Protect and Serve: Fox and Feral by Angela Knight

Protect and Serve: Fox and Feral

by Angela Knight

Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-6052-609-6

Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Action/Adventure

Theme(s): Men and Women in Uniform

Series: Protect and Serve

Length: Novella

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Blurb:
FBI agents Candice Fox and James Feral have served together for five years, using their genetically enhanced abilities to save hostages and fight a war. But as they've tempted death, an intense desire has grown between them -- which they've carefully ignored. They've had to. She's his superior officer, and love between them is strictly against regulation. But when a brush with death triggers a frenzied hour of passion, will their surrender to need destroy their lives?


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Protect and Serve: Fox and Feral
Angela Knight
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All hell was breaking loose down in the New York street ten stories below. Gunfire sounded in a continuous pop pop pop, sounding thin and harmless at this distance. The way the NYPD cops huddled behind their cars revealed just how far from harmless it really was. They were outgunned all to hell by eight men with M-30s who strolled up and down the sidewalk in front of the bank, firing as if they were at a shooting range, not bothering to take cover at all. Didn't need to. The robbers were wearing military grade body armor, designed as protection against weapons a hell of a lot more powerful then the cops' handguns.

Luckily, our armor was better. And we hit harder.

Thing was, they had a hostage. Bank teller, or maybe a customer. The leader held her with an arm around her neck while he shot around her one handed. The woman screamed once, thin and high, like a rabbit being killed.

I could almost taste her terror. We had to get her out before they blew her brains all over the street.

Saving people is the whole point of the FBI Special Services unit. We get called in when hostages are in imminent danger and the cops are afraid rescue is impossible.

"Well, this is a Charlie Foxtrot," Feral drawled, using the Marine expression for another Marine expression: cluster fuck. "Saving that hostage is going to be a bitch, Cap."

"I'll get her," I told him. "You distract the asshole brigade." And try not to lose your frickin' mind. I didn't say that, though. Thanks to the Desert Warrior program, it wasn't something he could really control. Besides, three tours of duty in the 'Stans, two as Black Ops, had left Feral with some serious issues.

I keyed my throat mic to broadcast on the cops' frequency. "Fox and Feral, coming in. Hold your fire."

Feral leaped, a perfect, flat dive out into space. I tried not to watch the flex of his ass under the dragon scales, but it's one hell of a view, and I'm a girl who loves a fine male behind. But then, everything Feral's got is fine.

As he shot his line at one streetlamp, I aimed my fist at another and sent a mental message through my armor. The thin, high tensile line shot out of my wrist unit, and its weighted end swung around the light support. I gave it a tug. It held, so I ordered the line to retract and leaped off the roof of the ten-story building. Any normal human would have been street pizza, but neither of us had been completely human in years.

The top secret military program we'd volunteered for in 2032 had altered our DNA, increasing our endurance as well as the strength of our muscles and the density of our bones. We were now six times as strong as a human the same size and gender. And considering how damned big Feral was, that's saying something.

Being a hell of a lot smaller, I'm nowhere near as strong as he is. But I'm fast, and agile, and I know how to use what I've got.

The line jerked me down toward the streetlamp. For a moment, it was like flying -- a breathtaking swoop through empty air, the ground careening toward my face. If I mistimed the release, they'd have to hose me off the side of the bank.

Christ, I loved this.

My timing was dead on. The line stopped retracting at my command, and I swung upward, slowing my plunge just enough. I released the line at the top of the arc and went free fall, tucking into a ball to hit the ground rolling. The impact jarred my teeth even through ten layers of Titan Laminate helmet and an inch of anti-concussive gel.

I bounced to my feet. There were two thugs between me and the guy with the hostage, so I threw myself into a roundhouse and kicked one robber right behind the ear. His helmet cracked under my Titan-cored boot, and he fell like a bag of wet cement. I glimpsed a figure whirling toward me and drove my elbow into his throat, not quite hard enough to crush his larynx. He choked and collapsed, more interested in breathing than giving me shit.

I raced to the hostage's captor, snapped one booted foot up and kicked the bastard right in the back of his thigh. Crack! He went down with a howl, dropping his gun to grab for his broken leg. Greenstick fracture, given the way I'd hit him. Served the fucker right.

I hauled the hostage up from where she'd fallen in a heap with her captor, pushed her ahead of me, then bent to scoop up the jackass's gun. "Go, go, go!"

She looked back, saw my facemask, and screamed like a horror trid blonde.

"I'm a federal agent!" I yelled at her. "Get your ass moving!"

She ran, skittering on her high heels as best she could. I galloped behind her, one hand on her shoulder as I sought to both steady her and shield her with my body.

Hey, I was wearing full body armor. She was wearing JC Penney.

BlamBlamBlam!

Something that felt like a Volvo rammed me in the ribs. The impact spun me around and dropped me. My head hit the pavement with a meaty melon thunk, and stars exploded behind my eyes. When the pretty lights faded, I saw the girl get snatched behind a patrol car by a long, blue-clad arm.

I couldn't breathe. My chest felt paralyzed.

"Fox!" Feral shouted in my ear on our com frequency, but when I tried to answer, my frozen diaphragm still refused to budge.

He made a weird growling sound, building to a howl that might have been my name. Oh fuck, he's gone berserker.
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Marteeka Karland and Amanda Steiger!

AFFAIRS OF DRAGONS by Lena Austin
Four Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

There is a sweet romance threaded through this, but it is told with Ms Austin's
trademark touch of sizzle and spark.


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LAST CALL EUROPE: DOG SLED by Selena Illyria
Rated "You Want to Read" by You Gotta Read Reviews

Keeping the reader entertained from start to finish, Dog Sled is a great
installment to the Last Call Europe series

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PROTECT AND SERVE: KITTY KAT by Anne Kane
Four Hearts from The Romance Studio

Sizzling hot. I loved Kat's thoughts when she was in her cat form--she was so
cute and funny.
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VIKING SEDUCTION: BLOOD HUNTER by Brannan Black
Five Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews
Excitement and surprises abound within the well written pages. hot and literally
furious love scenes between the hero and heroine. Talk about wild and no holds
barred.

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WANTED: WHITE RUSSIAN by Marteeka Karland
Four Hearts from The Romance Studio

This series is off to a good start. Tiressa and Yuri's love scenes are sensual
and smoothly done, giving just enough to make you feel you are there.

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WOLF'S PROMISE by Amanda Steiger
Four Hearts from The Romance Studio

I would definitely recommend this book to anyone who likes shifter stories
and/or historical romance. Parts of it were sweet and sensual while others were
downright steamy!

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Agency of Extraordinary Mates 3 by Camille Anthony, Aubrey Ross and Eve Vaughn

Agency of Extraordinary Mates Vol. 3 (Collection)
by Camille Anthony and Aubrey Ross and Eve Vaughn
Cover art: Angela Knight
ISBN: 978-1-60521-559-4
Genre(s): Paranormal, Collections
Theme(s): Ménage
Series: Agency of Extraordinary Mates Multi-Author (Collections)
Length: Collection
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Blurb:
Not your average dating service. This one caters to creatures of the ether... Weres, Vampires, Elves, Faeries, Satyrs, Incubi... and much more.

It's a world of fantasy, of lust and love, but most of all, it's a world of dreams-come-true for the lucky few who arrive on the pristine shores of Chimera Island...

Twin chefs, a Vampire and a Werewolf, tempt Michelle Rios with delights both culinary and sensual in Camille Anthony's Dinner for Three.

Marissa's never failed in her matchmaking until she meets Sam/Thane -- the Dichotomy who sets her heart ablaze in Aubrey Ross's Matchmaker.

The three men who captured Trina's heart now expect her to help rule their tribe. Eve Vaughn weaves another tale of temptation in 4's Company.

This title is also available in print.

