Mara by the Sea #romance #shifters

Since her divorce, Mara has been moldering. Or at least that’s what her best friend tells her when she drags Mara to Cancun for a pick-me-up.

Mara finds more than a pick-me-up. On the beach, she meets two beautiful men who, though they’re obviously into each other, are very much into Mara, too. And when they invite her into their unique world, it’s an experience unlike anything she could ever imagine.

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2021 Faith Talbot

“Do you know what your problem is? You don’t know how to have fun. Plain and simple. You are funless.”

Mara gaped at her friend Cor, offended. “I am not funless. I’m… funful. I have lots of fun.”

“No, you don’t.” With a slight flip of her shoulder length chestnut hair, Cor looked pointedly at Mara’s Diet Coke. Cor herself was drinking a margarita. “Seriously, when was the last time you had fun?”

“I went to the movies last weekend,” Mara shot back, defensive.

“Wow.” Cor’s voice was deadpan. “Really daring.”

Mara sank back in the booth, annoyed and chagrined at the same time. “Well, what would you suggest, Miss Ultimate Fun?”

Cor looked smug. “That actually is my name, you know.” She drew something out of her purse, holding it hidden under the edge of the table. “So of course I have ideas.”

“Of course you do.” Mara stared at the edge of the table as if she might suddenly develop X-ray vision and be able to see what her friend was hiding. “So what are these ideas? Should I be scared?”

“Of course you should be scared. I’m going to push you right out of your comfort zone.”

“I like my comfort zone. It’s comfortable. That’s why it’s called a comfort zone.”

Cor leaned over the table, a conspiratorial gleam in her eyes. “You know what else is comfortable? Hot guys fucking you senseless” — she revealed the envelope she held — “on the beach at Cancun.”

Mara stared, then reached out to take the envelope. “You didn’t.” She opened it hesitantly, as if a poisonous snake might leap out and bite her. Inside the envelope were two tickets to Cancun, one for her and one for Cor. Mara sighed. “I hope my passport’s up to date.”

“It is. I checked.” She grinned brightly and snatched the tickets back. “You’ve been moping around for eight months, ever since the divorce was finalized. This will do you some good. Trust me.”

Mara looked mournfully at her Diet Coke, then Cor’s margarita. “I guess I’ll have to.”

Cor’s grin turned to a smirk. “Damn straight.”

* * *

The sand between her toes and the mojito in her hand helped a bit, but Mara still felt out of sorts. This just wasn’t the kind of thing she did. It wasn’t a Mara thing.

That’s the point, her little voice said. Doing Mara things isn’t going to get you anywhere. Mara things are boring.

She took another sip of the mojito, enjoying the tang of mint and citrus. Maybe that little voice was just the rum talking. Maybe she should quit worrying so damn much about it and just enjoy herself. She might not break down and have a crazy sexual fling, as Cor insisted she should, but at the very least she could relax for the weekend. God knew she could use some relaxation.

She took another sip of her mojito, then leaned back in the beach chair and closed her eyes. The sun was warm, the breeze off the ocean vaguely cool, and the rum was working its way into her system, leaving her nicely limp and relaxed.

Somebody giggled.

Mara wasn’t sure why that particular sound, out of all the sounds around her, caught her attention. She wasn’t alone on the beach, after all. There were couples all around, lotioning each other, running up and down the beach, smooching, doing God only knew what under beach blankets, kids tossing beach balls and squeaking like kids do — but that giggle rose above everything else and set something off in her brain. Maybe because of the incongruity. It wasn’t a woman giggling, or a kid. It was a man, the sound of the giggle strange when paired with the deepness of his voice.

The sound came again, this time a bit more toward the laugh end of the spectrum than the giggle end. Mara turned her head and zeroed in on the source.

Two young men were sprawled over a blanket not far away. The giggling seemed even more incongruous now; the giggler was a big, lanky man, easily six feet three. And young. He’d be lucky, Mara thought, if he’d seen his twenty-fifth birthday yet. The other man looked to be a few years older and a few inches shorter. He sat bent forward a bit, a wry smile on his face, while the younger man slathered suntan lotion over his wide, muscular back. The younger man’s hands were huge, engulfing the older man’s broad shoulders. As Mara watched, he leaned forward to kiss the hollow of his friend’s shoulder, then laughed again. The sound was deep and melodious, and made Mara strangely warm. Friend, hell. Lover, more like. The older man reached up to cup his friend’s face, smiling, and Mara gulped down more mojito.

They were just so… pretty. Unselfconscious, relaxed, obviously enjoying each other’s company. She remembered feeling that way once on a beach with David, curled up into his wide body on a beach blanket while he combed his fingers through her wet hair —

She pushed that thought back. No sense thinking about that right now. She was here to have fun, to forget about the divorce and everything having to do with David.

The men moved closer together, the taller one draping his arms over his friend’s chest. They looked happy to her.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Faith Talbot has been a body double, a prima ballerina, and a forklift driver. In her spare time, she likes to knit and play the zither. Sometimes she can be found at rock concerts not being the least bit stalkery at all.

