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Sneak Peek Saturday: Making Demons Purr

I’m pleased to announce that the second book in my Halloween Trilogy, Making Demons Purr, has been contracted by Etopia Press and is scheduled for October.

This is the second book in my Halloween Trilogy. (Dead Man’s Hands is the first book in the series.)

This is an unedited Sneak Peek.

“You’re a far way from safety, Seraphena.” Carver St. James’ deep voice rumbled from the darkened doorway. Goose bumps rippled over her skin as her temperature spiked. Her heart beat began to race as her feline counterpart became more alert. Tension sang along her legs and arms as she fisted her hands. The magic that flowed unhindered during this time of year skittered along her bare flesh cause her tremble. Damn witches, letting their control go. Something else moved down her limbs, like raw silk kissed with heat.

 

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Book Spotlight: Bane of Her Desire by Kira Shayde

Bane of Her Desire by Kira Shayde

 

erotic romance, paranormal (shapeshifters), suspense

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Passion and danger on the Serengeti.

 

 

Blurb

 

When Holly Ainran’s brother goes AWOL from an elite military force in New Tanzania, she confronts Commander Bane Ojore, a rare gray lion shifter. Sparks ignite, but Holly finds a challenge in taming this brooding, hostile beast.

 

Bane does not expect the daughter of a high-ranking Parliamentary executive to be a smart, code-breaking expert, adamant about abolishing the lion caste hierarchy and ending the lion-hyena conflict. Nor would he expect such a stunning lioness to fall for him.

 

But Bane’s job is to find the traitors supplying weapons to the hyenas and all signs point to Holly’s brother. Holly won’t give up on her brother though…or Bane. As their passion escalates, so do the risks, the danger, and ultimately, their love.

 

 

Excerpt

 

It was a four-hour drive north to the Alpha Elite military base where the woodlands gave way to a mix of savanna and semiarid bush, and the city morphed into sparse villages. Holly parked her car outside the compound and walked through the open gate, surprised no one stopped her. Then again, the Alpha Elites weren’t a typical military operation.

 

She spied Commander Bane Ojore and could not stop staring. His tight white T-shirt highlighted his dark tan and provided a tantalizing showcase for his impressive biceps and chest. His fatigues did nothing to hide his heavily muscled thighs and rear, and when he raised his arms overhead to grab a pulley rope and ease a huge canister to the ground, his rippling back muscles made her mouth water.

 

She wiped the sweat trickling down the back of her neck, finding it difficult to catch her breath, the air stifling and dry. Yet perhaps it wasn’t the climate. She waited for Ojore to finish his job. When he did, he strode past her, ignoring her completely.

 

“Excuse me,” she called out, but if he heard her, he made no outward sign.

 

Holly exhaled in frustration and followed him to the command post building. She trudged across the uneven ground, slowing down when she tripped on an protruding tree root. At least she’d been smart enough to wear sneakers. She entered the building and was immediately assailed by the odor of sweat, leather, and gasoline. Nose wrinkling, she breathed through her mouth and followed the signs on the walls to the main office. The door was ajar, but she knocked to announce her presence. No response. She knocked again.

 

“Excuse me? Mr. Ojore?” She peered around the doorway.

 

He didn’t bother looking up at her. “What do you want, Miss Ainran?” he asked curtly.

 

She rocked on her feet, taken aback by both his demeanor and his question. “How do you know my name?”

 

“It’s my business to know everything that goes on here.”

 

“Yes, of course,” she replied. Perhaps he recognized her resemblance to her brother. She entered his office uninvited and took a seat. “That’s why I have come to you. I want to know what happened to my brother, Fix Ainran.”

 

Her composure faltered, and she shook her head to chase away the fears in her mind. “I want to know if you have any information about where he is.”

 

The Alpha Elite commander looked up and studied her. He was in full human form, his black, wavy hair longer than she would’ve expected for a military officer, much less a commander. There was an ethnic flavor to his dark, brooding features, although Holly couldn’t identify his mixed ancestry.

 

For a moment the expression on his face softened. Then he clasped his hands together, all business. “Unfortunately, Miss Ainran, I have nothing to tell you.”

 

Holly sucked in her cheeks. “I did not drive all this way to be told nothing.”

 

Bane Ojore’s dark eyes narrowed slightly. “I made it clear to your father on the phone that I had no further information about your brother’s whereabouts.” The man paused and glanced out the tiny window in his office. “Miss Ainran, we may never know what inner demons possess even those who are closest to us. Our work here in the colonies is extremely stressful and physically demanding. Some leave injured; some are evicted. Sadly, some are killed in action. And some believe the decision to leave should be on their own terms.”

 

“Something must have happened to my brother before he left, Mr. Ojore.”

