Excerpt: Night Critters 3: Bad Fur Day by Lena Austin and Tuesday Richards

Night Critters: Bad Fur Day
by Lena Austin and Tuesday Richardscover art by Sahara Kelly
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-974-3
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Humor and Satire
Theme(s): Shapeshifters
Series: Night Critters
Length: Novella

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Never Annoy a Luck God.
Staci Thornburn is determined to get the interview with the new Chinese UNESCO Ambassador, but ends up insulting him instead. Ambassador Jiao Long is a Foo Dog-Dragon cross, and a little irritable, but the American female just got under his scales in more ways than one. He curses her with twenty-four hours of bad luck, but ends up causing more havoc than he ever imagined, and soon Staci’s rescuing him. It’s a good thing dragons are fireproof, because things are about to get hot in more ways than one.

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Copyright ©2008 Lena Austin & Tuesday Richards

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*****

EXCERPT 1
No plain old lip rub and then tongue tonsillectomy for him. He nibbled her bottom lip until it was as sensitive as her wet and swollen sex below.
The wetness he generated in her pussy had no effect on the fire he called up elsewhere. Staci wasn’t sure if she heard the carpet sizzle, or if that was her brain frying all its circuits.
Jiao’s left arm reached around to capture her and pull her tighter into his embrace. His right hand crept up her back until it reached the neckline of her tee shirt. With one savage pull, her shirt was a tattered rag on the floor. Her jeans fared no better.
Not that Staci cared one bit about the damn clothes, but what was grain for the goose fed the gander, too. She tugged on the remains of his tee shirt until his chest was exposed. Not that he wore much more than rags, anyway. The jeans and tee were fit only for the recycler. His huge cock lay between them like a barrier, and occasionally bumped her lower belly as if it were requesting entry.
Jiao’s right hand wound her braid around his fist until he bowed her head back away from his lips, exposing her jaw and neck to caressing kisses and nibbling bites. His draconic purr vibrated through her body all the way to her toes.
Staci gasped with pleasure when his lips made their progress to her breasts and rigid nipples. His left hand cupped her butt and lifted her up, and she arched her back to allow him greater access, hoping he’d impale her on that magnificent cock right where they stood.
Instead, Jiao carried her to a table laden with porcelain statues and objects d’art, including a huge stone statue at one end. She’d not been able to look around, and didn’t much care at the time. As soon as her weight rested on the edge, his left hand swept the ornaments to the floor. The thick carpeting prevented breakage, she hoped. At least she didn’t hear the crashes and tinkles of broken porcelain. Jiao muttered something in Chinese, and then switched to English. “Lay back, lovely lotus flower. Your wings will be safe this way. Stay, and anticipate.” He released her hair and stepped away, out of sight behind a big screen. A door opened and closed with a click.
Staci put her head back and felt a hard substance against her scalp. With both her hands, she reached up to feel what was behind her. Cold stone, carved in the shape of a dragon, she guessed.
Jaio returned and smiled. “Keep your hands on the statue, if you will. Grasp it tightly.” He held up an intricately painted porcelain jar. “You will wish for the support.”
Staci studied the jar, half of her panting with excitement at the mystery, and half of her wary. “Ancient Chinese Secret potion?”
He shook his head. “Do you consider spiced honey a secret potion?” He took a finger full of amber goo from the jar. “See? Honey.”
“Well, who could be scared of that? I always read dragons had a sweet tooth. Do Foo Dogs, too?” she batted her eyes and smiled to let him know she teased.
“Yes, we do. I will have a feast.” He swiped her right nipple and caressed his finger to her navel.
Grateful for the support of the dragon statue, Staci squirmed and burned with lust. Never before had she been treated like a pastry to be decorated before consumption. Not that she was complaining! She felt pretty and cherished, enough to be considered a treat. A moan escaped her mouth before she realized how hot and needy she was.
Jiao decorated her left nipple with another dollop, and attacked his work with hungry fierceness. He licked and suckled, purring in a deep rumble that shouldn’t have come from his human form’s throat. What Staci didn’t expect was for his honey-covered finger to caress her clit when he moved to repeat the procedure on the right.
Oh, man, she needed this. She couldn’t remember the last time a male had touched her with such caring attention to detail, waiting for her reaction to see if she liked what he did before moving on to greater things. Like, maybe never? Half the time, if she so much as looked interested, their pants were around their ankles.
Jiao poured a dribble of honey in her navel and took his time licking the nectar from the tiny cup of her “innie.” Her thoughts shredded like wind-torn clouds. Still, she managed to hang on to the cool stone dragon above her head like it was a lifeline to sanity. Maybe it was. Jiao’s mobile tongue flicked the last of the sticky treat. “Tell me if I do something you do not like.”
“I’m not sure I’d be coherent. You’re… oh, gawd.” Staci’s breath caught in her throat. He was decorating her inner thigh. “Is that writing you’re doing with the honey?”
Jiao swiped a line of honey before answering. His wide grin was mischievous. “Yes. Poetry to your beauty and the taste of your skin.” He nibbled just above her knee.
Staci bit back a moan of sheer delight. She could hear the brush-brush of her tail sweeping back and forth against the legs of the ornate table beneath her. There was something surreal about the perfumed air of Jiao’s apartment aerie, high above the city’s noise. If he didn’t get on with either eating her or fucking her or something –- anything but this slow, sensuous torture -- she’d rear up and turn the tables on him…
Jiao’s tongue swiped her clit. The mere flicker of his forked tongue electrified her whole body. The hiss of the table smoking and the strong scent of burning lacquer varnish made him pause and smile. “Losing control already?”

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EXCERPT: Mission: Possession by Mary Winter

Mission: Possession
Live Action Hero Book 3
By Mary Winter
http://www.marywinter.com
RELEASE DATE: 08/02/08
Changeling Press
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genres: urban fantasy, m/m, action figure come to life

BLURB:
Hugh has put his marketing talents to work for the store he owns with his friends, The Fantastic Five. He knows a hunk when he sees one, and the broken action figure has model material written all over his muscled body. Hugh repairs him and places the figure in the center of his new ad campaign. But when Hugh finishes taking the photos, the figure, magically returned to life, comes out from behind the camera and into Hugh’s life.

A model before he was a soldier and then an enchanted action figure, Talon is no stranger to the camera. The handsome man behind it, however, is completely new and all his. Talon is determined to show Hugh that a picture is worth a thousand kisses. But inside his chest beats the heart of a hero, and when he interrupts a robbery, he’s wounded, and Talon might lose not only his magazine-cover good looks, but Hugh.

EXCERPT:
Adrian and Dean would cream their jeans when they saw his new marketing campaign.

Grinning from ear to ear, he swapped out the dark cloth on his photography table for a light blue one, even grabbed a small urban diorama he’d mocked up for one of his campaigns six months ago, and settled the figure in the center of it. Hugh checked the scene through his camera’s viewfinder. He snapped a couple of shots. Then a few more after making some minor adjustments. Soon, he hummed a tune only he heard punctuated by the click of the digital camera.

Once more, Hugh found himself lost in what he loved -- his marketing. His last relationship hadn’t understood that facet of his personality. Normally when he took pictures a cloud hung over him, reminding him of that past romantic failure. All of them, really, because when push came to shove, his love of beauty and of commercial art far outstripped his ability to love anyone else. He paused, staring at the plastic man dressed in a spandex suit. From the strong line of his jaw to the slightly ruffled cut of his molded dark brown hair, the man radiated an intensity with which Hugh could identify.

He half expected the toy to come to life, walking right off the table. Hugh snapped a couple more pictures. It was foolish to think that. While he couldn’t explain what had happened to Adrian and Dean, he knew better than to expect such a perfect happily ever after for himself. His work had been the only lover he’d needed.

You’re as driven as I am.

Not driven, Hugh decided. Possessive. His work, his life -- all of it had to be within his controls. He could do that in marketing -- craft the perfect plan, then send it out to a hopefully adoring public. That was the only part he couldn’t predict -- how people would react to his creations. So it was up to him to make everything as perfect as possible.