The Bear by Stephanie Burke

 

After observing the mistakes made by his fellow Huntsmen, Arcas, the Bear, refuses to follow their example. He immediately claims his mate, a descendant of the cat goddess Bastet. Their pairing will be powerful and his mate is courageous, wise, and sexy as hell. Too bad they have to bring down the remnants of a murderous cult and stop a demonic disaster from being let loose on the world.

Marshal is no fool. From the moment they met, he has been drawn to the red-haired Bear. He didn’t think world ending events would ensue to make their developing relationship a bit more difficult to navigate. But now The Hunt was on the move and nothing would stop them from achieving their goals: rescue Kern’s mate and save the world.


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EXCERPT

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“Fuck.” Arcas paced in his room, fighting the urge to heal the many bites, bumps, and bruises he’d received as he kept trying to purge the insidious drugs from his system. That those bites and bruises had come from one he considered his sister just made him… What was he feeling? Angst? Frustration? Anger? Well, yes, there was anger. A whole lot of anger, but there were more underlying emotions that refused to process.

He was angry. That he was sure of. In fact, one could say he was way beyond incensed and approaching furious at a rapid pace and there was nothing he could do to stem the tide of righteous anger that filled him to overflowing.

He remembered each one. He remembered their faces, their nasty little comments, how they treated him as a beast, something less that human… less than the animals they had gathered for this modern-day travesty of a gladiator sport. They had treated him like he was an object. Brave in the face of the drugs they had constantly injected into his veins and blew in his face. He remembered them, each and every one of them from the time he opened his eyes in that piece of shit van after they dosed him the first time to the time when they applied electric cattle prods to his back in an effort to make him shift… because there was no way he would ever forget that no matter how hard he tried.

So now he paced as he tried to process what it felt like to be knocked completely off the food chain. They didn’t even want to steal his life energy, they just wanted him dead as if he didn’t matter, as if he didn’t live and breathe and think. They just wanted him dead, almost as an afterthought. And what was worse, they’d made him attack his sister.

He remembered her wolf form screaming at him as he lunged at her, unable to stop the cursed animal within him from acting on instinct and trying to obliterate any threat that would do him more harm. He was grateful that he was incapacitated enough not to clearly think or he surely would have done more harm to his sister than he had actually managed. He shuddered as he remembered the feel of not being in control of his own body, of being a visitor in his own mind, screaming in futility, as the world turned into madness around him.

And he remembered his taste…

It was the taste of him, of his blood that gave Arcas the final push to take control of his own body and its actions once more. By then, it had almost been too late. He had been moving in for the kill and Caille, no matter how powerful she was, would not have been able to fight off the power of a god who was still being actively worshiped every time someone looked into the night sky. He would have snuffed her back to her component parts. It would have taken her centuries to re-form and it would have all been his fault.

So, yeah, add guilt to the pile of emotions threatening to drive him insane now, thank you. Guilt for not being fast enough, for not being strong enough, for not being wise enough… just for not being enough. Because of him Kern’s mate had been taken to parts unknown because when he opened his eyes in that rocking van, Thomas hadn’t been there. He could add nothing to the hunt for Kern’s mate, but he did remember each and every face that had hovered over him, had lorded over him, that had spit in his face and applied their boots and shoes to his body. He remembered each and every one and they would pay.

And there was him… How could he ever be good enough for Marshal? He himself was weak and useless… and… and… his blood.

Gods above, Arcas had never tasted anything as sweet… Marshal tasted of sunshine, of desert sands and of lotus petals. He had tasted of his forever and that was such a travesty that it almost brought tears to Arcas’ eyes because he had almost killed the man.

Caille, a goddess in her own right, would have survived. But The Cat… he was not being worshipped, had never been worshiped because Arcas could taste that in his blood. He was immortal but not invulnerable, and if he hadn’t acted when he did, Arcas would have been responsible for the destruction of his own mate.

That was something that Arcas could not abide. So he paced in his room, withheld the healing he could have so easily done to his human form, and he did his best to stick to the story that The Raven and The Wolf, along with help from his mate, had constructed. It was laughably easy how eager the police were to accept their convoluted tale. The story had all the hallmarks of a movie of the week. There were rich assholes to blame, an insane group of homophobic cultists who had access to poor, abused animals, and there were guns and drugs, lots of drugs. Hell, in this world where people cared more about animals than their own brethren, it was so easy to play the sympathy card. To add to the human interest angle, there was an obvious blended family, a person of color, and the sexual orientation of the one still missing man that guaranteed that in the right reporter’s hands they were looking at a Pulitzer. Exotic animals were just the icing on a journalistic cake that was going to be served up on all media platforms, and with today’s sentiment about eating the rich… well, companies and stocks were going to be dropping like flies after a judicious application of bug killer.

Yet now, here he was, pacing ineffectually in his room, feeling his blood pressure rise as he sought to find some outlet for his wrath.

Yes, wrath was the perfect word for the emotions that he was now feeling. Wrath and rage were coursing through his body, heating his blood, and making him want to explode.