 

“Commander Ojore.”

 

“Yes, Commander. You must have some idea why Fix did not return.”

 

He refocused his gaze on her. “Is that important?”

 

“It is to me.”

 

“The week before your brother failed to report back,” Ojore began in a clipped tone, “we lost an entire squad during a hyena attack. Twelve men were killed or severely injured.”

 

She couldn’t begin to imagine how traumatizing such an ordeal would be for a soldier to witness. She wiped her brow, feeling the confines of the small office. “I’m deeply sorry, Commander, about the loss of your men. But are you implying my brother abandoned his obligation to the Alpha Elites and his family because he feared for his life?”

 

She squared her jaw, resolve strengthening her. “I know my brother. He’s seen death before. He’s faced death before. There has to be another reason Fix would have failed to report to you and has not reached out to his family or friends. You may have been able to sidestep this matter with my father, but you will not keep the truth from me.”

 

The commander leaned back in his chair, saying nothing, his piercing gaze intimidating, bordering on hostile. Growing uncomfortable with his attempt to unnerve her, Holly returned his stare defiantly to prove she was no pushover.

 

“I will look into the matter,” he said finally and rose to his feet. He peered down at her, his mouth compressed. “This is a treacherous area, Miss Ainran. You should not have come here alone. You are unmated.”

 

It wasn’t a question or worse, an accusation, but she sighed. She wasn’t ashamed of her unmated status, yet she knew most males found it odd due to her high caste.

 

“Yes,” she replied. Her lips nearly twisted into a sneer before she caught herself. As the daughter of a member of Parliament, she was schooled in proper decorum, even in situations where it was clearly not reciprocated. She laid her hands primly in her lap, taking a deep breath. “I am determined to choose my own mate rather than share an alpha male in a pride.”

 

He raised an eyebrow. “I did not require nor request an explanation.”

 

Well, isn’t he just full of himself? She pretended to brush a spot from her pants.

 

“An unmated female is a distraction to the young male lions here,” the commander continued, clasping his hands behind his back, “preventing them from doing their jobs.”

 

Obviously she should have thought of this before she visited the Alpha Elite compound. Again, she tempered her reaction.

 

Ojore rounded his desk, and Holly stole a sideways glance. Yowza. Granted, she hadn’t intended to check out the contours of his package. It certainly wasn’t appropriate, particularly considering the purpose of her visit, but his hips were directly at her eye level, and his fatigues were quite fitted. A brief image flashed in her mind of how that impressive girth would feel inside her, and her thighs pressed together involuntarily.

 

“Miss Ainran?”

 

Heart pounding, Holly averted her eyes. Had she been staring outright? She peered up and found him regarding her, his lips curved in a bemused smile. So much for him not noticing.

 

Her first instinct was to bolt upright and make a hasty exit, but he blocked the path to the door. He stepped closer, fists on hips, which had the effect of tilting his pelvis forward, almost as if offering himself to her. Holly gripped the arms of her chair, her lion senses detecting his primal male scent. She had to fight the urge to rip off his pants and devour his cock whole.

 

Damn, she needed a boyfriend.

 

 

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About the Author

 

Kira enjoys studying love, sex, and relationships, and has a thing for Shifters (and devil’s food cake). As a romance writer, Kira explores somewhat atypical pairings and settings, and can’t help adding a twinge of societal awareness to her works. But the focus is always on the developing romance, hot sex, and happy endings. You won’t find any hard-core BDSM in Kira’s stories. She prefers her hero and heroine to share the power and share the love.

 

 

Author Links

 

Website http://www.kirashayde.com

 

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Cover Reveal: A Shadow’s Embrace by Cara Carnes

A Few of My Favorite Quotes from A Shadow’s Embrace

CC_AShadowsEmbrace_200x300“I’m not a dog to pat on the head, you condescending ass.”—Devyn, A Shadow’s Embrace

“We don’t have time for a conversational fuck right now. We’re three against nearly a hundred. Those aren’t good numbers. Please tell me it isn’t just you two.”—Devyn, A Shadow’s Embrace

“Because every boat, airplane, bus, vehicle, horse cart, and bicycle is under scrutiny, and unless you can sprout wings and fly our asses out of here, we don’t have much of a choice.”—Dagan, A Shadow’s Embrace

“Ease off the pissed just a little, babe, because I’m hanging on by a thread. I’m having a real hard time remembering you aren’t mine to protect. The more you argue, the hotter I get to prove exactly why I have the right to handle you.”—Dagan, A Shadow’s Embrace

“You are everything strong and true. You are our sword, our freedom, our justice. What you are not—can never be—is a freak. Because if a Shadow Elite like you, the best of our kind, is a freak, then what the hell does that make the rest of us?”—Devyn, A Shadow’s Embrace

“Thinking I need to stake me claim and give you a reason not to crush so easily, little bit or not,”—Dagan, A Shadow’s Embrace

CC_AShadowsEmbrace_6438x637 (1)On the run from evil, her only hope is the Shadows.

