Perfect Rythm by Meagan Slayer #romance #GBLTQ #gay romance #shifters

The moment the king passed down the curse, Minos knew he wasn’t getting his voice back. He’s caused enough heartache for two lifetimes, but when he sees a handsome man struggling in the lake, his innate desire to protect comes to the surface.

John Leed just wants to be loved. When he comes out to his friends, instead of embracing him, they throw him overboard — into the arms of a merman. Once together, he realizes he’s found the partner he’s always wanted.

Minos is determined to protect this human. Can they forge a relationship or will the secrets in Minos’s past disrupt their perfect rhythm?

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Copyright ©2021 Megan Slayer

I’ll never get my voice back. Minos swam through the lake with nowhere to go. He wished he had somewhere to be, but being banned, all he could do was linger.

He’d lost his purpose — working for the king — and his voice. Why? Because he’d trusted the wrong mer. Sure, he’d been partially to blame. He’d pursued Rian, the prince of the mers, a bit too heavily. In his defense, he’d thought Rian loved him.

He’d been so wrong.

He continued to swim and cursed the king’s decision to punish him. He didn’t deserve to be without a voice. No one could understand him, and he’d failed at expressing himself. His magic remained, but faded the longer he was punished. Where was this perfect being to complete him and fix the problem?

That being probably didn’t exist.

He couldn’t shake his anger. All he’d wanted was to be loved. He’d truly thought he had a connection with Rian, and that they could’ve even been partners.

Except he knew the truth. He and Rian would never be together. They weren’t couple material.

Fuck. He wished he had his voice back. His anger wasn’t going anywhere, but time made him realize he needed to apologize and be honest with not only Rian, but himself. He’d been terrible to Rian, and the guilt ate at him.

Minos surfaced. One thing he loved was the way the moon shimmered on the waves on the lake at night. The water was never calm, but the ripples reminded him of magic. Like the magic surrounded him. The glittery effect never lasted long, but was still dazzling.

He shook his hair out and surveyed the landscape. At night, the water and sky seemed to blend into endlessness.

The moonlight sparkled on the waves. He trailed his fingers through the dark water. The ripples mesmerized him. A sound filtered to him, and he tipped his head. The sound reminded him of a whistle or horn. A boat?

He glanced over his shoulder and spotted a vessel. He’d seen plenty of boats, and this one didn’t seem overly exciting. It was a bigger watercraft and had people lounging in the moonlight on the deck. They were partying and singing or playing music. One man appeared to have a drink in his hand.

Minos stayed out of sight from the boat and watched the humans. Two men stood at the railing. A woman reclined in a chair, and another one stepped out onto the deck. A third man held a big glass.

Minos hated playing the voyeur, but he couldn’t look away. He wanted a group of friends and a place to belong. Those people seemed carefree and happy.

Maybe he could approach them. One of these people could be his destiny. Was he supposed to talk to the humans? He wasn’t sure how without his voice, but he’d been wrong about the magic before.

He listened closer, but didn’t hear the music. His destiny would come with the specific song of his mate. If anyone in the boat could belong to him, then he would hear the unique tune.

Nothing.

The voices filtered to him again, though, and he honed in on the conversation.

“John wants to tell us something,” one of the women said. She flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder. “He says it’s important.”

“Nothing with John is important.” The dark-haired man swatted at one of the women. “He’d have to speak up first, and he’s so shy.”

“And too dramatic.” The blond man laughed. “He can’t say anything too exciting.”

“Now, it might be important,” the other girl said. “My brother wanted that promotion at work. He’s good at his job and would be a great building manager. He’s been shift manager for a long time and proving himself.”

Minos dipped under the water to breathe. He had no idea what a building manager might be and wondered what it looked like. Did that mean the man was in charge of the boxes the humans lived in? Worked in? He surfaced and listened to the humans talk.

“Well, whatever it is, he can get his ass out here any time now,” one of the guys said.