But it was an impotent wrath for the moment for there was no clear target to aim his ire at, no one single person to blame… but himself.

And fuck, he had never been so angry in his long, never-ending life.

A knock at the door drew him away from his mounting self-anger, and as he spun around, a snarl on his lips, ready to tell whatever well-meaning sycophant disturbing his solitude to fuck off, he froze as a familiar scent suddenly filled the room.

It was — it was The Cat… his mate… and he smelled concerned.



ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Stephanie is a USA Today Best Selling, multi published, multi award-winning author, Master Costumer, handicapped, wife and mother of two.

From sex-shifting, shape-shifting dragons to undersea worlds, sexually confused elemental Fey and homo-erotic mysteries, all the way to pastel-challenged urban sprites, Stephanie has done it all, and hopes to do more.

Stephanie is an orator on her favorite subjects of writing and world-building, a sometime teacher when you feed her enough tea and donuts, an anime nut, a costumer, and a frequent guest of various sci-fi and writing cons where she can be found leading panel discussions or researching varied legends and theories to improve her writing skills.

Stephanie is known for her love of the outrageous, strong female characters, believable worlds, male characters filled with depth, and multi-cultural stories that make the reader sit up and take notice.

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PreOrder now Available! Taming Taelyn

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Taming Taelyn

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BLURB:

Taelyn: Abandoned by her parents. Raised in the uncaring foster system. Taelyn finds out she isn’t truly human when fear triggers her first shift. Adopted by a pack of gray wolves, she knows she isn’t truly one of them either. When she feels the pull of the mate-bond, her world changes forever.

Dylan: Dylan is more at home in the woods than the city. Working for the Forestry Services, he sets out to catalog the endangered grizzly bear population in the Interior of British Columbia. What he didn’t expect was to find his bond-mate running wild with a pack of gray wolves.

Taming Taelyn is a challenge Dylan is determined to win.

EXCERPT:

The wolf part of him wanted to claim her, to force her to submit to him. The human part of him knew better. Long gone were the days when a female felt the need to do whatever her mate told her to. The last thing he needed was for his new mate to think he was a jerk who just wanted to dominate her. He wanted a whole lot more from his mate.

He needed to keep his lust in check while he wooed her and convinced her to accept the mate-bond. He’d watched his packmates with their better halves long enough to know that when it came to females, compliments and presents went a whole lot further than issuing orders. It just hadn’t occurred to him that when and if he found his mate, she’d run as far and fast as she could to get away from him.

Not exactly an ego booster.

The little female slowed, glancing back over her shoulder at him. He wanted to think she was making sure he was still there, but he couldn’t shake the niggling doubt that said she was hoping he’d given up.

He lifted his head and let out a gruff bark, acknowledging her attention.

She ignored him, turning her attention to the tree line looming just ahead. She didn’t even slow down, he noted, darting between two towering pines and disappearing into the shadows beyond.

He plunged in behind her. There was no chance he’d lose her with her tantalizing scent strong in his nostrils. He slowed for a moment though, stumbling as his eyes adjusted to the dim light.

In this section of the old-growth coniferous forest, the trees had grown tall and majestic. Their thick upper branches allowed only a thin filter of light to shine through and as a result, there was little undergrowth. Decades of fallen needles cushioned the ground making for soft footing. He lifted his head, hoping to catch a glimpse of her.

There. Off to his right. Although he couldn’t see her, that irresistible scent was strong. And getting stronger. She’d stopped moving away from him. It took a moment for that to register. He moved in her direction. Slowly now, stalking carefully. It was too much to expect she’d suddenly become enamored of his awesome wolf, so her sudden change of tactic made him nervous.

He heard rustling sounds coming from just over the rise, and the realization hit him. She was shifting. Hope welled up inside him. She wanted to talk!

He looked around wildly, spotting a hollow with a few scraggly shrubs. Not much for cover, but it would have to do. Hurrying over, he crouched down and prepared for the change. It came quickly, hurried by the adrenaline still pumping through his system. He lay still for a moment, waiting for the disorientation of the change to subside.

Damn. No clothes. Then again, most werewolves were used to seeing each other in the nude, but convincing a female he’d only just met that his intentions were honorable was going to be difficult given the massive hard-on that he couldn’t control. The fact that clothing didn’t shift along with the wolf could be inconvenient at times like this. Maybe he’d get lucky, and she’d consider it a compliment? He could always hope.

Rising to his feet he strode toward the knoll. And stopped.

She stood on top of the small rise directly in front of him, legs akimbo and hands placed on her hips. She was as naked as he, and magnificent with curves in all the right places, and a shiny mane of dark hair cascading down her back. Even the stormy look on her face didn’t distract from her allure.

Her lips curled in a snarl. “Go away and leave me alone!”

Not exactly a declaration of undying love, but then he hadn’t expected one.

“Not going to happen, darling.” He took a cautious step toward her. “I know you can feel the mate-bond. We’re destined for each other.”

The dark-haired goddess lifted one imperial eyebrow and snorted. “Does that line usually work for you?”