Excerpt:
Agency of Extraordinary Mates Vol. 3 (Collection)


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Excerpt from 4's Company

Copyright ©2011 Eve Vaughn



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"It's a shame we have to leave this gorgeous island." Trina sighed, stretching out on the beach, letting the sun's rays tickle her body with their warmth.



Bayoh dropped a light kiss on her stomach. "I'll miss Chimera as well, but we've been absent from Laiocean for two weeks now. Our people are probably wondering when we're coming back." He chuckled.



"Of course they know we'll be back. Word was sent last week, but you so convincingly persuaded us to stay another week," Roar added.



"As if you're complaining. Besides, the first week didn't count." Trina pouted.



Roar lifted his blond head, his aquamarine eyes staring at her with confusion. "How do you mean?"



"Well, I spent most of the week fighting what I felt for the three of you so I didn't completely enjoy the full experience of the island," she reasoned.



Roar ran his hand along the expanse of her stomach. "You're gorgeous," he murmured. "Hmm, perhaps you didn't enjoy the first half of the vacation, but there were no complaints at night."



Trina giggled. "Yes, I suppose you're right. You guys gave me nothing to complain about at night. Speaking of which, shouldn't we go back to our bungalow if we're going to take this any further?"



Bayoh nuzzled her neck. "You're ready to fuck again?"



She shivered. Talh moved to her feet and began to kiss her ankles. Roar moved closer and fondled her breasts with large skilled hands. "We can't do this right here in the middle of the beach. Anyone could just walk up on us," she moaned, despite the delicious sensations coursing through her body.



"This is our private stretch of beach, remember?" Roar grinned, trailing his fingers along her stomach again.



Trina sighed, arching her back against their touches. She couldn't remember a time when she'd been this content. Her heart swelled with love for these three gorgeous hunks. Each had his own distinct personality. Roar was the lighthearted one and often the spokesperson for the group. He made her laugh and realize that life didn't always have to be so serious.



Bayoh was fiery. He shot straight from the hip and his directness sometimes took her breath away. He was a man's man. He had a way of making her feel like a woman. Then there was Talh. Though quiet and often serious, he was the most sensitive of the three. The intensity of his aqua gaze left her panting. He was always tender and gentle with her.



If someone had told her a few weeks ago that she'd fall in love with three men, she'd have laughed, especially since Trina had sworn off men after finding her live-in boyfriend in bed with her best friend. Her best male friend.



Her mind briefly drifted to Tim of the golden skin and long dreadlocks. He was handsome, and a good lay, but a good-for-nothing bum who apparently was also bi-sexual. She'd threatened to cut off his penis after catching him in bed with Twan. The last time she'd seen him, he was running buck naked out of her house. He was probably doing okay now. His kind always managed to land on their feet.



That didn't matter anymore. She'd be starting a new life with three men she was madly in love with. At times it was scary to think about how she'd fallen so hard and fast for them. She was still trying to reconcile the fact that they weren't human and actually beings called Manani, a people whose natural form was leonine.



It frightened her when they'd shifted in front of her for the first time, so after that one night they'd stayed in their humanoid form. It was something she'd grow used to in time, but for now she was happy to see them as two-legged men rather than four-legged cats.



Chimera.



Trina would miss this magical island that had brought them together. Who would have thought the free vacation would actually turn out so wonderfully? When she'd received a letter in the mail stating that she won a free vacation, Trina smelled a rat. People like her didn't win free vacations, not without a catch. Normally she would have thrown the letter away and not given it another thought, but because her life had been in disarray at the time of its arrival, she'd called the number in a weak moment.



She'd booked the vacation and was told she'd only have to take a survey at the end to tell the people in charge what she thought of the island. Things had been great in the beginning and she actually began to take the place at face value. The island was gorgeous, the staff courteous, and her accommodations were something right out of Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous.



Then she began seeing things that just weren't supposed to be, like winged people, talking animals, men who looked like elves. That's when she knew Chimera was no ordinary island. Around the time of this discovery was when she met Roar, Bayoh, and Talh. They'd pursued her relentlessly until she lost the will to run.



The fact that they had tails didn't register until she'd already fallen under their spell. She smiled as she remembered that first night with them. It had certainly been something to remember.



Bayoh lifted one dark brow, his lips twisted in amusement. "What do you find so funny?"



Trina's smile widened, her eyes locking with his. "I'm just thinking of our first night together. You three probably thought I was a little bit crazy."



"Not crazy, just confused. We could hardly expect you not to be apprehensive as you've never known one of our kind before." Roar trailed his hand over her hot skin, his fingertips resting just above the top of her bikini bottom. Trina sucked in her breath in anticipation. She wanted to feel his fingers on and inside her pussy.



Obviously reading her actions correctly, Roar cocked his blond head to the side, a grin splitting his face when he undid the ties on her bikini bottom. Talh kissed and massaged her feet and ankles while Bayoh bent his dark head to nuzzle one throbbing breast with the side of his face.



"Oh, my goodness," she moaned, wanting more.



Roar pulled her bikini bottom away, leaving Trina naked from the waist down. Her body shook with desire. She had to bite her lower lip to stop herself from screaming, not wanting someone to hear them.



"Don't hold anything back, Trina. Scream for us if you want," Talh whispered. A lock of dark red hair fell over his forehead as he ran his lips along the side of her calves.



"This may be a private beach, but what if someone heard us?" She groaned, finding it hard to concentrate when Roar's hand was steadily inching toward her damp slit.



"So what? Let them. They'll know without a doubt that you belong to us."


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Wild Woods by Kate Hill

Wild Woods

by Kate Hill Cover art: Marteeka Karland

ISBN: 978-1-60521-487-0

Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure

Theme(s): Shapeshifters

Series: Mate Marks Cursed

Length: Novella

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Blurb:
The pain will come later.

After a magical artist tattoos an intriguing demon on her skin, Madison meets a gorgeous stranger with an alarming reputation and a fiercely sexy winged creature with an attitude. She senses they are one and the same. Despite the danger surrounding them, she's drawn to them by an inexplicable force.

Half-human and half-demon, Brody has spent his life fighting against his evil birthright. Despite the hatred of the townsfolk, he uses his supernatural powers to defend them from his foul bloodline.

Neither Madison nor Brody can fight their lust or deny their love, but hell is out to get him. When everyone close to him, especially his destined mate, is targeted by eight generations of Blazewood demons, the only way to fight evil is with evil.


Excerpt:
Wild Woods


Kate Hill

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Copyright (c)2011 Kate Hill

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Madison stared at the tattoo inked on her skin from mid-thigh to just above her hip. She'd wanted something for herself that she could enjoy in private but conceal at work. Actually, one of her coworkers had recommended this particular tattoo artist. Rumor had it that the woman possessed magical powers, and her tattoos reflected the image of the wearer's destined mate. That story, which had at first intrigued Madison, now frightened her. If the rumor held true, then her destined mate was... not quite human.



Though handsome, with a strong jaw and a well-defined nose, his wide-set eyes had an almost supernatural glow. The faint smile on his finely shaped lips revealed his needle-sharp teeth. His buzzed haircut exposed the pointed tips of his ears.



If this man -- or monster -- were real, she wondered what other bestial characteristics he possessed, for the tattoo only showed his face.



"You like it?" asked the tattoo artist.



Madison glanced at the dark-skinned woman with wild black hair and eyes so intense they looked almost inhuman as well.



"He's... beautiful. In a weird way, that is," Madison replied. "You know what's weirdest of all? It didn't really hurt. With my other tattoos I always felt something, but this --"



"It's my technique," the artist replied and turned away. Madison thought she heard the woman whisper, "The pain will come later."



Once again Madison stared at her tattoo. This was certainly an interesting start to her vacation.



First stop, the crazy tattoo artist. Next stop, a peaceful town in the mountains of New England. Hiking. Shopping in quaint little stores. Lounging among the smooth rocks in a cool stream on a hot summer day.



Madison could hardly wait.