Minos couldn’t follow the conversation, but he enjoyed listening. The humans were so angry and pushy.

A fourth man ventured out to the deck. The other humans were dressed for night swimming and lounging on the boat, but this guy seemed out of place. He wore glasses and kept his inky black hair cut short. Instead of being dressed like the other men in shorts, he wore a button-down shirt and slacks.

Minos stared at him. He liked the way this man looked. He longed to touch him. A faint tune played in his ears. Was it music from the radio? He wasn’t sure.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and white hot themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been nominated at the LRC for Best Author, Best Contemporary, Best Ménage, Best BDSM and Best Anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on various e-tailer sites.

When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends of the Keystone-LaGrange Public library.

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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Copyright ©2020 Stephanie Burke

“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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Lots of heat in this one…

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Heat Strokes (Multi-Author Box Set)

#PNR #Shifters

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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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….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!

 

Throwback Thursday – A Wolf’s Hunt

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Stephen Skollsgaard is worn down from the duties of Pack Alpha. Now, the Huntress demands he hunt magical prey in a ceremonial hunt — one more burden for an overwhelmed Alpha. And worse, she sends an arrogant, narcissistic dragon to accompany him.

The Dragon Zhang doesn’t care much for things outside the Celestial Realm-but one good look at the sexy Pack Alpha Stephen and he’s willing to spend a little time in the real world. Plus, that Alpha looks like he needs a bit of taming, which Zhang is always eager to do.

It’s time for Stephen to prove his worth and hunt his prey, but will he find he’s the prey of the dragon, instead?

“If you like your romantic heroes to be combative, yet passionate, if you enjoy imaginative stories of the fantastical kind, and if you’re looking for an entertaining “battle of the wills’” with an ending that is as passionate as it is happy, then you will probably like this short novella.”  Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews

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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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Love shifters, werewolves, and hot guys?

Genres: Box SetsDark FantasyNew ReleasesParanormalRomanceUrban Fantasy

Themes: Bisexual and MoreElves, Dragons & Magical Creatures2GayInterracialShapeshiftersVampires

Series: A Pack of His Own (#1)

Multiverse: Searchlight (#1)

Book Length: Novella

Page Count: 518

Price: $5.99  $4.79

A psychic vampire, werewolves, and war with TruWolves terrorists – how can they find time for love?

Hunter’s Claim: Luis Delgado, psychic vampire, can deal with lust. That’s one of the fun parts of being a psychic vampire. What he can’t handle is falling in love with the half wolf who wants nothing to do with him.

Almost nothing. Charlie can’t resist the sex. But Charlie has become alpha of an eros pack, whom he must protect at all costs, and the TruWolves terrorist group wants to destroy everyone who supports peace between the straight and LGBT wolves. How can there be time for love?

Tracker’s Fate: Ethan is afraid his job as a tracker — execution chief among his duties — will keep other wolves away and cripple his soul. Jeremy wants children. He is not bisexual, though, and can’t imagine seeking out a female wolf just to have pups.

When these two are thrown into a murder mystery where the bystanders are not so innocent, can Ethan and Jeremy find their way to true love?

 

EXCERPT:

August in Tampa, Florida, shouldn’t exist in a universe with sane physical laws. August in the dry heat of the Southwest made sense. The widely variable season that passed for summer in the far Northeast was to be expected. But the 100 percent humidity on top of 105-degree temperatures of Tampa were suited only for Spain and its neighbors. The countries where Luis Ramón Delgado’s family had come from.

Well, most of his family. His closest family — mother, brother, two aunts, and half a dozen cousins — came from Puerto Rico. They were the black sheep of the Delgado clan. His father had been the same up until the bastard had left his wife and married a proper Spanish psychic vampire.

Puerto Rico was hot and sticky like the west coast of Florida. But at least Luis’s island home possessed merciful breezes.

Yes, he thought as he leaned against the alley wall and listened to the psychic world around him. But in Florida it rains almost every afternoon. I simply detest oppressive heat, and I would be as miserable at home as I am here.

