My name is Mel Morgan and I’m a Tracker. I find people for a living. The people I help have no idea I know exactly how they feel because I’ve lost someone too. If only I could have found the one person I’ve been looking for all these years. My current case is no ordinary abduction. Before long I’m neck deep in blood magic – the worst kind. I need the help of a necromancer if I’m to free the kid. Doesn’t mean I have to like it. When sexy djinn Saleem asks for help things get a little hot to handle. But how can I say no? Dodging demons and sorcerers are just part of my day job.
“So you’ll arrest me because I spoke to a guy? Mighty protective of you, Detective.” I smiled, injecting a little charm into the turn to my lips. “I always knew there was a reason you followed me around twenty-four seven, Detective. I just never realized it was because you had the hots for me.”
A snort of laughter emanated from his dark-haired partner and I tilted my head to address him. “So who are you supposed to be? You the latest sorry sucker they found to babysit this fool?” I pointed a thumb at Fulbright who choked with fury at my words. Not that being polite to Fulbright had ever been my strong suit.
I have been a writer from the time I was old enough to recognize that reading was a doorway into my imagination. Poetry was my first foray into the art of the written word. Books were my best friends, my escape, my haven. I am essentially a recluse but this part of my personality is impossible to practise given I have two teenage daughters, who are actually my friends, my tea-makers, my confidantes… I am blessed with a husband who has left me for golf. It’s a fair trade as I have left him for writing. We are both passionate supporters of each other’s loves – it works wonderfully…
My heart is currently broken in two. One half resides in South Africa where my old roots still remain, and my heart still longs for the endless beaches and the smell of moist soil after a summer downpour. My love for Ma Afrika will never fade. The other half of me has been transplanted to the Land of the Long White Cloud. The land of the Taniwha, beautiful Maraes, and volcanoes. The land of green, pure beauty that truly inspires. And because I am so torn between these two lands – I shall forever remain cross-eyed.
Set before Everlasting, the addicting start to the Night Watchmen Series, The Gramm Curse is a novella told from Jaxen Gramm’s perspective.
How far is one willing to go for love?
Before finding a love that shakes the entire foundation of his world, Jaxen Gramm only had his Witch, Jezibelle Beaumont, to worry about. He’s her Hunter, and he will do whatever it takes to keep her safe from the curse placed on his bloodline, even if it means keeping her far from his heart.
But when a spell is offered that has the power to remove the curse, temptation clouds the ethical judgment of the Gramm brothers and their Witches.
In this action-packed novella, enter the dark recesses of Jaxen’s mind as he battles with himself over a decision that could not only cost him his life, but the life of fellow Coven members. Reunite with Gavin, Cassie, Mack, and Jezi as they dance around the dangers of a civil war on the brink of beginning.
GENRE: Paranormal Romance
Candace Knoebel is the award-winning author of Born in Flames-a young adult fantasy trilogy.
Published by 48fourteen in 2012, Born in Flames went on to win Turning the Pages Book of the Year award in February of 2013. Embracing the Flames, the second in the trilogy, is scheduled for release in the summer of 2013.
Candace Knoebel discovered through lunch breaks and late nights after putting her kids to bed, a world where she could escape the ever-pressing days of an eight to five Purgatory. Since then, she crawled out of Purgatory and has devoted her time to writing and sometimes heelying.
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Red mirrored scales race up my arms as the haze of pain blurs my vision. My bones crack, breaking to realign. I scream. It is then that the realization of my unavoidable fate sinks in; I am of a dying race. I am dragon.
Aurora Megalos, orphaned and teetering on the edge of adulthood, thought finding her past would curb the sting of being an outcast. Having no memories of the time before she awoke on her foster mother’s doorstep, she yearns for the emptiness inside her to be filled. With her fellow orphaned best friend, Fenn, by her side, she has nothing to lose and everything to gain. But something powerful stirred within her that she couldn’t explain. Something wanted out.
In the dark of night, a crazed Seer, dubbed Mr.Creepy, erases everything she’s ever known with an impending prophecy. She now faces two paths. Return to her true home to protect a dying race against a growing evil, or stay hidden in the safety of our realm with a shot at a true love. With a vengeful Arch Enemy stopping at nothing to see her dead, she’s running out of time; a decision must be made. What would you choose?
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What if your destiny lay on the other side of death?
The annual Culling ceremony is a day every coming-of-age novice looks forward to within the Primeval Coven. It’s the start to being initiated into the Night Watchmen, humankind’s protectors, and it’s the long-awaited day when novices discover if they’re a Hunter or a Witch.
But this day is not a happy one for Faye Middleton. Not when she’s known her whole life that she’s a Defect and is about to face banishment in front of her fellow novices. She’s forced to attend the Culling with little hope for her future, but what she discovers about herself is far worse than she could’ve imagined. And far more dangerous.
Thrown into training and separated from her friends, Faye must learn to adjust. She struggles to find her place within the Coven, and with Jaxen Gramm, the darkly handsome and extremely unnerving man assigned to watch and protect her. Emotions run high, and when she discovers a deadly secret about him, her struggles deepen. As corruption within the Coven begins to unravel, Faye pieces together her role in saving the future of her people, and within Jaxen’s life…but will the truth save her, or be her undoing?
GENRE: Paranormal Romance
Everlasting Teasers
From Chapter 3
“This way,” Nathaniel says from the side of the stage. We’re like cows being herded into individual pens to await sacrifice. There are closed-in cubicles constructed backstage, and each of us is placed in one without a word of guidance or encouragement.
“Wait a second,” I say as I try to scan down the row one last time for Katie, but I’m shoved into my cubicle and the door shuts, enclosing me in between four confining walls with only the light of a lamp. I drag my hands down the fabric of the walls until I fall down into my seat. I tug on my braid again and again and again. Calm down. Breathe. Calm down. I chant this over and over again, imagining that Katie’s the one who’s coaching me. I shut my eyes and am back in her room. The scent of her perfume overwhelms the small space, but instead of making me sneeze, it comforts me. It makes my imagined state more real.
I hear loud clapping coming from off the stage and know someone must’ve just gone. They obviously weren’t a Defect. No one wants a Defect at their ceremony. A voice shouts, “Let’s go, Todd Jenson. It’s time to meet your partner.” I wonder if it was Katie on stage. I wonder if he’s her partner. I wonder this through eighteen more times worth of clapping and cheering and name calling. Anytime now, they’ll open my door and force me to stand before the crowd, force me to touch the quartz, force me to face my peers in shame. If they deem me a Defect, I’ll be the first this Culling, and most likely the only.
I twist my hands into knots and think about my parents. They have to be out there by now. I’m going to walk out there and they’re going to be in the front row smiling. I open my eyes. Four walls. They’re closing in on me. They’re suffocating me. I have to get out.
“Faye Middleton?” The door opens and air rushes in. I draw sharply on it as the cheering continues. Another novice and her new partner walk off stage. It’s the girl with black hair. She’s coyly looking at him from under her lashes. He looks pissed.
Nathaniel guides me forward, and I want to yank my arm from him. I want to tell him I left my courage back in that cubicle, but I don’t. I can’t. My lips are glued shut by fear. My knees have turned into two extremities of doubt, and I know I’m going to fall. I’m going to forget how to speak.
Steel blue eyes find mine from across the stage. Elder Maddock. He bows ever so slightly in my direction, his eyes seeking past my outer appearance. I wonder if he knows who I am. He has to. I stop right before him and feel like a bird trapped in a cage. I can’t escape the thousands of eyes studying me. I can’t escape the hundreds of assumptions building me into something I’m not.
“Faye Middleton,” he says, his voice eager and curious. There’s a friendly lightness in his voice I don’t expect, a sound that makes me feel safe and comfortable under his gaze. He has thick, golden brown hair combed neatly over to the side and back, showing off the squared planes of his face. He looks much younger than he should, but older than my father. “Are you ready to begin?”
I turn to the crowd and scan desperately for my parents. Eyes. There are so many eyes. Too many. They form together, creating an awful monster that wants to swallow me whole. I can’t find them. The eyes have hidden them from me. I’m all alone. I try to swallow, but my mouth is so dry. I bite the inside of my cheek, curbing the need to release tears.
The Witch standing next to him says, “Faye, he asked you a question.”
I take in a tight breath and force myself to look away and back at Maddock. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, my stomach twisting a little tighter.
He pretends not to notice the panic I’m sure my face is masked in and offers me the kindest, most patient smile. “Everyone is nervous on the day of the Culling,” he says knowingly. “I was a wreck the day of mine.”
Polite laughter comes from the audience, and I feel myself relax just enough so that I can breathe again.
He offers me a small wink…a knowing sort of wink, and says, “Your parents will be proud.” He says these words carefully, evenly, and I know he’s trying to tell me something. They’re okay? He’s aware of who I am. “So are you ready to begin?”
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From Chapter 10
“Come here,” he says, his tone low, husky. My heart flaps harder, wilder. He’s looking straight into the mirror. I want to be that mirror looking back at him, drowning in his eyes and words of want. His back is a mountain of lean, cut muscles. His fists are pressed against the counter, held tight and firm. Thick veins stick out from under his skin, just waiting for my fingers to trail over.
