PreOrder now Available! Taming Taelyn

Northern Rockies Pack #3

Taming Taelyn

http://www.AnneKane.com

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?”

BUY NOW

Apple Books – https://books.apple.com/us/book/taming-taelyn/id1532818072

Barnes & Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/taming-taelyn-anne-kane/1137717233?

Kobo – https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/taming-taelyn

               Amazon.com – https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08JM6MRFM?

Amazon.ca – https://www.amazon.ca/Taming-Taelyn-Northern-Rockies-Pack-ebook/dp/B08JM6MRFM/

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.

PRE ORDER LINKS – LIVE NOVEMBER 1ST (That’s Friday!!)

Changeling Press – https://www.changelingpress.com/seducing-destiny-dark-kisses-duet-northern-rockies-pack-1-b-2947

Amazon- https://www.amazon.com/Seducing-Destiny-Kisses-Northern-Rockies-ebook/dp/B07Z4W4Z67/
B&N – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/seducing-destiny-dark-kisses-duet-anne-kane/1134087712
Kobo – https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/seducing-destiny-dark-kisses-duet
iBooks – https://books.apple.com/us/book/id1483531619

Powered by Linky Tools

Click here to enter your link and view this Linky Tools list…

The Alpha’s Demiwolf (Utopia 1)

Author: Gale Stanley

Publisher: Changeling Press

Cover Art: Bryan Keller

BIN: 009067-02934

Genres: Paranormal, Romance, New Adult, Single Parent/Pregnancy Romance, Voyeurism and Exhibitionism, Werewolves

Blurb:

Kya: I’m a demiwolf — half wolf, half human, and both species despise my weird mix of genes. Despite the fact I strip for a living, I’ve hung on to my virginity for twenty-two years. Until I got knocked up by a big, bad wolf. Now, I’m going to bring another demiwolf into the world, but his father will never know.

Levi: I’m all wolf, and Alpha of my pack, committed to keeping our bloodlines pure. Then on the night of my bachelor party, I hooked up with a stripper. I just wanted to teach the demiwolf a lesson, but the sex set me on fire. My wolf claimed her and now I can’t get her out of my head. But what if she won’t accept me?

Available at:

Changeling Press: https://www.changelingpress.com/the-alpha-s-demiwolf-utopia-1-b-2934

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07Y8SWS3R/

B & N:  https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w?ean=2940161161746

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-alpha-s-demiwolf

iBooks: https://books.apple.com/us/book/the-alphas-demiwolf/id1481112064?ls=1

Excerpt:

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

The Alpha’s Demiwolf (Utopia 1)
Gale Stanley
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2019 Gale Stanley

Kya

I cringed when I saw the billboard proclaiming, Girls! Girls! Girls! It was a tacky way to get attention, and I hated it. Averting my eyes, I turned the corner, pulled into the lot, and parked my old pickup behind the club. It was my first night at Show ’n Tails, and a definite step down from my old job, but I’d been fired and needed a gig ASAP.

The incident wasn’t my fault. There were two of us on the stage and Brandi was so sloshed she invaded my space and fell on her ass. As if that wasn’t enough, she accused me of tripping her. Well, one thing led to another and we both got canned. Another girl told me that Show ’n Tails was hiring and I went for an audition. The manager was an asshat, but he doesn’t ask too many questions. I like to keep a low profile.

This isn’t the life I wanted, but taking off my clothes pays the bills, and I won’t apologize for trying to earn a living. At least I’m not selling my body, just the illusion of sex. A lot of girls up their game, but not me. My virginity is the last piece of self-respect I own and I won’t give it up to some creep for any amount of money.

The heavy backdoor slammed shut and locked behind me and the manager shot me a dirty look. “Hey, Kya. You’re late.”

“Sorry, it won’t happen again. And my name is Raven when I’m working.”

Marty’s lip curled in a sneer. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You better get dressed. I mean undressed.” He snickered.

I ignored his disrespectful ass, and walked over to the dressing room. A row of dented lockers lined one wall. A wide counter with a lighted mirror behind it ran the length of the opposite wall. Everything stunk from sweat and cheap perfume. The long vanity was cluttered with makeup and no one made room for the new girl, so I started changing next to my locker. When a spot at the mirror opened up, I grabbed it and started working on my wild black curls.