Devyn James escaped hell once. Kidnapped from foster care at seven and raised in a psychic genetics testing facility, she survived by hiding her ability. A rare technopath, she eventually broke out of the facility with the help of the Shadow Elites—General Conver’s super soldiers, who rebelled and now fought to protect psychically enhanced humans. Determined to help the cause, she formed Indigo Order—a foundation focused on providing food, shelter, medicine, training and support for the displaced lower level psychics, especially the children tossed to the streets by Conver years ago.

For the past few months Devyn, or Indy as she’s known on the street, has covertly passed intel to the SEO. Even though the street doesn’t trust the Shadows, she does. They rescued her once and she knows they’re the only ones who will be able to save her from Conver and figure out what she uncovered.

Dagan is determined to save the female being chased by Conver and his squadron. He soon discovers her identity and vows he’ll do anything to keep her protected—even if it’s from herself. But the sultry female proves to be a handful when her team is in the crosshairs. When one of them is captured, he must prove she can trust him and all he offers, even though he may not believe someone as good as her should be with a Shadow.

Together they discover everything is possible when you trust A Shadow’s Embrace.

 

 

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“The hesitancy in her voice pulled at his heartstrings. “I pick the place, some little bistro you’ve never been at, and we eat, and you give me a chance.” He prayed that she’d bite.
She fell silent. Time stopped as he waited for her to say something.
“I’ll think about it. Are you on your way home?” A wariness remained in her tone, but there was a bit of hope in there too.
“Yep. Just crossing the street to see what the other side has to offer, and I will head back. I’ll see you soon. Love you, minx.”
“Okay.” She hung up without saying good-bye.
Fuck, I’m screwed if she can’t even say she loves me.
He dashed across the street while there was a break in traffic. The sun was shining high in the sky, and fluffy blue clouds meandered on by. A perfect day to have a picnic even if there was a chill in the air. Maybe later on in the week, after we’ve talked it out, he thought. What he would say, he didn’t know. The distance between them was growing too fast for him to catch up, and he didn’t know how to get her to hear him and his words. He did love her; he just didn’t know how to let her in.
Frustration rose again. His dragon roared. He didn’t want to cut himself up just to make her happy. That wasn’t who he was. It wasn’t what hunters were capable of. Hunters couldn’t kill what they cared about, what they thought of as human or having a soul. Emotions had consequences; they could get you killed. Only being a stone-cold bastard could allow you to live. How could he love her so much and yet keep her out of his problems, his issues, his hunter life? He didn’t want to lose her. Fire swirled around his body in cutting ribbons that seared him to the bone. He wanted to punch something, kick the shit out of this problem, and beat it until it submitted to him, but he couldn’t. There was no one to hurt.”

Review from You Gotta Read This:
“ I enjoyed this story of reconnection. No matter how attracted Carrie is to Dean, she still longs for a stronger and more intimate connection. Yet it seems the more she pushed the farther apart the two become. As the two drift farther apart Dean searches for a way to find his connection to his mate again, of all people he cannot lose her. When a basket full of toys arrives Dean is ready to try anything including playing a special kind of game. One that will hopefully bring the two back together and find that connection that they are losing.”- Gabrielle

 

Rating: You Need Read This
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SI_EB_StackingtheDeck “For a moment his brain stuttered in its function, and all he could do was stare. Her face was framed by tousled waves streaked with red, her wide brown eyes filled with awareness. His heart flipped once again, and his arousal grew. So much for being quiet.

“Hey, minx. Why are you awake?” He set his bags down once more and made his way to her side. He knew the answer but couldn’t help but ask. Maybe his stupidity hadn’t woke her up.

“’Cause you’re loud as hell.” She gave him a wide smile that showed off bright white teeth, but the gesture didn’t reach her eyes. “No kiss hello?”

“Well, depends on which lips you want kissed,” he teased, unable to keep from bringing sexual banter into play. He started to say something else, but her full, throaty laugh caught him off guard and caused his stomach muscles to clench and his heartbeat to speed up.

Once she recovered, she raised one sculpted, dark-brown brow. “Well, someone feels randy right now. Why don’t you put those bags away, take a shower, and join me in bed and find out.”

She sat up to show that she had slept in one of his well-worn black shirts and her pajama bottoms. He chuckled at how small she looked in the top. “Miss me that much that you’re wearing my clothes?”