I used to be like that.

“Shut up!” Hugh yelled at the chocolate-sweet voice in his mind. “You’re just a toy.” He rubbed the back of his hand across his eyes, thinking maybe he should call it a night. He turned and set the camera on a table behind him.

When he looked at the figure again, the suit had draped off of one shoulder, revealing a fair amount of skin. How had that happened? He stomped to the table and picked up the figure by the waist. Hugh touched the shoulder and it felt… warm? What the hell! He was truly going crazy. He tugged the spandex outfit into place only to watch it slide down the toy’s arm again. Maybe the material had stretched or something.

Some pictures for the ladies might not be a bad thing. Trying not to grin at his idea, Hugh half undressed the figure. He picked up the camera, playing with angles and zooming in on the shot. Just a bare hand in front of a bare chest. The next shot just a face. Hugh was in his element. Inspired, he grabbed more clothing, adjusting the look to include jeans.

I haven’t had this much fun since my modeling days.

Modeling. The word sparked Hugh’s imagination, and he found a pair of white briefs that he’d purchased on a whim online. They were modeled after designer underwear, and he had to admit that, while the plastic man might not be anatomically correct, he filled the briefs out nicely.

Hugh took more pictures. His mind wandered to what might happen if he left the room and returned to find a man standing there instead of a toy. He bet the new arrival would be over six feet tall, broad-shouldered and lean-hipped just the way Hugh liked his men. Those strong, masculine feet promised that other appendages would be large as well, and he wouldn’t mind tracing every muscled ridge of the man’s abdomen with his tongue.

Talon. My name is Talon. And you can do that any time.

Hugh ignored the voice. It was well past midnight. He chalked it up to little sleep and his own overactive imagination. If he thought about it too much… Hugh shook his head and adjusted the shot. To be honest, he wasn’t quite sure he wanted to wake up to a stranger in his house.

He set down his camera and backed away from the table. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he stared at the scene before him. A half dressed action figure. Some made to scale props including a small comic book. A spandex outfit. If it weren’t for his job drawing up marketing, he’d think he was a geek with way too much time on his hands.

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EXCERPT: Dreamscaper's Desire by Lani Aames

Dreamscaper's Desire
by Lani Aamescover art by Zuri
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-044-5
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Daemonum
Theme(s): Ménage, Shapeshifters, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Length: Novella

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Copyright ©2008 Lani Aames

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*****

Lips grazed Carmen’s shoulder, followed by a warm palm laid on her arm and a hot body snuggled against her backside. Already wet in anticipation, she squirmed into the rigid cock prodding the crevice between the backs of her thighs. Her clit throbbed, echoing the beat of the native drums deep within the jungle outside the tent.
Kisses were sprinkled along her throat while a hand caressed her arm. Both left trails of heat that burned her skin, claiming her with a brand of desire she’d never experienced before. She moaned, and the sound came from deep within her primal core, a place she rarely allowed free rein.
Fingers entwined with hers and moved her arm upward to rest beside her head on the pillow. A hard, muscled leg prodded her thigh until her knee bent, allowing easy access to her sex. The tip of a cock nudged between her damp folds.
“… oh, yes,” Carmen murmured. He thrust hard and deep. Her back arched, hips tilting to meet him each time.
Their bodies rocked together in a divine rhythm, the humid tropical air mingling with their sweat. Carmen strained against him with each backward push. Her body hummed with the mounting ecstasy, and her skin tingled with the slow burn of desire. She never wanted the moment to end, to lose the perfection of their union and the amazing completeness fulfilling her.
The flash of pleasure took her by surprise. Her back stiffened, and warmth flushed her body. She ground her pussy into him. His hand tightened on hers, and he pumped into her with quick, clean strokes.
“Carmen, yes, come with me.”
His ragged breaths tickled her ear, sending quivers throughout her body, and her hips undulated with each wave of pleasure. His movements became frenzied as his iron-hard cock plumbed her depths until he spilled within her, groaning with his released passion.
When their bodies lay still, a breath of jungle air, rich with the perfume of some exotic flower, caressed her sweat-dampened skin. The sultry breeze did little to cool her off, but she wasn’t uncomfortable at all. She turned to face him -- her dream lover.
She looked into his golden eyes, burning bright and reminding her of a wild tiger prowling the night in search of its prey. His taut body, as powerfully built as that of a fierce cat, radiated the spent heat of his desire.
“Nicodemus.” She touched his face, his skin warm and damp and solid beneath her fingertips. “You’re here again.”
He swept his hand into her hair and drew her closer for a kiss. When his demanding lips broke from hers, leaving her breathless, he smiled. “I’ll be here as long as you need and want me.”
“Of course you will. You have no choice.”
He chuckled, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. “I do have a choice, and I choose to be with you as often as I can.”
“So you say.”
He sighed and shook his head, his long black hair moving silkily over his broad shoulders. The tips of his hair caressed her breasts. “You still do not believe me.”
“I believe that you believe it, but how can I think of you as anything other than what I know you to be -- a dream?”
Nicodemus, her dream lover… literally.

EXCERPT: Dragon's Deal by Willa Okati

Dragon's Deal
by Willa Okaticover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-803-6
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal
Theme(s): Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures, Men and Women in Uniform, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Dragons
Length: Novella

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Copyright ©2008 Willa Okati

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*****

Sian curled his sinuous body tighter, nearly forming a ball, peeking warily out from behind the rocky outcrop he’d chosen to nap on the night before. In the dark, he had thought the nearby beach was as deserted as the rest of the coastline. He had not spied the shack or the raised gardens, the drying racks full of small silver fish, or the fascinatingly bizarre raised gardening beds trailing messy sprawls of seaweed and kelp.
A proper dragon, one worthy of his scales, would have unfurled his wings and flown away the second he realized this beach was inhabited. Not out of fear, but in haste to make a report. At last, a human with enough common sense to leave the cities and find a good place to start fresh!
The only trouble with that goal, unfortunately, was that Sian had been lost at sea -- so to speak -- for seventeen days so far, and had not as yet found his way back to the dragon lands. He knew for certain now that they were keeping him out on purpose. The old generals had said he was reckless, clumsy, too curious for his own good, and risky to have along on a campaign and that he needed to be taught his place in the world -- whatever that was supposed to mean. Bah!
Sian angrily lashed the wave-washed rock with the golden tip of his tail. If they no longer wanted him, then be it on their own heads. He would no longer choose to have any part of them either.
Besides, he obviously had better things to do. Human-watching was never dull, and this human in particular fascinated Sian. Clever, if the set-up on the beach was anything to go by, hard-working, given the sinewy-lean shape of the man, and, judging by the smile lines in his face and the way he laughed instead of cursing at the seagulls swarming him, good-natured down to the core.
Kind, yes. And… appealing. Sian rested his muzzle on the rock and exhaled, shimmers of heat in his breath. He had, from time to rare time, heard of dragons taking humans as pets, even as lovers. He’d fallen asleep to those old stories when he was a dragonlet.
But as he grew, Sian found that he wondered why, in the name of the Dragon Lords, anyone would want a human. If you asked him, they were small, fragile, cantankerous, and funny-looking, and he had not yet seen reason to change his opinions.
This man, though… he struck Sian as different. Maybe it was that he had not seen or spoken to anyone else in seventeen long days, or just that he looked like the sort who might always have a kind word even for an awkward misfit, and Sian was lonely.
Watching him, Sian thought that now he could understand why some dragons thought humans made good lovers. The way the muscles flexed under this man’s skin, the kindness in his face, the competence in his hands… even if Sian hadn’t been desperate for company, he’d have wanted to get to know this human better. More, Sian caught faint wisps of his scent that when the wind blew in the right direction, heating his blood and making him hungry for the man’s touch.
Sian fidgeted, aching to fly from the rock to the beach, yearning for the company, but… would this man have any of that promised goodwill for a dragon? Sian huffed in thought. Most of the humans he had observed feared the dragon kind and ran screaming when they noticed their watchers. Out here with no other men or women for miles and miles, who knew how the man on the beach would react to a sudden invasion?
What to do, what to do…
A wave crashed over Sian’s back, not powerful enough to knock him off the rock -- he was no small dragon -- but startling him into loosing a yelp and a loud curse.
He hid, fast, knowing the human would have heard that, and swore silently and viciously. That had torn it. The human would surely know he was not alone now.
“Hello?” the human called. He sounded alarmed. “Is someone out there? Are you hurt?”
Why would he think that? It was only a wave -- oh! Sian remembered now. Humans used to go to sea in boats, and more often than not in the older days, those boats wrecked, leaving the survivors who were strong enough to swim to wash up on the beach.
It would, truly, be risky. Sian had never changed shape for more than a few minutes, and that on a dare, but by the heavens, he could not stand being alone for another second, and the man on the beach smelled incredible.
“Yes!” he called back, shifting fluidly from his lengthy, snakelike dragon’s shape to that of a man’s, seeming alarmingly small, pink and fragile to himself, though still bigger than the human on the beach. “My boat broke up on the rocks!” He flung himself into the waves and started swimming for shore. After a few strokes, he remembered the next part and obediently shouted, “Help! Help!”
An overcurious fish swam past Sian’s groin. Hmm. He hoped the human wouldn’t mind his being naked. The fish bit Sian’s human-shaped leg far, far too close to his groin for Sian’s liking. Sian shouted, swallowed bitter seawater, and started to cough, spasming in the waves. His panic was genuine this time when he bellowed, “Help!”

