Guest Writer Wednesday: Jessica Coulter Smith

Today Changeling author Jessica Coulter Smith, author of the bestselling series Intergalactic Brides, Cy-Con, and Dixie Reapers, is sharing a bit from her latest Harley Wylde book, Tex! Enjoy!

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Book Six in the Dixie Reapers MC series is releasing today! If you haven’t read the Dixie
Reapers yet, you can jump right in. Each book can be read as a stand-alone, but you may enjoy the series more if you
read all of them. Each book focuses on a different character. The men of the Dixie Reapers have a thing for younger
women, so each book is an older hero/younger heroine pairing.

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Genres/Themes: Contemporary, BBW, Interracial, MC Romance, Men and Women in
Uniform, New Adult, Silver Fox

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Release Date: August 17th

Tex — I made a mistake fifteen years ago, one that could have landed my ass in jail.
Instead, I made a deal. I signed away the rights to a child I’d never see, and then I joined the Army, putting the Dixie
Reapers and my life in Alabama firmly in my rearview. But now I’m back, and I can’t help but wonder what happened to
my son or daughter. What I discover makes my blood run cold, and I vow to do anything in my power to save the
daughter I’ve never met. I just didn’t count on rescuing two damsels, or that the second one would look at me with
haunted eyes that would make me do something stupid. I’d vowed to never let another woman fuck me over. I just hope
I don’t regret letting Kalani into my home and into my life. She has trouble written all over her.

Kalani — I’ve been locked away my entire life. Hillview Asylum looks presentable enough
on the outside, but I know firsthand about the horrors inside those walls. I’d always expected I’d die there, until he
came. Not that he was coming for me. I’ve sheltered his daughter, Janessa, as much as possible, and in return I gained
her trust and loyalty. I’d have never guessed those two things would save me. Or maybe they didn’t, because now I’m
faced with a man who makes me want things I shouldn’t. His club suggested a marriage of convenience, to keep me
out of Hillview, but I want more than just his name. I have no doubt this is going to end with my heart shattered at my
feet, but he keeps the nightmares away. For the first time in my entire life, I feel safe. Protected. But now I want more…
I want to be loved.

WARNING: Contains strong language, abuse, and other dark elements, as well as explicit
sexual content. There is no cheating, no cliffhanger, and a guaranteed HEA.

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SNEAK PEEK…

The truck came to a stop just outside a metal gate. It slid open, and the truck pulled
through. I didn’t know where we were, and I didn’t care, as long as it wasn’t the asylum. Anything was better than being
there. They drove down a winding road and stopped in front of a green house. Flicker got out and opened the back
door. Tex held me tight as he stepped out of the truck and began carrying me toward the house. Janessa walked at his
side.

“Call the doc,” Tex said. “I think they both need to be checked out.”

My body tensed, and I struggled against him. No, no more doctors. Doctors caused pain. I
could feel the panic rising inside me, my heart racing and my lungs feeling like they’d seize at any moment.

“Hey, easy,” Tex crooned at me. “No one’s going to hurt you.”

“Doctors do bad things,” Janessa said softly. “Especially to Kalani.”

Tex looked down at me and gave a slight nod. “All right. No doctors. Not for tonight
anyway.”

“Where are you going to put them?” Flicker asked. “Only two of the bedrooms are
furnished.”

“Kalani and I can share,” Janessa said.

Tex carried me down a short hall and stepped into a blue bedroom. He eased me down
onto the bed, and I winced as pain shot through me again. Janessa moved around to the other side of the bed and
crawled in next to me. She stayed close, but not near enough that she’d hurt me.

“You’re safe here,” Tex said. “No one can get into the compound without our
permission.”

“Who are you?” I asked.

He smiled a little. “We’re Dixie Reapers, and we take care of our own.”

“But I’m not one of you. I don’t belong to anyone.”

He glanced at his daughter. “She thinks you belong to her, and since she’s mine, I guess
that makes you mine too.”

A strange warmth worked its way through me at his words. I’d never been anyone’s
before, but as his gaze settled on me again, I decided I didn’t mind being called his. With the bedroom lights on, I could
see more details of the men who had rescued us. They were each handsome in their own way, but Tex took my breath
away. I’d never considered a man attractive before, not when I knew what they were capable of, but these men had
risked their lives to save us. And that made them different.