She pouted. “I thought I looked good in it. Besides, it’s what’s underneath that you want.” She lifted the hem a few inches until a strip of rich cocoa skin showed in the lamplight. “You gonna shower and get in here, or do I have to take care of things on my own?” Desire burned in her eyes.

He inhaled deeply, taking in the musky tang of aroused woman, hot and awake. Fire filled his mouth, and his eyes and swirled around his body until he was filled with it. The dragon was awake and ready to claim his mate. “Taunting the dragon, love? Naughty minx.””

 

Review from Long and Short Reviews: “Carrie and Dean had some rough patches to work through, and this story shows how important communication is to any relationship. Once these two got into the spirit of the Truth or Dare cards, there were many possible outcomes, and this book explores the many options open to Carrie and Dean to bridge the difficult times and make their lives what they wanted. This is for those who like romance, magic and lots of heat.”- Foxglove

Rating: 4-stars-rating

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Menage May: Runaways by Lex Valentine

runaways_200When I first wrote Runaways as a short story, I focused only on the dynamic of the hero and the heroine meeting on a train and discovering they were mates. It was hot. Erotic. Damned exciting. And that part of the story always will be. What I glossed over and left out for the sake of brevity were the other relationships the hero had at the time. Relationships with his brother and his best friend.

After I got my rights back to Runaways, I decided I needed to tell the whole story. I needed to show the readers more about Ranulf’s twin brother Roul and I needed to explain his relationship with his best friend and business partner Griffin. That led from short story to novella and to the story’s republication at Ellora’s Cave.

Runaways is about two men who have loved each other since they were children. They have always been drawn to each other, but not with the metaphysical pull they would know as mates. Griffin fears one day Ranulf will meet his mate. He knows that if Ranulf leaves him, he will die. As a vampire who has been drinking from Ran for years, he’s bonded to his lover. So he fears losing Ranulf on several different levels. It’s a fear he’s lived with for a long time.

For Ranulf, he can’t imagine his life without Griff, so he can’t imagine that someone else could be his mate, but at the same time both he and Griff acknowledge that something is missing. When Ran meets a strangely alluring woman on a train, everything falls into place for him. Overwhelmed by the need to mate, he makes Dante his and in that first rush of mating, the two of them run away to New York City, leaving behind her family, Ran’s twin and his lover.

Roul knows what’s happening and he fears for both Ranulf and Griffin. If Griffin dies, part of Ranulf will to. He understands this even when his twin doesn’t. Griffin himself is drawn to Ran instinctively and begins to follow his lover even though he doesn’t even understand where he’s going. When he arrives in New York to find Ran with a woman, he thinks everything is over. But it’s Dante who has all the answers and she forges the bond between the three of them in a way neither Ran nor Griff could. She completes them and understands what has happened better than either man can. Dante is the center stone of their triumvirate and because of her, Ran and Griff’s love affair takes an entirely different turn and becomes something neither of them expected.

The foundation of my story was always the love between Ranulf and Griffin, something even Ranulf’s twin acknowledges. But taking a love affair between men into a three-way mating with a woman isn’t easy and this one of the hardest stories I’ve ever had to write. I’m not usually a fan of ménages. To me, the motivation has to be extremely strong for something like that to work and many books just don’t have the motivation clearly and strongly enough written for me to “get it.” So it would take an extremely interesting plot for me to write a ménage and that’s what happened with Runaways.

I knew my heroes weren’t meant to be mates, but I wanted them to be. Then it dawned on me that they reason they weren’t meant to be mates was because they weren’t meant to be a couple. They were meant to have a mate they both shared and who would complement the love they already felt for each other.

It was very exciting for me to bring this expanded story to life. When I wrote the short story, I knew there was more to it and I knew someday I’d want to explore that. When I finally got the chance to do so, I was thrilled. And I’m thrilled my editor at EC was excited to have it. So I hope that readers find this story just as thrilling and exciting as I do.

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Runaways

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Blurb:

Werewolf Ranulf Verlaine and his longtime lover, vampire Griffin Rothschild, have sworn they will fight to stay together if either discovers another is their mate. When Ran meets beautiful vampire Dante Ducoin on a train from Prague to Paris, mating lust explodes between them and Ran forgets the pact. He forgets everything but sinking into and surrounding Dante, who is equally lost in Ran. Newly bonded, the pair run away to New York City.
Griffin chases after his lover, pulled by a metaphysical force. When he finds Ran and Dante, mating lust shifts their bond to a triumvirate. The three can’t keep their hands, or anything else, off one another. But lust isn’t everything. For the triumvirate to thrive, Dante must carve out a place between two men who have been lovers for years, Griffin must share the only man he’s ever loved with a woman, and Ranulf must balance his pack responsibilities with his love for his mates.