EXCERPT: Big, Blooming & Wild: Texan Bound by Dawn Montgomery

Big, Blooming and Wild! Texan Bound
by Dawn Montgomerycover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-877-7
Genre(s): Paranormal, Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Interracial, Shapeshifters, BBW, Big, Blooming, & Wild!
Series: Big, Blooming & Wild! Multi-Author
Length: Novella

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Copyright ©2008 Dawn Montgomery

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*****

“Put me down, Cody Duncan!” Maria’s throat closed on the end of the shriek, sending her body into coughing spasms. Cody shifted his hold and she gasped. This whole carrying me off thing is ridiculous. I can fuck whomever I want to, dammit. I’m a grown woman! A hand smacked her ass and she jerked against the hard shoulder digging into her ample stomach. Pleasure spiked through her body. Her brain spun but whether it was from the alcohol or staring at the grabbable curve of Cody’s ass, she wasn’t sure. Watching the ground from above while Cody’s long stride ate up the pathway was definitely not helping.
One thing she did know, however, no man should look that good in tight-fittin’ jeans. She gasped again on a particularly jarring step. The bastard’s hand caressed her ass almost in an apology, but she tamped down her libido’s flaring response. Stupid vaquero thinks he can toss me around like a sack of potatoes? He’s got another think coming. She twisted the ropes trapping her wrists behind her back. The friction burned her skin and she winced.
“You had this comin’, darlin’.” The slow drawl of Cody’s deep voice did strange things to her stomach.
She squeaked her protest. “What? How?” Good lord, her mind spun with another jarring step. Weren’t they at the house yet?
He chuckled and wrapped his arms tighter around her legs. “I’ll get back to that question later, sweetheart. Right now I want to know what the hell you were thinking.” He ducked under the entryway.
“Me?” She shimmied against his shoulder. “I’m not the one kidnapping people here, buddy.” The soft glow of lamplight spilled over the warm tones of Cody’s furniture. Pain twisted her stomach when she realized this living room was no longer hers. Nothing of her father’s legacy remained. True, they still owned the farm, but giving up the main house to a virtual stranger? A year later and it still hurt like hell.
“No.” He dropped his shoulder and she fell away from him. Her cry of shock had barely left her lips before he had her shoved, none too gently, into the warm embrace of his couch. “You’ve been home, what? Three months? You’re all your dad talks about. His responsible Maria.”
She glared at him, refusing to speak.
He ran a hand through his hair in obvious frustration. “You are out of control, darlin’, and I would give anything to punch that bastard out in South Carolina for you, but I can’t.”
“What the hell does that have to do with anything?” Any mention, even in passing, of her ex twisted her gut in anxiety. He was probably fucking some new stick of a chick in the ’burbs of Charleston. She sank into the cushions and tossed the long mane of her hair out of the way. Anger rose to the surface, simmering her already frayed nerves. This was Cody’s fault. “All I wanted was to have a good time, you jerk.” How dare he toss her around? You didn’t do something like that to a woman of her size. Most couldn’t. He’s very strong, her libido purred from the back of her mind. She ignored the fuzzy voice of temptation.
“No, what you wanted was to show your ass.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “I’ll show you my ass. My past is none of your business.”
He leaned close and glared right back. “Oh yes it is, darlin’, far more than you know.”
“You may run my farm, my legacy, but you don’t run me.” She raised her chin in fury.
He laughed and crossed his arms, resting that fine ass against the coffee table. “No man in his right mind would ever try and run you, gorgeous.”
They stared at each other until tingling in her fingers signaled loss of blood flow from the twisting of the ropes. “Now what?”

EXCERPT: Lust at Sea-- Disappear by Cameo Brown

Lust at Sea: Disappear
by Cameo Brown
Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-899-9
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Magic and Mayhem, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Lust at Sea
Length: Novella

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Copyright ©2008 Cameo Brown

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*****

“We need a permanent crew, perhaps some security officers first,” Seshi offered, pushing herself up on one elbow and nodding toward the black, slimy demon climbing over the railing above their heads.
Widnek followed her gaze and grimaced. “Pierre!” he summoned his first mate.
A tall, attractive man appeared from a wisp of mist, his blue uniform neatly pressed and his dark brown curly hair perfectly coiffed. He grabbed the demon by the throat, preparing to throw it overboard. It gave a hideous yowl and Pierre stopped.
“Oh, Widnek, not Pierre!” Seshi lamented. “He’ll never do for security. He can never decide whether to dispatch the threats or fuck them. Besides, you know what happens when he hears loud noises close by…” she finished, a hint of a smile making her sweet eyes crinkle.
Widnek had to agree. Indeed, Pierre’s face now held a look of longing as he examined the growling, seething creature, and the tent in his pants signaled the demon had awakened some kind of urge in the Frenchman.
Widnek chuckled. While Pierre may have been blessed with otherworldly gifts, the extent of which remained a mystery to Widnek, he still, at his very core, was human, and that human core was all male. To put it bluntly, Pierre would fuck anything that moved.
Widnek rolled away from Seshi and stood next to Pierre.
“Drop it, Pierre!” he commanded, catching the squirming demon just as the startled Pierre collapsed into a pile of bones.
Widnek tossed the screeching monster, a minion of Malia’s no doubt, over the side of the ship. A small splash turned into a hiss and a crackle, and a stream of black smoke told Widnek the salty water had dissolved the demon. He turned his attention to Pierre, whose eyeballs, now rolling around in his fleshless skull, held a look of fear.
“Mon Cap-ee-tan,” Pierre began, his voice contrite, but Widnek interrupted him.
“No worries, my friend, you have other skills we’ll use. For now, get yourself together and go to the bridge to prepare for our maiden voyage.”
“Oui, Cap-ee-tan!” the skull’s jaws responded as a bony hand formed and gave a smart salute. The pile of bones rattled against the wood, shuffling down the deck until Pierre disappeared into a wisp of mist.
Widnek shook his head and turned to Seshi, who now laughed openly. If anything, Widnek knew when he had been bested.
“Any ideas, my lady?” he asked with a bow.
Seshi batted her eyelashes at him, and he noted her stiff nipples pointed in his direction. His cock stiffened in kind.
“What do I get if I’m right, husband?”
“Whatever you want, wife, as ever.”
Seshi motioned for him to sit beside her. Straddling his lap, she pushed him back until he lay flat against the deck. She positioned herself over him and moved his hard length inside her, sliding down and letting him fill her completely. Widnek gasped, the velvety grip on his cock almost too much to bear.
Seshi closed her eyes and slid leisurely up and down, sending sparks through him and bringing every part of him to life. “We have a couple of passengers on this voyage who’d make a fine security team,” she said, straining with the effort to maintain her focus.
Widnek reached up and massaged the sensitive flesh at the sides of her round breasts. Seshi inhaled sharply and continued, speaking faster as if the first inklings of her climax tickled her insides.
“One is a shape-shifting warlock trapped in the dream dimension by Colonia, Malia’s step-sister, and the other is a warrior-witch, a descendant of Gudrun, but she has denied her heritage and never took her training.”
With no control left, Widnek thrust himself upward, pushing his engorged cock deep inside Seshi as she rocked against his hips. It took only seconds before she came with a scream, and Widnek let himself go just after.
Their passion fed yet again, Seshi slid to Widnek’s side and yawned. Widnek couldn’t blame her. It had been a long day, and four orgasms usually required a little nap at some point.
The Wind dried the sweat on their bodies and carried the scent of their lovemaking out to sea, where it must have tickled Malia’s nose and aggravated her even more.
The ship lurched as Widnek wrapped himself around his woman. He worried not, for as amorous as Pierre could be, he was one of the finest sailors on the ocean of time in equal measure, and a fantastic third-in-command. He could hold them on course through the worst of storms.
Something did nag at Widnek, though.
“Wife,” he said, nibbling Seshi’s ear.
“Yes, love?” she murmured, cuddling into his embrace and pressing her shapely ass against him.
“The two you’ve chosen to lead our security team -- don’t you think there might be a problem with their… situations?” he said, careful to not let his burgeoning doubt show.
A tiny laugh escaped Seshi. “No, their situations are of no consequence at all, Widnek,” she reassured him, her voice light and convincing. “As you know, true passion can resolve anything.”
Widnek relaxed. He knew Seshi was always right. However, just as he was about to doze, she spoke again, and this time, her words left him anything but relaxed.
“The only problem is that one of them has to die.”