* * *



"Here you are, hon," said the gray-haired lady clad in a salmon-colored jogging suit and sneakers. Though elderly, the owner of the bed-and-breakfast where Madison had decided to stay had a lot of spunk. She continued, "This room is one of my best. You have your own private bath and a nice view of town."

Madison walked to the window framed by cream-colored lace curtains and gazed out. From here she could see the old-fashioned post office and the steeple of the little white church. In the gazebo that stood in the center of the park, a local country band played to a small crowd. Madison heard the twang of the guitar through the half open window. Though she wasn't a fan of country, the music enhanced the atmosphere of this New Hampshire town.



Beyond the town stood mountains covered in trees -- fantastic woods for hiking. Madison could scarcely wait to get out there.



Her gaze drifted toward a winding road that stretched out of town and disappeared into the forest. A few miles into the trees stood an enormous stone house seemingly dropped in a clearing. "Wow, look at that place," Madison said. "It's huge. How many wings does it have?"



The woman's easy smile faded. "I'm not sure. No one in town ever goes there. The owner is... well, take my advice, hon, and stay as far from that place as possible. There are no public hiking trails over there, anyway."



"I wouldn't trespass," Madison said. Not in a town like this. She pictured a roughneck wearing hunting camouflage and toting a shotgun running her off his property.



"Just keep to the trails on the east side, and you'll be fine. You're all alone?"



"Yes. I wanted some peace and quiet."



"Well, there's a young couple staying here, and they're into hiking and camping. It might be a good idea to get friendly with them. Walking through the woods alone isn't a smart idea."



"Thanks, Miss Jefferson, but I'm used to doing things on my own."



"Suit yourself, hon."



"Just out of curiosity, who owns that big house in the woods?"



A look of apprehension crossed her face before she replied softly, "His name is Brody Blazewood. His family founded this town in 1675. He's the last of his line."



Ah. A cranky old man, then. No wonder everyone avoided his house.



"Miss Jefferson, where do you recommend going for lunch around here?"



"Heidi's Diner. When you step out the front door, turn left and it's about a quarter of a mile down the road."





* * *



After unpacking, Madison freshened up in the bathroom, then left Miss Jefferson's large old Victorian and headed for the diner. On the way, she stopped at the drug store for chewing gum. Walking through the door, she glanced down at her handbag and accidentally bumped into the person stepping out of the store.

"Excuse me," she said, moving away from a broad chest covered by a tan T-shirt snug enough to show off the chiseled pecs beneath. Wow. This body sure caught her attention. She tilted her gaze up toward a handsome, angular face accented by dark gold five-o'clock shadow. Wide-set blue eyes stared back at her. A jolt darted through her when she realized this guy resembled her tattoo -- except he was obviously human. No glowing eyes, needle teeth or pointed ears. A dusting of sandy hair covered his scalp, and the urge to touch it to find out if it was soft or rough almost overcame her.



"Sorry," he said.



They moved simultaneously to the left, then to the right in a misguided attempt to step out of each other's way. A faint smile on his lips, he took a step back and extended his arm for her to pass.



"Thank you," she said.



He nodded. His eyes blinked slowly, and the tip of his tongue moistened his lips. A little thrill shot through her, and her gaze again dropped to his chest, then lower to his long, lean legs encased in faded denim. Damn, this guy was gorgeous. He even had an eye-catching bulge in the front of his jeans.



Once again, she met his gaze and, after a lingering moment, he left the store.



"Blazewood was in for his monthly visit," said a hushed female voice from behind the prescription pick-up counter.



Madison glanced toward the young, auburn-haired woman who stretched over the counter, staring after the hunk who'd just left. Blazewood? No way. That athletic stud was the cranky old man from the mountain mansion?


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Bad Medicine-- Covert Wishes by Anne Kane

Bad Medicine: Covert Wishes

by Anne Kane

Cover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-568-6
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal

Theme(s): Interracial, Magic and Mayhem

Series: Bad Medicine
Length: Novella

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Blurb:
Jenna has a secret -- her alien blood makes her completely lose control during sex. It takes a strong man to be able to stand up to her demands, and so far she hasn't found one strong enough to want to come back for more. On the eve of the biggest Sci-Fi convention in the known universe, she makes a wish. Now it's up to Doug, the sexy troubleshooter from the Wishes Gone Wrong department of Wishlabz Inc. to make sure it comes out right. Because a wish gone wrong can be a very dangerous thing...

Excerpt:
Bad Medicine: Covert Wishes


Anne Kane

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Copyright (c)2011 Anne Kane

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Doug locked the door to the Wishes Gone Wrong department behind him, sighing as he ducked his head to miss the bare light bulb hanging in the broom closet. Yesterday, that door had opened onto the rooftop garden. The building was forever morphing in an attempt to lock down the vagrant Wishes Gone Wrong department, but ever since that one bad wish had escaped years ago, the department just didn't seem to want to stay put.



Last Thursday, he'd entered his office through the fourth floor canteen, and when he'd clocked out that evening he'd found himself in the Ladies powder room five floors above. While he'd appreciated the rare insight into the feminine stronghold, the ladies had not been amused. If it weren't for his stellar security clearance, and his ability to hack into every known system on the planet, and a few farther out in the galaxy, he'd be out looking for a new job right now.



As it was, he was on his way to the biggest Sci-Fi convention in the known universes to rescue a luscious lady named Jenna from a wish gone very, very wrong. He felt a contented smile curve the corner of his mouth. Nothing like a good old-fashioned brawl to start the weekend off right





* * *



Jenna eyed up the green-skinned alien, making sure to keep a healthy distance between them. Maybe she should have been a little more specific when she'd wished for a lover with stamina. Like, maybe she should have specified that he be a nice male, a nice human male. She'd never met a demon, but this character seemed to fit the description. He had the horns, the fiery red eyes, and that total lack of consideration for anything anyone else said.

"Go away. I have no intention of going back to your place, wherever that might be." She had a sinking feeling his place might be in a whole other dimension. Taking another step backward, she felt the cold cement of the wall behind her. "This is one huge mistake."



The monster roared something unintelligible and stomped his big green foot. Glowering at her with those demonic eyes, he moved sideways, cutting off her escape route. If the drool dripping from the side of his mouth was any indication, he might be planning to make a snack out of her.



She snuck a look past him, hoping someone would notice the big green alien and come to her rescue. Unfortunately, at the biggest Sci-Fi convention on the known worlds an alien really didn't stick out the way he would on Saville Row or at the opening of a new play on Broadway. She sighed, flicking the safety on her tazer to the off position as she pulled it from the top of her knee-high boots. Sometimes a girl just had to get mean.



"What will it take to convince you that I'm not going anywhere with you?" She brandished the tazer in front of her, hoping it held a big enough charge. She didn't recall "oversized alien demon" being one of the settings. "Now run along and play nice with the Trekkies."



"Oh, I love a gal with her own tazer."



Jenna started at the sound of a deep voice to her left. Keeping a wary eye on her would-be suitor, she turned her head enough to see the owner of the voice. Nice!



She'd always had this fantasy about a high-tech cop, and the man grinning at her from beneath his vintage twentieth century helmet certainly looked like he could live up to it. The skintight blue uniform did nothing to hide his broad shoulders and a massive chest that narrowed to lean hips and a very nicely shaped butt. He took off the helmet and ran his fingers through his hair. The red streaks in his dark hair gave him that bad boy look that sent her pulse racing. She licked her lips in appreciation. Now why couldn't her wish have conjured up someone like him?



If he managed to keep up with her, she might just let him replace Green Fuzzy here as her evening entertainment. That touch of alien blood her mother had gifted her with meant most human males had a hard time walking away once she was satisfied -- not because they found her irresistible, but because they were just plumb worn-out.



Actually, she recalled a few of them running away screaming. Seems human men were really spooked by a girl who kept asking for more sex, especially after the first couple of hours. Still, this one looked like he might be fun while he lasted. She gave him her best come-hither grin and sidestepped as the monster made a grab for her arm.