Excerpt:
Warm lips caressed Ran’s neck just below his ear. He felt the brush of Griffin’s fangs over his vein and he arched beneath the slight pressure.
“Go ahead. You need this. I’ll be gone for a few days. Feed,” he commanded in a soft whisper.
With a groan, Griffin opened his lips over the vein in Ran’s throat. He sucked lightly, then more strongly until Ran felt the familiar prick of his lover’s fangs piercing his skin. Pleasure rushed through him, his cock instantly filling. Griffin drank for long moments and Ran used that time to caress the strong body in his arms. A sense of belonging hummed through him, bound inextricably to the bliss that always accompanied Griffin’s bite. His heart soared and his body vibrated from the metaphysical connection that came from sharing his blood with his lover.
Griffin’s fangs retracted and he licked Ran’s skin to close the wound. Ran slipped his hands into Griffin’s silk boxers, wrapping his fingers around the hard shaft he found there. Moans met his touch.
“Undress me,” he whispered.
Griffin groaned, his body writhing against Ran’s. “Your train.”
“Fuck it. I’ll take a later one. Right now, I want you.”
The vampire’s hands tugged, pulled and unzipped until Ranulf lay naked on the sheets of their bed. Desire lit the amber eyes that stared down at Ran as Griffin shrugged out of his robe and pushed his boxers to the floor. One hand slid up Ran’s hard abdomen, the fingertips pausing to tweak his nipple before coming to rest on his shoulder where his clan marks began.
“I’ve always loved touching these. It helps that it’s such an aphrodisiac for you,” Griffin said quietly. “Until I met you, I never knew that a wolf’s clan marks were so sensitive.”
Ran smiled and stroked Griffin’s cock harder, causing the flesh to jerk in his grasp. “Until you met me, you knew next to nothing about wolves.”
“I didn’t know anything about men sexing each other either. Until you, I’d always thought only men and women had sex. I’d no idea men could have sex with men.”
A soft laugh escaped Ran. He pulled Griffin down on top of him. Their naked bodies cleaved together, their cocks rubbing insistently against each other.
“You can have sex with almost anything, even trees. Ask any fae,” Ran teased.
“Don’t care about trees. Right now, I want to have sex with you.” Griffin nuzzled beneath Ranulf’s chin. “I want to make love with you.”
Ran wrapped his arms around Griffin and grasped his rock-hard buttocks. “Get the lube.”
Griffin reached toward the bedside table, scrabbling a little as he searched without looking for the bottle of lube they kept at the ready. His fingers closed over it and he dropped it on Ran’s chest. Their gazes met.
“Fuck me,” Griffin said, his voice shaking. “Hard, rough. Make me feel it for hours after you leave me.”
Ran huffed out a breath and captured Griffin’s chin in his hand. “I’m not leaving you. Get that through your head. I might go back to Verlaine for a few days. I might have to travel for work sometimes. But I will never leave you forever. I’ll always come back,” he vowed.
Griffin’s amber eyes flickered. “Don’t forget that.”
“I won’t.”

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Menage May: Between Two Wolves by Jessica Coulter Smith

Between Two Wolves (Tales of Moonspell)

By Jessica Coulter Smith

Between2WolvesBrandt Fitzgerald has wondered from time to time when he would find his mate. Imagine his surprise when he finds her — and has to share her with his brother! The boys have been known to share before, but can something on a permanent basis really work?
Falan Wright has lots of curves and a little extra. She’s never really been anyone’s ideal before and now she’s suddenly faced with not one but two hot men ready to be at her beck and call. What’s a woman to do? The concept of mates isn’t unknown to Falan, but is she really ready to tie herself to both Fitzgerald men? Can she really be woman enough for both of them?