EXCERPT: Big, Blooming & Wild! Daria's Dilemma by Eve Vaughn

Big, Blooming & Wild! Daria's Dilemma
by Eve Vaughncover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-996-5
Genre(s): Paranormal, Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage, Shapeshifters, BBW, Big, Blooming, & Wild!
Series: Big, Blooming & Wild! Multi-Author
Length: Novella
All rights reserved.Copyright ©2008 Eve Vaughn

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

*****

“Do you mind if I join you?” a deep voice reverberated over the sound of the music.
Daria glanced over to see a gentleman standing by her booth. He was so tall in fact she needed to tilt her head backward in order to look directly into his eyes. Wow, he was a big one. He reminded her of a tree, broad and stoic. If she were guessing, he had to be at least six feet six inches give or take a few. Her gaze roamed his face, from his wide forehead and slender hawk-like nose to his square jaw and the dimple in the center of his chin. She couldn’t quite make out the color of his eyes, but they were heavily lashed.
Wavy chestnut hair framed his face falling just below his jaw line. Individually there was nothing spectacular about his features, but together they formed one of the most arresting faces and the plumpest pair of lips she’d ever seen.
Her breath caught in her throat. Her mouth moved, trying to form words, but it was as if her tongue was glued to the roof of her mouth. Instead of speaking, she nodded.
Tall, broad and handsome’s eyes crinkled at the sides and his full lips curved into a smile. With a grace she wouldn’t have attributed to a man his size he slid into the chair opposite hers in one fluid motion. “Thank you. I’ve been working up the nerve to come over here all night.”
Her eyebrows shot up. Surely he was teasing her. Despite her size, she knew she was attractive, but it wasn’t often she was hit on when she was out with her friends. Maybe that was it. He’d seen her enter the club with Carmen and Regina and thought he’d get into their good graces by playing up to her. It wouldn’t be the first time. But for some reason, this time around that idea didn’t sit well with her. In fact she found the thought downright depressing.
“Oh?” Taking a sip of her drink she attempted to play things cool. She couldn’t let him know he’d gotten under her skin.
His smile widened to reveal even white teeth. “Yes. I noticed you the minute you walked in and I’ve been waiting for the right opportunity to approach you. I hope you don’t think I’m being too forward. My name is Ethan. Ethan Granger, and yours?” He extended his long arm across the table to offer his hand.
Her glass nearly slipped from her nerveless fingers. Maybe she was imagining things but he genuinely sounded as if he really wanted to talk to her. Not Carmen or Regina. She ran her tongue over her lips and placed her drink on the table before touching her palm to his. “Daria.”
The minute they touched, his fingers engulfed hers and what she meant to be a simple handshake turned into so much more. A jolt of electricity shot through her body and she immediately snatched her hand out of his grasp. Her eyes widened as she stared at him, wondering if he’d felt it too.
His smile faltered briefly, but he gave no indication that he’d gotten anything out of their physical contact. “That’s a beautiful name. Daria,” he whispered as though to test it on his tongue. “I like that. It suits you. So tell me, why aren’t you out there dancing with your friends?”
Feeling shy all of a sudden, she raised one shoulder in a shrug. “I guess I’m not really in a dancing mood.” It was far too embarrassing to admit the real reason why. It’s not like she needed a man to partner her when she got on the dance floor. She often had the most fun simply dancing with her girlfriends, but it was no fun being shouldered out of the way when Carmen and Regina’s admirers surrounded them.
“That’s too bad, because I was hoping you’d dance with me, but if you’d rather sit and talk, that’s okay with me. How about I get you another drink?”
Was this guy for real? Where had he been all night? Looking at Ethan, Daria decided the last thing she wanted was to just talk. Maybe the night wouldn’t be such a total loss after all. “Actually, I would love to dance.”
Again he flashed his perfect smile. He should be in toothpaste commercials with a mug like that. Ethan helped Daria out of her seat, gently grasping her elbow before leading her to the edge of the dance floor. Goosebumps worked their way up her spine as she tingled all over from his nearness. His touch was surprisingly gentle for someone so large.
Their bodies swayed together to the rhythm of the smooth jazz pumping through the sound system. Ethan grasped Daria by the hips and pulled her against him. She gasped at the contact. The jolt she’d felt earlier coursed through her entire being. Something was happening here she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Throwing caution to the wind, she wrapped her arms around Ethan and molded her body against his.
No words were needed as their bodies moved in sync with each other. She tilted her head back to meet his gaze. Ethan stared at her with such intensity a shiver went down her spine. He stared at her as if they were the only two people in the room. For the first time she noticed the color of his eyes. At first she thought they were brown, but when the light hit them she could tell they were green, a deep rich moss color, ringed with gold. Daria had never seen anyone with that particular shade before.
With their bodies pressed so close together, she could feel his rock hard form: every muscle and sinew in his tall lean frame. Her pussy dampened and a warmth starting in the pit of her stomach spread along every single nerve ending in her body. Never had she felt such an instant attraction to anyone before and Daria found it frightening and exciting.
Ethan pulled her closer still, his corded arms holding her tight. Someone fierce and possessive lurked within the depths of his eyes. And Daria was woman enough to recognize he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

EXCERPT: Heat Stroke: Night Heat by Kassie Burns

It's midsummer's eve and a sexy vampire is on the prowl ....

