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Throwback Thursday: Revision by Silvia Violet #vampireromance #TBT

by jessicacoultersmith

Revision

Cover Art by Bryan Keller

 

Vivian used the power of the written word to free Niall from an evil wizard and discovered a world of vampires, magic, and incredible sex she thought existed only in her fantasies. Now the wizard’s power is growing and Vivian and Niall must work with the Vampire Consulate to destroy him before he unleashes his power on humans and non-humans alike.

As danger intensifies, Vivian and Niall’s connection strengthens until there is no doubt she is his Companion. Their desire for one another rages out of control, but will fear of what the future holds keep them from sealing their bond?

 

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2011 Silvia Violet

Niall slid silently from the bed, cursing his lack of a weapon. Someone was on Vivian’s balcony. He could hear a single heartbeat. He reached out with his mind, but whoever it was had shields too thick for him to break without giving himself away.

The balcony door slid open. Niall stepped into the living room, cloaking himself. No human would be able to see him now. Of course, he doubted the intruder was human, but he could always hope.

A tall man stepped into Vivian’s apartment.

Niall sprang.

The man captured his wrist in an unbreakable grip. “You could have told me you’d reclaimed your body.”

“Ethan.” Niall’s partner dropped his arm, and Niall stepped back.

Ethan growled. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“I needed to regain my strength.”

Ethan arched a brow. “Based on your smell and appearance I’d say you needed to fuck someone’s brains out.”

Niall ran his hand through his ruffled hair. “I would have contacted you as soon as we woke.”

“It’s not like you to be distracted from a mission.”

“After months of being trapped by that bastard I deserve a night to feed and fuck without the Consulate coming down on my ass.”

Ethan grinned. “That’s true enough. Tell me how you got free.”

Niall explained how he’d sent out mental feelers from the story world where he’d been trapped by Lorcan, a wizard so powerful even his band of elite vampire assassins had been unable to capture him after months of trying. Vivian, a romance writer, had been the only one to respond to his calls.

She’d listened to him tell the story of his fight with Lorcan and his capture, thinking he was a character out of her own imagination. When she’d finished writing his tale, the magic of her words brought him back into his body and transported him to her apartment.

Ethan frowned. “When did you return to your self?”

Niall glanced at the clock on the wall. It was nearly 10:00. “About twelve hours ago.”

Without warning Ethan lunged for him. Niall countered the attack, blocking Ethan’s attempt to smash his jaw. He sent Ethan flying backward with a swift kick.

Ethan held up his hands in surrender.

Niall snarled. “What the fuck was that about?”

“A test. You’re back to nearly your full strength.”

“So?”

“You should need days to recover after going so long without feeding. There’s something you’re not telling me.”

“Apparently, I’m stronger than you thought I was.” Vivian had restored his energy almost instantly. She responded to him like a Companion, yet even a Companion shouldn’t have such power before being Turned. He needed more time to examine their connection before sharing it with anyone, even Ethan.

Ethan growled. “You’re lying. We can’t afford secrets on this mission.”

Lorcan was the greatest threat to their kind Niall had encountered since joining the Protectors. “There is nothing you need to know right now. I’ll tell you when I can.”

“You’d better.”

Niall hoped there would be nothing to tell. The thought of letting Vivian go made his stomach knot, but she didn’t deserve to be forced into a bond with him, especially one that linked their lifeforces so closely. He risked his life every day as a Protector, and when a vampire died, his Companion rarely survived.

Ethan stepped back onto the balcony and retrieved a bag. He tossed it at Niall. “Duval expects us at sunset. I brought you some clothes and weapons. You’ll get a new phone tonight.”

“Damn! I was hoping to avoid him for a bit longer.” Like until he figured out whether Vivian really was his Companion or if something even stranger was going on. Companion bonds had become rare in the last few hundred years and he’d never heard of one that formed this fast.

Ethan shook his head. “It’s a formal summons. He’ll drag you there if you don’t come willingly.”

He would too. The bastard. “How pissed is he?”

“Well, you did get caught.”

“God damn it! Nobody knew Lorcan would be able to suck me into his enchanted book. I’ll not be –”

He realized Ethan was laughing at his vehemence. “Fuck you.”

“You’re the best Protector the Consulate has. The fact that you got caught shows how strong Lorcan really is. We’ve been unable to locate him since you disappeared. Then last night, Duval sensed you again, and I sensed Lorcan’s magic. Vivian breaking his hold on you must have weakened him temporarily. We know where he’s hiding.”

“Then let’s go get him.”

“How well did that go last time?”

Niall snarled. “I want the bastard dead.”

“As do we all, but this is too big for the two of us. We need Duval. Hell, we may need every last Protector and all the allies we can bring in. We’ve got a few shifters watching the townhouse he’s using for his base. They’ll alert us if he leaves.”

“This can’t wait. We need to go in now.”

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Silvia Violet writes erotic romance and erotica in a variety of genres including sci fi and paranormal. She can often be found haunting coffee shops looking for the darkest, strongest cup of coffee she can find. Once equipped with the needed fuel, she can happily sit for hours pounding away at her laptop. Silvia typically leaves home disguised as a suburban stay-at-home-mom, and other coffee shop patrons tend to ask her hilarious questions like “Do you write children’s books?” She loves watching the looks on their faces when they learn what she’s actually up to. When not writing, Silvia enjoys baking sinful chocolate treats, exploring new styles of cooking, and reading children’s books to her wickedly smart offspring.

