Call of the Wild by Sierra Dafoe

Call of the Wild
by Sierra Dafoecover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-079-7
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure
Theme(s): Ménage, Werewolves
Series: Call of the Wild
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

Welcome to Wolf Creek Cove…
In an isolated area of northern Manitoba lives an unusual breed of wolf. They are the Shumani, the wolves who walk as men. But the longer they go without contact with humans, the more they regress into wild wolves.
Larak and his den-brother Kam watched helplessly as the Shumani dwelling in the hills above Wolf Creek were taken over by Hunt, a vicious black wolf who will do anything to retain control of the pack. Now, with the arrival of the only human they've seen since cubhood, Larak and Kam vow to end Hunt's domination.
Sarah Hartwell, domestic disaster and wolf aficionado, has left her fiancé to spend eight months studying the wolves. Little does she know she will become a pawn in the battle for control of the Shumani -- a pawn Hunt is determined to remove from the game.
Can Larak and Kam convince her to give up a safe, secure life among her own kind for one of danger, passion and the call of the wild?

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I swear to God, Sarah, you’re the only woman I know who can burn water. John’s words grated in her mind like the nagging, insistent whine of the Cessna’s engine. As if pushed by an unseen hand the little plane lurched upward, and Sarah Hartwell’s stomach did a slow, unpleasant roll.
“Good one there, eh?” Piers Anders, piloting the bush plane easily with one hand on the yoke, flashed her a grin.
Weakly, Sarah tried to return it, then sighed. Leaning her cheek against the vibrating glass of the window, she stared absently at the endless miles of forest rolling past below, seeing instead the way John’s face had darkened as she’d picked up the phone to hear Piers’ voice on the other end.
It’s him, isn’t it? John’s eyes had narrowed, watching her.
It wasn’t like that, though. It wasn’t. It never had been… although okay, maybe there had been a time when she’d entertained a crush on the tall, rugged man beside her in the cockpit -- a crush he’d never shown the faintest sign of returning.
Which didn’t surprise her -- she was too tall, too gawky. Raw-boned as a plow horse, as her father had put it. Even among the granola-heads of the conservation movement, she’d never met a guy who’d shown the slightest interest in her, preferring to pair up instead with the cute, curvy little volunteers who whined about their aching feet and complained about the weight of their backpacks. Trail-bunnies, Sarah had always called them with thinly-veiled disdain.
Her gaze drifted down to where Piers’ right hand rested on the throttle, a broad gold wedding band gleaming against his deeply tanned skin, and nothing but empty space above the knuckle of his third finger. “When did that happen?”
Glancing down at it, Piers chuckled. “Last spring. Had a little dust-up with a wolverine. Damn things are half pit bull, I swear. Once they get their teeth in you, they don’t let go.”
His expression turned serious, his gaze flicking briefly to her face before he looked back out the windshield, squinting against the afternoon sun. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were new, as well. “You sure about this, Sarah? We can still turn back, you know.”
They could. They could turn around right now, retrace the six hour route south and east to Winnipeg, then the shorter but more jarring flight back to Minneapolis and civilization, back to John and the neat, suburban split-level ranch he’d purchased and moved her into eight days after their engagement. Her castle in the clouds, the fulfillment of every woman’s dream… wasn’t it? Wasn’t it supposed to be exactly that?
Then why in the middle of one more raging fight with John had her heart lifted, soaring like a bird suddenly freed of its cage, at the sound of Piers Anders’s voice on the phone.
John was right, much as it stung to admit -- she couldn’t do anything right. She clogged the vacuum cleaner. She forgot to sort the laundry, turning John’s boxers a dingy slate gray when she’d thrown them in with a new pair of jeans. And, as John had pointed out, his eyes both icy and flashing with annoyance, she was probably the only woman in the world who could burn water.
Maria Anders, Sarah suspected, didn’t burn water. Or order take-out pizza eight nights in a row. Or, she thought ruefully, glancing at Piers’ tee shirt -- as gleaming white as his strong, even teeth -- forget that brand new blue jeans bleed.
She’d met the woman three years ago, at a Christmas party Piers had thrown for the North American Wolf Conservation Council. One look at the tall, statuesque beauty and Sarah had known immediately why, despite all the chances he must have had over the years, Piers Anders had never once wavered in his faithfulness to his wife.
Why couldn’t anyone ever feel that way about her? Okay, so maybe she wasn’t exactly stunning, but still…
Rather than dwell on that depressing subject, Sarah returned her attention to the window. The air was so crystalline she felt she could practically count the spires of pine and fir rushing past below them, broken here and there by gleams of gold and magnificent, blazing splashes of red. The shadow of the plane skated across the hilltops, lengthening and stretching as it chased itself across mile after mile of green, unpopulated forest.
If you leave this time, Sarah… John’s voice had been as flinty as the expression in his eyes. If you leave this time, don’t bother coming back.
Sarah took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. “Yeah, Piers. I’m sure.”

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Tequila Sunrise: Hurricane by Moira Rogers

Title: Hurricane
Series: Tequila Sunrise

Genre/Line: Werewolves, BDSM, Menage

Author: Moira Rogers
Author URL: http://www.moirarogers.com
Release Date or Available Now: October 24th

Publisher: Changeling Press

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Content Warning: Contains graphic sex which may offend some readers.

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She was usually graceful, but not tonight. Tonight she was almost clumsy; her body trembled and it took her three tries to line their hips up. She hissed in a breath when she finally got it, sinking down onto his cock hard and fast. Tight, clenching heat surrounded him, and she rocked a little and whimpered when he inched that much deeper.
Kieran arched his neck, his head digging back into the pillows. The long, silky drape of her hair beckoned, so Kieran gathered a handful and tugged lightly. “I said slow, love.”
She moaned and rocked again, lifting up just a few inches before dropping to grind against him. “I need you, Kieran. I need you.”
“I know.” He focused on the curve of her hip under his hand and the heat of her body around his. He barely noticed when Zack rose and approached.
But Eve noticed. She stiffened with another low snarl and stopped moving. “What?”
Zack stopped a few feet from the bed and eyed her, bemused. “Got a problem, Eve?”
“I don’t want to fuck him while you laugh at me.”
Kieran froze as something stormy and wild gathered in Zack’s eyes. Then he blinked and it was gone. “I guess I’ve worn out my welcome, then.” He grabbed his jeans and shook his head. “Good luck with your thing.”
“Wait.” Kieran rose up until his chest pressed to Eve’s back. “You can’t go. There’s --” He bit off a curse. If Zack left, they’d be right back at square one. “There’s got to be something we can do.”
Zack just shook his head again. “Lady doesn’t want me here.”
Eve made a frustrated noise and turned her head until her face was tucked against his cheek. “It’s not funny,” she whispered. “I fight myself and I can’t control it and it’s not funny.”
Kieran could hear Zack grinding his teeth. “I wasn’t laughing at you. But I don’t know what you want me to do.”
Kieran stroked the side of her neck and murmured nonsense until her breathing evened. “Lie down, Eve.” It was a gamble. He didn’t want to upset her further, but he hadn’t yet gotten what he’d come for. “Do it, love.”
She seemed almost relieved as she lifted slowly away from him and relaxed back against the bed. “I don’t want you to go, Zack. I’m just feeling… a little stupid. And it’s making me mean. I’m sorry.”
The tense line of Zack’s shoulders relaxed. “It’s all right.” He cast a quizzical look at Kieran. “What do you have in mind?”
He smiled and nodded to the cabinet at Zack’s side. “Are there any restraints in that thing?”
Eve sucked in a breath next to him, her sudden excitement impossible to miss with her racing heartbeat echoing in his ears. Zack must have heard it, as well, because he grinned. “I like the way you think, Kieran.” He turned and opened the cabinet.
Kieran leaned down to kiss Eve as Zack rummaged through the cabinet. “Anything you’re not okay with?”
“I just want you.” Her fingers curled around the back of his head and she kissed him hard.
The bed dipped, and Kieran looked up to find Zack there with a set of fur-lined leather cuffs. “Here.”
Kieran took them and kissed Eve again as he pulled her wrists above her head and toward the decorative but functional iron loops extending from the headboard. He buckled the cuffs around her wrists, trapping her.
He watched as she tested the restraints, a soft tug at first and then a jerk. He knew the strength that existed in her deceptively slender arms, but the bed and cuffs had been designed to hold stronger creatures then werewolves. The iron loops rattled a little against the headboard but held fast, and Eve let out a soft moan and closed her eyes.
He beckoned Zack with a look. He nodded and dropped his pants again, but left his boxers on. He stretched out on the other side of Eve and caressed her arm and side. “You’re in charge, Kieran,” Zack murmured. “What now?”
Kieran returned his smile and curled a hand around Eve’s hip. “Now we make her forget about the dominance games.”