He replaced his helmet. "I don't think that's a costume. Greenie here looks like one of the Tra'toni from the Jupiter colony."



Definitely a southern drawl. A trickle of heat warmed her belly. "I really don't care," Jenna snorted. "When I wished for a male to amuse me, I kind of had a human male in mind."



"Should be more careful what you wish for, then." The man slid out of the path of the monster, landing a nasty chop in the small of its furry back as it stumbled past him.



Jenna rolled her eyes. "Hindsight and platitudes. Just what I needed."

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Level Up by Lena Austin

Level Up


by Lena Austin

Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-605-8
Genre(s): Futuristic

Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More

Length: Novella

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Blurb:

Megan's late again, and David is getting tired of waiting on her. However, Megan and her roommates Jared and Michael are going to make it up to David in a big way. They're hoping he'll level up his domestic situation and join them in a never-ending foursome.

Excerpt:
When next he awakened, the clock on the bedside table read ten minutes before midnight. Frustration and anger rose in David, but he didn’t know what to do about it. For the moment, they were both stuck in dead-end, poverty-level jobs. He’d been offered a position in The Sphinx Hotel’s famous Amarna restaurant after graduation, but he’d still be the lowest chef on the roster for at least another couple of years. There was nothing to be done until they could afford the tax penalties of pairing off. He might as well go home and beat off in the shower.


The vid screen blared a little loudly, playing some Jazz Era hits from the cable company’s selection of music channels. Dave wondered if Jared and Michael had come back early. They often curled up on the couch together to read while listening to music and then fell asleep there. No matter what, they’d get a notice from the property manager’s office for noise violation if they left the music up that high. Dave tiptoed toward the screen’s control panel. He’d just turn down the sound a notch or two on his way out, and then leave. Quietly, so as not to disturb them if they were asleep, Dave crept softly over the carpeted dining area, then froze in his tracks.

On the floor, Michael and Jared were busily pleasuring one another in a mutual sixty-nine. Naked, with the lights of the fractals on the screen reflecting off their bodies, both men were even more beautiful than he’d thought possible.

At first, Dave didn’t know what to do. The front door was across the living room, and he’d have to step over them to make it to the door. He could of course return to Megan’s room and simply wait there, but he didn’t do that, either. His boots seemed rooted to the floor, his eyes glued to the tableau in front of him.

Dave stood fighting his morals and the wish to give the men he’d begun to call friends the privacy they deserved. Instead, he wanted to watch. He licked his lips. Maybe more. He mentally slapped himself.

Sure, they should have been doing the nasty back in their own bedroom instead of out on the floor of the living room, but Dave understood how sometimes location didn’t matter when things got hot. Really, how easy was it to forget Megan could be home at any moment and that Dave had been asleep on Megan’s bed? Well, okay, maybe they’d never checked the back bedrooms. They were going to have to bolt like a pair of rabbits for the room just as soon as they heard Megan keying in her entrance code.

However, Dave continued to stand right in the entrance to the hall, blocking their way to the bedrooms of the apartment. His gaze remained riveted on the two of them, and his feet refused to listen to the fading voice of his morals demanding weakly for him to go back down the hall. The sight of Jared and Michael giving each other the slow suck, tenderly teasing each other, gave Dave one hell of a woody.

Jared was on top, as usual. He was the more aggressive and outgoing of the pair, cocksure of what he wanted in life and how to get it. His short brown curls winked in the lights of the fractals on the screen, and in time to the slow, moody beat of the jazz. Why hadn’t Dave ever noticed how the dude was in shape, with not one ounce of spare fat on him? Even his ass was smooth and firm. Jared lifted his head to suck slowly upward until his lover moaned beneath him.

Michael was almost sleekly feminine, especially when his longer blond hair was spread out on the carpet like a sacrificial maiden or something. Dave felt a kinship with Michael, who was a professional baker. While Michael mainly made the breads for the bakery, at home he often indulged his artistic side with decorated cakes worthy of weddings and events. Even now, his long, delicate fingers kneaded Jared’s ass until Dave could see the pink-brown hole pucker before Michael’s hands manipulated the smooth globes closed over it again in an erotic game of peek-a-boo.

Hell, Dave wasn’t innocent of the games men played. He’d indulged once or twice during those adolescent explorations in school. Girls were more his thing, but Dave couldn’t deny that he’d enjoyed himself. Dave’s hand crept over to rub his hard-on through his jeans. Megan was good, but even without experiencing the blow job himself, Dave knew Jared was an expert. Michael was no slouch at the sword-swallow routine, either. Dave just forgot one thing. From where Dave stood, his reflection would show up on the glass of the screen, clear as day.

Jared lifted his head from Michael’s cock with a soft pop. His green eyes glittered in the reflected light of the fractals as they exploded and changed to the next song before they focused on Dave over his shoulder. “If you want to watch, then you might as well come in and make yourself comfortable.” There was no malice or hurt anger in his tone, just a mild amusement, like he’d just invited Dave to dinner instead of a peep show.

Dave’s face heated up, so he knew he blushed like a girl. This was worse than being caught by his mother looking at porn on the vid. Mom had laughed at him and cuffed him for not having the protections set higher, but Dave had still been caught literally with his pants down. This time wasn’t much better. “I’m ah… well, um… Sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude. I was waiting for Megan and um…”

Michael released Jared’s cock from his mouth and gave it a lick before rolling his head back until his chin rested between Jared’s balls.

Dave wondered what having a five o-clock shadow rubbing your sack felt like and got harder. Then Dave realized he’d started to rub himself again and snatched his hand away like his zipper was on fire.


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Badland Warriors: Spartans

Badland Warriors: Spartans

by Marteeka Karland

Lysander, Calix, and Thanos are warriors currently patrolling inside the Badlands. Unlike most Warriors, they are not podmates, at least, Thanos is not. He was taken by the two older men when his two podmates were killed. The bond among the three of them has grown steadily, but Thanos always holds himself back. He does not share his body freely with the other two men unless the need is so great he can't resist.

Artemis has been watching the trio for some time. She knows Thanos has a horrible secret about the death of his podmates, but knows he's a good man nonetheless. She's also intrigued that these men are truly Spartan warriors, unlike so many second generation Warriors created by the WCGA. That aside, she's drawn to them and knows they are her true mates.

She just hopes she can break through Thanos's grief and guilt before he does something stupid. Like letting himself get killed.

Mirror, Mirror: Scent of Love by J. Hali Steele

Mirror, Mirror: Scent of Love
by J. Hali Steele
Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-590-7
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Cougar
Series: Mirror, Mirror (Multi-Author)
Length: Hot Flash
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Blurb:
Sheila Jones is an average middle-aged woman who never dreamed of being a guest at an exclusive, private spa, or of having the ménage she always fantasized about. Nor did she expect to bump into the man of her dreams. But she does... and he's half her age.

Farrow Kincaid is rich, young and spoiled. Little did he know his arrogance would throw him into a realm of magic where the only woman who could save him had every reason not to.