Not that he was exactly miserable. Atrocious weather aside, Florida in general — and her cities in particular — gave birth to a continual supply of food. All he had to do when hungry was walk out his apartment door, turn left, wander about six blocks, and misery would surround him.

Luis moved behind a Dumpster as two teenage kids stalked past. He was hungry now, and their postures bespoke a feast of negativity and self-aggrandizement. But…

Yes. But. He was on duty. And while it might be twenty minutes or more before Ethan returned with a report on the location of the TruWolves terrorist cell, Luis must be ready in case his tracker partner arrived early. Ethan Warner wouldn’t turn him in for unauthorized feeding, but neither did Luis want to put the werewolf in that uncomfortable position unless there was no other choice.

He stepped away from the Dumpster and looked both ways in the alley for Ethan’s wolf form. Another downside to Tampa in August — at least this August; he couldn’t say he’d particularly noticed before — was its lack of wolf-scent-carrying wind. Just a whisper of Ethan’s location would do.

Had his tracker partner been gone too long?

As had happened during the past year or so, fears of Ethan being captured by Gary Gavin, the founder and matriarch of the TruWolves, tried to scramble Luis’s thoughts. And as he had a hundred times before, he set the fear aside, grasping at a bit of amusing contradiction to ease his troubled mind.

Gary Gavin. Gigi to some, and matriarch to me, isn’t male. Or female. Sai is a different gender. He wasn’t tempted to laugh because sai, when used by transgender werewolves, was the loose equivalent of the human term “intersex.” To Luis’s way of thinking, everyone had a right to declare their gender and/or sexual orientation as they saw fit. No, he was amused by the word sai itself, the transwolf term for “gender neutral” or “my gender’s none of your fucking nevermind,” because it reminded him of a Japanese word that could be loosely translated to “dagger.” And also because Ethan, whom Luis knew to be a Japanese werewolf, had used the comparison between the two words to teach Luis. That was Ethan’s way: show by something memorable so the lesson wouldn’t need to be retaught.

Here came another kid, maybe early twenties this time, bopping down the sidewalk like he hadn’t a care in the world. Hands in his pockets and gawking up at the nighttime sky as though he saw the stars despite Tampa’s downtown lights. Luis purposely turned away. The kid had greasy hair and tattered sneakers. And didn’t seem to give a shit. He would make the perfect victim for a quick feeding if Luis stared too long.

“You got a dollar?” the kid asked. His question was accompanied by the brief flicker of a streetlight on metal.

Luis considered the knife the kid held. The tip of the blade was less than a foot from Luis’s chest. What am I supposed to do when they start walking into my clutches? He smiled, lips closed. “Sure.” He pulled his wallet from his back pocket. With the guy’s full attention on the bit of empty leather, Luis slipped into the young man’s open mind.

You don’t want to mug me, he sent. Then he laughed. That line reminded him of a movie he’d seen recently. He followed it up. You want to go to the local employment office in the morning and rethink your career choice.

The kid nodded.

Luis tucked his wallet away and took the knife from the human’s slackened grip. Before you go, you want to feed me.

The youth nodded again.

Lean against the wall. And relax. This won’t hurt. Luis allowed the young human’s physically well-hidden determination and fear to cascade into his mind. He consumed them like meat and potatoes.

He dipped back in and found little in the way of other aggression. What brought you to this crossroads, kid? He kept the thought to himself. With a sigh, he gave back a little of the energy he’d taken in the form of calm reassurance. You’ve already done something better with your life. Go find out what it is.

The youth nodded again. Smiled. Then he turned away.

He looks like my baby cousin. Sighing, Luis pulled six folded bills out of the hidden pocket in his jeans. Hey, kid. Hold up. He pushed the hundred dollars into the young man’s hand. Go on. Hide that, and go get your future.

He meant to watch until the kid disappeared, but his ears brought him news. Apparently Ethan had taken his advice and sheltered his mind well. There was the sound of clicking nails on concrete.