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Spaceport: Hidden Phase by Lexxie Couper

Spaceport: Hidden Phase
by Lexxie Couper

Cover art by Sahara Kelly
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-094-0
Genre(s): Futuristic, Action/Adventure, Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Ménage, Spaceport
Series: Spaceport Multi-Author
Length: Novel

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Blurb:



“Target acquired. Registered name, Sabian Talano.”

“Record?”

“None.”

“Military service?”

“None.”

“What have you got on him?”

“Registered name, Sabian Talano.”

“That’s it? No history of any kind?”

“No other information is available at this time.”
No one on Spaceport Adana knows who Sabian Talano really is. Everything about Talano, the head bouncer at the spaceport’s most popular bar, Haze, is shrouded in absolute mystery. All that’s known is this: Don’t piss him off if you want to stay in one piece. Don’t mess with Emylie, his equally mysterious companion, if you want to stay alive. No one knows who Sabian Talano is, and that’s exactly the way he wants it to stay.
So who is the woman in skin-tight red leather called Falynn Mavek who suddenly appears on the spaceport? Who is the massive man with her, she calls Forty-Two? What is she doing on ’Port Adana asking questions about the secretive head bouncer? And why do her eyes burn with hunger when she finally finds him?
Sabian Talano’s dark chilling past is about to catch up with him. And it couldn’t be more dangerous. Or erotic.



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Haze, Spaceport AdanaIAC 211“Who’s goin’t make me?”Sabian Talano suppressed a sigh, his stare fixed firmly on the inebriated, slightly swaying Mendovian waving a broken bottle in his face. Every time a new ship docked, every time a new smuggler, illegal trader or bounty hunter landed on ’Port Adana, Sabian had to deal with at least one idiot too intoxicated to realize they were about to get their nose/muzzle/snout broken.Tonight was no exception. The Mendovian with the broken bottle and twitching eye stalks had spent the better part of the evening -- and a shitload of credits -- pouring ale after ale down his throat, boasting to anyone who cared to listen about the haul of Ezelian Dream Spice he’d just snatched from under the IAC’s nose. Mauling the ropki girls, groping the bar staff and hurling insults at K’Mere’s latest rendition of the Zondorian classic “Whip Me” on karaoke.As far as Sabian was concerned, the drunken imbecile should have been ejected from the bar after his second drink, but Hazel -- being a big fan of pissing off the IAC -- had given the smuggler a little more slack than usual.That was, at least, until he’d tried to stick one of his tongues down her throat.“So?” the Mendovian snarled, growing less inebriated and more controlled with each wavering jab of the broken bottle. “Ya goin’t answer me? Who’s goin’t make me leave? You?”Sabian nodded. Once. “Yes.” He moved.At that exact second the Mendovian lunged at him.Mendovians are fast. Sabian was faster. He always was. His fist smashed into the smuggler’s ample gut, his knuckles punching into a thick layer of winter fat and a wall of solid muscle. The Mendovian let out a choked oomph, the sound both hurt and surprised. He doubled over, doing what looked like a hasty and painful attempt to smack his own forehead against his knees.Sabian jerked his fist back, ready to deliver another blow if needed. It rarely was. Once an opponent realized how quick he was, they usually scurried out of the bar, tattered pride dragging behind them. Something about this opponent, however, kept Sabian more on guard. Alert.The bar fell silent, all eyes on the stooped smuggler. A thick air of dread and excitement thrummed through the gawking crowd. The regulars shuffled their feet, casting Sabian knowing looks. They’d seen him fold more than one difficult patron in half. Were they going to see it again? K’Mere skittered off the stage, tail swishing, ears flat, deserting her beloved karaoke for the safety of wherever it was the Kitali escaped to when things in Haze got ugly.Sabian stared at the back of the Mendovian’s head, muscles coiled. Ready. “Don’t do it,” he said. Calm. Composed.Twin eyestalks twitched. Wide shoulders bunched under the Mendovian’s heavy flight jacket.Sabian ground his teeth -- ah, fuck -- and swung his fist, connecting with the smuggler’s jaw the precise moment the Mendovian leapt up from his stoop to charge him.A loud gasp filled the bar. A blinding light swept across the room, somewhere to his left. Sabian bit back a curse. Fuck! Holly Barberossa and her smartcam. His image would be in the Adana Observer for a week!The Mendovian’s limp body arced backward, eyestalks flapping, arms flailing. He hit the floor with a thud, the impact sending a shock wave of dull vibrations up Sabian’s legs. Some SOP foolishly burst into applause a way back in the crowd, Barberossa’s smartcam flashed on again, and the crooning tones of K’Mere wafted from the karaoke stage once more.Sabian shook his head, giving the still and decidedly unconscious Mendovian an indifferent look. Lifting his head, he ignored the sight of the petite but determined Barberossa cutting a path through the crowd toward him and nodded at one of his crew. The Rellian detached himself from the writhing mass of patrons on the dance floor and hurried over.“Get rid of him,” Sabian said, not looking at the motionless Mendovian on the floor. “Put him back on his vessel and arrange a doc to mend his ribs. I’m pretty certain I broke at least five.”Diirch smirked. “Only five? You feeling soft t’night, Boss?”Sabian gave the Rellian, one of the bar’s more witty bouncers, a level stare.Diirch grinned. “Gotcha, Boss. Doing it now. Charging the doc’s bill to the usual account?”Sabian nodded, turning back to the bar. It was late, and he wanted to --“Another patron reluctant to leave, Talano?” Holly Barberossa blocked his path, smartcam zeroing in on his face like a striking serpent. “You dealt with him harder than normal. And faster. Care to offer a quote for the story?”Sabian met the woman’s intense stare. Holly Barberossa had been after his story since the moment he’d arrived on the station. The fact she’d been unable to dig up anything annoyed the shit out of her. It was almost enough to make Sabian smile -- if he didn’t know just how good at her job she was. As it was, she’d made him wary. Thankfully, she’d stayed away from Emylie. So far.She licked her lips, a dogged light in her brilliant blue eyes. “Haze Bouncer or Haze Brutalizer? It’s a catchy title, don’t you think?”Sabian clenched his fists. Fuck. He didn’t need this right now. He just wanted to finish his shift and --“Or maybe I should run with Sabian Talano. The Man with No Past Strikes Again?”“Holly.” ’Port Security Commander Kala Decoltéir suddenly appeared beside the reporter, towering over her. “I’ve been meaning to ask you about the Nil Raja article in last week’s Observer.”Barberossa turned to Decoltéir, irritation mingled with suspicion crossing her face.The security commander flicked Sabian a quick look -- You owe me -- before she took Holly’s elbow in her grip and turned the reporter away from him.Sabian ground his teeth harder. Kala Decoltéir was a brilliant security officer. She knew just as little about him as Barberossa did, but until recently didn’t seem bothered by the fact. Apart from offering him a job on her team when he’d first arrived, an offer he’d refused, she’d left him alone. He knew she kept an eye on him. Someone his size with his obvious skills was never going to pass under her radar, but that was it -- a professional eye. If he’d known she was in Haze tonight he would have been a bit slower dealing with the Mendovian. ’Port Security Commander Kala Decoltéir would not have missed how preternaturally fast his strikes were tonight. This is what he got for losing his focus.And if you lose your focus, Emylie could end up dead.

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Tartan Interlude by Selena Illyria

Tartan Interlude
by Selena Illyria

cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-069-8
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Interracial, Werewolves
Series: Tartan Werewolves
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

Werewolf Iain is in love with Katherine, a human. Katherine doesn't think that anyone can fall in love in three months. Mating is one thing, love is another altogether.
Iain is determined to prove her wrong and he'll do everything he can to convince her of his love.