I find myself just a step away from him, my heart hammering against my chest. I don’t know why. He’s helping me, nothing more, so why do I feel so lightheaded and flushed inside? Why does my skin crave for his touch, a touch that’s sure to come, even if full of innocence?
He moves just enough to fit me in between him and the counter. I swallow down my nerves and stand in front of him, resting a hand against the marbled countertop to help stabilize me. I try not to notice the tension in his body, the way his eyes close when my leg brushes against his, the way he licks his lips when our faces come just a breath’s length away from each other.
His eyes open, and he holds me with his gaze. He allows me to see past his titanium wall. In front of him, gazing into his endless, green eyes, I know I could fall at any moment, physically and emotionally, and this scares the hell out of me. I barely know him, yet, I feel like I’ve known him forever.
He reaches behind me and turns the hot water on. He’s so close, so unbelievably close, my fingers almost slip out from under me. There’s no steadying my heart, no taming my breathing as he waits for the
water to heat before wetting the towel. He lifts his other hand, and it hovers next to my waist like he’s waiting for something; a sign, an approval. I close my eyes, breathe in, and then his hand drifts down my waist where it comes to rest on top of my hip.
My breathing stops, along with my heart. My muscles clench with want. I curse the material between my skin and his hand. I want to give in to whatever delirium has taken over my rational thinking.
He gently pushes me back against the counter. The back of my legs bump against it, stopping me as he closes the distance between us. The way his body ever so slightly presses against mine ignites a flame inside of me, burning and aching for more of his touch. His hand lifts, slightly shaking, and then brushes the hair from my face until it comes to rest at the base of my neck. He’s a pyromancer, controlling and building the fire within me. The firmness of his grip sends heat to places I’ve never felt heat before.
His eyes lock on mine. His other hand lifts, bringing the towel just to the edge of my lip where the cut is. I wince when he presses it against my mouth and squeeze my eyes shut. Shut the pain off, I tell myself. I had during the fight without even trying. I open my eyes again and focus on the color of his, the deep evergreen color that displays wisdom. He’s looking down at my mouth, still wiping away blood. His eyes brush mine again, and then move to the cut on the side of my eyebrow.
My heart feels like it could drift away at any moment with all the fluttering. There’s such a gentleness about him, a kindness that has yet to be shown, and yet, here he is, showing it to me, to someone who had brought this upon herself.
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About The Author
Candace Knoebel is the award-winning author of Born in Flames-a young adult fantasy trilogy.
Published by 48fourteen in 2012, Born in Flames went on to win Turning the Pages Book of the Year award in February of 2013. Embracing the Flames, the second in the trilogy, is scheduled for release in the summer of 2013.
Candace Knoebel discovered through lunch breaks and late nights after putting her kids to bed, a world where she could escape the ever-pressing days of an eight to five Purgatory. Since then, she crawled out of Purgatory and has devoted her time to writing and sometimes heelying.
Author Lynn Richards has written a variety of Adult Romance Novels. Her reads come in such genres as Erotic, Paranormal, BBW, and BDSM. Novels contain mature content and recommended for persons 18+ or over in age.
3 GIRLS AND AN ORGASM
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Publication Date: December 4, 2013
3 GIRLS AND AN ORGASM
Under His Control – Book 1 Rebecca Dawson’s day couldn’t get any worse, could it?
Backing out of a parking space in an underground garage, she puts a dent in a perfectly restored black BMW. Her first thought was to keep on driving. She couldn’t afford the repair bill or the hike in her insurance premiums. But her conscience wouldn’t allow her to just walk away. She reported the accident and waited to face the consequences. Why?
Because Rebecca always obeyed the rules.
Quinton Sanders had a little ‘kink’ to his personality. He enjoyed teaching a woman what she wanted, and how he wanted her. Trouble was, the last woman he’d wanted hadn’t learned to obey all the rules.
Thankfully fate intervened and he got a second chance with the woman he loved and longed to pleasure.
He had her Under His Control.
WARNING: This book contains material intended for mature audiences only.
This is an erotic novella of approximately 18+ pages
EXCERPT:
Quinton finally had the woman he loved exactly where he wanted her. Well, not exactly where he wanted her. He wanted her in his cottage by the lake where they could have complete privacy and he could have access to all his instruments of pleasure. There was so much he wanted to introduce her to.
Everything at the cottage and in the office was brand new, bought and installed just days before she had walked away from him. He’d wanted everything fresh and untainted, just like he envisioned their life together.
He stood behind her, rubbing her shoulders as she started to twist and turn. “Shhh, sweetheart.”
Rebecca’s fear and anticipation made her struggle all the more. “I do not want this, you sonofabitch. I never wanted this.”
God, she was lying. She’d always wanted this, but never dared admit it to any of her partners in the past. She was not promiscuous. In fact she was very selective, always searching for that
exclusive something. For the man who would take control of her body and give her what she wanted, dominance by a man. She knew that man was Quinton.
Tugging at the chains that held her captive, she glared at him. “Since when do you have to tie your women up?”
“You know why I tie my women up, Becky. You know why I need to tie you up.”
A wave of heat spread through her body, settling low, preparing her for him and what he was about to do to her body.
“You know I would never hurt you.”
That was true. She trusted Quinton more than she’d ever trusted any man.
But trusting him and being mad as hell were two different things. She tried to twist around and knee him in groin.
Chuckling he stopped her movement, squeezing her leg tightly in warning. He turned her away from him and widened his legs to box her in and prevent any movement. He stroked her arms, running his hands across her shoulders, down her back then around the front of her body. He squeezed the abundance of her breasts. Posed as she was, her chest wall stretched, forcing her heavy breasts to be almost perky. She jerked at the chains.
“Don’t struggle. I don’t want to tie your feet. You need some flexibility for what I want to do to you.”
If you liked Under His Control, finish the adventure with Pleasuring Tara, Taken by Force and Delighting Daisy
Tara Price exuded composure and confidence in her job as a paralegal to the handsome and sexy Noah Greyson, even when he failed to see her as anything other than an office accessory. But she had her fantasies. Her hot, wild, panty-drenching fantasies…
Noah Greyson made it a practice to never mix business with pleasure. But he was finding it hard – in more ways than one–to keep his mind, and his hands, off of his new paralegal. When he discovers her panties in the office bathroom, the scrap of lace forces him to take a chance on pleasuring Tara.
This is an erotica short story of 18+ pages
WARNING: This material is intended for mature audiences only. This books contains hot office sex between a boss and his assistant
EXCERPT:
“What…what do you want me to do?”
Loosening his tie, he shed it quickly then efficiently flicked opened the buttons of his white dress shirt. He shrugged out of it and it followed the tie to the floor. Tara could hardly draw a breath. His chest was sculpted perfection, covered in a smattering of dark curls that arrowed downward to disappear beneath his belt.
“Take off your panties, please.”
Tara was beyond thinking about how surreal the situation was. She had the man of her dreams asking her to remove clothing and she wasn’t about to question it. Letting go of the desk, she inched her short skirt up, enjoying the way Noah’s eyes followed the progression as her skin was exposed.
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Want to finish the series? Look for Under His Control, Taken by Force and Delighting Daisy
Big girls don’t cry – they stand their ground, even when it’s on unfamiliar territory. Beth Ann Sorenson is a trained paralegal – not a lowly gofer. Being sent to find a file in the office storage annex wasn’t in her job description. When her sexy boss shows up unexpectedly, she gives him a piece of her mind. But when he backs her up against the filing cabinet, that’s not at all she wants to give him.
High-powered attorney, Mike Delacorte was juggling his day job while working undercover for the FBI. He’d agreed to infiltrate a gang of bank robbers and help take them down. He hadn’t counted on his sassy, sexy, and oh-so-curvy paralegal getting caught in the crossfire. Now he had to claim her to keep her safe.
What was a good guy to do when he had his every dream tied to a bed and at his mercy?
Anything he wants.
WARNING: This title is intended or mature audiences only.
This is a short novella of approximately 12,000 words
It includes sexual submission, light dominance, a curvy sassy heroine, and a red hot hero.
EXCERPT
As he let go, he bit her, making the skin sting, marking her. He took her mouth before she could protest.
His tongue scrapped against her teeth.
“Wider. Open your mouth wider.”
He thrust inside again.
“Open your goddamn mouth wider so I can taste you.”
“Don’t -“
He did.
Kiss her that is. Taking advantage of the moment, he thrust all the way, feeling like he was touching the back of her throat. Time for that later. He gripped her head, holding her still as he ravaged her mouth. Grinding his pelvis into hers, he humped.
He pulled her away from the cabinet and crushed her in his arms. One hand held her head against his shoulder as he continued to torture her ear, the other gathered the skirt of her dress, bunching it, searching for her panties so he could pull them down her legs.
Her butt cheek was bare and he growled. Holy, shit. His fantasy come true.
Just as his fingers touched the lace of her thong, a buzz from the outer office sounded, altering him to the fact that someone had stepped inside.
This is book 3 in the triology 3 Girls and An Orgasm
Look for Under His Control, Pleasuring Tara and bonus story Delighting Daisy (Top 100 Erotica Romance in the Kindle Store)
Daisy Lambert knew she wasn’t the type of woman to garner many second glances. She was what her friends called “well padded”. Yet somehow she’s suddenly caught the eyes of her fantasy man–well muscled FBI agent Gideon Sinclair.