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Programmed to Please

Programmed To Please, by Jenna Ives

Chapter One

 “Turner, I’m sending you undercover as a Beautiful Dolls sex robot.”

          Jai Turner stared at her boss, Commander Talis Rainey, convinced she couldn’t possibly have heard him right. She and her partner, Leith Wyatt, had been called into his office at the end of their duty shift. It had been a long day, as they all were on Tau Cetus in this post-apocalyptic era, and she was in no mood for a joke.

​          “Sir?” Jai noticed that even Leith, who was standing beside her, had raised his eyebrow in question.

​          For an answer, Rainey leaned forward in his chair and pushed a button on the console on his desk. “Send in Mr. Carron.”

​          A minute later, a short man stood in the doorway. His eyes darted nervously as he checked out the Spartan office before taking an apparently reluctant step into the room. He was such a stereotype that Jai felt herself stiffen. Thick glasses… hair askew… frankly, all he needed was a lab coat with a pocket protector to complete the picture. Savant. Adept. Carbon-copier.

​          Maybe her boss hadn’t been making a joke.

​          Rainey cleared his throat. “This is Anson Carron. The creator of Beautiful Dolls.”

​          If the abrupt and impersonal introduction annoyed their guest, he didn’t show it. His eyes had locked on Jai, and were scanning her up and down in a way that felt decidedly intimate despite the generic, navy blue one-piece uniform that she and everyone else on the Tau Cetus force wore.

​          “Yes,” he murmured. “I suppose I can work with this.”

​          “This,” Rainey said hotly, “is Jai Turner, one of my best agents. She’s human.”

​          The little man seemed lost in his own train of thought. “She meets his prime criteria. Of course, it would be better if I could see her without her clothes on before I make a final assessment.”

​          Jai stiffened even more. “Commander!”

​          Rainey let out a loud sigh, then glanced at Jai and the two men. “Sit. All of you.”

​          Instead, Carron took a step closer. “Can I touch her, at least?”

​          “Lay one finger on me,” Jai growled, “and it’ll be the last thing your hand ever touches.”  Wyatt stepped closer to her to drive the point home.

​          Behind his desk, Rainey blew out a breath. “I said sit!”

​          The three of them held their adversarial positions for a moment, then took the hard chairs arrayed around Rainey’s desk. Jai crossed her arms and legs defensively, and even Wyatt turned his chair around to straddle it. It was obvious neither one of them anticipated liking whatever the Commander might be about to say.

​          Rainey ran a hand through his grey-black hair and looked at the partners. “Before I start, I have just one thing to say to you two. Marque Callex.”

​          Jai gasped. “What?”

​          That changed everything. The infamous name had both her and Wyatt leaning forward in their chairs, now eagerly waiting for Rainey’s next words.

​          “You know how long we’ve been trying to get close to this guy. We may now have a chance, albeit by a very unconventional route.” Rainey nodded toward their guest. “A month ago, Mr. Carron here ran afoul of the law. No need to get into the specifics, but in an effort to save his neck – and his very lucrative business – he suggested a unique proposal in return for us not pursuing charges against him.”

​          “What kind of proposal?” Wyatt asked.

​          “A clever one, as it turns out.” Rainey smirked. “Mr. Carron agreed to send out an… invitation… to Marque Callex, in the guise of offering ‘a select number of high-powered businessmen’ the chance to sample the latest model of Beautiful Doll for free, in exchange for their feedback on the product. In reality, Callex was the only person to get this invitation.”

​          Jai’s mouth set in a disgusted line. “And he accepted.”

​          “He did,” Rainey confirmed. “It was a gamble, but it paid off. In this supposed ‘latest model,’ clients are able to customize their girl. Callex filled out the form specifying the criteria of his ideal Beautiful Doll, and now all we have to do is fulfill his requirements.” The Commander gave Jai a pointed stare. “With you.”

​          Jai’s eyes went wide. “You want me to impersonate a sexbot?”

​           “He’s requested certain specifics,” Anson Carron spoke up. “Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Lean, athletic build.”

​          Jai let out a relieved breath. “Well, that rules me out then. I’m brown-haired and brown-eyed.”

​          “Easily fixed,” her boss pointed out. “You fit the most important characteristic: athletic build. We can’t fake that, but we can correct the other things with hair dye and contact lenses.”

​          Uneasy, Jai leaned forward in her chair. “Sir, do you really believe a man who can have any model of girl he wants, would pick a B-cup and not a triple-D? For a sexbot? Come on, Commander. Are you sure Callex is even serious about this?”

​          Rainey stroked his chin thoughtfully, and then shrugged. “Well, we’ll have our answer on Monday, if he shows up at the Beautiful Dolls boudoir. Until then, prepping you for the assignment is the way we’re going to proceed. That is, if you’re agreeable.”

​          Jai scowled. There was absolutely no way she was going to volunteer for this. Have sex on command? Not a chance. Not even to bring down a man they’d long been after for suspected weapons smuggling. Besides, she could never pass for a sexbot. She had a heartbeat, for Christ’s sake! “Why don’t you send in a real Doll for the job?”