Excerpt:

He bent his head down and kissed her softly on the lips. It wasn't enough. His tongue ran over the seam of her lips. Her mouth parted on a soft sigh and her tongue slipped out. At first it was a gentle exploration, the tips of both muscles poking each other before slipping and sliding over and against each other. Their heads rolled from side to side as his hand move south. The tips of fingers caressing her neck, over her shoulder and down her arm. Their fingers entwined for a brief second before he let go and took hold of her hip. Pulling her toward him, he slipped his arm around her. When he felt her body against his he couldn't stop himself from grinding against her.
Her body moved against his, as his hips rocked forward and back imitating what he wanted to do at that very moment. His skin was too tight. He was slowly slipping into madness at the feel of his stomach clenching, his balls tightening against his body. The slow throb of his cock, straining against his pants and the bite of the zipper increased his arousal.
She gently scrapped her teeth against his bottom lip, sucking the plump flesh between her teeth. He groaned and tightened his hold. His hips pumped faster against her and she matched his rhythm grinding her body against his. Everything fell away for him. All he felt, all he knew was her.

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Excerpt: Shifting Priorities: Mating Ritual by Anne Kane

Shifting Priorities: Mating Ritual
by Anne Kane

Cover art by Karen Fox
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-066-7
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Legends
Series: Shifting Priorities
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

When Jexx finds out the man she’s just had fantastic sex with is one of the legendary Imperial Were-Panthers, she’s impressed and flattered. But when she finds out he’s decided to claim her as his mate, she’s less than thrilled. She’s not in the market for a bossy male to order her around. When the spaceship the two of them are returning to Earth on suffers from technical problems, the two of them need to work together to overcome the problem and get home before the life support starts to falter.

Excerpt:

Grunting as he slammed into the post, the larger man turned and fixed Tome with a malevolent glare. A cold smile tilted his mouth and he wiped a thin trickle of blood off his chin with his shirtsleeve. His gaze flickered to his partner for a second and then returned to Tome. He circled to the right, forcing Tome to turn away from the second man in order to keep facing him. They’d obviously worked as a team before.
“Don’t worry. If you can handle the whale, I’ll take care of the guppy.” Jexx didn’t want Tome worrying about her when he should be concentrating on his opponent. She’d been in lots of scrapes and she knew how to defend herself against a lone assailant.
She watched the big man circle around Tome. Slower this time, sizing up his foe.
Tome crouched low, his strange amber eyes darkening as he focused on the man. Jexx gave a wistful thought to her blaster, left onboard ship per standard landing procedures. Hindsight. The feel of a nice solid blaster in her hand would have been worth running the risk of detection by random scans.
His opponent feinted with a beefy right hook, and Tome blocked it with his forearm, jabbing in to sink a quick fist into the man’s belly. His attacker staggered back out of reach, the evil grin still plastered on his face.
“I’m going to enjoy your little green-eyed pet.” The man licked his lips and flicked a quick glance at Jexx. “I like it when they fight back.”
Tome danced in and aimed a roundhouse kick at the man’s head. “I don’t think you’d like her fighting style. She’d enjoy slitting your throat.” His foot glanced off his opponent’s shoulder as the man slid sideways.
Jexx pivoted to meet the smaller man as he rushed her from behind, the noise of his clumsy feet warning her of his intentions. She angled sideways and extended her arm, letting his momentum carry him straight into an uppercut to the throat.
His eyes widened in shock. He gasped. Struggled to drag oxygen into his lungs. His eyes clouded, grew dull. He dropped to the ground at Jexx’s feet with a meaty thud. She hadn’t even worked up a sweat on that one.
She looked at Tome’s back and saw him tense. She realized he didn’t know which one of them had fallen. He should have more faith in me .But she took pity on him. “That wasn’t much of a challenge. You need a hand?”
He relaxed at the sound of her voice. “No, I’m good.”
She watched the two men circle, each looking for an opening. Tome feinted with his left. His opponent took the bait and lunged forward. Tome instantly extended his claws and slashed bloody furrows down the unprotected arm.
The man didn’t pause, his left fist still driving straight for Tome’s face. Tome pivoted and let the blow glance off the side of his head. The brute danced out of range, that disgusting leer still plastered on his face.
“I think he must be the ugliest male I’ve ever seen.” Jexx backed away and lounged against the wall, giving the two men plenty of room.
The man in question glanced over at the sound of her voice. Tome took advantage of his momentary distraction. He swept in low and extended his left leg to sweep the man’s legs out from under him.
The annoying grin vanished and a look of utter disbelief replaced it as the brute tumbled backward, unable to break his fall. His head hit the rocky ground with an audible crack and the massive body went limp.
Tome bent over the still form to check his pulse. “He’ll live. Good. I’d hate to spend the next eon answering questions from security.”
Straightening, he stalked over to Jexx and roughly pulled her into his embrace. When she tilted her head to look up at him, he brought his mouth down on hers with savage intensity. Her lips parted under his onslaught and he thrust his tongue inside, exploring every corner.
She stiffened in his arms, hesitating for a split second before surrendering, her tongue mating with his in an erotic duel.
He dropped his hand dropped to her ass, and dragged her hard against him to feel the outline of his massive erection through the skintight body suit. He lifted his head and scowled. “What the hell were you thinking, running to the out-ports when you know I ordered them closed to females traveling alone?”
Jexx shrugged. “I thought you were overreacting.” She raised her head to look him in the eyes. “I’m capable of looking after myself.”
Tome raised an eyebrow. “And if I hadn’t shown up, exactly what were you planning on doing with Ugly and his sidekick?” He jerked his head at the pair lying unconscious on the ground.
Jexx looked down at them and a tiny grin curled the corner of her mouth. “I might have been able to play them off against each other. Asteroid jockeys aren’t the brightest bunch in the universe.”
Tome snorted and shook his head. The amber streaks swirling within the changing golds and browns of his slanted eyes betrayed his arousal. “Well, lucky for you our little interlude on the station left me wanting more, so I decided to track you down.” He ran his hands down her back and cupped her ass, tracing the rounded shape of it through the thin layers of her spacer-suit. “I’d ask ‘your ship or mine,’ but it’s going to be mine.”
“Really?” She wrinkled her brow and stared up at him, perplexed. “Why?”
He smiled and reached out to pin her hands between their bodies. “Because your ship was impounded on orders from the stationmaster.” He paused for a moment. “It’s being towed back planet-side as we speak.”

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Channelling Morpheus --Tainted by Jordan Castillo Price

Channeling Morpheus: Tainted
by Jordan Castillo Price

Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-075-9
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Cyber-Punk
Theme(s): Vampires, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Channeling Morpheus
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

Vampires agree that vampirism must be spread through sex, because if a bite on the neck could turn someone, the world would be overrun with legions of bloodsuckers by now. So Wild Bill’s been careful. The last thing he’d want is turn anyone. Especially his boy toy.

Despite Wild Bill’s caution, Michael’s looking pale and thin… more so than usual. He wears it well, just like the leather jacket, the black-dyed hair and the eyeliner. But for someone as starved as he is, food should hold more of an appeal. And is that a preternatural grace Bill detects in Michael’s movements?