Gideon was tired of sleeping his way through the female population. But he doesn’t just want a loving wife – he wants an adventurous partner. Someone willing to walk on the wild side of love. And he knows just the woman.
When his demands on the curvy beauty are met with willing submission, will he be the one surrendering his heart
WARNING: Intended for Mature Audiences only. This book contains submission, dominance, spanking and some very interesting uses of an ice cube…
EXCERPT:
“Come here.” He hadn’t straightened from his relaxed position against the door, but she could
hear the steel in his voice.
She tried to speak again, but couldn’t. Well, what did you say when the man of your fantasies told you he wanted you, then ordered you into his arms?
Apparently stand there like a dunce because Daisy didn’t move.
Couldn’t.
“I told you I was going to have you. Now come here.”
She knew she must have the doe-in-the-headlight look on her face, because he smiled. Like a hunter about to pounce on his prey.
“Did that make your panties wet, Daisy?”
If only he knew.
She didn’t know what to do. Yeah, she could order him out and she was pretty certain if she sounded convincing enough he’d turn around and leave without a word. Trouble was, she didn’t think she’d sound convincing. All she wanted to do was walk into his arms.
“If you make me come to you, I’ll have to punish you for disobeying me.” This time he did straighten but neither made a move toward the other.
“Last chance, Daisy. If you don’t come here, I’m going to paddle that big, luscious ass of yours until it’s bright red.”
She groaned and clenched the edge of the credenza to keep from falling into a boneless heap against the floor.
“If that’s the way you want it.” He took a step toward her, then another. “I’m real glad you want it that way, baby. Cause I like nothing better than making my woman obey.”
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This book is approximately 7,000 and the bonus story to the trilogy containing Under His Control, Pleasuring Tara and Taken by Force
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Macy Trent was a chubby girl but that didn’t mean she obeyed anybody’s rules but her own.That is, until her drop-dead gorgeous boss blackmailed her into submitting to his willBought by the Texas Billionaire is Part 1 of Macy and Logan’s discovery. . .of each other
WARNING: For mature audiences only – contains elements of discipline, submission, dominance, hot sex and . . . romance
EXCERPT (FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY)
“I want to teach you how to behave.” His eyes were half closed and the atmosphere in the room shifted. They both knew he was not offering to send her to a seminar on customer service.
She tried not to gape at him like a landed fish. Did he mean what she thought he meant? She never imaged he was a dominant. Not that she knew exactly what that meant. And she certainly never
imagined he’d ask her to be his submissive. He had beautiful women coming and going in and out of his life so fast she was surprised he didn’t have a revolving door in his bedroom.
“You want to tie me up and spank me?” She couldn’t control the sarcasm and didn’t even try
“I definitely want to spank you, Miss Trent.”
The graphic image evoked by his quietly spoken words caused her thighs to clench and she tried not to visibly squirm on the chair. She’d thought of her boss often in those terms, but never in her wildest dreams did she ever think that he ever thought about her. “Would we…where would we, uh, go?
“Do you have visions of crossbars and chains Miss Trent? Submission and domination is not about inflicting pain. To me it is about control.”
“I know.” Macy snorted indelicately. “Men want to control women, especially when they’re having sex.” She couldn’t believe she could sit here with her boss and talk about the subject of sex as casually as if they were discussing the weather.
“Tisk, tisk, Miss Trent. Sex itself is control. Men decide when and where sex is going to take place. During the prelude and the act itself we decide when and where to touch you. Whether we fondle your breasts or see how wet you are. We tell you when to spread your legs and we decide how hard we’re going to pound our dicks inside you. Stroke after stroke.”
She couldn’t control the blush staining her cheeks. Just thinking of him doing all those things to her made her panties wet.
This was definitely not what she’d expected when he’d called her into his office.
“Nothing to say? A first for you, Miss Trent.”
As her lips parted to speak, he held up a finger. “Don’t spoil it now. You dress in those baggy suits and dresses because you’re uncomfortable with your body.”
Damn straight, she agreed silently. She wore a size eighteen. Most women were not comfortable in a body that size.
“I want to teach you about your body. I want to show you what you can endure and what drives you crazy. I want you to submit. To me.”
FOLLOW MACY AS SHE ENTERS THE WORLD OF DOMINATION AND SUBMISSION…
LET YOUR HEART MELT WHEN LOGAN DISCOVERS THE TRUE MEANING OF LOVE
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Part 2: Branded By The Texas Billionaire
Part 3: Bound By The Texas Billionaire
Book 2
Branded by the Billionaire
Synopsis
Publication Date: December 29, 2012
Oh my God what have I done?That’s Macy Trent’s first thought upon waking and finding herself in Logan Quinn’s bed. As memories of the night before – and her wanton behavior – come flooding back, Macy realizes last night wasn’t her biggest regret, it was falling in love with her drop dead gorgeous boss.Logan knows being a Dom is all about maintaining control. So why does his curvy secretary make him want to break his own rules?
Branded by the Texas Billionaire is Part 2 of Macy’s and Logan’s journey of discovery
Read Bought by the Texas Billionaire to find out how it all began…
This is an erotic short story meant for mature audiences only. Approximately 64 pages.
Part 3 of Billionaire Domination – Bound by the Texas BillionaireFind out what happens when a good little submissive makes her dominant lose control…Come join Logan and Macy for the end of their incredibly erotic journey and find out if it leads to a happily-ever-after.
Macy Trent was a chubby girl but that didn’t mean she obeyed anybody’s rules but her own. That is, until her drop-dead gorgeous boss blackmailed her into submitting to his will. She agrees to spend the weekend with Logan and obey his every command.Twenty four hours later…Oh my God what have I done?That’s Macy first thought upon waking and finding herself in Logan Quinn’s bed. As memories of the night before – and her wanton behavior – come flooding back, Macy realizes last night wasn’t her biggest regret, it was falling in love with her drop dead gorgeous boss.
Logan’s curvy assistant is sarcastic, willful, and deliberately disobedient and he’s had enough of her attitude. He knows the only way to get her out of his system is to make her submit. He also knows being a Dom is all about maintaining control. So why does his curvy secretary make him want to break his every rule?
Come join Logan and Macy on their incredibly erotic journey and find out what happens when a good little submissive makes her dominant lose control…
WARNING: For mature audiences only – contains elements of discipline, submission, dominance, hot sex and . . . romance
EXCERPT:
“Strip.”
Macy jumped at the commanding tone of his voice, disarmed by the sudden change in his demeanor. Last night he’d been tender, almost caring, taking her until she begged him to stop. He hadn’t, of course. He’d teased and tormented her, but there had been no cold demands. Nor had she felt that he was emotionally absent. As he was now. This was Logan in full blown Dom mode.
She removed her clothes slowly, her jeans and blouse, then her bra and the matching green thong.
“Come here.” He took her hand and led her further into the room. Within minutes she was positioned in the harness to his satisfaction. He removed his clothes in short order then stepped back to look at her.
“Relax, Macy.” He was so close she could feel the warmth radiating off his skin. The room was cooler than the rest of the apartment and the slight chill made her nipples tighten. His playroom was chilly, deliberately she knew.
His voice was low and deep, commanding. He was deeply into the dominate mode. His grey eyes had darkened, taking on an almost black hue in his excitement. He was incredibly aroused, his breathing shallow and uneven, as if he were forcing himself to maintain control.
The fact that he was as turned on as she was made her shiver with anticipation. She knew a dom/sub relationship was all about control. She’d learned that much. What had taken her some time to understand was that most of the control was in her hands. She wondered if Logan realized she understood that now. Was that why he was pushing her so hard tonight?
The harness swayed slightly as he stepped behind her.
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Santa Claus is coming to town…Maybe he is, but Zoey wants more than some mythological figure sliding down her chimney—she needs a real man and she’s tired of waiting. But big girls like Zoey don’t get the sexy hunk and the happily-ever-after.Or do they?
Nick Strong had been attracted to his best friend’s little sister from the first moment he’d laid eyes on her. But she was off limits so he’d kept his distance. Until this year when David begs him to do a favor and keep Zoey from being lonely since she can’t get home for the holidays.
Would David approve of his method for making sure the curvaceous beauty didn’t wake up alone on Christmas morning?
This is a short erotic story of approximately 9,500 words
WARNING: This material is intended for mature audiences only. It contains explicit language, holiday romance and a happy-ever-after.
EXCERPT:
It was four days before Christmas and he had accomplished what David wanted – Zoey would not be alone for the Christmas holidays. He just hoped his best friend would understand when he found out how Nick planned on fulfilling his promise.
On his way to her apartment, he’d stopped and bought another bouquet of roses along with a bottle of wine. He didn’t know what they’d be having for dinner, but he knew for a fact what he planned on having for dessert.
Zoey spread out before him with the wine running in rivulets across her breasts and down her mound. He wanted nothing more than to lick her from head to toe and taste all those sweet places in between.
She greeted him at the door dressed in a tight pair of jeans clinging to her bottom like a loving hand. Her sweater was made of a light weight knit with a layered collar and a neckline that plunged down the middle of her chest, revealing the sides of her breasts. If she had on a bra, he could detect no sign of it.
“So are you ready for this pity date?”
Nick stepped across the threshold and backed her against the wall before the words left her mouth. “Let me make one thing perfectly clear. This is not a pity date. This is a date with a man who finds you very, very attractive. Understand?”