Buy link:
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=938

Jalie left the rundown inn where she was staying just as the blazing sun sank into the blue waters of the Mediterranean Sea. The innkeeper had begged her not to venture out. It was Midsummer's Eve, the end of the longest day, the start of the shortest night. According to a thousand-year-old legend, a vampire awoke on this night and stalked the sea shore in the humid summer heat.The land known centuries ago as Europe was ancient and covered with ruins. The best of humanity had fled to new worlds among the stars. Those left behind lived like peasants, grubbing a living from the weary earth. On this night they huddled behind the safety of locked doors, gripping their charms against evil.Jalie had seen many bizarre things on her journeys among the worlds, some strange enough to make her hope the vampire might be real. After all, her immortal existence was unique. The doctors had decided she was a mutation, a genetic freak. They'd wanted to study her, perhaps dissect her, but she'd fled and spent centuries hiding from the hunters they sent after her -- until the loneliness, the constant loss of all she loved, became too much to bear. Now she was a hunter herself, an immortal in search of death.Was the legend that had brought her to this village a tall tale to amuse a tourist from another world, or the truth? Soon enough she'd know. When she reached the beach, she kicked off her sandals and strode barefoot across the white sand. A huge moon hung above the sea, pale as bleached bones. Stars gleamed in a velvet black sky.She stood for a long time gazing out at the ocean, watching the waves come hissing in with the tide, throwing their sea-foamed crests at the sand. A cool breeze molded her long cotton skirt to her legs and dried the sweat that glistened on her skin. Her breasts strained against the thin fabric of her halter top, aching with the need that tormented her.When she turned back toward the land, a shock ran through her, sharp as a blade. A shadow in the shape of a man stood between her and the path back to the village. With legs spread wide and arms folded across his chest, he watched her, motionless, as if he'd risen up out of the sand.Jalie bit back her cry of surprise. A drop of sweat gathered at the nape of her neck and slid down her spine. Was it possible the legend was true?

Kassie Burns
http://www.kassieburns.com
Enjoy the burn!
http://www.enjoytheburn.com

Spaceport: The Series - Book Trailer

Sierra's first author outing!

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Must Love Dogs got 5 Nymphs!!

Woohoo!! Our thanks to Chocolate Minx for saying such nice things!

Tuesday and Lena

Virgin Sacrifice - Cyan Bell

Hi, I’m Cyan Bell and I’m a virgin sacrifice to the wonderful people at Changeling Press. Lol! Well, truth be told, I am actually a willing participant. If anything, I’m very excited about the opportunity to be a part of such a sensational group of people, let alone the caliber of authors who work with Changeling to produce high quality, scintillating, books.

I live in Brisbane, Australia, with my husband, two children and one very long dog. Contributing factors led to me pushing the start button on my p.c. and beginning to write, but the one thing that stuck with me was a sticker reading “Imagine what you would do if you knew you couldn’t fail.”

Today I plot story lines in a ‘Hello Kitty’ notebook with the following words written on the inside of the cover-

“There will be doubts, there will be rejections and mistakes, but there is always the drive and the dream.
And when you get to the top and look down from the mountain you will see each step you took to get there and be grateful for the journey.”

Releases with Changeling:

White Lightning (paranormal, action/adventure, vamps) – Available Now

In the Hot Seat: Interview with K. Z. Snow

Welcome the Fantastic K. Z. Snow to the Changeling Press family. Today you are in the hot seat answering the questions we so want to know!

Which would you choose (and you have to choose one!):

Chocolate syrup or body butter?
KZS:Since I have no clue what body butter is, and it doesn’t sound very pleasant, I’ll go with the syrup.

The bed or the wall?
KZS:Comfort. The bed. (Hell, just don’t make me wash the sheets!)

Top or Bottom?
KZS:Top or bottom of what? Okay, bottom.

Three feet of snow or three weeks of ninety-plus heat with eighty percent humidity?
KZS:Now this I can relate to. Much as I hate it after this winter, I’ll go with the snow.

A bus or a plane?
KZS:Yuck. Hate ‘em both. (I’m a train chick.) Okay, bus.

Fifteen minutes late or fifteen minutes early?
KZS:Another bad choice. But I’ll pick early, since lateness makes me cranky.

Hairy chest or smooth?
KZS:Hm. Smooth. But not always.

Muscular or wiry?
KZS:Not sure of the difference and wish I had examples. Muscular, but not muscle-bound.

Geek or businessman?
KZS: Yuck again. Businessman, made with objection.

“The Princess Bride” or “Mr. And Mrs. Smith”?
KZS:Never heard of the latter. “The Princess Bride.”

“American Idol” or “Top Chef”?
KZS:This year, “Top Chef,” ‘cause “Idol” pretty much sucks.

Dogs or Cats?
KZS:Dogs.

Three inches or twelve?
KZS:Three. (Didn’t expect that, didja?)

Thank you K. Z. Snow for being in the Hot Seat!

In the Hot Seat: Interview with Selena Illyria

Welcome the Fantastic Selena Illyria to the Changeling Press family. Today you are in the hot seat answering the questions we so want to know!

Which would you choose (and you have to choose one!):

Chocolate syrup or body butter?

Selena: I can only pick just one? Fine. Chocolate syrup

The bed or the wall?

Selena: Aw, geez, okay I’d go for the wall.

Top or Bottom?

Selena: What kind of questions are these? Okay, Top.

Three feet of snow or three weeks of ninety-plus heat with eighty percent humidity?

Selena: Snow, definitely snow, you can stay nice and warm at home.

A bus or a plane?

Selena: Plane.

Fifteen minutes late or fifteen minutes early?

Selena: Fifteen minutes early. Wait, early or late for what?

Hairy chest or smooth?

Selena: Smooth and tanned and muscular . . . oh, I wasn’t supposed to go into detail was I? lol

Muscular or wiry?

Selena: Muscular.

Geek or businessman?
Selena: I can’t have a combo of both can I? Darn, okay I’ll go for the Geek.

“The Princess Bride” or “Mr. And Mrs. Smith”?

Selena: Frak, okay The Princess Bride. Wesley *dreamy sigh*

“American Idol” or “Top Chef”?

Selena: Top Chef

Dogs or Cats?

Selena: I’m a cat person, so cats.

Three inches or twelve?

Selena: *narrows eyes* Inches of what? Fine, twelve inches.

Thank you Selena for being in the Hot Seat!

In the Hot Seat: Interview with Kassie Burns

Welcome the Fantastic Kassie Burns to the Changeling Press family. Today you are in the hot seat answering the questions we so want to know!

Which would you choose (and you have to choose one!):

Chocolate syrup or body butter?

KB:They’d both end up on the hips, but the body butter sounds like more fun.

The bed or the wall?

KB: Mostly I don’t like being up against the wall, but in this case I’ll make an exception.

Top or Bottom?

KB:Bottom, I’m lazy!

Three feet of snow or three weeks of ninety-plus heat with eighty percent humidity?

KB:You’re asking this question at the end of the worst winter in decades – ninety-plus heat sounds heavenly.

A bus or a plane?

KB: I hate them both but at least flying is faster.

Fifteen minutes late or fifteen minutes early?

KB:I’m an early bird.

Hairy chest or smooth?

KB:Smooth and tanned and I’m all yours.

Muscular or wiry?

KB:I might have to split the difference on this one. I like muscular men, but not too muscular.

Geek or businessman?

As an English major, I tend to be a bit on the geeky side myself, so I’ll go with a fellow geek.

“The Princess Bride” or “Mr. And Mrs. Smith”?

IKB: love both movies, but you can’t beat Mr. and Mrs. Smith for action, adventure, romance and wit, plus Brad Pitt. Oh, yes, and what’s-her-name.

“American Idol” or “Top Chef”?

KB:At the risk of everyone thinking I just got back from Tibet, I have to confess to never having watched American Idol. I’ve also passed on Top Chef, but we do watch Iron Chef, so I’m going with the cooks.

Dogs or Cats?

KB:I’d love to skip this one because I know it’s an easy way to start a war, LOL. I’ve had four or five kitties in my life and loved them all, but I’m a dog lover first and last. At the moment we have two adorable silky terriers.

Three inches or twelve?

KB: Oh, gosh, let’s see. I’m five foot two. Do the math.


Thank you Kassie for being in the Hot Seat!

Checkout Kassie's website at http://www.kassieburns.com and watch for her upcoming Changeling Release: Defiant Love (Click Here for more info)

A Valentine's Day drawing!