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Heartless, soulless, generic and commercial. You gotta love these “big box” stores. I’d never set foot in one until I had a someone other than yours truly to look after. Never needed to. As long as I had enough smokes to keep me busy and a warm-blooded meal ticket nearby, I was happy enough with the clothes on my back.The homicidal eye-candy I’d hooked up with had more needs than I did. Like food. Pens and notebooks. Somewhere to eat and sleep. And do the nasty.So I bought us a van.That’s how it all starts, I guess. You let something stick, and the next thing you know, you start accessorizing it.I pulled a card of earrings off a revolving rack full of shiny, shiny trinkets. Not bad. “I’m taking this,” I told the clerk behind the counter, who smiled and gave me a finger wave. I tucked the earrings into my pocket.Handbags. Slippers. Pantyhose. Sunglasses. I pulled a pair of cheap plastic shades off the display and tried them on. Thankfully the notion about vamps not casting reflections is just a weird idea someone dreamt up after chugging too much absinthe. How else would I be able to pick out a decent pair of shades if I couldn’t make sure they looked good on me?But of course they did. I snapped the price tag off and put them on. Better. The hyper-bright fluorescent lighting had really been doing a number on my impressionable retinas.Hats. Wallets. Scarves. I stopped and stared. Some of ’em were grandma-scarves, sure. But some of ’em were slinky and long. I took a black one, pulled off the tag, looped it around my neck. Nice.I sniffed the air. Lots of humans teeming through the store, even at quarter to ten. Despite the smorgasbord of scents, I zeroed in easily enough on the one I wanted.Michael.He stood at a glass countertop shaped just like the jewelry island, except this one was full of cameras and phones, and other little gadgets I’d never heard of, and had no desire to know what they did.I unwound the scarf from my neck and wrapped it around his. Not only would he feel less self-conscious about the series of thin, neat cuts I’d left on him with my trusty flip-around knife, but he’d give Marc Bolan a run for his money in the jerk-off fantasy department. I’d refrain from telling him that, since given his age, I couldn’t hope for anything more than a blank stare in return.He leaned into me, pressed his side against my side. “Look.” He pointed at a plastic rectangle.“Yeah?”“It’s a computer.”“It is?” It was the size of the cigar box I kept my paintbrushes in, back in the Dark Ages.“If I had one of those, I wouldn’t need to spend so much time at the library. We could park outside a coffee shop and I could hop online.”I was probably giving him the same look he would’ve given me if I’d told him he’d pass for a member of T-Rex. “So get it.”He went real quiet. “It’s almost thee hundred dollars. Plus tax.”I squatted and pressed my nose against the glass. I didn’t understand money at all. Smokes had gone from a buck twenty-five a pack to six, while computers had dropped from five grand to a lousy three hundred -- plus tax. Good thing I never had to pay for anything. I’d get taken for a ride, for sure.There was a kid in a blue polyester vest behind the counter who’d been doing his best to look close and available, but also courteous and unobtrusive. He wasn’t too successful. Mostly he looked awkward. “Gimme one of those,” I told him. “The pink one.” Because if a computer company was ridiculous enough to make a paperback-sized laptop in pink, how could I not get that one? “Ring it up however you need to. We’re taking it.”He pressed some keys, scanned the box, and gave it to me. I handed it to Michael. I could tell he wanted to whisper some token protests at me, but he also wanted his new toy badly enough that he knew better than to complain about it.When he finally did find his voice, he said, “We should probably get a car charger.”
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Nine Lives by Melinda Barron

Nine Lives
by Melinda Barron
Cover art by Karen Fox
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-056-8
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage, Bisexual and More
Length: Novella




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Cat shifter Ophelia Brown lives a nomadic life. She travels from town to town, dancing at clubs, and trying to help others with the money her parents left her. But when she gets to Denver things change.
Club owner Conner Riley is very attracted to his new dancer. He and his boyfriend, Fox Nichols, have always appreciated the female form, especially O’s. But when strange things start happening to O, it’s up to Conner and Fox, a private detective, to figure out what’s happening before their shifter loses any more of her nine lives.

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Ophelia took a deep breath of the cool October air, loving the way it filled her lungs. After a night inside, with the low lights of the club, the loud music and the yells of customers, coming outside always made her body tingle with joy.
Tonight would be a perfect night to shift, to roam around Denver and see what was happening. First though, she’d go home to her little apartment in Aurora, check to make sure things were fine and then drive to Sloan’s Lake. There were always a few shifters hanging out there who loved to run and play some games.
Work hadn’t been hard tonight. She’d done four sets, and the crowds had been respectable, but not overly large. The tips had been good, but Ophelia didn’t dance for the money. She danced because she enjoyed the freedom it brought her, the pure joy of performing. She also loved the people she met. Sure, sometimes she had problems, but Conner always took care of things. He didn’t let anyone mess with his girls.
It was one reason she’d stayed in Denver longer than normal. Well, that plus the cat shifter community. She’d made some friends, and it was such a new experience for her that she wasn’t willing to give it up, not quite yet.
That didn’t always happen in her new homes. Because of her shifter abilities she moved, a lot, to avoid discovery. Finding people like her had been a boon. They’d showed her places to run and play at night, and during the day they actually met for lunch, a luxury Ophelia had never thought to have.
She sniffed the air again, then sighed. Over the smell of car exhaust fumes and stale cigarette smoke, she could scent a change in the weather. Snow should fly before the end of the week, and Ophelia could hardly wait. Nothing was more fun than frolicking in the snow in her feline form, except for maybe doing it with a bunch of friends. This winter could be interesting.
The parking lot was nearly deserted. Riley’s Dance Emporium closed at two, and since it was now almost three, the only cars left belonged to her, the few dancers still inside, her boss Conner, and his boyfriend, Fox.
She’d parked down at the end of the lot tonight since she hadn’t come in until after nine and most of the spots had already been taken. Usually that wouldn’t pose a problem since Conner made sure the area was well lit. But tonight, as she took the first few steps away from the building, she stopped, her instincts telling her something wasn’t quite right.
Two of the four streetlamps used to illuminate the parking lot weren’t working, and they were the two closest to her car, leaving her shiny red vehicle virtually sitting in the dark. She stared at them for a few minutes, wondering if she should go back inside and tell Conner… maybe ask him to walk her to her car.
She dismissed the idea as quickly as it came, though. When she’d last seen Conner, Fox had him pinned to the wall just outside the office, their lips locked. Fox’s hand had been inside Conner’s jeans, and even through the kiss Ophelia could hear Conner’s moans of pleasure.
Better not interrupt the lovers just because two lights were out. Nobody else was parked in that area. Tomorrow she would come in early and tell Conner, and he’d have it fixed before tomorrow night.
After all, she was a cat shifter. Seeing in the dark wasn’t a problem for her. She shouldered her bag and started toward her car, hoping Christine and Lily were in the park tonight. The three of them had a great time two nights ago when they’d taken on two others shifters for a few races. The memory of their wins made Ophelia laugh. Tonight would be a perfect night for more races.
Ophelia was about fifty feet from her car when the noise caught her attention. She turned around quickly, gasping at the car that sped right toward her, gravel spitting out from underneath the fast moving wheels. There were no headlights on, but that didn’t seem to bother the driver. He, or she, knew right where he was going, and Ophelia was the target.
She took off at a dead run, bounding over her car as if it were a two-foot fence, crouching down on the other side, her heart racing. She dropped her bag and got down on all fours, sucking in a huge breath of air. Her bones drew up as energy surged through her body, her human form disappearing.
Four paws came first, then her curvy hips and large breasts, which made her such a hit on the stage, disappeared. Her body shrunk and her skin turned to fur, mostly black with tufts of white around the neck and belly.
She scrambled away from her clothes, grateful she’d prepared for shifting later by wearing a loose dress with no underclothes. Once free of the material, she dove under her own car as the one that had been heading for her slammed on its brakes and swerved to avoid hitting her little compact. Instead, it hit the side of the Dumpster, the sound of metal scraping against metal making Ophelia cringe. The smell of burning rubber assailed her senses and she twitched her nose, her whiskers pulsing to try and detect the direction her assailant had gone. She crept to the front of the car slowly, peeping out from her hiding place.
All she could see were tires, though. A yell from the front of the building made her look in that direction. The car took off, peeling out and almost drowning out a command from Fox for it to stop.



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Soul Familiar 2: Unpredictable by Kate Steele

Soul Familiar 2: Unpredictable
by Kate Steele
Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-806-7
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Magic and Mayhem, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Soul Familiar
Length: Novella




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Life is unpredictable. That sentiment should be tattooed on my forehead -- or better yet on my lover’s ass. I’d see it more often.
I’m Alex Layton and I’m a soul familiar. Most people know witches and wizards use familiars to enhance their powers. Soul familiars become not only partners with their chosen magic practitioner but mates for life, and we bond with our partners -- heart, body, mind, and soul. I’ve found my soul mate, a sweet, gorgeous, recently deflowered virgin, fledging wizard by the name of Tyler Montgomery. To keep him, I face a challenge, or more precisely, we face a challenge. Magical combat designed to test our bond and its strength. If we pass, we live happily ever after. If we lose… let’s just say I refuse to lose.
Everything’s going to be fine. I just know it will. Right? All we have to deal with is the powerful and practiced duo consisting of a fellow soul familiar and his mate who are gunning for us and one accident of nature soul familiar whose erratic powers are making our spells produce daffodils instead of dragons.
Like I said, life is unpredictable.