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Short. Erotic. Sweet. Harley’s other half would probably say those words describe her, but
they also describe her books. When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding
men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want,
then you’ve come to the right place.

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Guest Writer Wednesday: Gale Stanley

Gale Stanley is here to talk about her book Party Animal today!

PARTY ANIMAL by Gale Stanley

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Casey Cox is a porn star legend. Life is a never-ending party and there’s always a hot guy or two willing to play. Then Casey meets the one man who isn’t interested and suddenly it’s a challenge he can’t resist.

 

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I stared at my reflection in the mirror and gave myself an eight out of ten. All those late nights were finally taking a toll. Would I give them up? Hell no! Life was a never-ending party, and the guest list changed every day. I liked it that way. Variety is the spice of life after all.

 

But right now, I needed to do damage control. I read somewhere that the eyes are the mirror of the soul. If that was true then my soul must be puffy, wrinkled, and bloodshot. It wasn’t a good look. Thank God for eye drops. A few in each eye made my whites pop. I practiced my sultry green stare in the mirror. Not bad, but the bags had to go. I reached for the Preparation H and applied it liberally. My sister swears by the stuff.

 

I’d showered and shaved at home, but my hair needed a redo. My trademark look is a messy bedhead, black locks flying every which way. I don’t like to disappoint the fans and it’s easy enough to get the look. It’s all about a good haircut and a few styling tricks, like gel.

 

I stepped back from the mirror to check out my body. No problems there. Six feet, two inches of lean muscle thanks to an exercise routine that keeps me camera ready. No matter how late I go to bed, I wake up early and use the small gym in my apartment building. A good workout always makes me feel better. Today, we’re shooting early, so I did a short routine, just long enough to break a sweat and get my blood pumping. Then it was SSME, and I’m not talking kinky sex. Shower, shave, moisturize, enema. I like to be clean for the close-up shots.

 

Yeah, I bare it all, but it’s all for the sake of art. I’m not kidding. One of my first jobs when I came to LA was as an artist’s model. At first, because of my strict upbringing, I was uncomfortable posing nude, but eventually I realized that the human body is a beautiful thing. It was a liberating experience.

 

Today, I’ve convinced myself that filming is an art form. There are thousands, maybe millions of guys out there staring at my naked body. What I do prompts an emotional response and gives them pleasure, just like other art forms. Art is in the eye of the beholder, after all. It’s one hell of an ego trip.

 

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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.

 

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Guest Writer Wednesday: Anne Kane

Changeling author Anne Kane is visiting with us today to share a bit about Her Cyborg Champion. Enjoy!

Her Cyborg Champion

 (Terras Five – Book Four)

By Anne Kane

Genres: Sci –Fi, Cyborgs, romance

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Blurb:

An intergalactic game of hide and seek, with a sexy human female as the prize.

 

Zoe is five feet, six inches of green-eyed, red-haired militant activist. A deeply ingrained need to help those who can’t help themselves — human and otherwise — motivates her every move. She snuck into the Mailon research facility to investigate rumors of experiments being conducted on a rare and highly intelligent species of sentient mammals. Now she finds herself in need of help to rescue one very sick little battle rat.

 

Greyson is six and a half feet of ruggedly muscular cyborg with a penchant for violence. He loves to fight, and he fights to win. What he hates is being sent to the Mailon research facility on a petty errand. When he catches a glimpse of a former lover flitting around the facility like an impossibly sexy cat burglar, he is intrigued. What is the saucy little wench up to, and why is she stalking him through the corridors of the alien laboratory?

 

 

EXCERPT

“So what’s the plan?” Greyson swiveled the command seat to look at his passenger. Passengers, actually. Since bringing the bedraggled little bundle of fur aboard, he’d come to realize that the battle rat was definitely a sentient being, and understood most, if not all of what was being discussed.

She might not look like much, and he certainly didn’t expect the battle rat to be an asset in an actual battle but she was starting to grow on him. Who would have believed he had a compassionate side? Certainly none of his platoon mates in the outer rim battalion!