Excerpt

Nolen, having undressed while they were in the shower, stood before her in all his naked glory. He came to stand before her and caressed her cheek. She tried to read his expression, but had no idea what he was thinking.
“I heard what you said,” he told her. “And you’re right. I haven’t been as committed as I should’ve been. I wanted you, but I wanted it to be on my terms. That was wrong of me and I’m sorry.”
“What are you saying, Nolen?”
“I’m saying that I may feel things differently than Brandt does, and I may not react the way you want me to, but I want you to know that I do care about you and I’m looking forward to sharing my life with you.”
Falan pulled him closer and kissed him. She felt Brandt behind her, placing his hands on her hips and trailing kisses down her neck and across her shoulders. Nolen gently gripped her arms, holding her to him. When he pulled back, her heart was pounding.
Brandt herded them toward the bed, then lifted her and laid her on the mattress. She looked up at him in wide-eyed wonder, amazed that he’d lifted her with such ease. He’d managed what no other man had before — he’d made her feel small and delicate. She reached for him, tugging him onto the bed, then crooked her finger at Nolen. With her men on either side of her, her body warmed in anticipation. In theory, she knew what happened next, at least, with one man and woman. She was starting to wish she’d read a ménage romance or two. Maybe then she’d be better prepared for this moment.
Nolen nuzzled her neck and cupped one breast. While Brandt latched onto her other nipple, Nolen pinched and rolled her distended nipple; Brandt sucked the other and grazed it with his teeth. She felt liquid drip down her thighs and began to squirm.
Brandt’s hand caressed her belly before slipping between her thighs. He delved between the lips of her pussy, spreading her juices over her clit. He circled and teased the nub until she was writhing under them. He brushed the sensitive area with his thumb and eased two fingers inside of her. Falan gasped and lifted her hips.
She felt hot, like every nerve burned and tingled. Her body was straining toward something, something just out of reach. Nolen claimed her lips while Brandt’s fingers pumped in and out of her. She felt her body tightening just like it had in the shower, and then she was tumbling over the edge.
Brandt slid his fingers from her body and sucked her juices from the digits. She was surprised to discover it turned her on. Nolen moved away from her to lean against the headboard, then he was reaching for her, pulling her back against his chest.
Brandt rolled on a condom then moved over her, spreading her legs. Settling between her thighs, he began easing his cock inside of her, stretching her. When he felt her hymen, he pushed through then stilled, giving her time to adjust. Nolen murmured softly in her ear, telling her how beautiful and sexy she was, how lucky they were to have her. When Brandt began moving inside of her, she found that it didn’t hurt. As he entered her over and over again, she lifted her hips.
Nolen pinched and rolled her nipples as Brandt plunged into her harder and faster. Her body began to burn and as Brandt thrust into her one last time she came. Nolen kissed her next and stroked her body, bringing her down from her high.
She began to shift so she could sit up, but Nolen stopped her.
“Wait a minute, sweetheart. Let Brandt clean you up.”
Sure enough, his brother slipped from her body and rose from the bed, returning a moment later with a warm wet rag. He wiped the blood from her thighs then returned to the bathroom.
“My turn now, sweetheart,” Nolen said. “Unless you’re too sore?”
She shook her head, but she wasn’t sure she’d survive a fourth orgasm. Could she even have another one? Nolen turned and lifted her so she was straddling him. He quickly rolled a condom down his hard shaft and slowly, he lowered her onto his cock. She felt the bed dip and then Brandt’s hands were on her hips.
“I’m going to help you move,” Brandt said softly.
She tipped her head back and rested it on his chest, her hands splayed on Nolen’s chest. She rocked her hips back and forth, loving the feel of Nolen’s hard cock inside of her. Brandt helped her move, creating a delicious friction. Nolen cupped her breasts and played with her nipples. Feeling brave, she reached between her legs and fingered her sensitive clit.
Nolen grinned. “That’s so hot!”
She bit her lip and worked her clit faster. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, she went flying, soaring to heights she’d never dreamed of before. She felt her inner walls clench and release Nolen’s cock, and then he was exploding inside of her.
She slumped over his chest, feeling spent, her limbs like jelly. Brandt and Nolen had surpassed her dreams. Being with them was wonderful.
She felt Brandt move away and a minute later he was back with a fresh rag in his hand. He lifted her from Nolen and cleaned her. When Nolen rose from the bed, Brandt tossed the cloth to him. Pulling Falan into his arms, he cuddled her close.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m wonderful.”
He smiled and kissed her. “Now there can be no doubt you’re ours.”

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Book Spotlight: Night’s Embrace by Jessica Coulter Smith

Night’s Embrace by Jessica Coulter Smith

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BLURB:
Annabel is ready to give herself to Poe, body and soul. But will he accept her offer?

