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Book Summary
Liam is the most deliciously bothersome cyborg Emma has ever met. Like most of his kind, he’s arrogant, opinionated, and amazingly good in bed. When he rescues her from a kidnap attempt, he decides he needs more time to get to know her so he heads to the far side of the galaxy instead of taking her home.

Along the way they pick up a furry little creature who turns out to be quite capable of defending itself and are attacked by a ship full of pirates who want to get their hands on the little critter. Life is never dull when a cyborg has you in his sights!

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Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Angela Knight

Genres/Themes: Paranormal, Suspense, Interracial, Men in Uniform, Gay
Length: Novella

With a rogue shifter on the loose leaving a trail of bodies, it isn’t the best time for bear shifter, Roarke Hilliard to have his heat cycle. Especially since he’s the lead Special Agent on the case. But nature must take its course. When his partner, agent Spencer Malloy, places himself in Roarke’s path during his greatest time of need, the bear is worried he might break the human. But Spencer wants Roarke badly… bad enough to call in a paranormal escort.

Grigore Gabor may be a male escort, but he’s never slept with any of his clients… until now. The moment the wolf shifter gets a whiff of the bear who hired him, and his human companion, he knows he’s found his mates. But getting the surly ursa to agree is another matter.

With a killer on the loose, now isn’t the time for finding true love. With Roarke handicapped by his heat cycle, there’s only so much the agents can do against the rogue shifter. They can only hope to bring the man to justice before another body is found.

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Available 9/22 at Amazon, B&N, iTunes, Kobo

Excerpt

Special Agent Roarke Hilliard, Bureau of Paranormal Affairs, scented the air as he scanned the crime scene for clues. Darkness filled him, narrowing his world to this one moment. Blood soaked through his pants and coated his hands as he knelt beside the too still, mangled body. The copper tang of the teen’s blood teased his nostrils. His nose flared as he searched for other scents. Gunpowder residue and the stale smell of sweat hung heavy in the air.

A gun was clutched in the young man’s hand, his fingers gripping it even in death, and yet the weapon hadn’t been able to save him. Slashed across his sternum, the killer’s claws had dug deep, all the way to the bone. His clothes were torn in other areas. His belt had been partially torn from him. The clues were adding up to a terrifying, grisly picture.

This wasn’t the first victim, and if Roarke couldn’t catch the bastard responsible, it wouldn’t be the last. Up to this point, the killer had targeted male prostitutes. But this one was different. There were no indications of drug use, no condoms in the victim’s wallet. Was the killer branching out? Or were his tastes changing?

“This is definitely our guy,” Agent Spencer Malloy said as he surveyed the scene. “If we don’t catch him soon, we’ll be on every channel in the country. You know how much the Bureau hates bad publicity.”

Roarke stood. “There has to be a pattern. The first known victim was in Chicago. The second was in South Bend, Indiana. But now, victim number five is in Atlanta. Where is he going?”

“I still say they aren’t planned. I think our guy is picking up young men, then he gets frustrated when they won’t give him what he wants and he kills them.”

“They’re prostitutes living on the streets. There isn’t much they won’t do for the right amount,” Roarke reasoned.

“What’s that super sniffer of yours telling you?”

“I don’t smell semen. I don’t think he got very far before he killed this one. Maybe that was his motivation. Either he couldn’t get it up, or the victim resisted.” Although he could be wrong. Roarke wasn’t about to admit it to anyone, but during his heat cycle his nose was not the most reliable. It took every effort not to turn bear the closer the time got.

Spencer ran a hand through his short, blond hair. “I don’t like this. Rogue shifters are one thing, but one bent on murder?”

“The lab ran the sample three times,” Roarke reminded him. “No match was found in the system, but the DNA suggested a hybrid.”

“Which explains the instability,” Spencer muttered. “He obviously has impulse control issues. My gut says there are more murders. Unless some switch flipped in this guy’s head, there’s no way his first murder was last month. Not unless he was just turned, and what’s the likelihood of a just-turned hybrid?”

Roarke sighed. “I’m afraid I have to agree with you. We need to have records run a search on all unsolved shifter related homicides nationwide for the past five years, see if anything pops up that matches our guy’s MO.”

“I’ll call it in while you check out the rest of the scene. Maybe we missed something on the first walk through. Then you’re going to the hotel for a shower and a change of clothes.”

Roarke nodded and looked around again. He began a slow circuit of the space, sniffing for something he might have missed as his gaze touched on every square inch of the room. He knew from experience they wouldn’t find anything new. Fingerprints and DNA did them no good when the killer wasn’t in the system. According to the shifter laws of 2023, formed when shifters came out of hiding, all shapeshifters were required to have DNA and fingerprints on file with the government. Those who didn’t comply were termed “rogue” and would be put to death if they were found to have committed a heinous crime. If you weren’t registered, you didn’t have rights.