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What was it that guy said in the movie Independence Day when he flew his fighter plane up the wazoo of the alien space ship? “I’m baaack!”
Yeah, I’m back. Alex Layton, remember? I’m the two-hundred-year-old, tastefully gorgeous soul familiar who just found his soul mate, Tyler Montgomery. I began my story by telling you about myself and how I met Tyler, and temporarily ended it when I discovered Tyler was my soul mate. Now that the shock has worn off, I think it’s time to continue this little tale. After all, I know you’re totally intrigued and probably smitten with me as well, so who am I to deny you a little more of my charm and wit.
As you can tell, I’ve never been accused of being modest.
Picking up where we left off, Tyler and I had just made love, the soul joining took place, and my dad showed up to congratulate us and give us the good news about Tyler facing that inconvenient little test designed to assess his worthiness to be my partner. When Dad returned the way he’d appeared -- in a nimbus of light via the ether corridor -- I was left to explain things to Tyler. I’d like to say we were cuddling in bed, but my ever practical Tyler decided he’d had enough of my attempts to distract him with some more than friendly groping and made us get up and go downstairs to the kitchen. At this point I could but sigh in frustration.
“It’s three o’clock in the morning. Do you really think we should be drinking coffee at this hour?” I asked as he set a steaming cup of black brew in front of me.
I’d taken a seat at the small oak table that resided at one end of the room near windows that overlooked the front lawn. As dark as it was outside, there was little to see other than that which was revealed under the bluish-white glow of the security light that topped a tall pole beside the garage. The only thing I could see stirring was the plant life that swayed with the gentle, night breeze.
Tyler took the chair opposite me. “Quit complaining. I mojoed the caffeine out of it since we don’t have decaf.”
“And how did you do that?”
“A touch of that transformation spell I learned the other day. It was easy to remove that one element.”
Giving the coffee a leery look, I picked up my cup and took a sniff. It smelled all right. I took a taste. It tasted all right too. “It’s good. Seems you’re actually learning.”
“From the sound of things, I guess I’d better. You want to explain exactly what’s going on?”
“Not really, but I suppose I’d better since you’ve dragged me out of bed at such an indecent hour.”
“Yeah, I can feel your outrage. Spill it.”
“Would you just listen to that sarcasm? You’ve gotten awfully bold and bossy for a twenty-two-year-old former virgin with all of a day’s experience under your belt.”
“I’m a fast learner, and you’re rubbing off on me.”
“Not yet, but given a little encouragement…” I knew I was smirking. I just couldn’t help it.
“Alex.”
Tyler was not amused. “All right. You felt something strange after we made love that last time, right?”
“Yeah, I did.” Tyler closed his eyes as though savoring the memory. “It was so intense. Everything I felt, the breath in my lungs, the beat of my heart, the feel of your skin against mine, it was like I was experiencing it not only for myself, but through you as well. Why did that happen?”
“If you’ll remember back to what my dad said, he congratulated me on finding my true mate. That particular phenomenon occurs when a soul familiar finds his soul mate. That would be you.”
“Soul mate?” Tyler asked, with a touch of doubtful sarcasm.
“Yes.”
“I hate to say it, but that sounds a little corny. So what exactly does being a soul mate entail? Did we just get married or something?”
I gave him a brittle smile. “Pretty much.”
“I was kidding. You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
Tyler dropped his gaze from mine, but not before I saw the dismay in his eyes. His earlier comment about soul mates being corny stung and it put me on the defensive. I was wondering if we were in trouble. It seemed I was the only one feeling happy about this situation.
“Is the prospect of being tied to me such an awful one?” I asked, trying very hard to keep my tone neutral.
“No, it’s not that and I wouldn’t have made light of it if I’d known you were serious.” Tyler raised his eyes to mine. “It’s just… I don’t know. I feel like I should apologize.”
Now that surprised me. I just had to ask. “Why?”
“I’m sure this isn’t something you bargained for when you volunteered to help me.”
“No, it’s not. Do you hear me complaining?”
“No, but it seems like you should be. I mean seriously, when it comes to things like experience, talent, and power we’re so far apart. There are probably plenty of other guys way better than me you’d prefer to be stuck with. Someone who would suit you much better than I do.”
“What bullshit. Tyler, the joining happened because, corny as it sounds, the cosmic forces of the universe decided we should be together. The fact that I agree with them is just icing on the cake.” I reached across the table and waited for his hand to meet mine halfway. When our fingers entwined, I couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at my mouth. “You’re right. I’ve been with a lot of guys over the years, which just helps me know now that there’s no one I’d rather be with than you. And thank you.”
“For what?”
“For recognizing my stellar attributes, the power, the talent, although you could have also mentioned the drop-dead gorgeous looks and the amazing prowess in bed.”
Tyler rolled his eyes and gave me a good-natured yet skeptical smile. “You are so full of yourself.”
“You may be right, though I prefer it when you’re full of me. Let’s go back to bed,” I answered with a suggestive wiggle of my brows.




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Better than Chocolate by Lacey Savage

Better Than Chocolate
by Lacey Savage

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-905-7
Genre(s): Paranormal, Urban Fantasy
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Shapeshifters, Magic and Mayhem, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures, Madam Periwinkle's Erotic Delights
Series: Madam Periwinkle's Erotic Delights Multi-Author
Length: Novella

Blurb:

Silvana McCurdy is losing her mind. She hasn’t had a good night’s sleep in six weeks, all because of a dream lover who insists on playing out every one of her sexual fantasies -- even the kinky, bold, and disturbing ones. If only he was real… she could figure out a way to deal with him then.
But he is real. And when Silvana meets Rafael, she’s shocked by the tumultuous effect he has on her. Just by touching her, he threatens to unleash the dragon that lies dormant inside her soul. And that’s a risk she’s not willing to take. So she runs away from the man who’s slowly ruining her life and takes shelter inside Madame Periwinkle’s Erotic Delights shop.
Yet the surprises don’t stop there. Madam Periwinkle offers Silvana a solution in the shape of a perfectly crafted chocolate dildo. Too bad magical dildos don’t come with instructions. Silvana has no idea whether she should she eat it, insert it, or dangle it in a circular pattern before her eyes like she’s seen hypnotists do on TV. Still, she’s willing to try anything, even if it means she has to risk exposing her deepest secrets... and her heart.

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Glossy. Black. Beautiful. The wide, muscular expanse of a chiseled male chest captivated Silvana McCurdy. It filled her field of vision, gleaming the color of rich dark chocolate in the bright light emanating from somewhere above her head. The luscious sight made her want to swipe her tongue across the firm pectorals and swirl it around a flat, slightly darker nipple.
So perfect. So mesmerizing. So… big.
He towered over her. His thick bicep, which she knew from experience she couldn’t encircle using the thumb and forefinger of both hands, indicated that there was nothing even remotely diminutive about the man standing in front of her. Certainly not the long, hefty shaft of his cock. She’d peeked at it earlier, intrigued by the bulbous head and the massive rod that rose proudly from the apex of his powerful thighs.
Not real. He’s not real. None of this is real.
Silvana tossed her feverish head on the cotton pillowcase cradling it. She felt the fabric caress her cheek and the soft wrinkled creases press into her skin -- but she saw the hand cupping her face, the large thumb drifting across her bottom lip.
She moaned. Her eyelids fluttered, struggling helplessly against the formidable force pressing them shut. Her eyelashes stuck together, fusing her eyes closed. A panicked sob caught in her throat. She struggled to remember what the new age books suggested she should do when caught in a dream she couldn’t escape.
Something about taking control, declaring she was in charge and establishing dominance over the imagined forces holding her captive.
“Go away,” she whispered, directing all the effort she could muster toward reaching the man who now cupped her face in his large, solid palms. “Please.”
Silvana had only been asleep a few minutes, maybe half an hour at most. She knew this, instinctively, just as she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was dreaming. She was once again caught in a webbed mix of fantasy and reality that would turn her dream world upside down until the morning, when she’d awaken more exhausted than she’d been before falling asleep.
The imaginary man’s hands traveled down to gently cradle her neck and the back of her head. He thrust his fingers into her hair, but all she felt was the bunching of the pillow beneath her scalp.
Silvana shivered. He was so big. So strong. He could probably squish the life out of her if he wanted and she’d probably never even feel a thing.
Under normal circumstances, the slightest hint of peril would bring out the hidden beast lying dormant inside her. No matter how powerful this man was, she was even more formidable. Or she would be, if she let herself unleash the part of her that now slumbered, completely unaware of the threat.
She didn’t. In the past three weeks, ever since her make-believe lover first infiltrated her dreams, the dragon hadn’t woken once. Incredibly, nothing seemed to stir the beast. Not the desperate longing this man stirred in Silvana. Nor the countless orgasms he bestowed upon her, which in the real world would have shattered her human disguise at the first ripple of climax.
Here, in dreamland, the dragon never stirred.
Not even when the incredible dream man brought his friends to play. His many, many friends. All with talented hands, mouths, tongues, fingers, and cocks.
Oh, such delicious cocks.
A sob broke free from Silvana’s throat, drifting between her parted lips before she could catch it.
The man caught it instead. With his mouth.
Air left Silvana’s lungs in a long, desperate sigh. She couldn’t feel his lips on hers, or his tongue gliding between them. But oh, how she wanted to! His hands skimmed down the column of her throat, across her chest, and finally cupped her breasts.
She felt him then, as though his fingers had passed through an invisible barrier. Every determined pinch of her nipples made her want to jump out of her skin. He paid careful attention to each pebbled nub, tweaking, pulling, and teasing first one, then the other, until they both elongated stiffly and throbbed in wanton surrender.
Despite the bloom of pleasure coiling in her belly, it killed her that she couldn’t taste his kiss. Three weeks of erotic bliss and she’d never been able to feel anything he did above her breasts. Her erogenous zones practically hummed each time he touched her, but the passion and intimacy that came with sharing an open-mouthed kiss had been denied her.
She pulled away from his mouth. If she couldn’t experience the depth of his kiss, why tease herself with something that always remained off-limits?
“We know what you crave.” His deep, husky voice sent a thrill down her spine. He whispered in low tones, each word a caress in itself.
“No, you don’t.”
He chuckled. “So headstrong, even now. Haven’t we proven, time and again, that we understand your sexual needs better than you do?”
To punctuate that insufferable comment, his hand slipped down the gently rounded slope of her belly to delve between her thighs. Silvana arched her back, feeling the soft mattress beneath her shoulder blades and the heel of his hand pressing against her slit.
“You have no idea.” Her voice came out high-pitched, argumentative, and obstinate. She didn’t care.
At first, she’d given in to him. To all of them. But as time passed and it became clear to her that nothing about this dream ever changed, she decided she’d had enough. Enough exhausting, endless games. Enough ecstasy without substance. Just… enough.
A thick finger parted her folds, insinuating itself inside her slit. The tip of a nail raked her tender flesh, tearing a scream from her throat. Instinctively, she thrust her hips forward, seeking firmer contact with the elusive caress.
“Let us pleasure you,” the dream man whispered.
She opened her mouth to protest. Before she could utter a word, the dream world fragmented around her, shattering into a million pieces.