Marty stuck his head in the door. “Hey, fresh meat, you’re on next.”

I knew he meant me. I was the newest girl there. Half of me cringed, the half that’s wolf. The half I keep hidden. Or is it a quarter of me I keep hidden? I guess it depends on how you look at it. A full-blooded wolf-shifter is already half human, although they’ll never admit to it. My father was a wolf, but my mother was human.

Does that mean I’m… Oh, fuck the fractions. No matter how you look at it, I’m a demiwolf.

But I look human. I checked my body in the mirror. Yep, a hot as hell human female stared back at me. Tacky, but sexy. Nothing says stripper like stiletto platform heels and a thong that shows off a girl’s booty. I slipped on a white, halter mini-dress with a drape-neck, an open back, and a side slit. Then I ran my hands through my curls and gave my lips one last swipe of purple-plum gloss.

It’s so much easier to call myself human and blend in with the majority. The humans are clueless. They know we exist, but they believe we keep to our own side of the tracks. The wolves are a different story. They can smell my lupine pheromones, but they don’t want me. I’m not pure. Fuck ‘em. At least I can make a living among the humans. Stripping might be a trashy job, but it pays for the life I’m trying to live. It’s not the life I want, but it’s all I’ve got. I used to dream about being accepted by my father’s people. Fat chance. They wouldn’t even accept him because he had a human lover and a half-breed kid.

My parents never married, but they lived together — sometimes. When my father was around, I was daddy’s girl. But all too often, he would disappear as if he had no family. My mother would drink and tell me that he liked to hang out with his own kind in places where we weren’t accepted. When he came back from his trips, he’d act cold and resentful, but it wouldn’t last long. Eventually, he’d tell me he loved me and everything would be okay again. I thought nothing would keep us apart for good. I was wrong.

One day he didn’t come back. We found out he was killed in a bar fight. One of his so-called friends called me a mongrel and Dad died defending me. My mother cried and cried. She said this was why they never wanted kids. So I was what… an accident?

I couldn’t blame them. Not really. Life was hard enough without being born with this weird mix of genes. I hated myself, too. I wished I’d never been born. At least I could make things easier for my mother. As soon as I finished school, I left home and never looked back.

While waiting to go on, I thought about my routine — floor work, then pole dancing, then back on the floor. I’m not nervous anymore about being naked in front of a roomful of men. I was at first, but now I focus on my moves. I’ve been scorned and dehumanized all my life, so I like to emphasize something I can do well — dance.

I peeked through the curtain and watched Candy finish her routine. There’s a mirror behind the stage and a pole in the center. Chairs surrounded the stage for customers who wanted direct contact with the dancers. I watched one of the men put a bill in his mouth. Candy shoved her breasts in his face and used them to grab the money. There were hoots and hollers and more men waved bills at her. She collected all of her tips, then picked up her clothes, and ran off the stage.

The DJ, sitting in an alcove nearby, introduced me. “Next up is a beautiful lady who’s new here. You’re gonna see her naked for the first time tonight.”

Well, it’s not a complete lie. It’s my first time naked on this stage.

“Give Raven a nice warm welcome.”

My heartbeat skyrocketed as I stepped through the curtains and climbed the three steps to the stage. The opening bars of my music started up and I began to move.

* * *

Levi

My anticipation ran high. I’m always excited to see new talent. Samson made a joke about the taste of fresh meat and we all laughed, then I looked up at the stage and my eyes practically popped out of my head, like in one of those old cartoons. The new girl… what’s her name? Raven. She took my breath away. Her curvy shape and that thick black mane had me salivating. From what I could see, everything looked natural, and she had the best set of legs in the club.

“That is one hot piece of ass.” Samson stood up. “I need a closer look.”

Samson walked over to the stage and we all followed. Raven smiled in our direction and my heart took a leap. Her white mini dress emphasized all that golden skin, but it was her eyes that really stood out. Almond in shape and color, they seemed to be staring directly at me.