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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I stood and pressed against his body, quivering from head to toe. Whether it was from the bitter cold or from desire, I couldn’t tell. But I wanted him. I knew it with every fiber of my being. Knew I wanted him on a level that terrified me; wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything in my life.
He broke the kiss and pressed my head to his chest. Silence reined where a heartbeat should have been. It was a little disconcerting, but I found I didn’t really care. He made me feel things I had never felt in my entire life. Whether or not he had a heartbeat was inconsequential. The man who had the power to take life also had the power to give my life back to me, and that was far too intriguing to let a little thing like a heartbeat get in the way. If a kiss could make me feel so much, what would it feel like to make love to him?
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Annabel. What’s yours?”
I felt him smile against my hair. “Poe.”
I tipped my head back and looked him incredulously. “Poe? Seriously?”
He chuckled. “Alexander Poe Augustine Ramsley at your service,” he said with a nod of his head.
“That’s quite a mouthful.”
“Which is why I go by Poe.”
I found it humorous that my name came from a poem by Edgar Allan Poe, while a man named Poe stood in front of me. Had our meeting been preordained? My mother would have said it was just a coincidence, but I liked to believe it was fate. I believed that everything happened for a reason. Well, most of the time. There were some things I thought should never happen, no matter the reason.
“I’m Annabel Lee Westin.”
Merriment twinkled in his eyes. “’But we loved with a love that was more than a love — I and my Annabel Lee.’”
I grinned. It wasn’t the first time I’d had part of the poem quoted to me, but it was different coming from Poe. His tone was teasing and light, different from what I’d experienced in the past. It made me feel as if I were part of an inside joke, part of something special.
“In case you’ve forgotten, the poem doesn’t end well,” I reminded him. “She dies in the conclusion.”
The humor left his face and he stared at me intently. “Everyone does. Some sooner than others, but in the end the result is the same. All living things must come to a close. It’s simply the natural order of things.”
He seemed sad and I wanted to take away his pain, much like he had taken away mine. Rising up on my tiptoes, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him again, pressing my body against his. As he kissed me back, he walked me backward until my back was against the cool, rocky wall of the cavern. I felt his arousal against my stomach and felt myself grow wet with need. Heat curled low in my belly and I squirmed, wanting to feel him inside me.
The warmth from our previous kiss was even more intense and enveloped my whole body, making me feel as if I were burning from the inside out. As my lips met his, and my tongue slid into his mouth, I felt his fangs brush against me. A shiver of excitement raked me from head to toe and I deepened the kiss, wanting even more.

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Fallen Lovers 1: Roman!

Excerpt Rating (PG-13), Tris Convo

Genre: Paranormal, Interracial

ISBN: 9781936751099

Novella

Blurb:

Can a mere woman heal a fallen angel’s wounds?

Author Tristina Deveroux has been dreaming of a man—a tall, dark, sexy man whose nightly visits bring her to a fever pitch. But come morning, she always awakens agitated and unsatisfied—and alone. When her agent suggests a writer’s getaway in Scotland, Tristina can’t resist the chance to gain a little distance, hoping a change of scene will help her escape the dreams…

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He stilled above her, letting out a guttural cry. The room grew brighter. In awe, Tristina observed wings growing out of his back. Large wings, covered in black and silver feathers. He began to glow with an unearthly light.

When he pulled away, the room began to dim. Sadness weighed in his eyes. “I’ll miss you.”

The room rippled, her vision becoming hazy. “No, don’t go yet. Please, don’t go.” Tears slipped down her cheeks as a loud, blaring sound came out of the distance.

Tristina awoke with a start.

Her body hurt. Groaning, she rolled over and winced. She could barely keep her eyes open, she was so exhausted. Like all the other nights since the dreams began, she’d felt as if she’d just had sex. She buried her head in her pillow and let out a soft scream.

“This can’t go on.” Reluctantly she got out of bed and showered. As she prepared breakfast, her thoughts drifted toward the dream. For the first time in months, she had seen his face. Her body trembled as she remembered the blue of his eyes, his carved jaw, the lips that had been kissing her for so long. She groaned, willing the arousal to stop. He felt so familiar and yet was a stranger to her.

At first she thought she had been going crazy; now she just accepted her dream lover as a figment of her sex-starved imagination. Her legs shook just remembering the ways he took her, with the toys and without. Closing her eyes, she drew in a deep breath and blew it out. “I’m losing my mind. He doesn’t exist. No man like that could possibly exist.”

Disappointment set in, making the room seem too big. A chill hung in the air. The shrill ring of her phone jarred her from her thoughts. Reaching over, she picked up the cordless receiver and hit talk. “What?”

“Is that how you answer your phone in the morning? What if I were the president or something?”

“Morning, Chell. What’s up?” Tris grabbed her toast, carefully smearing each slice with peanut butter and strawberry jam.

“I’ve booked you for a writer’s vacation. Guess where.”

“The moon?” Tris responded putting one slice on top of the other before taking a bite.

“You are not funny. I booked you a nice little cabin in Scotland.”

“Uh, I’m in deadline hell. I’ve got the final round of edits to get through. I can’t possibly do this.”

“And why not?” Chelley asked indignantly.

“’Cause I’ll want to shop, sightsee, check in with friends. Too much to do. I’ll get frazzled.”

“Tough. I signed you up already. It will be fun. You’ll be all alone with the Scottish countryside for inspiration. You can edit and write.”

“That’s not a vacation,” Tris pointed out.

“That’s why I said a writer’s vacation. Don’t you pay attention? Those dreams you’ve been telling me about have been driving you crazy. Getting out of town with a change of scenery might help you in more ways than one.”

“Okay, fine. When do I leave?” Tris took another bite of her sandwich.