​          “Because the whole point is to get information out of him,” Rainey answered. “A robot can’t be programmed to be clever. We need someone to coax him into spilling his secrets.”

​          “With all due respect, Commander,” Wyatt interjected. “Callex is locked up tighter than a penitentiary. Security is everything in his line of work. It’s not realistic to think he’s going to give away top secret information while in the throes of passion.”

​          “You haven’t met my Dolls,” Carron mumbled.

​          Rainey ignored the remark. “Maybe not during sex, no. But haven’t you heard of pillow talk? Read your history books. Greater men have been brought down by baring their souls during that post-coital sense of euphoria. I want Jai to build a relationship with him, gain his trust.”

​          In response, Jai re-crossed her arms and legs. There was no way – absolutely none – that she was going to be anyone’s personal sex toy.

​          Rainey sighed into the stubborn silence. “Do I really need to play the Joran Breaux card with either of you?”

​          A spark of anger shot through Jai, even as she heard Wyatt shift uncomfortably on his chair. Joran was the second – and definitely much more personal – reason they were after Marque Callex. Joran had been sent in to infiltrate Callex Industries from the inside, to discover how one of the government’s top weapons contractors was secretly diverting arms to militant countries. Joran’s cover as an employee had seemed secure until two months ago, when the police force had lost contact with him on the very day he’d scheduled a meeting with Marque Callex. Three weeks later, Joran’s body had turned up – in pieces – in a recycling center a hundred clicks away.

​          Joran had been Wyatt’s partner before Jai.

​          Jai would relish the chance to avenge the death of a fellow Tau Cetus agent, but was becoming a sex slave really the best way to do it?

​          “How do we know Jai won’t end up the same way Joran did? Dead?” Wyatt rasped. Raw emotion was clear in his voice.

​          “Because we’re embedding you as the Beautiful Dolls concierge,” Rainey answered. “You’ll be there secretly taping the sessions, close by to protect her if things get out of control.”

​          “Good God,” Jai balked. “You plan to record the sex encounters with Callex?”

​          Rainey scowled. “You know how long we’ve been trying to get to Marque Callex. This may be our best chance. But if you’re not up to it, Turner, I’ll find another female agent with athletic build who’s more committed to her job.”

​          “I’m committed to my job, Commander,” she protested hotly.

​          Rainey waved a hand. “I probably shouldn’t have even offered it to you two. Wyatt is too close to this case. I just thought he’d want a crack at the guy who murdered his partner. But you’re right, Turner. Wyatt could very well be a liability.”

​          “I didn’t say –” Now the Commander was accusing her of letting down the force and her new partner. The guy was a master manipulator.

​          Silence stretched in the room while Jai considered her options. Her very limited options. As in, none. “I’ll do it.”

​          “What?”

​          Jai’s mouth set into a mulish line. What real choice did she have? Marque Callex needed to be stopped. “I said I’ll do it. If this is our best – and possibly only – chance to get to him, well, then, I’m in.” 

© by Jenna Ives

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Lots of heat in this one…

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Heat Strokes (Multi-Author Box Set)

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Excerpt from Seducing Destiny/Dark Kisses

This excerpt if from Dark Kisses

copyright, Anne Kane

BLURB:

Kidnapped and dumped in unfamiliar territory, Katie has no idea where she is. When Jeff finds her, her werewolf instincts tell her that he would never harm her. On the contrary, his dark kisses send flames of liquid lust sizzling through her veins. If only she knew who the old wolf who kidnapped her was, and why he’d chosen this territory to desert her.

EXCERPT:

Satisfied that nothing dangerous lurked within the walls of his home, he grabbed her hand and drew her into the entrance. He’d designed a spacious mudroom between the garage and the rest of the house, somewhere to shed winter clothing or muddy boots before he entered the main house.

“Oh, what a perfect idea!” Katie looked around with approval. “You really are a genius!”

Jeff laughed, feeling the knot of apprehension he hadn’t known was there, loosening in his stomach. He led her through the rest of the house, basking in her admiration of the country-style kitchen, the casual dining area and the large family room. He held his breath as he showed her the sunken tub in the bathroom. He could already picture the ways the two of them could enjoy it.

“There’s seven bedrooms, and the master suite.” He led her up the sweeping staircase. “I’ve always wanted a large family, as well as enough room for guests.”

Katie turned to stare up at him, a hint of alarm in her gorgeous blue eyes. “Seven? Are you planning on starting your own pack?”

He laughed. “No. Just being practical.” He herded her toward the master suite, eager to see her reaction. She didn’t disappoint him.

“This is amazing!” One entire wall was glass, looking out over the meadow behind the house. French doors led out to a covered deck, where he liked to sit in the morning, watching the sun come up from behind the woods. She turned, her mouth opening to say something.

Time slowed. Her eyes widened, the brilliant blue flashing with enthusiasm as he drew her into the circle of his arms. Her lips parted beneath his, soft and sweet. He could taste the remnants of her dinner as his tongue swept in to take possession of her mouth. He cupped the back of her head, her long hair silky-smooth beneath his fingers.