I'm having a Valentine's day drawing on my blog. Come on over, it will only hurt a little. :)
Hugs,
Renee
http://reneegeorge.wordpress.com

New Release: Leopard Tails 2: Submissive by Isabella Jordan + Contest

LEOPARD TAILS 2: SUBMISSIVE

Available today from Changeling Press

Neva Kolenkov has lived in the shadows for years. Hiding from a dark and painful past, she just wants to exist beneath everyone's notice.

Yet someone has noticed her. Isaak Stahl sees Neva in his coffee shop every day and is determined to claim her as his mate. They are from the same proud line of demon leopards, from the same homeland, and it only makes sense that they be together. It also doesn't hurt that the exotic, green eyed beauty makes him burn with lust every time he sees her.

When a serial killer claims the life of a young human girl who works in Isaak's shop, the shadow of danger falls on their kind in Madden. Several of their females match the killer's profile -- including Neva.

Can Isaak protect her from the threat the killer poses? While doing that, can he help Neva discover the powerful, desirable being he sees when he looks at her?

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=782

Excerpt: http://isabellajordan.com/lt2.php

To celebrate the release of Leopard Tails 2: Submissive today, I'm holding two giveaways!First, buy a copy of Leopard Tails 2: Submissive using discount code ISYLT208 to take off 5% for a chance to win an autographed print copy of Eyes of the Leopard and PDF copies of Cat Out of Hell and Leopard Tails: Alchemist - all connected stories in my Demon Leopard universe and leading up to this story.

Enter at my site for an extra chance to win. Three winners will win PDF copies of the entire Eyes of the Leopard series + Cat Out of Hell and Leopard Tails: Alchemist. Enter at:

http://isabellajordan.com/giveaways2.php

Thank you!

The demon hunters are back!

DEMON HUNTERS 1: SEE NO EVIL

Michele Bardsley

 Four demons imprisoned for their sins. Let them go and chaos begins. Each has a gift you must gain. Only then will you break evil's chain.

Angelica Mortis, the daughter of the legendary Maggie Mortis and the half-demon Raphael, is all grown-up. Angel owns and operates Demon Hunters, Inc. with her best friend Graddie.

Business isn't exactly bustling, but for the Mortis family, hunting demons isn't just a job -- it's a life-long calling. An anonymous gift arrives at the office: a statue of four monkeys representing see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil, and do no evil. A cryptic poem warns them a very dangerous game is about to be played and the prize is a biggie: Ruling the four planes of existence.

As if Angel's life wasn't complicated enough, the Otherworld High Council -- the very one her mother destroyed twenty-five years ago -- has been resurrected. The new council seems to think she'll work for them, and sends along an annoying (and okay, gorgeous) Guardian named Roc. She can't decide if she wants to kiss him … or kill him.

And oh yeah, the High King of Hell wants to marry her.

No one said carrying on the family business would be easy… 

Available now from Changeling Press!
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EXCERPT

"Angelica Mortis," hissed a terrifying voice. "Thy destiny is upon you. Thou art a daughter of heaven and hell. Thou art the fated ruler of all worlds. Thou art my mate and forever mine."

What the--

She opened her mouth, but no words would come out. The edges of her vision darkened and she knew she was going to pass out. She slid to the ground, her breathing erratic. For a split second, she wondered if she were dying.

A bright light exploded a few feet away. The miasma shattered, and a frustrated scream echoed as the evil released its hold on her.

Her heart pounded furiously and she gulped air. Her body trembled and she was shocked to realize that tears dribbled down her cheeks.

"Angelica Mortis," said a deep, silky voice. She looked up at the man towering over her. He was dressed in ass-kicking boots, tight leather pants and a loose white shirt. His dark hair was short and spiked and three silver hoops glittered in his right ear. He held a gleaming silver staff; at its top, a round crystal glowed with white light.

"Who the hell are you?" she managed in a cracked voice.

He leaned down and held out his free hand. "I'm the guy who just saved your life."

Her pride was damaged, but she was too shaken up to refuse his help. She took his hand and he pulled her to her feet. He looked her over with one eyebrow cocked. "Quite frankly, I'm disappointed. I expected more from the daughter of Maggie Mortis."

Oh, no he didn't. She made her smile tremble as she gazed soulfully at him. Then she kicked him in the kneecap. He stumbled and she punched him hard in the solar plexus. He flew backward, and she grabbed his fancy staff right out of his hand.

He lay stunned against the opposite wall. Well, she was the daughter of a demon. She had über strength. She stood above the stranger and clanged the staff on the concrete. "I asked you a question, asshole."

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Welcome to 2008

Woot!! Here's the list of winners of Changeling's annual "Free Books for a Year" megacontest:

Grand Prizes Winners:
Free E-Books For a Year -- All Changeling 2008 New Releases -- Meghan Griffin
Free Paperbacks For a Year -- All Changeling 2008 New Releases -- Gwen Kirchner

First Place Winners -- All Changeling New E-Books for January 2008:
Regina Gordon, Kaz D'Spana, Susan Rericha

Runners-Up -- One Free E-Book Download:
Diane Campanaro, Evelin Davis, Pamela Cullison, K Clark, Robyn Lee,
Tommye Rios, Stephanie Dixon, David McKinney, Yvonne Lundine, Melissa Watson

And congratulations to our Changeling Press Authors and Staff!

Love Romances Cafe Best of 2007 Best Cover Nominee
Battles of the Sidhe 1: Fairy Tales by Beth Kery (Artist: Bryan Keller)

The Romance Studio 2007 CAPA Nominees
Sundown Investigations 3: Get Lucky by Cat Marsters (Fantasy Erotic Romance)
Pact of Princes: Silent Siren by Alexa Aames (Fantasy Erotic Romance)
The Shadow Zone: Taking Julia by Isabella Jordan (Paranormal Erotic Romance)
Members Only: Rx for Submission by Ann Jacobs (BDSM)
Isabella Jordan (Favorite Author)
Eve Vaughn (Favorite Author)
Sierra Dafoe (Favorite Erotic Author)

We wish all of our authors and staff the best of luck!

In other news, the Spaceport is now available for travelers!! Join some of your favorite Changeling author's as they take you on a futuristic ride into the unknown (but definitely erotic) future! This is a multi-author series and each book is a stand-alone novella.

Thursday Thrill! Jump!

What the heck is that man doing? Why don't you tell me?

Post a caption in the comments section and be entered to win a Changeling Press ebook of your choice! Winner will be announced in the Bar & Grill and on the Changeling Official Blog on Saturday morning.

Can't wait to see what ya'll come up with this week. ;)

Celia

Make Mine a Double (Yeah, baby, yeah!)

Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs:
Make Mine a Double

Brim and Stone are dragons who were hatched on the island nearly a hundred years ago. Now, they live in the dark caverns below the factory, guarding the Heart, which is the very essence of Rookery Cove. As their first-century birthday approaches, Brim and Stone are experiencing the quickening. They desperately need a female to sexually facilitate their joining so they can complete their permanent transition.

Thanks to her overprotective male relations, Charlotte "Charli" Maguire's current love life is non-existent. She yearns to fulfill her fantasy: Hot sex with two men. Hah. She might as well wish to visit the moon. Then Charli wins a contest sponsored by Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs: An all expense-paid vacation to Halifax, a tour of the factory, and $500 worth of sex aids.

During the tour, the guide takes her to the "fantasy room." Charli finds herself the sensual participant in a threesome with two gorgeous men. Forget the sex toys. Forget the nearest exit. These two hunks are better than any prize!

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=726

EXCERPT

"The room I'm taking you to is very special. In fact, we like to think of it as the place where your deepest, darkest fantasy can come true."

With Charli's heart beating a sudden, rapid tattoo, she followed Elwyn through the dimly lit hallway. At some point the concrete floor gave away to the grit and bumps of natural stone. They walked up a short set of stairs carved into stone and through an arched doorway.  

Holy canole! The room was all black marble; the unrelenting dark was softened only by the recessed lighting in the ceiling. Charli noticed the huge, circular bed on the right. The glossy shine of black silk sheets caught her gaze. A dozen black pillows in all shapes and sizes filled the top part of the bed.  