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Spaceport: Time Bomb by Lena Austin

Spaceport: Time Bomb
by Lena Austincover art by Zuri
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-691-9
Genre(s): Futuristic, Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Spaceport
Series: Spaceport Multi-Author
Length: Novella

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Pepper and her cyborg ally, Kade Starke, scavenge space junk hoping to find that one-in-a-million hunk of rock that will make them rich. Then they find the sad wreck of an old shuttle, and a hunk inside named Dr. Logan MacDonald. Oh, and several billion credits worth of long-lost artifacts and art. Now everyone from pirates to Imperial forces want Logan and his treasure. To get the artifacts to where they can be shared by all humanity and not just a wealthy few, Logan and his scavenger friends may just have to turn the treasure ship into a literal time bomb.

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Captain Pepper Corstorphine drummed her long fingers on the ship’s console and glanced listlessly at the running vid game she was playing with her partner and friend, Kade. As usual, he was winning. He beat her nine out of ten times, but playing games was better than sitting in her chair staring at the stars of space while they hunted space junk. “Why do I bother trying to beat a cyborg?”
Kade turned his sober and scarred face to look at her, but his hookup to the console kept the game running. His face, one of the few human things visible on him, was enough to scare small children, but laser blasts did that to you. The only things untouched by his former profession of Imperial soldier were his big brown eyes. “Because you’re bored out of your mind. However, it pays the bills to scour the sector for occasional hunks of debris and the rare metallic meteor worth hauling in for a few credits.”
Pepper knew that. Even their conversations had become an endless loop on replay. She sighed and stood. “Give me the damn helmet. I need some virtual exercise.”
“Shall we play naked and vulnerable?” Kade pretended to leer at her. They’d served as each other’s sexual release often, but diddling with a cyborg’s extensions wasn’t much of a turn on for her. “We haven’t gone without our armor in a few cycles.”
“You’re bored, too, aren’t you?”
Kade shrugged. “Tired of being half-man and half-machine. Half a life is what I call it. I’d welcome a bit of danger right now.”
Pepper reached for the virtual helmet, but the console proximity alarm beeped the warning sequence. Instantly, she was diverted. Either they had a collection to make, or they’d be arguing with another space junker for rights to the immediate sector. Either way, it was better than boredom. “Woohoo! What have we got?” Pepper hopped back into her chair, shut down the game, and called up extra power for grapplers or a boost to the engines of her ship, the Tor.
It may have looked like a patchwork of technology and corrosion, but the Tor was hers. Okay, it was the creditors’ until she achieved payoff. Her ship looked like the junk they collected, but that ugliness was deliberate. Even the corrosion was fake, but would pass casual scans.
“Metal, Pepper! A big hunk of it. Barest trace of an energy signature, and it’s not photon propulsion. It’s -- I don’t believe I’m saying this -- nuclear fission and fossil fuel.” Kade’s eyes lit up in greed and joy, even if the screen gave his face an eerie green cast. “I think we have a whole derelict, and it’s bigger than a satellite or probe. It may be a ship!”
Her heart raced, and Pepper dove to look for herself. Hope flared in her greedy heart. A whole ship could get them darn close to payoff and much closer to freedom than either had thought possible. She and Kade discussed endlessly what they’d do if they ever got to payoff without ever believing it could happen before they were too infirm to enjoy it. “Dollavera’s Nuts! Let’s get over there and confirm.”
The wedge-shaped hulk hove into view, beautifully framed by a nearby nebula. The white hull gleamed and winked, belying the pocked appearance of a hull that wasn’t meant for deep space. “What’s the inscription on the side there? I can’t read it, and I thought I was pretty good with the common trade tongues.”
Kade focused on the side of the ship and captured an image as well as deploying the grappling magnet. The magnet attached to the nose cone with ease, assuring their claim over the entire bulk. “Accessing the data. Hmm. It’s Old Earth French, Pepper. The name of a museum called the Louvre, but that’s odd. The registry number is for another ship called Enterprise. The Enterprise was supposedly destroyed during the reign of the dictator Amin in the early twenty-first century.”
“Louvre? Weird name. So is it the Enterprise or the Louvre?” Pepper leaned forward to study their prize. Their big, hulking ticket to freedom. She did a tiny jig behind Kade’s chair. While historical dating could place the ship and give them clues as to what types of saleable items it might contain, they could explore for themselves. It would just take longer, and longer meant more time for pirates to find them. A pulsing light caught her eye on Kade’s console. “What’s the energy readout blinking for?”
Kade’s extensions were busy and his voice absent. “Weak energy pulse. I haven’t identified the source yet. One question at a time, Captain Greedy.” Images flipped at rapid speed on his screen, slowed and stopped. An image of a ship identical to their prize stood against a pale blue sky. “That thing was never meant to be here in deep space, Pepper. It was called a shuttle, meant only for flights of short duration between nearby objects of a planet, like to orbiting space stations and back to the ground. Our prize was one of only twenty shuttles ever created, and all were presumed destroyed.” Kade gestured out the window. “What we have there isn’t supposed to exist.”
“So, no chance of knowing what’s on board. Delia’s tits. Okay, so we suit up and go look.” Pepper sighed. “Does the pulse come from the nuclear power? I don’t want a radiation leak contaminating my best power suit.”
“No leaks that I can find.” Kade clamped down his helmet, sealing his vulnerable face behind a smoky mask. His voice issued from the radio speaker on the console, and would until Pepper tuned in to his channel from her own suit. “I’ll go see to the jet packs while you primp.”
Pepper laughed and jumped into the bottom half of her suit. Since she wore a singlesuit coverall unless she was sucking up to some officious government type, primping like a sex slave was out of the question. Not that such action did her much good. Pepper fingered the scar that ran from her hairline over her eye to her jaw. No male would look at her without wincing, and that was the way she wanted it. She hit the button that lowered the top half of her suit and fitted herself inside.
By the time they jetted over to the ship, Kade had already located a hole in the hull large enough to let them enter, just behind the command module. He dove right in, and Pepper was seconds behind. They both fought with the odd wheel that opened the door to the next portion, labeled crudely “Cargo Bay.”
There was no sound in space, but Pepper could imagine the creaks and groans emitted by the old mechanism when it finally gave way and spun freely. The door opened into a darkened area where strange shapes floated in the zero gravity. All were packaged, some crudely, to protect them, and many showed signs of collision with other objects.
“I’m going to cut this one open.” Kade changed his left appendage from scanner to knife, and scored along the textile covering a very tall and long object. After several attempts, the wrapping fell away revealing a human female figure made of stone, starkly white in the darkness. “This looks familiar. Let me access the ship’s database.”
Pepper waited, pushing away the occasional object floating too near for her comfort. She’d seen statues before in pictures, mostly in newsvids of the richest homes. This statue was beautiful in a way Pepper could not describe. Pity its arms had been broken off, though they weren’t in evidence nearby.
“Holy Lextu! Pepper! Turn on your link. Take a look at this.” She’d never heard Kade’s voice have that tone of awe and excitement before.
Pepper tongue-switched on her access to the ship, and an exact picture of the statue appeared on the tiny screen in her hood. She listened carefully to the accompanying recording.
Last known picture of Venus de Milo statue, lost in 2015 during reign of dictator Amin. Presumed destroyed in his cultural purge, along with all contents of museums in major metropolitan areas of Europe, Asia, and parts of North America. Estimated value at time of destruction was incalculable…
Kade ended the transmission. “If this is the real thing…”