They clung to each other. Tasting. Exploring. An incredible sense of completeness settled over Jeff. She was his mate, his other half. He reached out with his mind, gently, not wanting to scare her. He could sense her confusion, her hesitation. She hadn’t been raised within a pack structure, and didn’t understand the subtle nuances of the connections between pack mates. Between life mates.

He could tell the exact moment she became aware of him in her mind. She stiffened, pulling away to stare up at him, confusion clouding her eyes. “How can you do that?”

He ran his hand down her back, holding the rounded swell of her buttocks. “You can do it too. Reach out for me. Close your eyes and trace the path back to me.”

Her eyelashes fluttered down, and he could feel the first tentative touch of her mind in his. Hesitant. Cautious.

 She opened her eyes and he read the wonder in their depths. “I can see your thoughts, your feelings. How is this possible?”

He smiled gently. “We are one. Destined for each other. There are no boundaries between true mates. It’s an ancient gift.”

He could feel her hesitation, her doubt. Her presence disappeared from his mind, and he reluctantly let her push him out of hers. She needed time, and for now, he was willing to wait. So long as he could touch her, hold her, protect her, he would wait for her to accept him.

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#Werewolves. #Romance. Technical Difficulties.

Sonya is straight. She’s also terrified of werewolves. So, when she’s forced to work with a male-to-female transgender wolf, the last thing she expects is to fall in love. But, hey, not so fast. Falling in love with a werewolf means living in her pack, where first-time sex equals mating. For life.

Author: Emily Carrington

Cover Art: Angela Knight

BIN: 009019-02918

Genres: Action AdventureNew ReleasesParanormalRomanceUrban Fantasy

Themes: Bisexual, Pansexual & Gender Non-ConformingElves, Dragons & Magical CreaturesMulticultural & InterracialShapeshiftersWerewolves

Series: Lady Troubles (#1)

Multiverse: Searchlight (#7)

Book Length: Novella

Page Count: 121
Price: $4.99   $4.24

Technical Difficulties (Lady Trouble 1)
Emily Carrington
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2019 Emily Carrington

The dragon had been brutalized. As Medical Technician Sonya Johnson worked over the corpse, she couldn’t miss the signs. The poor dragon-in-human-guise was female. She’d given birth recently. Her distended stomach, open cervix, and other signs all bore witness to this.

Sonya whispered, “I think you were dead when most of these were inflicted.” She’d quickly discovered the cause of death: a crushed skull that had occurred while the dragon was in human form. Now all she wanted was to be done chronicling the postmortem atrocities and see to it that the poor soul had a decent burial.

Sonya smiled just a little. Thinking of any dragon as a “poor soul” was a little like calling a lion a kitty cat. Dragons, like werewolves, she thought with a shudder, were known for taking care of themselves. Both apex predators of the magical world, for slightly different reasons, they were treated with respect and almost obsessive politeness by other magical beings and the few humans unlucky enough to know about their existence.

“Humans like me.” Her smile was gone as she finished cataloging the last injury. Shaking her head, Sonya covered the body with a sheet and left the autopsy room. She locked the door before heading into her office.

All right, so it wasn’t technically “her” office any more than the autopsy room belonged to her. But she thought of both as her property because she spent more time in them than anyone else. That was thanks to the doctoral-level degree she was seeking from SearchLight Academy in Reptilian Magical Creatures: Treatment and Dissection. Unlike those who studied humans, magical creature experts were expected to have a wider knowledge base. The closest comparison Sonya could make was a general-practice physician. And even they weren’t responsible for both the living and the dead.

She had just finished her second year of postgraduate work. It was May. She had a blissful ten weeks off for the summer. Of course, she was still expected to work on her dissertation, so “rest” wasn’t in her vocabulary. But she wouldn’t be attending biweekly meetings with this or that professor to discuss her research. She might even have considered a week away from the city of Tampa, where she worked, and its lesser cousin, the city of St. Petersburg, where she lived. But she hadn’t scheduled any time off because she’d been too fixated on her dissertation to think beyond the next few days.

Someone knocked on the office door. Not closed completely and made of a light pressboard, the door opened a little more. Sonya caught sight of a skirt in a bold print and a tapered shoe. She called, “Come in.”

A woman stepped inside, saying simply “Sorry to disturb you” — and Sonya’s mind went sideways. Not because there was anything particularly wrong with the voice. It was just that she wasn’t used to hearing a slightly male-sounding voice coming out of a woman’s body.

Transgender. That’s what they call themselves. And, on the heels of that, I hate it when someone says “they” about my people so I will not start out by thinking of this person as a part of “they.” She’s dressed as a woman. I’ll call her “her.”

“Um,” she said uncomfortably, “you’re not. Please sit down.”

The transgender person — the woman, Sonya scolded herself — didn’t sit. Neither did she shut the door. “Thanks, but…” She looked briefly discomfited. “I’m Agent Brown. Maxine.”

That surely wasn’t the name you were born with. Oh, shut the fuck up! She doesn’t want you staring, and you will get over yourself.