Spencer motioned to him from the doorway and Roarke stepped out into the sunshine. With the smell of death and decay surrounding him, he’d forgotten how beautiful it was outside. Spring was in the air, which spelled trouble for a bear on a never-ending job. The urge to mate would hit him hard and Roarke would be powerless to stop it. Last mating season, he’d damn near lost his job when he’d holed up in a motel room for three days with a willing male from a shifter run escort service… he might do well to keep their number handy.

“I passed on our thoughts about there being more murders and Rawlins said he would put a team on it.” Spencer began walking toward their SUV. “He asked why the hell we couldn’t have thought of that weeks ago. I told him we were too busy chasing a trail of mangled bodies. Pompous ass.”

Roarke grinned.

“I say we go get you cleaned up and grab a bite to eat. We missed lunch and I know that beast inside of you has to be starving.” Spencer held out his hand. “Keys.”

Roarke pulled them from his pocket and handed them over. He climbed into the passenger’s seat and patiently waited for Spencer to get in and start the vehicle.

“Speaking of my beast, there’s something you should know,” Roarke said as they pulled out of the parking lot. “My mating heat is going to hit soon. Since I don’t have a mate, my bear is going to seek the first willing male available. It’s going to possibly put me out of commission for a few days.”

“So we take a break.”

Roarke shook his head. “The mating fever is going to hit our killer grizzly too. It means more murders if he can’t find someone willing and able to handle the frenzy. Think double or even triple the body count we have now.”

“Fuck. We have to catch this guy!” Spencer slammed his hand against the steering wheel.

About Dulce

With an overactive imagination and a penchant for making up stories, was it any wonder Dulce Dennison decided to be an author? From cowboys to shapeshifters, she has a story for them all, but her passion lies in writing m/m romances. Dulce believes in love in all shapes and sizes, and that everyone deserves a happily-ever-after.

Married since 2000 to a man she isn’t sure is quite human, her husband and children (which she fondly calls the demon spawn) keep her busy, but never too busy to write. Is there such a thing as too busy to write? Most mornings you can find Dulce set up with her laptop, a cat curled up next to her, and a steaming cup of coffee just an arm’s reach away.

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by Anne Kane
Cover art: Bryan Keller

BIN: 08066-02604

Genre(s): Futuristic, Action Adventure & Suspense, Sci-Fi , Print, Romance

Theme(s): Interracial/MultiCultural, Men and Women in Uniform

Series: Mercenaries (#6)

Length: Print

Page Count: 236

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Kaeden and his band of mercenaries will do whatever it takes to keep the women they love safe!

Private Skirmish: What do you do when the woman you love is up for auction? Make sure you’re the highest bidder! Kaeden and his band of mercenaries will do whatever it takes to reunite Dee and her little sister and keep them safe.

Running Scared: Jackson knows what it’s like to lose your entire family in one bloody instant. When he vows to help the irresistibly sexy Saralyn find her brother, the team engages in a search that takes them into the heart of the corrupt government.

Riding Shotgun: Shotgun falls hard from Kalie the first time he meets her. Kalie’s a genetic experiment who was never supposed to get out of the lab. She makes a living on the underground street racing circuit, but lately accidents keep plaguing her car. With the help of his mercenary buddies, Shotgun’s determined keep his woman safe.

Winter’s Quest: Winter remembers all about the insanity of life as a lab rat, but what she doesn’t know is how she got there. Trace isn’t sure why Winter is so hung up on her past but if she plans on chasing all over the nine provinces looking for answers it’s up to him to make sure she stays safe. And, while they’re spending all that quality time together, maybe he can convince her that he’s more than just a convenient sex partner.

Snake Eyes: Wren has the hots for Snake, but he can’t seem to see her as anything other than his sargent’s kid sister. When she sees him sneak out, she follows, determined to finally make him see her as the mature, sexy woman she is. Unfortunately, she manages to get herself captured and Snake is forced to come to her rescue.

Publisher’s Note: Mercenaries (Print)contains the previously published e-book novellas Private Skirmish, Running Scared, Riding Shotgun, Winter’s Quest, and Snake Eyes.

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 Taming the Cyborg
(Terras Five – Book Two)
By Anne Kane
Genres: Sci –Fi, Cyborgs, romance
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Blurb:

Although he doesn’t understand why his brother chose to bond with a human female, Noah agrees to be the official cyborg witness at the birth of the cyborg/human couple’s first son. When he arrives on the human space station, he finds himself face to face with a female pilot, an unheard of occupation for a female on the cyborg home world of Terras Five. Hailey’s cute, she’s sassy, she’s sexy and she doesn’t automatically defer to him just because he’s male. Noah finds that combination irresistible.

After a night of amazing sex, Hailey heads off on a reconnaissance mission with her squadron, and Noah arranges to spend a little more time in the human world to get the sassy red-head out of his system. But when her ship goes missing, it’s up to Noah to use all the tricks of his cyborg heritage to track her down and rescue her.