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Excerpt from Firestorm Collection -- For Charity

Firestorm
by Kate Hill and Isabella Jordan and Alice Gaines and B.J. McCall and Jade Buchanan and Mary Winter and Cameo Brown and Changelings and Selena Illyria and Jordan Castillo Price and Belinda McBride and Anne Kane

Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-093-3
Genre(s): Paranormal
Length: Collection

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A collection of short Paranormal Erotic Adventures from the Changeling Press family of authors. Royalties to be donated to National Disaster Relief efforts.

Catan’s Fire -- Jade Buchanan Asad needs to teach his mate what happens to submissive Felidae who disobey orders. This is one lesson Catan will never forget!

Brimstone by Mistake -- Alice Gaines Lucifer has grown tired of processing soul after soul through hell -- until Sally Upshaw appears unannounced. The little temptress turns him on as no other woman ever has. The problem… Heaven's made a mistake. What will Lucifer do when the Man Upstairs wants Sally back?

Shifting Priorities -- Anne Kane Solar flares have sparked random firestorms amongst the out-ports, and stationmaster Tome Rimmer forbids females to travel alone -- a decision that doesn’t sit well with Jexx. Her battle implants should be adequate compensation for her gender. But when the sexy hunk she picks up in the station bar turns out to be more than human, she has bigger things to worry about than her profit margin.

Wolf Style -- B.J. McCall When a wolf races out of the flames and straight into volunteer firefighter Matt Reynolds’ arms, he has no idea how his life is about to change.

Cougar Meadow -- Belinda McBride When firefighter Ellie Cameron is separated from her crew and trapped in a firestorm, the last thing she expects is to be rescued -- by a shapeshifting mountain lion who awakens the heat buried within her -- and the need to mate.

Going Somewhere -- Cameo Brown Leonora Palmer, an undercover arson investigator, gets an unexpected lesson in desire when the mysterious owner of a wild animal sanctuary catches her snooping in his garden and gives her no choice but to surrender to his primal needs.

Burning Down the House -- Isabella Jordan Katurah has always had the ability to start fires with her mind. Will she use her powers now to end it all -- or will she give in to a fiery lover?

Stockings -- Jade Buchanan What do you get when you throw a gorgeous female cat shifter, an enticing pair of stockings, and a very interested lady wolf into the mix? Enough heat to burn down the house...

Fire Thief -- Jordan Castillo Price A glittery glam rock waif and a tattooed existentialist duck into a closet behind the bar. It’s just another gritty, anonymous, gay encounter in the dark…Isn’t it?

Britta's Beast -- Kate Hill When Max and Britta met at a convention for members of magical law enforcement, they seemed like a perfect fit. But Max believes women should raise the family while men do the protecting. Problem. Britta’s a Valkyrie, and that’s just not her style. Time for the centuries-old cat to learn a few new tricks -- before his lover takes wing.

Firehorse -- Mary Winter When wildfires threaten a Nevada wild horse sanctuary, photographer Billie Mote takes one chance too many and finds herself needing rescue -- from a man who teaches her that there’s only one thing that burns hotter than the wildfire outside, and that’s the passion between them.

Mating Fever -- Selena Illyria The moons are full, and Courtney's trapped with Devin Langley -- the man of her dreams. It's mating season for cat shifters, and she’s in heat. Perfect opportunity. The only problem -- she's been promised to another man.

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Matt Reynolds pulled off his helmet and mopped the soot and grime off his face. The fire was finally out, but not before acres of forest were lost. He and his fellow volunteer firefighters had spent endless hours putting out hot spots. The fulltime firefighters had moved on to another fire.
“Ride’s coming.”
Picking up his shovel, Matt joined the line of men waiting for the truck to take them back to town. Out of the corner of his eye, Matt saw a furry animal jump out of the brush. He turned to see a wolf racing straight at him.
“Look out, Reynolds,” someone yelled.
The wolf stopped in front of him, tawny eyes wild with terror. Fires were brutal on wildlife and the poor wolf looked dirty and ragged. Tongue hanging out, she lay down at Matt’s feet.
Although wolves were protected in this area, he’d rarely seen one. He hunkered down and petted the wolf on the head. Her thick brown fur was sticky with soot and Matt felt an instance kinship with the animal. “Looks like both of us are worn out.” The wolf closed her eyes and rubbed her head against his hand.
Gears grinding, the National Guard truck arrived.
“Get away from that wolf, Reynolds,” Captain Hillard called out. “That thing might be rabid.”
Matt rose and walked to the truck. The wolf followed, whining when he climbed in and joined the exhausted crew. When the truck pulled away, the wolf ran after it until she couldn’t keep up.
“Sorry, girl,” Matt whispered as the wolf disappeared from view.
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Excerpt: Spaceport: Marked by Jade Buchanan

Spaceport: Marked
by Jade Buchanan

cover art by Karen Fox
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-938-5
Genre(s): Futuristic, Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Ménage, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Spaceport Multi-Author
Length: Novella

Blurb:

Chet will do anything and everything for a good time and some hard earned coins -- men or women, two arms or four, yellow, blue or smoky hazel skin. Unfortunately, the Nil Raja prostitute has run across a few bad men... and not the good kind of bad, either. Trying to change his stripes to fool them seemed like a good idea at the time but now he’s in front of the authorities being told he has to atone for some crime. Bah!
Councilor Ainsley Porter never thought he'd be put in this position. Not only does he have to deal with a big intimidating warrior in his office, now he has to figure out what to do with the sultry, intriguing whore who's been causing trouble in his sector. To make things even more complicated, he’s now receiving death threats for interfering in something bigger than himself.
Dinesh D'Ahnanjay Girisha is not a happy Nil Raja. He’s been forced off planet to a backwater spaceport full of undesirables, lifesworn to protect a gorgeous uptight councilor, and drawn to a Nil Raja Otha who falls into his lap. Men may be after both Chet and Ainsley, but no one touches what belongs to Dinesh.