"What's your fantasy?" asked Elwyn.

"Do I have to tell you?" She wandered away the magnificent room, her stomach squeezing in excitement. "This is an interesting place, all right."

"If you sit on the bed and make your wish," he said, walking to it and patting the covers, "you might get exactly what you want."

"So, this is a magic room? Oh, c'mon." Still her pulse raced at the very possibility. Maybe they had researched her and found out she wanted two men to make love to her. Yeah. God. What if they had? What if part of her prize package was trying out Rookery Cover's sex-tastic room o' fun? Charli gazed at the bed. Really, she should be thinking more clearly about this situation.

She was caught between doing the right (and boring) action or taking the risk -- the risk that Elwyn wasn't teasing her or that she wasn't crazy.

"So, if I sit in this room and think about my favorite sexual fantasy… I'll get it?" Her gaze flicked to his. "That's quite a leap of faith."

"That's the thing about faith," he said. "You always have to jump for it."

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=726

Thursday Thrill Winner! Oh No!

Oh Ironeyes... You've been selected as this week's Thursday Thrill! winner with the following caption:

I give up! You ladies have worn me OUT!

Email me at celia.kyle AT gmail.com with the name of the Changeling Press e-book you'd like and I will get it right out to ya.

Ce

Thursday Thrill! Oh No!

Oh No! What's happened to His Hotness? I dunno, you tell me.

Post a caption for this week's Thursday Thrill and be entered to win a Changeling Press e-book of your choice! Winner will be announced on the blog and at the Bar & Grill on Saturday morning.

Celia

Holy Drop-the-ball Batman!

See the ball? See it bouncing around from here to there? Wanna know why? Cause I dropped it. Don't you hate when that happens? I do. Ugh.

So, my post today addresses several things. Let's start a list, shall we?

1. Winners from the last time I did Thursday Thrill!

Cathy said...
You crazy dog, you've got to stop licking me feet!

Anonymous said...
OH Baby, I so wish you were here. Lizlzz25 @ yahoo.com

If you'll both drop me a line at celia.kyle AT gmail.com with your choice of ANY Changeling Press e-book on the virtual shelves today, I'll have it sent out to you ASAP.

2. This week's Bar & Grill theme is Kinky Cats! Got a guy that likes a little fur with his handcuffs? Our authors sure do. Stop by the bar and grill for kick azz excerpts and fun!

3. This is a bit of self-promotion. My crit partner, Tuesday Morrigan, and I have started a free serial story. Yep, it kicks azz. Stop by our new site and check it out: www.indarkness.literalseduction.com

Hugs & Squishy reading!

Celia

Thursday Thrill! Nap Time...

What's going on with our hot hunk this week? I dunno. YOU tell ME! Post a funny, serious, sexy or all out outrageous caption and be entered to win an e-book download of your choice form Changeling Press. This week, since I was suck a slacker last week, I'll be choosing TWO winners. Yep! Two of you have a chance to win. So what are you waiting for? Get to posting!

Ce

A couple of wonderful reviews of Ropacabana!

I received a couple of truly wonderful reviews for Ropacabana and I wanted to share. My sincerest thanks to both reviewers.

"Isabella Jordan has created an erotic, emotional and romantic tale that I couldn't put down. Salma is a famous dancer who has become cynical and jaded resulting from the industry she is in. While Tony is an honest, naive and old fashion guy who is attracted to Salma not Salome. Their attraction is put to the test when Salome and Tony are instructed to perform for one the Salome's rich admirers. This exposes the ugly side of Salma's profession, yet Tony only sees Salma's inner beauty and compassionate persona. I found Salma and Tony's relationship quite intense enforcing the fact that they are from two different worlds yet their connection draws them to each other. I really liked Tony's characteristic and untainted persona and I can see why Salma's attracted to him. Call me kinky but I highly enjoyed the "private showings" that Salma and Tony performs which includes BDSM, oral and anal stimulation and ménage. Oh my, I needed some ice as I read these scenes. My only complaint is that this story had to end and I really didn't want to go back to the normal world just yet. I look forward to many more stories from Ms. Jordan!" - 5 Stars, Heat Level: O, Tallyn Porter, JERR

"Ropacabana is a great novella about a man loving a woman for who she is, not for the illusion of who she is. You will love Isabella Jordan's ability to fuse both scorching, kinky love scenes with tender moments into a marvelous story you won't be able to put down. Jordan has created one luscious Latina heroine and a strong but sensitive hero. After getting to know Salome, you will sympathize with her and understand why she has to put up the defenses she does. Luckily, Tony is the one man that can light her fire - and warm her heart. Viva Los Regalos: Ropacabana is a sweet and spicy must-read!" - Mandy Briggs, Paranormal Romance

Thursda Thrill Winner! Sunbathing or Something...

I've got this week's Thursday Thrill! winner!

Mandy Leigh B. said...
"No skimping on the sunscreen... "Little Hunk" got a bit toasty last time."

Mandy Leigh B! Come on down! Email me at celia.kyle AT gmail.com with the name and format of your choice of Changeling Press's e-book releases.

Thanks!

Ce

PS. Audrey M! You won during the week of the pool boys! Drop me a line lady! I've got a book to give ya!

Thursday Thrill! Sunbathing or something...

Woot! He's sunbathing or something... You tell ME! Post a caption for today's piccie and be entered to win a Changeling e-book of your choice. How hard can it be? (*snerk*)

Ce

PS. Audrey M! Email me so I can send you the e-book of your choice, lady! You won the "Pool boys make good floats" Thursday Thrill and I'm itching to give you a book. :D

*Snerk* Not Caught Yet!!

So, um, they haven't caught me yet. Mwhahahaha! Here's the coupon code for this week. Good for 5% off your order. How frucking cool is that? I know, right?

07OCT21

Ta Da!

Ce

Thursday Thrill Winner!

Ooh! I've got the name of the Thursday Thrill winner in my hot little, um, mind? LOL

snarky! With the following comment:

Blondie: Are you sure this will dry my nails faster?
Pec Boy: Trust me.

snarky, email me off-list at celia.kyle AT gmail.com and let me know which Changleing Press e-book you'd like as well as which format and we'll get it out to you asap.

Thanks!!!

Celia

Thursday Thrill ~ It's Around Here...

Baybee! Ooh yeah, I got some half-nekkid manlyness for ya? You think you're ready for it?

Come up with a sassy, sexy, funny, or absurb caption for the above piccie and post a comment giving us your creative genius. We'll pick one commenter and they'll win the e-book download of their choice. How sweet is that? I know, right?

So what are you waiting for? Comment already. But get your comments in before five tomorrow, cause that's when we'll be choosing a winner. Hop to it!

Ce

Tomorrow, Tomorrow...

Is it wrong of me to title my post after a very famous song from a very famous children's movie on an Erotic Romance publisher blog? Probably. But, dammit, I just don't care. Why?

BECAUSE TOMORROW Tri Me IS OUT!!!

Woo-to-the-oot!

And how about a little 70's porn theme music? Bow, chick, bow bow.... You know what I'm talkin' bout baby... <- Said in my deepest Barry White-esque voice. So, yeah, I'm just bouncing around, waiting for the release... counting down the hours and minutes... Here's the blurb: Eric D’Amore is back and still struggling to pair Extraordinaries and Normals together. Good thing his next trio already shares a bit of history, otherwise his job would be nearly impossible.

Two men, one woman and some yummy man loving… What more could a woman ask for?

Lara Kinley is a schoolteacher by day and a waitress at TJ’s, the local Animali Extraordinary bar, by night. Everyone has to make sacrifices to get what they want, but will Lara’s sacrifices result in her dreams coming true and her wildest fantasies fulfilled?

Theo and Jackson are partners in love and life, but both of them feel something is missing. It takes the prodding of Eric D’Amore and an order from the Office of Kink and Karma for them to admit their desire for a woman in their lives to each other. Once they understand and accept the other’s needs, they embark on seducing and capturing Lara as their own. But can she open her heart to these two men and allow their love for her to solve all her problems?