He moved closer, allowing her to feel the affect she was having on him. He’d spent every day since David had asked him to look up his baby sister in a constant state of arousal.
Her eyes widened and he almost rethought his whole plan. This was David’s little sister. A woman who was almost ten years his junior. A woman who probably had very limited experience in the bedroom. He knew she hadn’t dated much before college, and he’d only ever heard of one serious relationship during college. Granted, he’d tried not to listen to the details about her life, but he was pretty certain David, being the overprotective big brother that he was, would have told him all about it.
“Any more questions?” Looking at her flushed face and beautiful brown eyes he realized he’d been a stupid, stupid man not to have pursued this attraction years ago.
BEAUTY AND THE WOLF
Sophie Abbot was a voluptuous woman and she was happy with her life. Most days. She had a good family, a job she enjoyed and one crazy-assed best friend. The one small blimp on her radar of happiness was she had an incurable crush on her boss. And some issues about her size.Jake Anderson’s life was on track. He was CEO of his family’s business, dated willowy, long legged blondes and enjoyed his womanizing ways. And oh, yeah, he had the hots for his secretary’s best friend, who just happened to be his curvy, gorgeous mate. Did he forget to mention he was a wolf?WARNING: This title is intended for mature audiences only. It involves a playboy wolf who wants nothing more than to stay single. Trouble was fate had another destiny in mind. Contains spanking, light domination and a wolf who always gets his way.
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EXCERPT:
“First, you going to have to convince her you love her. You do love her, don’t you?”
Jake growled.
Robert chuckled. “That’s not going to be easy. You’re going to have to wear down her resistance. She’ll be convinced you’re only after her for sex and sex just for something new.”
Again, another frown from his son.
Robert sighed, how had his boy lived so long and not realize what made women tick. “Do I have to spell it out for you?”
Jake tossed the whiskey down in one gulp. “Apparently so,” he snapped.
“Sophie thinks you’re just bored. Trying something different in the bedroom. She doesn’t believe you find her attractive. Women have hang ups about what they look like. Skinny women want big boobs, big boobed women want small waists. Short women want to be tall,
tall women want to be short, women with curly hair-”
Jake held up a hand. “Okay, I get it. Sophie has some major hang ups because she’s not Cosmos’s body type of choice for women. She’s goddamn better looking than those skinny twigs they put on the covers.”
“Those skinny twigs are what you’ve been dating since you came to Anderson’s.
Especially the last four months. Skinny twigs no doubt Mary Ann has told her about in detail.”
“Well, shit.”
Jake motioned for another whiskey, a double this time. He told the man to keep ’em coming.
McQuade Jenner was a lone wolf.He didn’t need some antiquated idea of one mate for life messing up his perfect bachelor lifestyle. On any given night he could find a biker groupie–human or shifter–reckless enough for a one-time fling with a wolf. He could bed a woman when he felt the need and go home to the solitude he enjoyed. And that’s exactly what he’d intended to do the night Rose Spencer walked into his life–alone, wet, and trouble just waiting to happen. He’d never intended to get involved with the innocent Rose–she was a life-time commitment and McQuade didn’t do commitment. But what was a wolf protector supposed to do when the woman his wolf wanted was threatened by a low-life lion shifter?Rose Spencer wasn’t the bar-scene type. She’d never have stepped foot inside the shifter bar unless she’d been trying to protect her sister–again. When would she learn that Alice was quite capable of taking care of herself–and that she was the one suddenly in need of protection?
This is a title intended for mature audiences only and contains approximately 46,000 words.
EXCERPT:
Rose realized she’d made a grave mistake the moment she’d opened the bar’s metal door. Inside were roughly fifty men, and a handful of women. And not one of them was Alice. Why did that not surprise her? She’d probably already found a ride home, having hooked up with some other loser. Who else would she find in a biker bar?
Rose knew how to size up people, especially men. As an emergency room nurse, she’d learned that lesson quickly. Some of the men in the bar were humans but most were shifters. They were all big, bad men. And not in a sexy way. Well, maybe one of them was. The one lounging in a chair toward the back was quite possibly the handsomest man she’d ever seen—a ten in a room full of zeroes. He was smokin’ hot. The quick glance she’d had of his chiseled face and muscular arms had almost made her lose her breath. Everything about him was dark–from his hair and skin to his shirt and jeans. Not to mention the aura surrounding him. He was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome… to say nothing of dangerous.
Immediately her mind went there, wondering how all that testosterone would feel unleashed on her. She wasn’t very experienced but she wouldn’t even mind if he liked it a little rough. The thought of what else he might like sexually had her panties soaked in seconds.Lord, she wanted a bad boy just once!
NOTE
McQuade was not a story we were planning on writing. We were working on the sequel to Beauty and the Wolf – A Mate of His Heart and outlining the short for the follow-up on Leader of the Pack – Bite Me – when McQuade just showed up at our door one night. We hope you like our longest shifter story to date: McQuade: The Lone Wolf Takes A Mate
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Well, I hope yer happy, Thayer. Ye ruined all our plans. Ye know, I did all of this for us, so we could be together. Ye and I are supposed tae be together. No’ ye and some foul human,” she snapped.
“Are ye daft, woman,” I asked incredulous. “Have I no’ fuckin’ made myself clear? I have told ye in every bluidy possible way that I want nothin’ tae do with yer arse and still ye continue pushing and pulling. Now even goin’ as far as tae torture my true Mate?” I strode toward her while I spoke, even as she backed away until her back was flat against the wall with nowhere else to go.
I had never hit a woman, but this one had pushed me so far that I was seriously considering it. I grabbed her shoulders tightly before continuing, “Rosalind, ye fuckin’ bitch, I have said it a million times, and I’ll say it again. I want nothing, nothing tae do with yer skanky, conceited, and conniving self. As far as I’m concerned, ye doona even exist. Yer nothin’ but my worst nightmare come tae life. Yer dead tae me. In fact, I’ll be pissin’ on yer grave when ye finally shrivel up and die. Doona look at me like that,” I said as she smirked.
I knew she was thinking that she would never allow herself to die. “Ye will die, Rosalind. Ye will either be killed by one of the others for just being yer nasty self, or ye will have chased everyone away with yer personality that ye will be so alone and beg for death. Honestly, for the first time, I wish we did no’ have that damn law about no’ killing within our pack because,” I leaned in close to her throat, “I’m just itching to tear into yer throat and end yer miserable excuse of a life.”
I shoved her to the floor and turned to walk over to where Tevin was now holding a limp Baylee. My heart dropped as I saw her battered face streaked with tears. She was unconscious, not dead. Thank ye, God, I thought.
“Ye will regret this, Thayer,” Rosalind screamed at my back. “I know ye will come crawlin’ back tae me. Ye will grow tired of havin’ tae be so easy with her. She’s breakable, no’ half the woman ye need in the bedroom.”
I laughed as I looked over my should at how pathetic she was. How had I never seen her for what she really was before? Was I really that blinded? Surely a part of me knew what a poisonous cunt she was. “Rosalind, lass, she’s a hell of a lot more of a woman in bed than ye ever were.” She glared at me and huffed as she got back on her feet and stomped past a struggling Sloan and out the door.
Standing in front of Tevin, I held my arms out to take Baylee from him. He handed her over gently, taking care to lean her head softly against my shoulder. My eyes roamed over every part of her I could see, taking in all the bruises, cuts, and wet and dried blood covering her tiny body. A deep growl erupted from my chest as I looked over at Sloan. He did all of this to her. I wanted nothing more than to march over there and rip his head from his body, but that would be too good for him. He deserved so much pain, torturous drawn out pain.
“Ye will pay for this, Sloan. This is no’ the end. Watch yer back.”
Adjusting Baylee as gently as possible, she whimpered against my shoulder, and her face contorted with pain. I had to swallow down the cry that threatened to burst from inside me. “My poor sweet, Baylee, please stay with me. I promise I won’t let anythin’ else happen tae ye. Just please…please doona leave me,” I whispered softly against her hair.
Here is an excerpt from book two in the series, Exiled From Midnight Cove. This has not been posted before. You are the first one’s to see it. Enjoy!
I couldn’t believe my eyes. I followed Baylee’s scent to this location and saw her pressed against a building laughing and kissing Logan. I swallowed hard and blinked my eyes several times hoping against hope what I’d seen wasn’t real. My eyes had to be playing tricks on me, but my sweet Baylee was indeed in the arms of another wolf. The wolf I had entrusted her life with while I fought for mine. While I fought for us.
Anger swept through my body completely taking over all of my senses. I growled and knew my eyes were flashing. I felt my teeth lengthen, and my face contort. I narrowed my eyes as he spun around to look in my direction. There was immediate recognition in his eyes, and he was terrified. Rightfully so too because I was going to rip him to pieces until there was nothing left to identify as a person or wolf.
I briefly registered Baylee trying to get around him and him trying to keep her behind him. Did he think I would actually hurt her? Or did he think I didn’t know that it was, in fact, her he just had his paws all over?