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“Yeah, you like that big cock in your mouth, boy?”
Chet paused at the words, turning and spying the hard miner currently backing a slim figure against the wall. He recognized the young man as one of the corridor kids, and it didn’t look like he was enjoying himself. The corridor kid choked, his movements jerky. His hands were held flat to the wall behind him, his face turning blue.
“Yeah, you like that big hui? You like that? Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”
Three men stood around the two figures, big men. They wore fierce smirks the way Chet wore his silk robes, as if they were born with them. Two were palming their own cocks through their coarse trousers, as if waiting for their leader to finish before having their turn.
“Yeah, you want my come, don’t you? Little whores like you like to drink from the big fountain of man cream, don’t you? All over your face, blyat, come all over your pretty face.”
Biting his lip, Chet considered his next move. He wouldn’t be able to take the four men, but there was no way he was going to sit back here and let one of the kids be treated roughly. The corridor kid was old enough to take care of himself and he was past the age of consent, but that didn’t really matter right now. Whether this transaction had started out willingly or not, he definitely didn’t appear to be willing now.
Chet had heard of the man who had the kid backed into the wall. His name was Chopar, and he had a reputation. Most of the Nil Raja stayed away from him and his ilk because they were known to be rough. They didn’t much care if they accidentally choked you to death as long as they got their rocks off in the end. There were rumors they were the ones responsible for the state of the new prosti who’d been beaten badly. She hadn’t wanted to take them all on so they apparently thought to teach her a lesson.
“Behen chod, you bit me, you little suka!”
The man pulled his dick back, checking it for blood. The corridor kid tried to skitter away, but he was quickly held in place by one of the goons. Chopar smacked the kid on the side of the face, sending him flying to the ground. The goon knelt on the ground beside the kid, grabbing his arm.
“Gentlemen, you don’t want an inexperienced boy like this. Would you not prefer to have something beyond your… wildest dreams?” Chet strolled forward, his movement intent, slinky. Seductive.
Chopar backed away from the kid at his feet, his eyes wide. “Nil Raja!”
Chet would bet his life savings this man had never been with a genuine Nil Raja. None of his Otha brethren would touch this dirty, slimy cesspool. With a flick of his lashes, he peered up at the three other goons, paying special attention to the one who was still holding the corridor kid. He wished he knew the kid’s name, but it wouldn’t matter. He needed to get him out of here.
Sliding one hand down his slim chest, Chet touched the very edge of his chest markings, the intricate blue swirls that danced around his nipples. He tossed his head back, knowing how attractive the long fall of indigo strands was to someone not used to seeing it. Everything about him was soft, pampered. Special. And here he was pandering to these lowlifes. It was worth it, though, if he could prevent one of the kids from being hurt.
He tangled his fingers in the jeweled necklace he wore, licking his lips to make them glisten. One of the men groaned. Encouraged, Chet flipped open his silk robes, displaying the cerulean loincloth wrapped low around his hips. It wasn’t the loincloth he was trying to show off, though. No, he wanted them to look at the glistening blue jewel imbedded in his navel, and the top of the patterned markings above his cock, the blue swirls that wrapped around his waist, above his groin, dipping and swaying over his body. He touched one, moaning in heat, tossing his head again.
“Chiu!” The man holding the corridor kid gasped, reaching his climax and letting go of his bounty. Well, that was easy. You’d think he’d never seen an Otha Nil Raja before. While the others were distracted by his beauty, Chet looked down at the kid, blinking slowly. The corridor kid nodded, running away quickly, unnoticed by the miners.
Left alone with three panting men -- and their almost comatose friend -- Chet cursed himself silently. This wasn’t going to be fun, but he didn’t have much of a choice now. The kid was safe and that was all that mattered.
Chopar reached him first, grasping his hair in a hard hold. Chet held in his gasp of dismay, gritting his teeth. He coyly glanced up at Chopar beneath lowered lids, hiding his disdain. The other two men surrounded them, quickly jerking their own cocks in frenzied motions, as if the sight of him was too overwhelming for them to wait their turn.
“I want your mouth, suka.”
Chet was not this man’s bitch, and he never would be. Nevertheless, he slid gracefully to his knees, reaching for Chopar’s cock. Did this man not know how to wash himself? He stank of piss and unwashed body. Wrinkling his nose delicately, Chet opened his mouth, sucking the head of Chopar’s dick. He closed his eyes, swirling his tongue, determined to get him off as fast as possible. Moaning in a poor parody of his normal heated voice, Chet tried to fool them into thinking he was as hot for this as they were.
Nil Raja were notorious for loving sex, at least the Nil Raja that these men were familiar with. It was extremely rare for any of the other castes to visit the spaceport, so most of Adana’s inhabitants only knew of the Otha caste. The prostitutes, the beloved whores. They were able to choose their own partners because they were worth every credit they cost. Men like Chopar were normally forced to visit the Nil Raja fakes, men and women who copied Nil Raja markings, trying to pass themselves off as the real thing.
One of the goons gasped, finding his release. Chet grinned. Two down, two to go. He swirled his tongue again, moaning around the cock in his mouth.
Chet had seen more than one prosti down here with poor imitations of his own markings. It had given him a bit of a thrill, pleased that they appreciated the way he looked. He knew that the only people they were truly fooling were themselves. Or perhaps some tourist unfamiliar with the Nil Raja species. The fakes always looked like fakes. Maybe it was just him, though. He could spot a real Nil Raja a mile away because he was one.
Chopar grunted, his voice pained. Moving quickly, Chet twirled in place, getting out of the way just as Chopar came, his thick white seed falling harmlessly to the ground and not on Chet’s precious silks.
The remaining man panted harshly, following Chopar into orgasm.
Chet stood, intending to escape while they were all relaxed from their releases.
“Where do you think you’re going, suka? Get back here. I’ve decided I’m going to keep you and your very talented mouth.”
Confused, Chet glanced back at Chopar. The man held a weapon in his hand, a nasty little thing Chet wasn’t familiar with.
Well, chiu, how was he going to get out of this?

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Excerpt: The Teddie by Kate Hill

Blurb:

Erica, a maid in the house of a wealthy politician, is shocked when Javier, the Aspectian Ambassador to Earth, invites her to enter a courtship with him. The scarred yet sexy alien ambassador arouses her like no one ever has before. Of all the alien cultures Earth mingles with, Aspectians fascinated her the most.

To initiate Erica into the ways of Aspectian lovemaking, Javier sends her a gift to wear when he’s not around -- a teddie made of strange material that hugs her curves and stirs her sexual desire.

Javier has been looking for the perfect Earth woman to marry. In spite of offers from humans of status, it’s love at first sight when he meets Erica. He knows she’s meant to be his mate for life, but their courtship might be destroyed by Erica’s jealous and spiteful former employer.

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Once again alone, Erica sat on the bed, the gift bag beside her. She reached in and removed a beautiful teddie of the most unusual material she’d ever seen. It had a soft but uneven texture and felt warm, almost pulsing in her hands. Sexual desire shot through her, making her nipples stiffen and her clit tingle. This was crazy, getting turned-on just from holding an article of clothes. The sensations unsettled her so much that she flung the teddie back into the bag and walked to the table.

As she ate, her gaze kept returning to the bag until the desire to touch the teddie again almost overcame her. Javier had warned it was a sexual gift and a little kinky. She’d promised to give it a try. That in itself seemed enough of a reason to indulge her desire to put it on.

She decided to make herself wait, to extend the anticipation. In the bathroom, she showered and brushed her teeth, then walked, naked, to the bed. She removed the teddie and held it up to the light, watching it shimmer and ripple in the slight breeze blowing through the open window. It was still warm and seemed to have a pulse of its own.
Drawing a deep breath, she held it over her breasts. Her nipples spiked against the soft fabric and it seemed to mold to her body. She gasped, lust and a hint of fear darting through her. Again she held the teddie away, but it seemed to beckon her. She slipped it on and it immediately fit itself around her like second skin, dipped between her legs to form transparent panties and fitted around her torso. Strangely, it felt like hands cupping her breasts. Strong, warm male hands that knew exactly how to hold her. The material tightened around her nipples, squeezing them gently. It felt like tiny tongues were built into that uneven material, thrusting against her nipples and roaming over her breasts and belly.

“Oh damn,” she panted and moaned softly. This was unbelievable. Kinky and incredibly erotic.

Then it struck her that she was getting a sexual buzz from a teddie.

“This is too weird,” she said, jerking at the material and pulling it off her. She tossed it across the room and it landed on the floor. The wind blew it and the fabric shimmered.
“No way,” she whispered. “I’m sorry, Javier, but I don’t know if I can handle this.”
She pulled down the coverlet and lay on the sheets, letting the breeze fan her as it fanned the teddie. Staring at the ceiling, she tried to forget about the stupid garment, but couldn’t. Frustrated and filled with desire, she rolled onto her side and stared at the discarded teddie.

Javier’s words echoed in her mind.

Appreciate the garment and you will understand Aspectian sexuality.

She hadn’t come here simply because she had nowhere else to go. She wouldn’t toy with emotions like that, hers or Javier’s. The truth was she liked him. A lot. She wanted to get to know him and she hoped they would turn out to be right for each other. When they made love, he had stirred feelings in her that weren’t just sexual.

“All right, Javier. I’ll try it again.”

Still tingling from head to toe, she rose from the bed, walked toward the teddie and nudged it with her toe. To her surprise it molded to her foot, just as it had done to her torso. Those dozens of little tongues lapped her and the soft material warmed and caressed her toes.

She reached down with a trembling hand, picked it up and put it on.

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