And now (drum roll please....) a sneak peak at the opening chapter, just for ya'll:

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A slim, cool hand slid around Eric’s cock, pulling him awake with its slow, even strokes. His voice, gravely from sleep, called out the owner’s name. “Melani.”

She melded to him, pressing her breasts into his side, resting her head on his shoulder as her fingers worked their magic. Propping his arms behind his head, he relaxed under her touch. Sure, they’d decided to end their relationship for their own reasons, but damn, she knew which places to stroke.

“Eric, I’ve missed you.”

Her voice, a seductive purr, shot straight to his cock. She began snaking down his abdomen, skin slithering against skin, but he grabbed her shoulders, stopping her descent. “Not this time, Lani. We’ll both get our pleasure.”

Smiling and with a grace born of her years spent dancing, she climbed atop him, settling her moist, hot core over his cock. Her lithe, lean form, with its trim hips and deeply tanned skin, rose above him. Her dark brown hair cascaded around her shoulders in large curls.

Sliding his hands along her outer thighs, he squeezed and kneaded the firm flesh. Melani kept herself fit and trim; tight muscle covered every inch of her from head to toe and not a bit of fat or flab could be seen. She truly was the ideal woman for anyone but him. But here she was, in his house and in his bed, ready and willing.

Melani’s bare pussy slid along his cock, spreading her cream all over him as she moved. The warm, wet heat teased him, but he needed more. Grasping her hips, he controlled her motions. Back and forth, back and forth, over and over he moved her as he desired. She moaned her appreciation of his control. Each time the head of his cock slid near her opening, he barely resisted the urge to plunge into her depths. Each time he nudged her clit, she cried out in pleasure.

Melani pressed her hips down on his, slowing his movements, but increasing the friction. Having had enough of teasing her, he raised her hips up, poising his cock at her entrance and pressing into her slightly.

“Yes, oh God, yes!”

In one forceful thrust, Eric embedded his cock deep within Melani’s heat until her smooth, cream-slicked skin pressed against his groin. They lay joined, their breathing heavy as seconds ticked by, Eric giving her pussy a chance to adjust to his size. It had been a long time since they’d fucked.

****

Yeah, I'm a tease, but you love me anyway, right? Right?

Ce ;)

PS. Wanna get 5% off your order... Lean closer and I'll tell ya how. We gotta keep this on the down low though cause I don't want "the powers that be" catching wind of this and, well, you don't want to know what will happen. Here's a coupon code good for the entire week... 07OCT14 Just don't tell'em where you got it, okay?

Thursday Thrill: Pool boys make good floats.

Come up with a funny, sexy, naughty, silly, or whatever caption for this week's Thursday Thrill and win a free e-book from Changeling Press! Just leave your comment today and tomorrow. Winner will be announced in the Bar & Grill Friday night.

Bow, Chicka, Bow Bow ~ October Ezine!

Woot! Yesterday, the October Changeling Ezine was released and O. M. G! There are:

-Four NEW Encounters (by Celia Kyle, Jade Buchanan, Alice Gaines and BJ McCall)
-An interview with Marteeka (Teeka) Karland by Emma Ray Garrett
-At The Movies: 3:10 to Yuma by Isabella Jordan
-Falling into the Season by Mary Winter
-Facts of Life by daheap
-A new contest

Okay, so, what are you waiting for? Get over there already!

Ce

The final installments in the first of the "Viva Los Regalos" titles are available now!!

Kai and Lucas are taking a much needed vacation, and finding out that delving into their fantasies is more exciting and helpful than they ever imagined in "Viva Los Regalos: The Luxy Lady"!

Wanna know what happens when you pair up a Fury and a human cop and set them on the trail of a killer? Steaming hot sensuality and a great caper too! Let Lena Austin show you how it's done in Los Regalos in "Beware the Fury"!





And don't forget, the lovely ladies of Los Regalos are throwing a bang-up drawing! Use the discount code vivalosregalos when your purchase any Changeling book- now through October 17, 2007- and you'll be entered into the drawing for a grand prize $20 Changeling Press gift credit! Two runners up will receive 1-$10 gift credit each and Lena Austin will select a third lucky entrant to receive a plush teddy and rainbow fashion boa from her!

We hope you have as much fun in Los Regalos as we had creating it! Good luck and hot reading!

Thursday Thrill: What's under that blanket?

Come up with a funny, sexy, naughty, silly, or whatever caption for this week's Thursday Thrill and win a free e-book from Changeling Press! Just leave your comment today and tomorrow. Winner will be announced in the Bar & Grill Friday night.

Swan Song & M Strikes Again!

Okay, for those of you not signed up for the Changeling Press readers loop... get there, seriously. M (owner of Changeling) is losing her mind and going crazy with discount codes. Marketing is going to kick her rear, but in the mean time...


Marie Treanor has a new Hot Flash out titled Swan Song:

When you find yourself confiding in a swan, you know you’re in trouble. When the swan talks back, madness clearly beckons. Throw in a fool of a fiancé about to be dumped, a Russian gangster, and a lustful ballet dancer with tights to die for, and the night becomes strangely magical…

In honor of Marie's sexy swan, M threw out a new coupon code. Here's what she sent out to the loops:


I was poking around in the Coming Soon folder for something to get into and found the most wonderful surprise -- a gorgeous hunk of a -- SWAN! Swan shape shifters?? OK. Had to read it. Let me tell you, Marie Treanor is one wickedly twisted woman. Naturally I had to share. Man, I love my job.


New Hot Flash now available: Swan Song by Marie Treanor $2.99

And just for all you insomniacs up keeping me company, I made a new discount code:
Swan Song -- 5% off any one order, no matter how many books you stuff in the cart. Good till the marketing staff catches me playing with their codes again...


Has she lost her mind? Probably. We've corrupted her with all of our off-the-wall ideas chock full of sex and she's lost what little sanity she had left. Take advantage of it while you can!


Ce

It's Michele and Isy's turn!!

Everything that happens in Los Regalos, stays in Los Regalos. We guarantee it!

The Ropacabana is the hottest BDSM club in Los Regalos, and their star is the most sought after show girl in town. Toss in a bit of fine print and a sexy bouncer, and Isabella's tale is sure to heat you up and leave you begging for more :)


Mix one part wealthy, but sheltered woman, and one long-lived, seductive demon. Add some inhibition and a lot of lust. Serve shaken, not stirred. "Virgin's Kiss" is a smooth, heady drink of carnal desire and is sure to be a hit with Los Regalos visitors!

Thursday Thrill: How do you feel about rope burn?

Come up with a funny, sexy, naughty, silly, or whatever caption for this week's Thursday Thrill and win a free e-book from Changeling Press! Just leave your comment today and tomorrow. Winner will be announced in the Bar & Grill Friday night.

Welcome to Los Regalos: Where fantasies become reality, anonymity guaranteed!


Changeling Press's newest multi-author series, "Viva Los Regalos" debuts today! Follow Maxine's high-jinx and erotic adventures in Renee George's "Double Down"

And don't miss Lexxie Couper's "Kat and Mouse". Be there with Kat, and her Mouse, as they make their way through a full-speed, sensual caper in the only place on Earth where paranormals are the norm and humans are just vacationers!

Thursday Thrill: Where's the Soap?

All right, readers! Come up with a funny, sexy, naughty, silly, or whatever caption for this week's Thursday Thrill and win a free e-book from Changeling Press! Just leave your comment today and tomorrow. Winner will be announced in the Bar & Grill Friday night.

New Feature Starting Next Week!

Drop by the blog every Thursday for our new feature: THURSDAY THRILLS. We will post a sexy photo and YOU will post a caption: funny, sexy, crazy, or naughty. We'll pick our favorite and the prize is winner's choice of a free e-book from Changeling Press. The winner of our Thursday Thrill will be announced at Changeling Press's 24-hour party at the Bar & Grill, which opens every Friday night!

Now, for a taste of yum...