I lunged forward and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, throwing him several feet into the air before he landed about ten feet behind me. I didn’t allow him recovery time and pounced on him. I grabbed his head and slammed it into the concrete parking lot, stunning him furthermore. He dared tae touch what was mine? Another head slam to the concrete. He dared tae put his lips on My Mate? I punched his face repeatedly. Never again will he be able tae take what was mine! He managed to shove me up enough for him to get a good punch to my left eye. I was temporarily stunned, and he took advantage pushing me to my back. He grabbed the front of my shirt, and landed several more punches to my face. I grew angrier that he dared to fight back when he deserved to be punished for touching my Mate. Using my feet, I kicked him off of me, and climbed on top of him. I grabbed his arm and bit into his wrist, tearing his hand from him. I snarled and tore his other hand off. Try tae touch her now, ye bluidy bastard!
Baylee screamed, startling me out of my rage for a moment. I turned to see her with wide eyes, tears streaking her face, and her hands covering her mouth. I felt a brief feeling of regret. Not for what I did, but because I did it in front of her. It’d been months since we’d seen each other. She’d had plenty of time to actually fall in love with Logan. What if she was in love with him?
My eyes traveled hungrily over her. She looked beautiful. I had craved the sight of her for months, had begged God to let me smell her one last time, to feel her again. This had not been the reunion I had in mind. The reunion I’d imagined was me finding her, her jumping into my arms, and then me kissing her senseless. Instead she had been with the wolf, I sent her away with. It was my own stupidity really. What kind of male sends his Mate away with another male? I only had myself to blame if they’d fallen for each other.
“Get off of him, Thayer! What is wrong with you,” her beautiful mouth yelled at me. Something was wrong. I wasn’t hearing just our heartbeats. Someone else was near. They’d probably called the police already. It registered in my mind we were out in the open for all to see. I looked down at Logan, who was still howling in pain, but the bleeding had already stopped. Stumbling a bit away from them both, I looked around for the other heartbeat I was hearing. Where was it coming from?
I closed my eyes, and heard Baylee run to Logan. The wolf in me growled with satisfaction when I heard him telling her to get away from him and not to touch him. The heartbeat had moved when Baylee moved. Realization hit me, and my eyes sprang open. Baylee was pregnant? I’d fuckin’ kill him for sure!
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In an attempt to save his sister, Emily, from becoming a breeder, Devon Harris defies his alpha and flees his home with his sister. They seek refuge at his Uncle Rick’s ranch, unintentionally laying the foundation for a war between the packs. There he meets the fiery human Lark. In the midst of a war, does he dare let himself fall for her?
Rick Harris has been like a second father to Lark Davies since her parents died
in an accident three years ago. As the sole guardian of her younger sister and
the owner of her own bakery, Lark doesn’t have time for a social life. When
Rick’s nephew comes to town, sparks immediately begin to fly as Lark finds
herself drawn even further into the werewolf world.
Excerpt
Lark opened her eyes, taking in the pitch black hotel room, illuminated only by the moonlight. Sweat beaded around her neck and brow. Hair stuck to the nape of her neck. She sat up and looked around at the barely visible furniture. Movement by the window caught her eye.
Devon stood at the window arms crossed over his chest. His broad shoulders accented by the bright white of the moon. Lark stared at the fine plains of his bare back. She licked her lips taking him all in. Her body shuddered recalling the way he’d felt pressed against her – the way his lips had caressed hers a day ago.
Lark blinked the images away. Thankful for the darkness that hid the heat creeping across her face. Her throat parched, she pushed the covers back to get a drink of water from the sink.
The cool water alleviated some of the heat, and glided down her parched throat. She pushed the wet strands out of her face and walked to the window. Devon hadn’t moved. Preston and the three other guys lay sound asleep on the floor. They’d been kind enough to give her the only bed.
“Do you not sleep?” Lark joined him at the window. Her eyes glued to the door across the street. To think, her sister was in that room. Lark wondered if Sarah was okay. Was she sleeping? In pain? Would they hurt her? The list went on and on.
“It’s my turn to keep watch. Daniel said they wouldn’t leave till morning, but I don’t want to risk it.” Devon looked over at her for a moment his eyes slipped down to take in her plaid pants before he turned back to the window.
She’d gone with Preston to the store earlier to pick up a few things. They’d both needed the distraction. She normally slept in boy-shorts, but after her run in with Devon the other morning, and considering she was sharing a room with five guys, she had thought better.
“Oh, I didn’t realize you guys were keeping watch. I can keep a look out if you want to rest.”
“It’s okay. Preston will take over in another half hour.” Devon shrugged. “I’m used to the late nights; it’s actually been a little bit of shell shock to get used to days. As an EMT I worked the twelve hour night shift. Most incidents happen at night, you get used to being up all night. My nights off I usually spent out too. Vincent likes to party. I went along for something to do and keep him out of trouble.”
“I can see that about Vincent. I bet you’ve seen some interesting things on your job?”
Devon smiled, the moonlight lit his hazel eyes. “People never cease to amaze you. I’ve seen the traumatic to the dramatic.”
Lark laughed. “I can imagine. You see stories on the news every so often, where someone calls 911 for a cheeseburger, or something ridiculous like that.”
“Those are the people who don’t understand the absorbent bill they get in the mail for our services either,” Devon chuckled.
The smile lit his entire face. It gave her a rare glimpse of him. Lark wondered what had happened in his past to make him so distant. Slowly, he seemed to be opening up to her. She hoped he continued to do so.
“I’m sure you get interesting characters in The Cookie Jar.”
“Yeah, about half my customers are regulars. It’s kind of nice getting to talk to everyone. You’d be amazed what people tell you though. I’ve heard so many things that I really didn’t want to know.” Lark placed her hands on the windowsill, leaning forward. She peered out the sheer curtains.
Her thoughts drifted back to Sarah and Emily; at least they had each other.
“They won’t hurt her.”
Lark looked up at him surprised, taking a moment to register his words. She nodded and sighed, eyes darting back to the door across the street. The street seemed to stretch endlessly. It felt like miles separated them instead of mere feet. She would feel better once she could hold Sarah in her arms again.
“Have you ever thought about becoming a doctor or a nurse? You know taking your training to the next level?” Lark needed a distraction and she was curious about Devon.
“My bedside manner sucks.”
Lark met his smile. “But would you?”
Devon leaned forward before rocking back on his heels. “I don’t know. I never really thought about it.”
Lark nodded. “I always enjoyed baking. I never in my life thought I’d own my own bakery. But I couldn’t imagine doing anything else.”
“I do like the blueberry muffins.”
“You guys do seem to have a sweet tooth. Well, actually, I’ve noticed you guys eat just about anything.”
Devon laughed. “It’s our metabolism. Especially when we shift a lot; it makes us hungry.”
“I can tell.” Lark looked over at him. “Do you do it often? Shift I mean?”
“I try to once a day; some days, like when I worked, I couldn’t. The wolf is a part of who we are. Shifting is important for our mental well being. As a rule, we try to shift three to four times a week. The only exception is when women are pregnant. The shift is harmful to the fetus since the body transforms from a human into a wolf.”
“Does it hurt when you change?” Lark couldn’t stop herself from asking.
“It’s a pleasure pain.”
“I imagine it’s exhilarating.”
“You really are genuinely interested aren’t you?” Devon turned to her eyes locked on hers.
Lark swallowed at the intensity of his gaze and lowered her eyes to the floor.
“I…I’m not trying to be rude.”
“I know.” Devon’s fingers grazed her chin, tilting it back up. “I’ve never met someone who’s been so understanding – who’s wanted to learn more.”
His thumb cupped her chin softly eyes glued to hers. She licked her lips in anticipation.
Slowly his face inched toward hers, their breath mingled. Her heart raced, and body scorched with arousal. His woodsy scent filled her nostrils. Eyes closed, his lips grazed against hers. Devon’s stubble scratched her chin; his lips so soft against hers.
Gene has taken on the role of alpha after the devastating loss of his father. A war is on the horizon and Gene is determined not to fail his pack. He makes an unlikely alliance with Natalia, the woman his enemy is hunting. The more time they spend together, the more Gene finds himself drawn to the sexy, mysterious, she-wolf.
Natalia has lost faith in her kind. After being rescued from her captors by Gene’s pack, she wants to take her son and run far away from everyone. But, she knows she wouldn’t get far with her psychotic family chasing her. She agrees to team up with Gene in an attempt to end her family’s tyranny. As they attempt to work together, she finds herself wondering if she can truly trust him, or will his betrayal be the greatest yet?
Excerpt: Into the Unknown *Unedited*
“Wow,” Natalia breathed as they reached the top of the peak. She closed her eyes as the cool breeze ghosted against her face. Pine and oak fragranced the air, causing a smile to slide across her face. Opening her eyes, she surveyed the landscape.
Trees spread out for as far as the eye could see. The sun hung low, filling the sky with an orange pink hue. She spun around relishing in the fresh scent and the complete seclusion the trees offered. Crickets chirped and she could hear wildlife scuttling about. “This is amazing,” she said, focusing her gaze on Gene.
“My father worked hard on the landscape back home, but I don’t think it will ever be this secluded.”
“It is nice at your ranch,” Natalia commented. “I grew up in the city anything outside the city limits is rustic to me.”
“And you weren’t around any other wolves?” Gene questioned.
“No. My mother taught me what she knew. Which was not much. Her only experience was with my father, Luis.”
“I meant what I told you. I want to help you – teach you are ways.”