Sonya realized Maxine was waiting for a response. Her small, delicate and frankly attractive nose was turning slightly red, just like Sonya’s did when she was embarrassed. “I’m sorry,” she said, rising and extending her hand. “I’m Sonya Johnson, one of the medical techs.”

The moment their hands touched, the hair on the back of Sonya’s neck stood up. She pulled back rather quickly. “Um… um…” She looked away from the hand she’d shaken and into eyes that were startling in their beauty. Honey-brown and shadowed by long, thick lashes, they took Sonya’s breath away. She forgot for a moment that her neck was prickling and smiled. “How may I help you?”

Maxine, who had taken a step forward to grip Sonya’s hand, retreated at least that far. “Agent Wellington wants to see you when it’s convenient.” She hesitated before adding, “He’s the head of Werewolf Watch.”

Sonya shivered. She couldn’t help herself. She hated werewolves. They were the craziest, most terrifying — Oh, get ahold of yourself. If you’re being called, you specifically… She met Maxine’s eyes. “You are looking for me, right? Because Jenny Davis could –”

“I’m sorry. He wants you personally.” She really did look empathetic. “If it helps, it will just be him, you, and me in a large conference room.”

Sonya’s particular skills were needed. She specialized in dragons and basilisks. What could she possibly do for a werewolf? Because Wellington had to be a werewolf. Unlike in the Department of Dragons, with which Sonya worked on a regular basis, Werewolf Watch was stuffed to capacity with, well, what else? Werewolves.

Shit. That probably means this woman is a werewolf. She looked directly into Maxine’s eyes, needing to know. “You’re a werewolf too?”

Maxine nodded. “Agent Wellington said to tell you he understands your circumstances, whatever those are, and that he wouldn’t call for you unless it was absolutely necessary. He also promises you can have a large conference room and it will only be the three of us; Agent Wellington, you, and me. We want to make you as comfortable as possible.”

Whatever those are. She doesn’t know. Sonya felt a little better. “Can he give me fifteen minutes to… to…” She glanced down at her report. To finish my work flashed across her mind, but it would take at least two hours to do that.

“I’ll tell him you’ll be up in thirty,” Maxine said gently.

Feeling a little more comforted, Sonya said, “Thank you. I’ll be up soon.”

Maxine left, closing the door behind her. Black, like me. But transgender and werewolf. The three modifiers to the name Agent Maxine Brown hit one right after the other. Sonya sank into her chair and covered her face with her hands. If she was going to have a prayer of working with werewolves…

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….and I’m back!

Wow! I can’t believe it’s been almost 2 months since I posted anything on this blog! Actually I can, if only because it feels like forever. My mundane you-need-to-make-a-living-and-pay-the mortgage life took over entirely, and I have to tell you that is not the best part of my existence. After two months of no writing I think I’m going crazy. Really. Completely. So, here my promise to myself. I will write each and every day. It may only be ten or twenty minutes but I will do it. My sanity depends on it! Also, the dog is annoyed because he likes my writing space much better than my serious accountant space. The writing space has cushy furniture and a bigger window.

In case you need something to tide you over while waiting for my next new release, how about a collection of older stories from Changeling Press featuring on of my earler shifter stories? If you live anywhere near the flatlands, you know about prairie dogs. Cute, quick to jump down a hole in the ground, and very prolific. Very VERY prolific. They live in “towns”  populated by dozens and dozens of the little rascals in one location. Now what if that praire dog town was actually a town full of shifters?

Author: Anne Kane, Camille Anthony, Carlanime Bligh, Dawn Montgomery, Lena Austin, Marteeka Karland, Mary Winter, Tuesday Richards

Cover Art: Renee’ George

BIN: 06932-02234

Genres: Box Sets, New Releases, Paranormal, Romance, Wildest West

Themes: Bisexual and More, MC Romance, Multiple Partners, Second Editions, Shapeshifters

Series: Dawg Town Multi-Author (#1)

Book Length: Box Set

Page Count: 172

One very special town. A whole lot of very bad — and very hot — Dawgs. Prairie Dawgs, that is…

Anne Kane — Hustle: A game of pool turns into a sexy seduction, Prairie Dawg style.

Lena Austin — Bad Dawg: One OTR trucker. One leather-clad biker. One very special town.

Marteeka Karland — Hot Dawg: Selene’s hot pink Harley is pointed straight to adventure, Dawg Town style.

Mary Winter: Chip & Dale: Usually a prairie dog colony is one male, several females. Tusa wants it the other way around.

Dawn Montgomery — Playing for Keeps: Riley holds all the cards, but Tara’s playing for keeps.

Camille Anthony — Puppy Dawg: It’ll take both hell and high water to set two stumbling lovers on the path to each other.

Tuesday Richards — Mad Dawg: Bryce’s bad started when he dodged a prairie dog and laid down his prized motorcycle… Can the day get any worse?

Carlanime Bligh — Prairie Rose: There’s a hunky new librarian in town, the moon is full, and Rose is in heat!

 

Do you love Shifters as much as I do?