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J. Hali Steele
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The distinguished looking gentleman held the thin card she'd spritzed with French perfume to his nose, and smiled with a glint in his mysterious eyes. "Perfect. I'll take it," he said. Sheila Jones loved his sexy, dark gray eyes, and she could have tumbled headlong into them.
Until she saw Farrow Kincaid. As usual, there was a beautiful, young girl on his arm. Miles' Department Store held an account in his wealthy family's name, and Farrow had taken to coming in every week with his newest conquest. He'd barely noticed Sheila each time he'd waltzed up to the counter and bought his escort a bottle of expensive perfume. What will it be today?
His form fitting gray T-shirt couldn't disguise his athletic build; the jeans did nothing to conceal thigh muscles that bunched with each step he took toward the counter. Her cheeks grew warm as she made a futile attempt to pull her eyes away from the glorious bulge at his crotch. Cream slid into her panties as she envisioned the wet head of his cock slipping into her pussy. A dream she'd inexplicably had for months now. Mentally shaking herself, she refocused on the gentleman at the counter. "Would you like it gift-wrapped, sir?"
Before the man answered, the pink box was swiped from the counter by the girl on young Kincaid's arm. "This is it. It's the one I want."
"Then it's yours, baby." Farrow's deep blue eyes peered in the girl's direction.
Sheila watched him rake a slender hand through his perfectly styled black hair, wondering how it would feel tangled in hers. His lips curved into a smile that made her body tremble. What havoc those lips could create on... Get a grip! "Sorry, it's the last one. Our new shipment arrives tomorrow."
The girlfriend whined like a banshee. "Farrow, make her give it to me!"
Sheila reached for the box and pulled it from the girl's hand. "We'll have more tomorrow."
Farrow wedged between the banshee and the gentleman and, reaching across the glass case, he gently peeled Sheila's fingers from around the box. Without making eye contact with her, he looked at the man. "Pops, do you mind if I take it?" He nodded with a smile in the direction of the pretty girl. "I'm sure you understand." Finally, he glanced at Sheila, who stared back with her mouth open. "Order it for him, charge it to the Kincaid account, and we're all good here, right?"
"Excuse me..." The insolent little prick! Actually, that was the only part of him that wasn't little. The type of girls he paraded around showcased his pea-sized brain though, and the fact he only thought with one head -- the swollen one belonging to his cock. Ooh, she was mad as hell. Madder than she should have been because for months now she'd wanted that prick and his cock. What was it about him? It certainly wasn't his manners that attracted her.
The older man stopped her. "One day won't matter." His hair, a little long, was dark, feathered throughout with gray.
Sheila didn't understand why she wanted to run her fingers through it. "I'll take your number and call you the minute our shipment arrives."
"There's no hurry."
What was happening to her? Two men, as different as night and day, stood in front of the glass counter. One was older, mysterious-looking, and if Farrow hadn't walked up, their conversation might have ended differently. Farrow was a jaw-dropping, gorgeous young jackass. Her body went all wonky. Shit, maybe she was going through the change or something. At this rate, she'd need to go to the lingerie department and buy new panties. Standing there, staring back and forth at both men, Sheila had an orgasm. The seat of the underwear she wore grew warm, sticky. Good lord! She couldn't get the charge slip for Farrow's signature to print fast enough.
Returning the pen, his fingers lingered on hers. "Bet you'd be hot in the sack."
"You... you arrogant bastard!"
Farrow strolled off, leaving his young lady at the counter. Her brown eyes shot daggers at Sheila before she stalked off.
Sheila jumped at the sound of the gentleman's voice. "Ahh, youth. So misspent on the young." He touched her hand and said, "No need to call. I'll have someone pick it up." Now his eyes appeared black. He gazed at her before he handed her a business card. "Don't be afraid to embrace life."
The phone buzzed and pulled her attention away; when she looked back, he was gone. Sheila read the card, absently rubbing the tingling spot where the man had touched her hand. Tavoro Sands Resort, Suva City, Fiji. Beneath that was printed a name: Mr. Obsidian. When she turned the expensive card over, there were three words: At Your Service, followed by a phone number.
"I'm not afraid."
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Dragos 3: Blazed by Amber Kallyn

Dragos 3: Blazed

by Amber KallynCover art: Karen Fox

ISBN: 978-1-60521-512-9

Genre(s): Paranormal

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

Series: Dragos

Length: Novella

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Blurb:
When someone comes after the rock band Brianna Jones works with, she must not only embrace the fire nymph within herself, but also the growing desire she feels for bounty hunter and dragon shifter Tyler Dragos. Together, they will try keeping not only the band members, but Bree safe from the dark mage hounding the Dragos Clan.

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Night's Embrace by Jessica Coulter Smith

Night's Embrace

by Jessica Coulter SmithCover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-578-5

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Vampires, Dark Desire

Length: Novella

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Blurb:
Just as Annabel is ready to end her life, an amazing man comes to her in the dark of night. Her body responds to him and she finds that she wants him more than she's ever wanted anyone. Allowing him to make love to her, she decides that she'll do whatever he asks, as long as he'll keep her with him -- even if he is a vampire.


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Night's Embrace
Jessica Coulter Smith
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The darkness rolled in like dark clouds in a thunderstorm. The inky black night surrounded me, wrapped me in its embrace. It had been a month since "the incident" had happened, and while it might seem minor to some, it was the final nail in my coffin. I had tried to carry on, but I couldn't take another thing life had to throw my way. If I'd been able to afford a psychologist, I'm sure he would have diagnosed me with some fancy term and prescribed me a bottle of pills. Instead, I was taking matters into my own hands.
The hair on the back of my neck stood on end, letting me know I wasn't alone. I knew I should be afraid, yet I wasn't. I couldn't bring myself to care enough to be frightened. The numbness had spread through me, leaving nothing but emptiness inside of me, a large echoing cavern that I couldn't fill.
I felt a puff of breath against my skin. A chill raced down my spine as my eyes stared sightlessly ahead, the dark impenetrable. I didn't know what was to come, but I stood stoically, waiting to see what would happen. It couldn't be any worse than what I had planned for myself.
Soft lips trailed down my neck to my shoulder. Teeth softly brushed against my skin. I felt a small prick against my neck, and then warmth spread through me. I closed my eyes, a sigh on my lips. Whatever was happening, it felt right. Arms encircled my waist as they pulled me against a tall, hard body. Muscles bulged in the arms that held me gently. A lover's embrace.
Fluid trailed down my neck, and my captor lapped it up like a kitten drinking milk. "So sweet," said a husky voice that left chills on my flesh.
"Who are you?" I whispered.
"It doesn't matter."
He turned me to face him. I looked up into fathomless gray eyes, the color of a winter morning, set in a pale face. He had a long, elegant nose that led to full lips. Shaggy brown hair fell past his shoulders.
When he smiled, I saw canines that were long and pointed. Vampire, my mind said, but I shook the thought away. Vampires weren't real. My hand drifted to my neck, and I felt the two small pinpricks. A breath caught in my throat as I stared up at him in surprise. Or were they?
"You're a vampire," I heard myself say in a quiet voice filled with wonder.
"Yes." He watched me intently, probably expecting me to scream at any moment. And had I been anyone else, I might have. But a woman willing to die was another matter altogether.
I tipped my head to the side, exposing my neck to him once more. "Do it. Go ahead and end it."
He looked puzzled and slightly taken aback. "Do what?"
"Bite me. End my life."
He shook his head and looked exasperated. "Silly creature, why would I want to end your life? I feed to live, not to kill."
To my humiliation, I felt tears gather in my eyes and slip silently down my cheeks. "Please," I begged. "I can't go on living this way. I'm tired of feeling empty."
I felt his intense stare as if he could see right through me. I wondered how long it would take to make a decision. Did I not taste good? Was there something wrong with my blood? Or was there just something wrong with me?
"Why do you feel empty?" he finally asked.
"If I knew, I wouldn't feel this way. I only see shades of gray and darkness. When I wake up, all I want to do is close my eyes and sleep until another day has passed. I go through the motions, smile at people when I should, but it's all meaningless. Inside I feel like there's a void, a giant black hole in the middle of my soul sucking the life right out of me." It wasn't that I wanted to feel the way I did. I just hadn't had a reason to be happy.
He grinned. "So you have a vampire in your soul?"
I hadn't really thought of it that way, but it made a sort of crazy sense to me. "Yeah, I guess I do."
His long fingers reached out and stroked my jaw. "You're too beautiful to die."
Beautiful? Me? I wanted to laugh, but also wanted to cry. I couldn't remember the last time someone had seen me as beautiful. I certainly didn't see myself that way. When I looked in the mirror, I saw nondescript brown hair, plain brown eyes, and average facial features. I saw a body that was too plump to be fashionable, rounded in more places than it should be. What was beautiful about me?
He stared into my eyes as if reading my thoughts. And perhaps he could. Before I knew what he was doing, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine. They were petal soft and chilled to the touch. His mouth moved over mine, coaxing me to join in his dance.
A spark ignited inside me, a small, glowing ember. Warmth spread through my soul and, for the first time in years, I was happy to be alive. This dangerous, deadly, gorgeous man made me feel more alive than any of my family had in a long time. Nothing in this world had felt half as right as being kissed by him. It amazed me how I could feel so much in just one kiss. It wasn't like I hadn't been kissed before, because I had, but the vampire's kiss put all the others to shame. With just one kiss, he pushed aside my thoughts of killing myself. I'd come to the cavern so no one would find me. I knew my landlady wouldn't be able to handle finding a dead body. She was sweet, and I didn't want to do that to her. And I didn't have any friends to speak of. Just an ex who kept showing up repeatedly, no matter how many times I pushed him away.
With just one kiss, the vampire had given me a gift. The gift of hope. I'd felt bleak and hopeless for so long that I'd forgotten what it felt like to want to live. But with one kiss, he'd given all that back to me and more. As if he were a drug, I found that I wanted more. Kissing him was the equivalent of basking in the sunlight.
His hands cradled my face, and he pulled back. "How could someone so precious feel so sad? How can you not know your worth?"
I wanted to speak, but found I had lost my voice. Tears clogged my throat and burned my eyes. A man who by definition specialized in death and destruction, a vampire, thought I was worth something. A man who could kill me at any moment, yet instead had chosen to kiss me. At that moment, I knew that I would do whatever he asked of me, and I would do it willingly, if only he would kiss me again.
"What do you want with me?" I asked softly. He was watching me intently, but I couldn't tell what he was thinking or feeling. I wanted to pull him closer, to rest my head on his shoulder and have him tell me that everything would be all right. For once, I wanted someone to take care of me. I'd struggled for far too long on my own, and I was tired -- mentally, physically and emotionally tired. He was strong, and I wanted to borrow some of that strength if even just for a moment or two.
He caressed my cheek and smiled sadly. "I want to take away your sorrow and give you light. But how can a man who hasn't seen the sun in over a hundred years give such a gift to anyone?"
"You could kiss me again." I blushed, the bold words having slipped from my mouth before I could stop them. I'd never felt so brazen in my life, but it felt good.
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Revision by Silvia Violet