Natalia moved to the edge of the hill and stared down over the edge. Taking the chance and trusting him was about as appealing as jumping to the rocks and brush below. Still, she wanted to believe him.
“How do you do it?”
Swallowing she held her breath as he came to stand next to her. “What?”
“The partial shift. How do you do it?”
Natalia turned to look at him quirking her brow up as he came to stand in front of her. His heels touched the edge of the cliff and she blinked surprised how vulnerable he was allowing himself to be.
Her breath caught in her throat as he placed his hands on her shoulders, his chocolate eyes meeting hers. Her pulse spiked and a shiver ran up her spine as anticipation rolled through her.
“Close your eyes,” he said quietly.
Her eyes widened, heart accelerated and she fought the urge to lean into him. The innocent touch seemed anything but to her.
“You need to focus, close your eyes,” he urged, seemingly oblivious to her discomfort and arousal.
Clearing her throat, she closed her eyes, needing to escape his gaze.
“Now, think about your wolf. Your sight specifically. Imagine you are running. The wildlife and trees are whirling by you as you survey your surroundings. Everything is clearer, sharper. Inhale the pine and oak, the dirt and leaves.”
Natalia forced her breathing to even out, letting his voice guide her as she imagined what he was saying. Warm puffs of air hit her face as he spoke. She let his voice soothe her until she found herself lost in his words.
“Open your eyes, Talia,” Gene said softly.
Fingers grazed her cheeks and gently cupped her face. Startled, she opened her eyes, gasping at their close proximity.
Blinking, she stepped back taking him in. His face appeared clearer, stubble poked out from his pores. Gene’s brown eyes stared at her allowing her to see her goldish eyes reflecting off of them. Turning away from him, she took in the leaves noticing the fine lines of each of them and the tiny insects that gathered on the trunk of a tree.
“All you have to do is focus. How do you feel?” Gene asked.
“Good,” Natalia beamed. In fact, she felt better than she had in weeks.
“If you follow the same mindset when you transition I think it will help. The important thing to remember is you are still in control even if you are the wolf. Embrace who you are don’t fear it.”
“I’m not afraid of-“
“Yes, you are. You’re afraid of what we are because you don’t want to be like Juarez. You can be the wolf and still be yourself,” Gene said. He took a step to the side. “The wolf doesn’t make us do anything we wouldn’t already do. It’s just like with humans there are humans that are just evil. The same rule applies to wolves. There are wolves that are just bad too. On the flip side, there are good humans and wolves. It’s what we do that defines us not what we are.”
Gene sighed as he looked over the edge of the cliff. “I’m heading back. The house is a quarter of a mile that way,” Gene said pointing as he turned in the direction they’d come. “You should try shifting.”
Natalia nodded waiting until she heard the dirt and gravel crunching beneath his feet to turn around. He’d helped her. Swallowing, she watched as he disappeared into the trees. Satisfied she was alone, she undressed and prepared to transition.
32 year old Sebastian Vanwell, was a very successful yacht broker, who always loved the design and architecture of a luxurious boat. His only addiction was being on the water. He loved it, he thrived on it, and he needed it in his life. After a very stable, loving child hood with only a few bumps, Sebastian married the love of his life. The one person that he knew would always be there. Julia was his rock, and he loved her more than life itself. Sebastian kept his addiction to the water under control, wanting to keep his time with his wife and son his number one obsession, that was until he saw her. This new addiction haunted him, the one compulsion that he couldn’t control no matter how hard he tried. Ysabelle Telle hit him hard, knocking the wind from his lungs. Coming from worlds apart, beautiful, dark complexion Ysabelle Telle didn’t have the rich, protected background that Sebastian Vanwell had. Ysabelle lived a life of hell, in poverty, growing up with a drug addict mother that never cared, and horrific living conditions. Ysabelle lived for one person and one person only; herself. She was pure perfection, her beauty along with a flawless body had men lined up, driveling over her insuring her success as a VIP. There are too many words that describe the effects when two diverse worlds like theirs collide. They both have too much to lose to get caught in the forceful pull, which could destroy them both. Warning sex/drugs/language. Mature readers only.
Gene has taken on the role of alpha after the devastating loss of his father. A war is on the horizon and Gene is determined not to fail his pack. He makes an unlikely alliance with Natalia, the woman his enemy is hunting. The more time they spend together, the more Gene finds himself drawn to the sexy, mysterious, she-wolf.
Natalia has lost faith in her kind. After being rescued from her captors by Gene’s pack, she wants to take her son and run far away from everyone. But, she knows she wouldn’t get far with her psychotic family chasing her. She agrees to team up with Gene in an attempt to end her family’s tyranny. As they attempt to work together, she finds herself wondering if she can truly trust him, or will his betrayal be the greatest yet?
Excerpt
Into the Unknown *Unedited*
“Wow,” Natalia breathed as they reached the top of the peak. She closed her eyes as the cool breeze ghosted against her face. Pine and oak fragranced the air, causing a smile to slide across her face. Opening her eyes, she surveyed the landscape.
Trees spread out for as far as the eye could see. The sun hung low, filling the sky with an orange pink hue. She spun around relishing in the fresh scent and the complete seclusion the trees offered. Crickets chirped and she could hear wildlife scuttling about. “This is amazing,” she said, focusing her gaze on Gene.
“My father worked hard on the landscape back home, but I don’t think it will ever be this secluded.”
“It is nice at your ranch,” Natalia commented. “I grew up in the city anything outside the city limits is rustic to me.”
“And you weren’t around any other wolves?” Gene questioned.
“No. My mother taught me what she knew. Which was not much. Her only experience was with my father, Luis.”
“I meant what I told you. I want to help you – teach you are ways.”
Natalia moved to the edge of the hill and stared down over the edge. Taking the chance and trusting him was about as appealing as jumping to the rocks and brush below. Still, she wanted to believe him.
“How do you do it?”
Swallowing she held her breath as he came to stand next to her. “What?”
“The partial shift. How do you do it?”
Natalia turned to look at him quirking her brow up as he came to stand in front of her. His heels touched the edge of the cliff and she blinked surprised how vulnerable he was allowing himself to be.
Her breath caught in her throat as he placed his hands on her shoulders, his chocolate eyes meeting hers. Her pulse spiked and a shiver ran up her spine as anticipation rolled through her.
“Close your eyes,” he said quietly.
Her eyes widened, heart accelerated and she fought the urge to lean into him. The innocent touch seemed anything but to her.
“You need to focus, close your eyes,” he urged, seemingly oblivious to her discomfort and arousal.
Clearing her throat, she closed her eyes, needing to escape his gaze.
“Now, think about your wolf. Your sight specifically. Imagine you are running. The wildlife and trees are whirling by you as you survey your surroundings. Everything is clearer, sharper. Inhale the pine and oak, the dirt and leaves.”
Natalia forced her breathing to even out, letting his voice guide her as she imagined what he was saying. Warm puffs of air hit her face as he spoke. She let his voice soothe her until she found herself lost in his words.
“Open your eyes, Talia,” Gene said softly.
Fingers grazed her cheeks and gently cupped her face. Startled, she opened her eyes, gasping at their close proximity.
Blinking, she stepped back taking him in. His face appeared clearer, stubble poked out from his pores. Gene’s brown eyes stared at her allowing her to see her goldish eyes reflecting off of them. Turning away from him, she took in the leaves noticing the fine lines of each of them and the tiny insects that gathered on the trunk of a tree.
“All you have to do is focus. How do you feel?” Gene asked.
“Good,” Natalia beamed. In fact, she felt better than she had in weeks.
“If you follow the same mindset when you transition I think it will help. The important thing to remember is you are still in control even if you are the wolf. Embrace who you are don’t fear it.”
“I’m not afraid of-“
“Yes, you are. You’re afraid of what we are because you don’t want to be like Juarez. You can be the wolf and still be yourself,” Gene said. He took a step to the side. “The wolf doesn’t make us do anything we wouldn’t already do. It’s just like with humans there are humans that are just evil. The same rule applies to wolves. There are wolves that are just bad too. On the flip side, there are good humans and wolves. It’s what we do that defines us not what we are.”
Gene sighed as he looked over the edge of the cliff. “I’m heading back. The house is a quarter of a mile that way,” Gene said pointing as he turned in the direction they’d come. “You should try shifting.”
Natalia nodded waiting until she heard the dirt and gravel crunching beneath his feet to turn around. He’d helped her. Swallowing, she watched as he disappeared into the trees. Satisfied she was alone, she undressed and prepared to transition.
Other books in the series, Werewolf Wars:
Book 1
Out of the Shadows
Synopsis
In an attempt to save his sister, Emily, from becoming a breeder, Devon Harris defies his alpha and flees his home with his sister. They seek refuge at his Uncle Rick’s ranch, unintentionally laying the foundation for a war between the packs. There he meets the fiery human Lark. In the midst of a war, does he dare let himself fall for her?
Rick Harris has been like a second father to Lark Davies since her parents died
in an accident three years ago. As the sole guardian of her younger sister and
the owner of her own bakery, Lark doesn’t have time for a social life. When
Rick’s nephew comes to town, sparks immediately begin to fly as Lark finds
herself drawn even further into the werewolf world.