Author Bio and Links

Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

Some things never change.Website | Blog | Twitter | FaceBook | Instagram |

#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…

BUY IT NOW @ Changeling Press

Or preorder using any of the bookseller links on the Publisher Site

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?”

BUY LINKS ARE HERE

Grizzly Affair – a Romance Novella

Grizzly copy for DD.jpg

 

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.

Available 9/15 at Changeling PressChangeling Press

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.

Dulce loves to hear from her readers! You can find her on Facebook or Twitter. If you’d like to hear more about new releases from Dulce, please sign up for her newsletter.dulce dennison.jpg

Puppy Love – a werewolf Christmas story

Series: Peppermint Twist

Title: Puppy Love

 Genres/Themes: Paranormal, Urban Fantsy, Romance, Interracial/Multicultural

Magic, Christmas, Werewolves, Big Beautiful Women

Release Date:  December 3rd

Author: Anne Kane

http://www.AnneKane.com

 

Buy Link – https://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2327

 

BLURB:

 

Sarah wants a normal life, without all the fur, fangs and drama that comes with her werewolf heritage. She left her home pack and moved to a small town in the Northern Rockies hoping to leave the past behind.

The first time Drake crossed her scent, he knew he wanted Sarah for his mate. Now he just has to convince her that she wants that too. With a wicked sense of humor and a little bit of Christmas magic he hopes to bring her over to his side — permanently.

 

 

EXCERPT:

 

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to avoid me.”

Sarah jumped as the werewolf disengaged himself from a particularly dark shadow. Crap! She’d forgotten how fast her kind could move when it felt motivated. Apparently this guy was extremely motivated.

Schooling her features into her best poker face, she took a deep breath and turned to face him. “If you didn’t know better? What makes you think you know anything about me?”

He laughed then. Actually laughed. The corners of his eyes crinkled and his mouth curved upward. So much for her chilling sarcasm.

“I know enough. Probably more than you want me to.” He pushed himself upright. It only took him one step with those long legs to put him so close that his scent tickled her nose.

A werewolf shouldn’t smell so good, shouldn’t make her belly clench in anticipation. The mere proximity of one certainly shouldn’t make her long to run free with all four paws on the ground. It hadn’t for months now, but she’d know the very minute she’d sensed this guy in the crowded bar that he was a threat to her new found equilibrium.

And that scared the hell out of her. She didn’t want anything to do with werewolves anymore. Their pack laws. Their aggression. Their bloodthirsty pack mentality and their total disregard for her feelings.

“Apparently you know where I work, and that would be more than I want you to know. Now run along and howl at something.” She turned on her heel and took one step toward the parking lot. She would not give in to her baser instincts. Nope. Not happening. Not even with the night of the full moon coming up fast.

She didn’t hear him come up behind her. He spun her around, his tongue halfway down her throat before she had time to react. His arms were every bit as strong as they looked, catching her when her knees buckled at the unexpected warmth blossoming in her belly.

What the hell? Her body had never reacted this way before, never betrayed her so blatantly. Want and need sent curls of heat racing through her veins. Damn. This couldn’t be good, no matter how good it felt. She relaxed into his embrace, letting him think she’d surrendered.

He hesitated for a moment, drawing his head back to stare at her with narrowed eyes. Distrust and something else lurked in their icy blue depths. He didn’t trust her sudden capitulation. Smart man.

$Wolf$. Smart wolf.

Apparently his lust overrode his caution and he pulled her up hard against him. She could feel the thick length of his cock pressing hard against her belly.

Lust seemed to be running rampant tonight. Moisture gathered at the apex of her thighs, as if her body expected her to give in and let this mutt have his way with her.

“I’ve never been referred to as a mutt before.” He mumbled the words against her lips, not bothering to lift his head. “I think I might be insulted.”

She jerked away from him. Not that she got far, his arms were like bands of friggin’ steel. His eyes were darker now, the color of the sky just before a storm rolled in. “I didn’t say that out loud.”

A wry smile quirked the corner of his mouth. “Then how did I manage to hear you?”

Good question. One that sent the lust packing faster than it had arrived. Vague whispered myths of bonded pairs being able to communicate telepathically teased the edge of her memory. Crap! This just got better and better!

 

 

 

Buy Link – https://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2327