Revision
by Silvia Violet
Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-495-5
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Ménage, Vampires, Magic and Mayhem
Series: Companions
Length: Novella

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Blurb:
Vivian used the power of the written word to free Niall from an evil wizard and discovered a world of vampires, magic, and incredible sex she thought existed only in her fantasies. Now the wizard's power is growing and Vivian and Niall must work with the Vampire Consulate to destroy him before he unleashes his power on humans and non-humans alike.

As danger intensifies, Vivian and Niall's connection strengthens until there is no doubt she is his Companion. Their desire for one another rages out of control, but will fear of what the future holds keep them from sealing their bond?
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Revision Silvia Violet All rights reserved. Copyright ©2011 Silvia Violet 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. Niall slid silently from the bed, cursing his lack of a weapon. Someone was on Vivian's balcony. He could hear a single heartbeat. He reached out with his mind, but whoever it was had shields too thick for him to break without giving himself away. The balcony door slid open. Niall stepped into the living room, cloaking himself. No human would be able to see him now. Of course, he doubted the intruder was human, but he could always hope. A tall man stepped into Vivian's apartment. Niall sprang. The man captured his wrist in an unbreakable grip. "You could have told me you'd reclaimed your body." "Ethan." Niall's partner dropped his arm, and Niall stepped back. Ethan growled. "Why didn't you call me?" "I needed to regain my strength." Ethan arched a brow. "Based on your smell and appearance I'd say you needed to fuck someone's brains out." Niall ran his hand through his ruffled hair. "I would have contacted you as soon as we woke." "It's not like you to be distracted from a mission." "After months of being trapped by that bastard I deserve a night to feed and fuck without the Consulate coming down on my ass." Ethan grinned. "That's true enough. Tell me how you got free." Niall explained how he'd sent out mental feelers from the story world where he'd been trapped by Lorcan, a wizard so powerful even his band of elite vampire assassins had been unable to capture him after months of trying. Vivian, a romance writer, had been the only one to respond to his calls. She'd listened to him tell the story of his fight with Lorcan and his capture, thinking he was a character out of her own imagination. When she'd finished writing his tale, the magic of her words brought him back into his body and transported him to her apartment. Ethan frowned. "When did you return to your self?" Niall glanced at the clock on the wall. It was nearly 10:00. "About twelve hours ago." Without warning Ethan lunged for him. Niall countered the attack, blocking Ethan's attempt to smash his jaw. He sent Ethan flying backward with a swift kick. Ethan held up his hands in surrender. Niall snarled. "What the fuck was that about?" "A test. You're back to nearly your full strength." "So?" "You should need days to recover after going so long without feeding. There's something you're not telling me." "Apparently, I'm stronger than you thought I was." Vivian had restored his energy almost instantly. She responded to him like a Companion, yet even a Companion shouldn't have such power before being Turned. He needed more time to examine their connection before sharing it with anyone, even Ethan. Ethan growled. "You're lying. We can't afford secrets on this mission." Lorcan was the greatest threat to their kind Niall had encountered since joining the Protectors. "There is nothing you need to know right now. I'll tell you when I can." "You'd better." Niall hoped there would be nothing to tell. The thought of letting Vivian go made his stomach knot, but she didn't deserve to be forced into a bond with him, especially one that linked their lifeforces so closely. He risked his life every day as a Protector, and when a vampire died, his Companion rarely survived. Ethan stepped back onto the balcony and retrieved a bag. He tossed it at Niall. "Duval expects us at sunset. I brought you some clothes and weapons. You'll get a new phone tonight." "Damn! I was hoping to avoid him for a bit longer." Like until he figured out whether Vivian really was his Companion or if something even stranger was going on. Companion bonds had become rare in the last few hundred years and he'd never heard of one that formed this fast. Ethan shook his head. "It's a formal summons. He'll drag you there if you don't come willingly." He would too. The bastard. "How pissed is he?" "Well, you did get caught." "God damn it! Nobody knew Lorcan would be able to suck me into his enchanted book. I'll not be --" He realized Ethan was laughing at his vehemence. "Fuck you." "You're the best Protector the Consulate has. The fact that you got caught shows how strong Lorcan really is. We've been unable to locate him since you disappeared. Then last night, Duval sensed you again, and I sensed Lorcan's magic. Vivian breaking his hold on you must have weakened him temporarily. We know where he's hiding." "Then let's go get him." "How well did that go last time?" Niall snarled. "I want the bastard dead." "As do we all, but this is too big for the two of us. We need Duval. Hell, we may need every last Protector and all the allies we can bring in. We've got a few shifters watching the townhouse he's using for his base. They'll alert us if he leaves." "This can't wait. We need to go in now."

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AFFAIRS OF DRAGONS by Lena
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Five Hearts from The Romance
Studio

I love dragons --
the magic and the loyalty. There really isn't anything sexier. The first book
in Ms. Austin's new Dragon's Mates series has all this and a sparkle that comes
from the love only a true mate can bring.

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BLOODY OR NOTHING: VILLAIN
TAMED by Kate Hill
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JUST SEMANTICS by Julia Talbot
Four Hearts from The Romance Studio

This was a fun,
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as the heroine did.