Bethany Shaw is happily married to her husband of nine years. She has two children ages five and two and enjoys being able to stay home with them and pursue a writing career. Writing has always been a passion of hers and she has been writing for as long as she can remember. Mornings are usually when she gets her muse and she enjoys listening to music while her dog curls up at her feet. Paranormal romance and dystopian romance are the genres she prefers to write but she loves to read and reads just about everything.
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A Rylee Adamson Novel, Book 5
New Adult/Adult Paranormal Romance
Publisher: HiJinks Ink Publishing Ltd.
Released: November 21st , 2013
Synopsis
“My name is Rylee, and I am a Tracker.”
When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I’m the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot.
Crossing into Ogre country is dangerous when you’re a polite, respectful gal. Which means I already know I’m in for a wild ride, despite the back-up I’ve brought along.
Even when things start to go sideways, and enemies close on us from every side, I still believe we have the upper hand.
How very blind can one person be when it comes to a salvage?
I’m about to find out.
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Book Trailer
Rylee Adamson Interview
My name is Rylee. I don’t like it when people use my last name, it reminds me of where I’m from and the people who turned on me. I was adopted as a baby into a family where they couldn’t have children naturally. But when I was ten, my parents got a surprise. A miracle baby, a little girl with golden hair and bright blue eyes.
When I was sixteen, I was accused of killing her; our parents believed the police. But I don’t really want to talk about that as it was over ten years ago. I’m trying to let it go.
I’m a Tracker, a supernatural who can trace anyone’s life threads finding them regardless of whether they’re dead or alive. I prefer alive, dead is messy, but so often that is the case. I’m also an Immune, magic slides off me as if I don’t exist. That is handy.
Gods, I’m sweating here trying not to swear. Are you sure I can’t use at least one four letter word? No, of course not.
I never Track adults. They can bloody well take care of themselves. I only ever Track kids. Probably I’m trying to make up for not saving my sister. But I’ll leave that up to the psychologists out there to decipher my motives.
Alex is my buddy, a werewolf trapped between forms; half man, half wolf. Submissive, goofy and loyal to the bone he is the one spot of bright light in my life. I think you’d like him the best of the two of us. I know I can be a hard ass, I can’t seem to help it. But Alex has never met someone he couldn’t win over with a floppy wave of his oversized paws. He might not be the best back-up, but he makes me smile and in my world, that is enough.
Someone once asked me what it was like to Track kids for parents who had no one else to turn to, for parents who’d lost hope that their child would ever be returned to them.
This was my answer: It’s a weight and a responsibility that sits on me, I took an oath that I would never stop Tracking lost children. That I would put my life on the line for those who can’t save themselves, and that I would fight to my last breath to keep a child alive.
Shannon Mayer lives in the southwestern tip of Canada with her husband, dog, cats, horse, and cows. When not writing she spends her time staring at immense amounts of rain, herding old people (similar to herding cats) and attempting to stay out of trouble. Especially that last is difficult for her.
She is the author of the The Rylee Adamson Novels, The Nevermore Trilogy, A Celtic Legacy series and several contemporary romances. Please visit her website at http://www.shannonmayer.com for more information on her novels.
Interview with Shannon Mayer
Rather than have a list of Q & A as I’ve seen oh-so-many-times-and-looks-rather-dry (similar to a succession of popcorn farts), I thought I’d do something a little different.
I thought I’d tell you a story about a girl who loved horses and believed in magic. She grew up in a family of mixed nuts, seven kids in total from a variety of marriages, and to date none of the kids would be deemed ‘normal’, herself included. As she got older, she told people that she believed in magic and they shushed her and said that magic wasn’t real, to stop being silly. They told her, that she needed to get her head out of the clouds, and out of the books. So she told them she loved horses and everyone thought she should pursue a career with animals.
Soon, she stopped telling anyone about the magic she saw and dreamed about, and everyone just thought she loved horses. I mean, that’s even what she went to school for, working with horses. The girl became a farrier (and if you ask her clients they all think she did a smashingly good job), shoeing horses for a living. Hell, she even met a cute boy at college (something she’d previously not managed to do regardless of her raging hormones and batting of her eyelashes). They fell in love, and got married. Now this is where things get interesting. The twist in the story if you will.
The boy she married, he was pretty smart. He could see that there was something more to her than just loving horses. 🐎
He could see the magic she kept so carefully hidden; and he believed in her magic.
And he told her to use it.
Now that was a scary time for her, learning to use that magic. She made mistakes, people laughed at her, and at times she almost gave up. But that cute boy kept cheering her on, and now . . .well, now the story is pretty simple.
She makes magic every day, for a living, with the words she writes, spinning stories and creating worlds out of nothing but the belief she has in her heart. The cute boy still cheers her on, and she still loves horses, but now . . . .now the people around her realize that magic isn’t that far away. Not if you know what you’re looking for.
Out of the Shadowsis Book 1 in Shaw’s Werewolf Wars Series
Book Synopsis
A war is brewing between the werewolf packs. In an attempt to save his sister, Emily, from being used as a breeder, Devon Harris flees his home with his sister, seeking refuge at his Uncle Rick’s ranch. There he meets the fiery human Lark. In the midst of a war, does he dare let himself fall for her?
Rick Harris has been like a second father to Lark Davies since her parents died in a accident three years ago. When his nephew comes to town, sparks immediately begin to fly as Lark finds herself drawn even further into the werewolf world.
Out of the Shadows by Bethany Shaw
Lark has a very Tasty job, here is a hint with this recipe
Lark’s Orange Muffin Recipe from Out of the Shadows by Bethany Shaw
Lark opened her eyes, taking in the pitch black hotel room, illuminated only by the moonlight. Sweat beaded around her neck and brow. Hair stuck to the nape of her neck. She sat up and looked around at the barely visible furniture. Movement by the window caught her eye.
Devon stood at the window arms crossed over his chest. His broad shoulders accented by the bright white of the moon. Lark stared at the fine plains of his bare back. She licked her lips taking him all in. Her body shuddered recalling the way he’d felt pressed against her – the way his lips had caressed hers a day ago.
Lark blinked the images away. Thankful for the darkness that hid the heat creeping across her face. Her throat parched, she pushed the covers back to get a drink of water from the sink.
The cool water alleviated some of the heat, and glided down her parched throat. She pushed the wet strands out of her face and walked to the window. Devon hadn’t moved. Preston and the three other guys lay sound asleep on the floor. They’d been kind enough to give her the only bed.
“Do you not sleep?” Lark joined him at the window. Her eyes glued to the door across the street. To think, her sister was in that room. Lark wondered if Sarah was okay. Was she sleeping? In pain? Would they hurt her? The list went on and on.
“It’s my turn to keep watch. Daniel said they wouldn’t leave till morning, but I don’t want to risk it.” Devon looked over at her for a moment his eyes slipped down to take in her plaid pants before he turned back to the window.
She’d gone with Preston to the store earlier to pick up a few things. They’d both needed the distraction. She normally slept in boy-shorts, but after her run in with Devon the other morning, and considering she was sharing a room with five guys, she had thought better.
“Oh, I didn’t realize you guys were keeping watch. I can keep a look out if you want to rest.”
“It’s okay. Preston will take over in another half hour.” Devon shrugged. “I’m used to the late nights; it’s actually been a little bit of shell shock to get used to days. As an EMT I worked the twelve hour night shift. Most incidents happen at night, you get used to being up all night. My nights off I usually spent out too. Vincent likes to party. I went along for something to do and keep him out of trouble.”
“I can see that about Vincent. I bet you’ve seen some interesting things on your job?”
Devon smiled, the moonlight lit his hazel eyes. “People never cease to amaze you. I’ve seen the traumatic to the dramatic.”
Lark laughed. “I can imagine. You see stories on the news every so often, where someone calls 911 for a cheeseburger, or something ridiculous like that.”
“Those are the people who don’t understand the absorbent bill they get in the mail for our services either,” Devon chuckled.
The smile lit his entire face. It gave her a rare glimpse of him. Lark wondered what had happened in his past to make him so distant. Slowly, he seemed to be opening up to her. She hoped he continued to do so.
“I’m sure you get interesting characters in The Cookie Jar.”
“Yeah, about half my customers are regulars. It’s kind of nice getting to talk to everyone. You’d be amazed what people tell you though. I’ve heard so many things that I really didn’t want to know.” Lark placed her hands on the windowsill, leaning forward. She peered out the sheer curtains.
Her thoughts drifted back to Sarah and Emily; at least they had each other.
“They won’t hurt her.”
Lark looked up at him surprised, taking a moment to register his words. She nodded and sighed, eyes darting back to the door across the street. The street seemed to stretch endlessly. It felt like miles separated them instead of mere feet. She would feel better once she could hold Sarah in her arms again.
“Have you ever thought about becoming a doctor or a nurse? You know taking your training to the next level?” Lark needed a distraction and she was curious about Devon.
“My bedside manner sucks.”
Lark met his smile. “But would you?”
Devon leaned forward before rocking back on his heels. “I don’t know. I never really thought about it.”
Lark nodded. “I always enjoyed baking. I never in my life thought I’d own my own bakery. But I couldn’t imagine doing anything else.”
“I do like the blueberry muffins.”
“You guys do seem to have a sweet tooth. Well, actually, I’ve noticed you guys eat just about anything.”
Devon laughed. “It’s our metabolism. Especially when we shift a lot; it makes us hungry.”