“In a few weeks. You know what to pack. I’ll meet you at your place. I’m emailing you the details right now. Let me know if you don’t get them. My email has been screwing up lately.”

Tris rolled her eyes. “When is it ever running smoothly? Okay, I’ll try to get as much done as possible and pack. Talk to you later.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Also, as your best friend it is my job to find you a man while we’re there.”

“Chell,” Tris whined.

“No complaining. We’re going to find you a man even if it kills me. Tootles.”

Chelley hung up and Tris bowed her head. “I need to buy myself a new best friend.”

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Sunday Snippet: 04/06/14

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Series: Dragon New Year: Dragons at Midnight

Genre: Paranormal, Interracial, Ménage, Dragons

ISBN: 9781936751990

Novella

Blurb:

Tiger shifter Louisa thought she’d ring in the New Year all alone little did she knew that three, sexy, younger dragon shifters plan on making sure she celebrates things right. Add a little steam, some dragon shifters with a dirty mind and some creative use of furniture and you’ve got the perfect party for four.

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Excerpt:

Tor ghosted his lips along her inner thigh before lapping up one side of her slit and down the other. Pleasure doubled within her. The men kissed, sucked and nipped at her flesh, teasing her sex and breasts. The moved away at once and picked her up, laying her down on a towel-covered table before Brent cuffed her wrists again. Fletch held her arms overhead as she was stretched out on the tabletop like an offering to the men.

Tor pushed open her legs and climbed up onto the table and kissed his way up her body. She groaned and tried to maneuver toward him. Brent and Fletch held her down by her shoulders. She let out a sound of frustration. “Please,” she begged. Brent and Fletch answered her plea with kisses on her shoulders, moving in unison down her arms and sides before kissing their way up her stomach. They sucked and nipped her flesh. Waves of pain and pleasure merged into a single, blinding shard as Tor ate at her pussy with delicate bites and laps.

Pressure built within her as her heart thundered in her head. Her body wasn’t her own as she became overwhelmed by sensation. The men covered her body with their mouths and hands. Fire consumed her as her inner feline clawed and screamed within, demanding to be fucked, sated. Her hands fisted in their hair. Silken strands slipped between her fingers, and she gripped tight. Tor flicked her clit, teasing the aching bundle of nerves with quick touches and slow pulls of his lips. She moaned as her orgasm built, the pressure increasing with each tug of Brent’s and Fletch’s mouths on her breasts and Tor’s nips. They took their time teasing and taunting her. Her moans pierced the air as she drew closer to the cliff.

“Gods, yes, please, more,” she groaned as she rocked her hips against Tor’s mouth. He gripped her legs, holding her to the table as Brent and Fletcher moved away from her breasts. She mourned the loss. “Where…”

Brent covered her lips with his before replying, “Shhh, it’s okay. We’ll be back.”

Tor continued to eat her out, licking up and down her slit, pausing to circle and tease her dripping entrance before dipping inside to give her just a bit before returning to her clit. Her vaginal walls clenched as moisture coated her thighs and his lips. Tor moved away from her pussy, leaving her hanging on the edge of coming with no stimulation to help her along. She growled. “Get back here.”

“We’re not done with you.” Tor moved up her body and placed a kiss on her lips before pulling away.

Fletch returned and lifted her hips while Brent slid a pillow under her. Brent spread her legs wide and tied them to chairs. He held up a cell phone and a small cup of ice. With a wicked grin he turned on the phone. The electronic device began to vibrate. “Now, whatever you do, don’t come. No matter what we do to you or how close you are. And if you do, you get punished.” His smiled widened, and she swore his canines had gotten longer and sharper. A shiver of fear and need traced its way down her spine.

She wasn’t sure she could do that. Louisa wasn’t the type of person to hold back when it came to sex. It was either be uninhibited or stop everything. She wasn’t sure she could do that. She’d read about delayed gratification but to actually do it? She bit her lip. “I can try.”

Fletch nodded. “That’s all we ask. Either way, you’ll feel good, but this time you have to hold back.”

She nodded and closed her eyes.

“Don’t close your eyes, sweetness. Watch as we pleasure you.” This came from Tor, who’d returned holding a silver bullet. If Brent’s smiled had been wicked, Tor’s look was downright evil. He held up the small device and then handed out three controllers.

Oh, goddess. All of them would have control over the vibrator. She bit her lip, not sure whether to be scared or feel as if she was going to die of pleasure. Licking her lips, she put on a bravado she didn’t feel. “Bring it on,” she spat out.

Tor smiled. “Remember, don’t come.”

“I can do that.” She tossed her head and kept her eyes on him. Easier said than done, she told herself. Her inner tigress wasn’t so sure she could hold out.

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