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LAST CALL EUROPE: CHOCOLATE
SHOCK by Selena Illyria
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Trina and Garrison
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HUSKY by Belinda McBride
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Belinda McBride
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Demons R Us and Other Stories by Alice Gaines

Demons R Us and Other Stories
by Alice Gaines
Cover art: Sahara Kelly
ISBN: 978-1-60521-541-9
Genre(s): Paranormal, Collections
Length: Collection
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From the author: Welcome to my mind. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to share a bed with two demons who don't much like each other? Do you ever wonder if the nice lady at the orchid nursery has a second identity as Avenger of the Non-Orgasmic? If a man had a cat door in his house, would you expect a fairy to sneak in through it to check him out? Could a little green man be really good in bed? And what if you had two drop-dead gorgeous twins competing to mate with you? I think of these sorts of things all the time. Enjoy the madness...
The Demons R Us collection includes The Adventures of Wonderslut, Demons R Us, Fairy in my Bed, Sexation, and Eria's Ménage.
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Alice Gaines
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First, they make you take a vow until death do you part, and then, they won't let you kill the bastard. Vicky Burke planned to divorce her dearly beloved the minute a judge signed the court order. In the meantime, she needed to get him out of her house.
She pressed the buzzer at the front gate again and put her mouth up to the intercom. "I know you're listening to this, Stewart, and I know what you're doing in there."
After a few more seconds of silence, she pushed the button and held it down. She'd lived in there for years before she'd met Stewart and had heard the unholy noise the bell made. Not even the sociopath she'd married could put up with it forever. Finally, static came out of the speaker.
"If you want to see me, talk to Lorelei," Stewart said.
"I'm not calling my own secretary to make an appointment with my own husband." Ex-husband and former secretary, ever since she'd caught the two of them doing the nasty in Stewart's Jaguar after the company holiday party.
"Suit yourself." The speaker clicked off.
She pushed the button again, and this time she leaned on it. Lorelei was probably in there with Stewart, and with any luck, the buzzing would give her a migraine. It made sense in a perverted way for Stewart to settle back into her house while she visited London on business, but what in hell had possessed him to move his bimbo in with him? He had to know she'd put their butts back on the street the minute she got home. She'd been home for days now, though, and the butt removal had proved a lot harder than she'd expected. To make matters worse, she'd had an earful from Mrs. Radnich, the neighborhood snoop, about some truly raunchy goings-on since her erstwhile love lizard had slithered back. That crap had to stop.
The speaker came to life again, so she removed her finger from the buzzer.
"What can I do for you?" Stewart practically trilled it. Phony as all hell, as usual.
"You can get the fuck out of my house."
"But, dearest, you told me when we got married that it would be our love nest."
Ye gods, had she really called a ten-bedroom, twelve-bath stucco villa with pool, tennis court, and six-car garage a nest? Probably, back when the asshole had her convinced the sun rose and set in his eyes.
"Cut the BS, Stewart. You know you hate my guts."
"Pot. Kettle. Black."
"Listen, Stewart, you can be my ex-husband or my late husband. Your choice."
"Is that a threat?" he said.
"Take it however you want, but you will vacate the premises."
He heaved a sigh so loud it crackled over the wires and came out the speaker on her end. "I can see I have to explain things to you."
"Just try."
"I'll be right out." The speaker went dead.
Vicky walked to the gate and tried it. Still locked. The asshole wouldn't even let her onto her own property to talk to him. She shook the metal like a crazed zoo ape, but the lock held, of course. Her own security system. How humiliating.
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Demon of Convenience by Cynthia Sax

Demon of Convenience
by Cynthia Sax
Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-536-5
Genre(s): Paranormal, Urban Fantasy
Theme(s): Magic and Mayhem, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Demon Chronicles
Length: Novella
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Blurb:

Mina has to bond with a demon. In return for his permanent protection, she will offer him unlimited power. When she asks her best friend for help, Taurinus -- a deadly assassin -- arrives instead.
Mina is horrified by the last minute substitution, but she is running out of time and has no other choice. She resigns herself to a passionless bonding of convenience… until one kiss changes everything.
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Demon of Convenience
Cynthia Sax
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Copyright ©2011 Cynthia Sax

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Papers rustled behind her, and Mina stiffened. She was being followed. She'd felt the presence since she left the museum. She pivoted swiftly on her heels, scanning her surroundings. The street was dark and deserted, the streetlights flickering like candles in the wind. Shadows stretching across the pavement created convenient hiding places. Although she didn't see him, she knew he was there.
There were five blocks to cover until she reached her apartment building. She turned and walked with purpose, her boots clipping on the sidewalk. Yesterday, she had called for Augustine. When her friend arrived, they'd bond. He'd have the rare vessel he searched for, rendering him nearly invincible. She'd have his protection. All she had to do was survive until he arrived.
The sense of being watched intensified until she fancied she felt his cool breath on the back of her neck. There was no waiting for Augustine. Time had run out. Mina pulled a gun out of her purse. He was behind her. She spun around, aimed, and --
The gun was twisted out of her hands, and the unused clip released. It clinked on the asphalt. "A Glock, little one?" Glacial blue eyes warmed with amusement. "How do you plan to stop an ice demon with a Glock?"
Taurinus was here. She was safe. Tension eased from her shoulders. Taur might be an ice demon, a cold-blooded assassin, and an all around bad being, but he'd never hurt her, not unless someone paid him to.
She tilted her head back as she studied his impassive face. His hair was snow white, and his skin was paler than a vampire's. He was handsome and deadly and disruptive to her composure. "Do I need to stop you?" He stood close to her. Although he radiated cold, Mina felt a wave of exciting heat cascade over her. "Are you on a job, Taur?"
His lips twisted, and his eyes iced over. "Augustine said you needed protecting."
It took her a moment to understand the implication. "He's not coming." It was her fault. If she'd mentioned who or what she was, he would have rushed to her side, but she hadn't been brave enough to even whisper that damning word, fearing the unwanted attention of other demons.
"No, he's not. He's busy," was Taur's weak explanation. He nonchalantly stuck her emptied gun in the inside pocket of his long coat. There was the tinkle of metal on metal. Augustine's friend collected weapons. Mina didn't know why he wanted hers. It was a common Glock. "I am here instead."
"To take his place." To bond with Taur would be like chaining herself to a block of ice, a controlling block of ice. A trickle of moisture dripped down her spine. Did she have a choice? It was either bond with Taur or with a complete stranger.
"Yes." He crossed his massive arms, looking even more unapproachable than he usually did.
Taur didn't know what he had signed up for. His entire world would change with this assignment. "I have to think about this." She couldn't make such a decision immediately. Mina turned and walked away, heading home.
Taur trailed after her. She couldn't hear him. For a large demon, he was as silent as a cat shifter. He had no scent and he slipped through the darkness like a phantom. The only reason she knew he was close was because she felt it in the depths of her being. It was as though he stamped his possession all over her consciousness.
Augustine would want to control her powers and that was all. He didn't want her physically or emotionally. He wouldn't be jealous, and once the awkward initial bonding was completed, he'd allow her to find sexual release elsewhere. Their relationship would be open with no strings attached.
It wouldn't be that way with Taur, Mina knew. She was the ultimate weapon and he wouldn't be able to resist adding her to his arsenal. Then, he would own her. He wouldn't allow another being to touch her. She would never be desired. Mina traced the outline of the pendant hidden underneath her cotton blouse. She would never be loved.
"Why are four demons tracking you?" Taur's hand brushed over her lower back. She felt his touch down to her toes.
"They want to fuck me." She was deliberately blunt.
He snorted. "Right." His sarcasm cut her.
"Look." She turned. Her nose smacked into his chest. That was how close he was following her. She breathed in. She was wrong about him having no scent. He smelled of crisp spearmint and hard man. "You may not find me attractive but others do."
She stepped away from him. His arms strapped around her waist, pulling her back. "Who says I don't find you attractive?" They stared at each other. Mina saw the hairline cracks in his ironclad control. They both frightened and aroused her.
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Taking the Heat by Elayne S. Venton

Taking the Heat
by Elayne S. Venton
Cover art: Karen Fox
ISBN: 978-1-60521-594-5
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Length: Novella
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Blurb:

In a cold world balanced by the heat of Queen Ruby, it takes a special ice cold M'rad male to be king. Sex with the queen can be intoxicating -- and deadly. If she doesn't kill her lovers with her internal fire, she banishes them with an ache for her that cannot be quenched.
After a failed revolt against her, Commander Cyan is her prisoner and she is planning on making him pay for his betrayal in a way that will satisfy them both. But he's stubborn and plots to turn the tables on her. If he succeeds, it may end in disaster for the planet and his Queen.
Excerpt:
Taking the Heat
Elayne S. Venton
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Elayne S. Venton

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Protective ice crystals beaded on the tip of Cyan's blue cock. Ruby flicked her hot tongue over them. His stiff penis twitched but her captive lover didn't make a sound as he battled her heat.
"Are you ready?" She lifted her gaze to his locked jaw, his flaring nostrils, his focus fixed on a distant spot on the opposite wall. He didn't acknowledge her in any way. Stubborn male.
The last thing she wanted to do was hurt him, so she gently blew warm air up and down his thick shaft. He grunted and clenched his fists as another fine layer of ice coated his skin.
"That's good, baby," she said, bending her knees beneath her long silver skirt and puffing air over his balls.
As hot as she burned, he still had the power to frost her breath. The damp air settled on him in an icy sheen.
"Mmm. So beautiful." Passing her lips over the shiny knob, she slid her hot, open mouth down his big, cold shaft. The outer frost melted down her throat, stoking her burning passion rather than cooling it.
The M'rad commander shook his pale blond mane as he wrenched on the chains securing him to the concrete wall. The muscles in his massive arms and legs bulged, but the restraints held. Deep guttural sounds, curses more than likely, rushed past the gag in his mouth. Nonetheless, his hips bucked forward, pushing his cock into the depths of her throat.
He might hate her, but he wanted her. All M'rad did. Ruby was their queen. Without her, their world would freeze. Despite what Cyan believed.
Sympathetic to the anger and frustration burning in him since his capture, she allowed the rough jerks into her mouth, to a point. After all, she had a right to be angry too.
Cyan had tried to turn the M'rad against her. Damn his traitorous blue hide. How dare he start a revolt? She'd chosen him for her lover, and he paid her back with betrayal.
Still, she couldn't punish him as she would another. She loved him too much, desired him too much.
Backing away from Cyan's hard thrusts, she grasped his thick shaft in her fists and teased him with slow licks around the darkening head. His cock pulsed with need. She closed her lips around the crown and gently sucked. The chains rattled viciously. A roar rumbled in his broad chest. His cock lengthened a few more millimeters and fixed into place, long and hard and shimmering with iridescent ice crystals. Good. The colder his temperature, the more protected he'd be from her heat and the longer they could make love.
She glanced up from beneath her lashes, savoring her imminent victory.
Their battle of wills had begun when her father appointed Cyan commander. She'd been attracted to him on sight but never considered him a candidate for her bed. Unlike her devoted lovers, Cyan was a leader, an independent thinker, proud, too much like her. It was inevitable they'd butt heads. Yet they understood one another.
Too much wine during the winter solstice celebration made her brash. She chose Cyan for the night, and she let him make the rules. Her submissive role led to amazing sex but the loss of power frightened her. In the morning, she took back control, bringing him to his knees with passionate heat that left him stunned. It became a never-ending skirmish. Each time they came together, they fought for supremacy. Deep down, she hadn't expected the relationship to work, and he'd proved her right.
His resistance drove her crazy but it didn't make her want him any less. Loving him was a challenge, but he fired her blood like no other.
How long would he last this time? M'rads were temperamental. Sometimes Cyan pleasured her for hours on end while other times he climaxed in minutes. Lately, he'd avoided her as much as possible -- too busy rallying the troops behind his cause, no doubt. Like a fool, she'd given him the respite he desired. Well, no more. She burned for him. He would give her what she wanted.
Not taking any chances, she slipped a hefty, hinged metal cock ring behind his balls and clicked it closed around his cock. That would keep him hard and delay his ejaculation.
He growled at her as the icy burn of his cock sealed the ring tight.
She straightened and tossed her long, curly red hair over her shoulder, baring her breasts. "Do you want me now, Cyan?"
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Codename Courtesan: Summer by Aubrey Ross

Codename Courtesan: Summer
by Aubrey Ross
Cover art: Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-418-4
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Sci-Fi, BDSM
Series: Codename Courtesan
Length: Novella
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Blurb:

When Malik's investigation leads him to the pleasure ambassadors, he uses the opportunity to summon Saroji to his bed. Her involvement with the Resistance makes her fair game, and no matter how hard he's tried to forget her, he still burns to claim her as his own.
Saroji is infuriated when she learns Malik has sent for her alter ego. If the dangerous traitor doesn't realize she is Summer, there is much to be gained by fulfilling his sexual fantasies. But it's far more likely he intends to repay her for a past betrayal. Malik is the only man who ever touched her body and tantalized her heart until she willingly surrendered control. She can't afford to trust him... yet squandering the opportunity could extinguish the last hope for the Resistance.
Excerpt:

Codename Courtesan: Summer Aubrey Ross All rights reserved. Copyright ©2011 Aubrey Ross 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. "So Agent Wanetee, to what do I owe the honor of your esteemed presence?" Malik smiled. The auburn-haired madam had managed to keep most of the sarcasm from her voice, but her expressive blue eyes revealed her apprehension. "After the success of my recent mission, my superiors insisted I take some time off and enjoy the amenities of Earth." Another smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. "As we both know, the embassies supply the only form of recreation remaining on Earth, and your embassy is the best." Autumn scooted to the edge of her chair and folded her hands on the desktop. Unlike the lavish grandeur of the embassy's common rooms, her office was small and cozy. Her features remained calm, almost serene, while her gaze narrowed with speculation. "Do you have a specific adventure in mind, or would you like me to create something unexpected?" "I'd like to experience one of your 'seasons.' You are under contract with General Noirte, so I presume you're not available, but I would like access to either Winter, Spring, or Summer." He watched her closely, waiting for the flicker of panic sure to result from his request. She inclined her head, acknowledging his statement then glanced at her folded hands. A trail of suspicious incidents had followed in the wake of Autumn's "seasons." The men involved always remembered a passionate night with an uninhibited beauty, yet the information leaks and unexplained failures had no other common denominator. "I'm afraid the ambassadors you've mentioned are all under contract elsewhere." Autumn produced a thin smile. "I'm sure I can find --" "Ulrick Brant contracted Winter, and Spring hasn't been seen since Evard Keenan mysteriously disappeared. Who claimed Summer?" His voice hesitated over the word claimed, making it sound harsh and accusatory. Autumn paled as she worried her bottom lip. "Summer went to... That is, Summer is currently unavailable. My clients depend upon my discretion. I'm sure you understand." He could easily verify any destination she supplied, so she'd been wise to keep her excuse vague. "You will make her available to me, or I will close this embassy. The best and brightest of your employees might be absorbed by your competitors, but I suspect the majority of your ambassadors would be forced to enter the work force." "There's no reason for threats, Agent Wanatee." Her shoulders squared and determination reignited within her eyes. "Summer's contract allows her to choose her customers. I'll present her with your proposal and see if --" "Why would you allow her such privileges? None of the other embassies have... free agents." "I assure you, Summer is anything but free. The seasons are special. They make themselves available to an extremely limited clientele. Only the most wealthy and powerful are able to afford their services." "Cost is no obstacle. I can afford any fee you set. I would prefer to be one of your loyal customers, but I am prepared to be your adversary. The decision is yours." He pushed his chair back and stood, gazing down at her as she fidgeted behind her desk. "I require your finest suite for one week, and I expect Summer to be waiting when I return tomorrow evening." Without waiting for her reaction, he turned and left the room.

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DRAGOS: SCORCHED by Amber
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Four Hearts from The Romance
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