His tracker partner appeared less than ten seconds later. Luis watched him hesitate at the other end of the alley. Then Ethan, in wolf form, padded to where Luis stood, and sat beside him.

“You stink of magic,” Luis said.

Ethan whimpered.

Luis scanned the immediate vicinity. No other humans had noticed them as of yet. “I wish you could talk or communicate some other way when you’re like this.” He nudged a pile of clothes out from under a fall of mostly clean newspaper. “Can you change?”

He glanced down into Ethan’s inscrutable dark eyes. Was the werewolf laughing at him?

Luis looked away the instant Ethan started shifting to the human guise he wore most of the time. Not because he hadn’t seen his tracker partner naked before, and not out of any sense of shame or propriety, but because they didn’t need to be found out at such a delicate moment. SearchLight provided its trackers with ways to redirect human senses, but that was no excuse for carelessness.

Especially so close to a potential terrorist hive. Lair. Whatever werewolves called their sanctuaries.

“The den’s empty,” Ethan said from a place behind and below Luis’s left elbow. The rustle of cloth accompanied his words. “I don’t think it’s been so for more than a week. Maybe only forty-eight hours.”

“Did the TruWolves know we were coming?” That argued for a leak within SearchLight’s Tampa-based offices, a powerful precog werewolf among the terrorists, or a telepathic werewolf with strength the likes of which Luis hadn’t seen since his days in Professor Charlie McLaughlin’s classes at SearchLight Academy.

Charlie. He closed his eyes and breathed. It shouldn’t feel this fresh close to five months later, especially not when all Luis had hoped for was a single interplay of bodies.

“That’s my thought also,” Ethan said.

Luis’s mouth fell open. He conquered the urge to say something along the lines of Why am I still obsessing over him? and dragged his mind back to the conversation they were having. Ethan wasn’t talking about Charlie. He meant the terrorists.

Fully clothed now, Ethan stood beside him. “Do you want to check it out?”

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Coyote Games

Series: S.O.S. (Special Outreach Services)

 Genres/Themes: Paranormal, Action-Adventure, Suspense, Romance

Shapeshifters, Men and Women in Uniforms

Author: Anne Kane

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There’s coyote trouble in the canyon. One coyote, to be specific. A male. He’s been creating havoc in the small rural community of Pine Valley — enough havoc it’s time to call in the Feds.

The S.O.S, U.S. Dept. of Fish and Wildlife, Special Outreach Services Division, investigates crimes involving shifters. Special Agent Kinsey is the absolute expert on coyote shifters. Because she is one. And Greg expects nothing less than the very best.

Life is about to get interesting in Pine Valley…

 

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 She tried to resist. Really. She did. But then he lowered his head to envelop her mouth with his lips, and she was lost. He tasted like sin and sex and a wild romp in the woods on a moonlight night. She could feel the blood pounding in her veins, her inner coyote stirring as it recognized its mate. Oh yeah. She wanted him, wanted him now and forever in that sappy stupid way you read about in women’s magazine quizzes.

She quit fighting his hold on her, and opened her mouth, inviting him to ravish her. He took instant advantage, devouring her lips with a fierce intensity that left her knees weak.

He’d always been able to do that, to walk into her personal space and make her melt. Well, this time it was going to be different. Sure, she wanted him, but that didn’t mean she had to give her very self up to him. It just meant she wanted to screw him, use him to satisfy her baser animal urges.

A tiny part of her mind objected, tried to tell her this was a bad idea, that she’d regret it, but she closed that voice firmly away in a compartment where she could ignore it. She was going to use Greg to satisfy her own carnal desires, and haul him back to D.C. to face Frederick’s wrath. Ex-operatives were not supposed to go out and cause problems in the human world.

This time she’d be the one to claim she was only doing her job, nothing personal. His hand brushed the sensitive skin just above the first button on her uniform, and she stopped thinking altogether.

 

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Grizzly Affair – a Romance Novella

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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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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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