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Yeah. You know what I mean. Dragon Shifters. Werewolves. Imperial WerePanthers. Those shifters. RomanceLand kind of shifters. Well, there’s a new game in town called Shifter’s United and their first release is out now. I was going to wait and write a review once I’d read it, but that could take a few days (or weeks, I’m kind of busy at the office right now) so I decided to just post what I have. The cover alone is worth the price! shifters united

 

In Night Wolves, three authors with three very different werewolf novellas bring you beneath the full moon to reveal the secrets that darkness conceals. Where alphas fight for what’s theirs and mates will do anything to be together, the passion and power of shifters is on full display.

Into the Moonlight
Aya works night shifts at a paper mill, surrounded by men who frustrate and disgust her. When a Kaleb appears from the shadows, her life takes an unexpected turn. He offers her a way out, excitement and passion beyond her wildest dreams. But at what price?
As soon as he sees Aya on the factory roof, working on a stuck valve, he realizes she’s his mate. And yet, if he reveals himself he puts her in more danger than she’s ever known. The right thing to do would be to walk away and continue his solitary existence as he hunts the former alpha of his pack. One act of kindness breaks down his barriers. He can’t resist his smart, sexy mate. He’s ready to claim not just her, but also his birthright.

In Her Mate’s Arms
When Kacie’s alpha hits her, she knows it’s time to leave her pack. Using Shifters United’s help line, she makes her way north, to Iron Horse territory where a safe house awaits. She plans to just stay there until she can move north, but when she realizes her mate’s pack runs the safe house, perhaps she’s found her home after all.
Sloan Dundrick knew first-hand what abuse could do to a family. His sister had died because of it, and that’s why he’d built a safe house on his family’s land. When he hears word of an unmated female needs sanctuary, he offers. Then he discovers it’s his mate, and nothing will stop him from claiming what is his, and ensuring her alpha receives retribution for the pain he caused her.
An alpha’s challenge threatens everything Kacie and Sloan hold dear. Will the pack survive, and more importantly, will she be able to remain in her mate’s arms.

Devil’s End
Orphan Emma Morgan, inexperienced in the ways of the world, finds herself alone in the Wild West gold mining town of Devil’s End, an outlaw settlement where men considerably outnumber women. Cast out on her own after the untimely death of her guardians, Emma is adopted by the feline shifter Elisa Chinchilla. Elisa hints at dark secrets in the town before telling Emma that she must work to pay her way if she wishes to continue to live in the safety and security of Elisa’s luxurious home.
Emma soon learns that Elisa’s House of Goodwill is a brothel and paying her way means working as a prostitute, servicing the ravenous and insatiable man-wolves of Devil’s End. However, one man is different. Raven Black is a shapeshifter, as are most of the men of Devil’s End, but Raven is not like the others. Raven leads the winged ones rather than the wolves. He has the power to rise above the constraints of this dead-end town and he wants to take Emma with him.
However, can Emma trust Raven and is she willing to allow herself to be rescued? And will Marcus, the jealous alpha male of a rival pack of shapeshifters, allow it to happen?

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Book Review – Angel Betrayed by Cynthia Eden

 

If you read my blog at all you know I generally don’t do book reviews on my blog, but since I haven’t got anything else to rave about today, I might as well tell you about the book I just finished reading. If you want to know how much I enjoyed it, let me explain that I picked it up on a whim Friday night about 8:30. and I finished it about an hour ago.

Now that might not sound like a fast read, but consider that I had my grandkids for the weekend, and I took them to watch The Crimes of Grindewald  Saturday afternoon. So I didn’t get to read it from cover to cover, which I probably would have if I could have. I was hooked from page one!

This is not a new book, the release date was 2012 so many of you may have already read it. I’ve never been good at reviews because I don’t want to give away too much of the story, but here goes. Seline is a half breed demon, who’s just starting to realize the things she’s been told her whole life may not be entirely true. She’s feisty, and I got to say I love her attitude. She is no wimpy little heroine. She knows what she wants and she intends to get it, even if that sexy Fallen Angel gets in her way.

Did I mention a sexy Fallen Angel? Hot damn! Make that double Hot Damn! Even though he’s a fallen angel, and not a heavenly one, you can’t help but admire him. You can even admire the reason he got kicked out of the heavenly hosts (but I’ll let you read about that for yourself) And you just have to love the way he’s fixated on Seline. It might take him a while to admit it, but he is every bit as hooked on that luscious little demon as I was on this story.

There’s a very complicated plot that keeps you guessing, a couple of Hellhounds that add a bit of local color, some more Others (as in non-human characters) and even a little bit of magic.

I highly recommend this book, and I’m going to hunt down the rest of the series as my own little Christmas present to myself. If I had a review system (did I mention I don’t usually do book reviews?) I’d give this one 5 stars, or maybe 5 eternal flames. Yeah. It was that good!

Disclaimer: The author did not give me a copy of this book or any kind of reward for reviewing it or even suggest I read it. I actually don’t know the author (but she just landed on my favorites list)

It’s listed on Amazon here or you can look it up where ever you get your books.