EXCERPT
The jarring clang dragged Hailey out of a very satisfying dream where incredibly sexy male cyborgs were kept in secure enclaves for the entertainment of select human females. Naturally, she was at the top of the select list.
“What the hell is that?” Noah jerked upright, looming over her at full alert while he searched for the source of the noise.
Trust a cyborg to be fully awake the minute he opened his eyes. Probably slept with one open all night just in case.
Hailey yawned, stretching each well-used part of her body in turn. Cyborg or not, Noah definitely knew how to pleasure a woman. She slapped her hand on the wall over the bed, effectively silencing the annoying alarm.
The cyborg in question slanted a questioning brow at her.
“It’s my wake up call. Looks like my leave got cut short.” She glanced over at the display monitor. “I’ve been assigned to patrol duty today, and I need to get moving.” She sat up and slung an arm around his shoulder, dipping her head to nibble on his ear. “That was nice last night. Give me a shout the next time you’re in the area and maybe we can hook up again.”
The look on Noah’s face was priceless. A cross between disbelief and outrage. Interesting how he managed both at the same time. She gave him a questioning look.
“Nice? That was nice? It was bloody well amazing, probably the best sex you’ve ever had and you’d be damned lucky if I decide to favor you with my attentions again. Nice my ass.”
Ignoring the outburst, Hailey gave Noah’s ear one final nibble, then hopped off the bed to go fetch a cup of stim-drink from the synthesizer. She wasn’t really all that fond of the stuff, but it gave her a chance to strut her naked body in front of Noah, and remind him of how much he’d enjoyed it.
She cupped the mug in both hands and turned to face him, wrinkling her nose. The lie tripped off her tongue with a nice ring of sincerity. “It was nice, but it wasn’t that good.”
Apparently retreat wasn’t coded into his genetics. “Oh, it was that good.” Completely naked, he planted his feet on the floor and stalked with deliberation across the distance between them.
Hailey felt an unfamiliar flutter in the depth of her stomach. Anticipation? Apparently last night’s activities had merely served to whet her carnal appetite.
It really had been that good!
Taking the mug from her hands, he placed it on the table and pulled her into his embrace. The fact that they were both still naked made it easy to tell how ready Noah was for another round.
Except, regrettably, she didn’t have time this rising. According to the readout on the display, she was due on the flight deck in less than one star-turn, which gave her just enough time for a quick shower before donning her uniform.
If she hustled.
As if reading her mind, the big cyborg scooped her up in his arms and strode to the shower cubicle. Putting her feet on the ground, he kept one muscular arm wrapped around her as he palmed the controls. The door slid shut, and warm water cascaded from the ceiling, drenching both of them.
Noah used his free hand to activate the soap dispenser and gather the lightly scented cleansing foam in his hand. He proceeded to lather every inch of her body, lingering over her breasts and buttocks.
Hailey closed her eyes, surrendering to the exquisite feelings that followed the cyborg’s very talented fingers as they roamed across her body. Hell, she could take the heat for being late this one time if it meant she got to enjoy Noah’s attentions for a little bit longer.
His hand strayed lower, his soapy fingers sliding between the soft folds guarding her sex, and Hailey moaned softly. That felt so damned good! This time though, she wanted him to realize that she could give as well as she got.
His lovely, hard shaft. Peeking up at him from beneath her lashes, she traced the head with her tongue, relishing the salty male taste for an endlessly exciting minute before she opened her mouth to engulf him.

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Jebediah stared at her breasts reverently for a long moment before he sucked one achingly tender tip into his mouth, teasing it with long, rough strokes of his tongue. A low growl escaping his throat, he grazed his teeth across the tip before he turned his attention to its twin.

He feasted hungrily on her body, pushing her clothing out of his way with impatient hands to explore every inch of her exposed flesh. Using his tongue, he traced a fiery path down her belly to the hollow of her hips, sending erotic tremors running from breast to belly, curling through her thighs to center in the moist depths of her sex.

She wanted him. Wanted him now. Wanted that massive cock of his buried deep inside her. She squirmed against his restraining hands, trying to free herself so that she could throw herself onto him.

Jebediah chuckled softly. “Easy, my little one. You need to learn who is in charge, and right now it’s me. I want to hear you beg me to mount you, to fuck you so hard you scream my name to all the stars in the galaxy as your world explodes around you.”

“I. Don’t. Beg.” The words were barely louder than a whisper. She found it hard to talk, hard to concentrate when her body cried in agony for his touch. Had she ever felt this needy, this wanting before?

“That is too bad.” He let her go for three prolonged, agonizing heartbeats, just enough time to strip off his own suit and expose his rock hard erection. Bereft of his support, Natalie sagged against the wall and drew in a ragged breath.

His cock was the most beautiful sight Natalie had ever seen. Long and thick, it jutted toward her with the promise of fulfillment, the promise of relief from the aching need that overflowed from every inch on her body. She wanted to feel that glorious shaft pulsing deep inside her, wanted it badly.

“Please?” The words left her mouth a soft plea, and she raised her head to meet his gaze.

“Close enough to begging for me.” Fierce triumph blazed in his eyes as he grasped her hips, positioning himself at her moist entrance. “I am going to fuck you so hard you won’t know which side of the galaxy is up.”

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