“I can tell.” Lark looked over at him. “Do you do it often? Shift I mean?”
“I try to once a day; some days, like when I worked, I couldn’t. The wolf is a part of who we are. Shifting is important for our mental well being. As a rule, we try to shift three to four times a week. The only exception is when women are pregnant. The shift is harmful to the fetus since the body transforms from a human into a wolf.”
“Does it hurt when you change?” Lark couldn’t stop herself from asking.
“It’s a pleasure pain.”
“I imagine it’s exhilarating.”
“You really are genuinely interested aren’t you?” Devon turned to her eyes locked on hers.
Lark swallowed at the intensity of his gaze and lowered her eyes to the floor.
“I…I’m not trying to be rude.”
“I know.” Devon’s fingers grazed her chin, tilting it back up. “I’ve never met someone who’s been so understanding – who’s wanted to learn more.”
His thumb cupped her chin softly eyes glued to hers. She licked her lips in anticipation.
Slowly his face inched toward hers, their breath mingled. Her heart raced, and body scorched with arousal. His woodsy scent filled her nostrils. Eyes closed, his lips grazed against hers. Devon’s stubble scratched her chin; his lips so soft against hers.
Natalia leapt over the log, her paws sinking into the wet earth as she landed in the clearing where she’d left her clothes. Inhaling the dank leaves and rain one last time she looked around the area. Satisfied she was alone; she closed her eyes and focused on her transformation.
Wincing as her bones began to snap, Natalia gritted her teeth. Her black fur was sucked inward as her pink wolf flesh was replaced with honeyed skin. Long brown hair fell in her face as her bones continued to crack, realigning themselves. After several long painful moments, the transition was complete. Panting heavily, Natalia sat back on her bottom, trying to regain control of her breathing. Shaking, she rocked back and forth waiting for the dizziness and pain to ebb away.
Transitioning shouldn’t be this hard, she knew that. Most wolves did it within seconds – how, she had no idea. Perhaps it was because she was part human or maybe there was a trick to it. She couldn’t be sure.
Natalia stiffened, shooting to her feet she scurried to get her clothes. Grabbing her panties first, she slid into them as the sound of footsteps drew closer. Throwing on her jeans next, followed by her bra, her trembling fingers fought to fasten the back as Gene came into view.
“Go away,” Natalia hissed snatching her shirt up and covering herself with it.
“I’m sorry,” Gene said quickly turning his back to her.
Fumbling with her bra, she finally hooked it and threw her shirt on. “What are you doing out here?” she demanded, her face and ears burning.
Gene turned around, one eyebrow quirked up, a smile on his face. “This is my home. I was going for a run,” he said, indicating the open woods.
Natalia drew in a deep breath, her eyes inadvertently wandering to his bare, toned chest. The moon hit his tanned skin just right, illuminating the scars on his side. Claw marks. Even with the blemish, he was perfect. The grey running shorts he wore fit snugly, showing off his muscular thighs. Taking him all in, she veered up toward Gene’s face. His chiseled jaw and brown eyes stared at her intently.
He’s watching you while you are ogling him!
“I didn’t realize anyone else ran at this time,” she said entwining her hands together to control the shaking. Now she would have to find a new time to run. Apparently, it was too much to ask to have time to herself.
Gene shrugged and took a step toward her. “I run when I can. One of the downfalls to being alpha. I have very little time to myself.”
“Great,” Natalia mumbled as she bent over to pick up her sneakers.
Another bout of dizziness over took her and she stumbled forward the earth reached up to grab her when warm hands caught her under her arms.
“You okay?”
Natalia pulled away, tripping over herself before finding her footing. Brushing a long lock of hair from her face, she replied, “I am fine.”
“You are shaking,” Gene said, grasping her hand in his.
Natalia tried to wrench her hand free of his calloused grip, but couldn’t. She placed her other hand on his chest pushing him. Gene immediately dropped her hand.
Warmth pulsated into her hand where it still lay across his smooth skin. Goose bumps erupted on her flesh as she shivered from the contact. Confused she quickly yanked her hand away.
“Are you hurt?” Gene asked reaching out for her again but stopping himself.
“I am fine,” she repeated.
Gene frowned, watching her. “This happened when you turned?”
Natalia opened her mouth to lie but thought better of it. The problem was getting worse with each shift. Looking down at her feet, she nodded. As much as she didn’t want anyone’s help, she couldn’t let anything happen to herself. She needed to be there for Adrian.
“How long has this been going on?”
Natalia didn’t answer. Shifts had always been horrible. They were much worse now though.
“This isn’t normal, Natalia. Are you hurt or sick?”
“It is nothing new. My transitions have always been rough. I do not need you worrying over me,” Natalia said.
“No one ever showed you how to do it properly?” Gene asked stepping in front of her as she went to move off.
“I taught myself.”
Gene frowned. “You are hurting yourself the way you’re doing it. I can help you.”
“Why?” Natalia scoffed, moving around him.
“I’m sure it’s very painful for you. Our transformation should be enjoyable. A pleasure pain. Not a burden,” Gene said.
Natalia glared at him as he fell in step beside her. She did enjoy the freedom once she was the wolf but the transition was excruciating.
“And what do you want in return for helping me?” Natalia growled. There was always something with wolves.
“I only wish to help you.”
Natalia stopped and jabbed her finger out at him. “Do not lie to me. I know you are all the same. I sensed your arousal earlier. You say you will allow me to be free but I doubt it. You are just like the fake alpha and Juarez. Your intentions for me are not pure.” Heat scorched her face as her ears burned from the realization. Even more frightening, a small part of her – the wolf in her – was attracted to him.
Gene sighed and ran a hand through his brown hair. “You are a beautiful young woman and an alpha female. That doesn’t mean I would go back on my word. Help me defeat your grandfather and you will be free. I promise.”
“I don’t believe you are any different,” Natalia said. Her bottom lip trembled. Clenching it between her teeth, she met his eyes defiantly. She would not be a prisoner.
“Perhaps I can give you a sign of good faith. Would you like to call your alpha in Cabo San Lucas?”
“There is no alpha there. No wolves live there to my knowledge.”
“You and your mother were lone wolves?” Gene asked, his chocolate eyes widening.
“When my mother found out what a monster my father and grandfather were, she ran as far away as she could. She raised me and taught me what she knew about werewolves.” Sniffling she looked away, tears pricked her eyes as she thought of her mother.
“Then perhaps we can call her. Bring her here. I’m sure-“
“She’s dead,” Natalia snapped. “They killed her when they took me a year ago.”
A traitorous tear slid down her face, tickling her nose as it pooled on her lip. She could not appear weak in front of Gene. Swiping the tear away, she met his eyes. “I want Juarez to pay for what he did to my family. I will tell you everything I know about him.”
Taking a step forward, she stared Gene down. “One way or another, when this is over, I will be leaving your pack. There is nothing you can say or do to stop me.” Turning on her heel, she stomped away from him. Adrian was the only family she had left and she would do anything to protect her son. If she had to play nice with this alpha for the time being, she would, but freedom for her, and Adrian was her first priority.
I am happily married to my husband of almost nine years and have two wonderful children.I have always loved reading and writing and am thrilled to have published my first novel.
Paranormal romance is my go to genre and the genre I prefer to write in. I love the unique feel of creating an entirely different world and implementing it into the human verse.
Others of Edenton begins with, New Beginnings. This series is recommended
for readers of 18+ years of age.
Book Synopsis
Jess knew her life would never move forward if she remained a part of Gregory’s
pack. Some Alpha’s just don’t know how to take care of their wolves. She had
managed Gregory’s bar for years but she knew he would never sell it to
her.
After one giant mistake, he went from bad to worse. As a psychic,
she knew it was a downward spiral.
Taking her future in her own hands,
she contacts the Alpha in Edenton. He is happy to sell the empty bar no one has
the time, nor desire to renovate, much less run.
Their attraction is
unexpected and the last thing either want, but they find the only thing they
need in each other.
There is just one problem. Slater’s second in command
is plotting against him. Liam will use anything to take over as
Alpha.
Plenty of werewolves, an old vampire flame, plus a paranoid
second, and don’t forget the psychic with a whole lot of attitude.
These covers are Amazing, the Colors, Eyes, just Draw Readers to the Books.
Book Synopsis
Brody is a talented motorcycle mechanic and werewolf stuck in his painful past.
On yet another depressing night, he is viciously attacked by vampires.
Fallon is a brilliant tattoo artist with inherent magic. Tired of men
and their games, she climbs onto her Harley and leaves her old life behind.
Running for his life, Brody crashes into Fallon and sparks fly. She ends
up stranded in the Northwest with her ride out of commission.
With no
ride and nowhere to go, Fallon allows her best friend to convince her to stay in
Brody’s apartment. He’s determined to claim her heart and keep her safe from the
shadows in her past. Fallon prides herself on her independence and would rather
keep him safe, even from herself.
With the impending danger from the
group of vampires and dark mages, they will have to work together. The closer
they get, the harder it is for her to fight her attraction.
Brandy L Rivers is the author of the Others of Edenton Series, this is only the first book in the series.
Always a voracious reader, Brandy has always loved writing but became serious about it as a stay at home mother.
She lives in Western Washington with her husband and three kids, where she is already working on the prequel and the next couple stories in the series.
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