Zoe let out a long sigh. “I hadn’t actually got past the part where I used your trip to the research facility to facilitate getting her out of there. I’d like to take her back to her home, to her own kind but I have no idea where that is.”

Greyson titled his head to study her. “So how did you find out she was in the facility?”

“Mailon carelessness. They did a news release on some new tech development and she showed up in the background of one of the info shots. One of my contacts sent me a still frame of it, and the location of the facility. They knew I’d find a way to get her out of there.”

“So why didn’t you just go for the usual media route to get her freed?”

Zoe shook her head. “Wouldn’t work. The Mailons have a lot of clout with the big stations and they’d be leery of airing anything that might cut off the gravy train. These little critters might be cute, but they don’t have any hard currency to barter with.”

Greyson reached down to scoop up the battle rat. The little creature cooed at him. She sounded happy, although for all he knew maybe that sound was her battle cry. She batted her eyelids at him, and he chuckled. If he didn’t know better, he’d think she was playing coy.

He looked over at Zoe. “You should give her a name. We can’t keep calling her ‘the thing.’”

Zoe shrugged, her attention on the star chart dancing in the air in front of her. “I would imagine she has a name. We just have no idea of what it is.”

“Well, she needs a name we can pronounce.”

Zoe let go of the star chart and it blinked out of existence. She glided over to his side with a graceful movement that set his libido in gear. It took more than a little self-control to quash the urge to take her in his arms and ravish her.

Again.

They’d done little else in the time they’d been cooped up together on his shuttle. In his defense there wasn’t a lot else to do as the ship hurtled through space on auto-pilot. It wasn’t outfitted for entertaining. As a bonus, Zoe seemed to derive as much, or more, satisfaction from their erotic activities as he did.

She cocked her head and studied the creature. “How about Joan? As in Joan of Arc from the stories from Old Earth? I don’t recall the whole story but she was a female warrior of some sort. It seems suitable for a battle rat.”

Greyson still had his doubts about the thing’s ability to defend itself, let alone wage battle but he saw no reason to bring that up. He reached out to ruffle her fur. “Joan it is. What do you think of your new name?”

As if she understood the conversation, the newly named Joan chortled happily and bounced up his arm to drape herself across the back of the command chair.

“I think she’s adopted you.” Zoe grinned at him.

“You might try explaining to her that you were the one who rescued her.” No way was he going to admit that he enjoyed the little fur ball’s company.

“Nope. Too late. She’s bonding with you. Maybe we won’t have to worry about where her home is.”

“Well right now we’re on course to the supply station in the Gliese system. Once we get there we need to figure out where we’re going next. “

“Where were you heading before I interrupted your plans?”

“Terras Five, but I’m not sure you want to go there with me.”

Zoe wrinkled her nose.

Gods. Even that small gesture went straight to his groin.

“Have to say you have a point there. Maybe you could drop me off on one of the human space stations? There must be one in the vicinity.”

“There is, but it’s a military facility. I’m not sure you’d pass their security clearances. I seem to recall you have a bit of a checkered history.”

She waved her hand dismissively. “I have a couple of alternate sets of I.D. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

He arched his brow. “There’s also the other problem with that idea. What if I don’t think it’s a good idea to leave you on a base crowded with testosterone-driven males?”

She laughed. “Are you serious? You think they’d be worse than you? We barely keep our clothes on long enough to eat.”

“On the contrary, I think they’d be exactly like me — which is why I object.” He leaned back in his chair and grinned up at her. “Although they wouldn’t be as proficient at the sensual arts of course. I’m sure you’d be disappointed.”

 

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Anne Kane lives in the beautiful Okanagan Valley with a bouncy little rescue dog who’s breed defies description, a cantankerous Himalayan cat, and too many fish to count. She spent many years trying to fit in and act normal, but finally gave up the effort. She started writing romance in 2008, and her fate was sealed when she won a publishing contract with Red Sage Publishing and just a month later Changeling Press accepted her first submission. Since then she had published more than thirty stories in a variety of sub-genres, all with a happily ever after.

 

Her hobbies, when she’s not playing with the characters in her head, include kayaking, hiking, swimming, playing guitar, singing and of course, reading.

 

You can find Anne around the web at:

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