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Throwback Thursday: Charlotte and the Alien Ambassador by Jessica Coulter Smith #TBT #SciFiRomance

by jessicacoultersmith

Charlotte and the Alien Ambassador (Intergalactic Brides 4)

Cover Art by Karen Fox

 

Born into a world of silence, Charlotte has always been made to feel inferior to her sister in every way. When her father demands she take Charity’s place in a bride exchange on another world, Charlotte decides to embrace her future and hope for the best. She knows it’s her last chance to find happiness, and she’ll do anything to grab it with both hands.

Borgoz agreed to see the young girl married, but the ethereal woman who steps off the shuttle holds him spellbound. She’s everything he’s ever wanted, and the one thing he can never have. His job as Chief Councilor of his world is too demanding to give him time for a family of his own — but that doesn’t stop him from wanting her.

A moment of passion flares bright between them, and unbeknownst to Borgoz, has lasting consequences. When Charlotte returns to her world, he’s devastated and realizes he’s lost the one thing he wants most. Will he buck the rules of his planet and go after Charlotte? Or will he live with the heartache he feels as the memory of her touch haunts him?

 

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2015 Jessica Coulter Smith

“Are you Charlotte Mayweather?” the male asked.

She nodded. “Why can I understand you and not anyone else?”

“I, along with quite a few other males on this planet, have learned your Earth English. However, to make sure you can understand everyone around you, I’m going to implant you with a translator. I’ll also implant you with a sensor that will allow you to make purchases on our world. When you select a mate, he will pay for whatever you buy between now and then. Once your mating is approved, you’ll be added to his accounts everywhere in Terran Prime.”

“Thank you for explaining how everything works. I’ve been a little lost.”

He frowned. “May I ask a personal question?”

She nodded.

“Your voice is different from anyone else I’ve encountered from Earth. Are you from a special region?”

“I’m deaf.” She pointed to her hearing aids. “These allow me to hear a little, but it’s like listening to someone talk under water. I don’t always catch everything. And, while it allows me to hear a little, I can’t always tell how loud I’m speaking.”

“Understood. Perhaps, after you’ve found a mate, they will permit me to run some tests and see if we can restore your hearing.”

“I was born deaf. My mother had preeclampsia when she was pregnant with me, and I was born early. Some of the bones inside my ear didn’t form correctly. A doctor tried to explain it to me once, but I didn’t understand the terms he used.”

The doctor nodded. “Well, we’ll take care of those implants today and if you decide you wish me to run tests later, then that’s what we’ll do.”

She meekly followed the doctor into a back room and stretched out on the table at his direction. He explained the procedure to her before giving her some gas to put her to sleep. When next she woke, her wrist and the back of her ear hurt a little, but otherwise she couldn’t tell she’d had anything done.

Charlotte found the other male pacing in the lobby.

“Can you understand me now?” he asked.

She nodded.

“I have a translator, so I understood everything you told the doctor. You’re not Charity Mayweather, are you?”

“Charity is my younger sister.”

The Terran’s face flushed with anger. “Your father lied to me. He said he was sending Charity here to find a husband, not her deaf older sister.”

She felt shame burn through her as she realized she was about to be cast aside again. Charlotte knew she should be accustomed to it by now but it still hurt, knowing she wasn’t good enough for yet one more man.

“If you send me back to Earth, I’ll be homeless,” she said. “My father said if I didn’t come here and find a husband, I would be thrown out of the house and all my accounts would be closed.”

The Terran muttered something, raked a hand through his waist-length hair, and then faced her with his hands on his hips. “I’m Chief Councilor Borgoz and you’ll be staying in my home. You may not be the sister I was expecting, but I’m not about to leave you stranded here. Especially with your condition.”

“I’m deaf, not stupid.”

The harshness of his face relaxed into an apologetic look. “I didn’t mean to imply that you were stupid, but there are many dangers on a new world for anyone, much less someone who can’t hear. I didn’t mean to make you feel unwanted or as if you were a burden.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time in my life I’ve felt that way.”

His gaze narrowed. “Your father made you feel unwanted?”

“And my sister. Be thankful she didn’t come in my place. She’s a spoiled, selfish brat who always has to get her way or she screams and throws things.” It felt good to be honest about her sister without fear of being punished. Everyone always treated Charity as if she was a princess, and Charlotte was tired of it.

“Right. Well, let’s get you settled. I’m sure you’ll want more things than what you brought with you. Once you’ve had a chance to put your belongings away, I’ll take you shopping for anything you had to leave behind.”

“I don’t need much. As long as you have something to wash with, I’ll be fine. I have enough clothes to last a week before I’ll have to do laundry.”

“An Earth week is seven days, correct?”

She nodded.

“A Terran week is eleven days. You’ll need more clothes. Things are different here on Terran. We don’t have machines in our homes to launder our clothes, and the shop in town that handles it is usually busy. You’ll want as many outfits as possible.”

He crooked his elbow and she curled her hand around it, watching as he hefted her bag as easily if it contained no more than feathers.

Charlotte tried to take in the scenery as they walked through Terran Prime. Borgoz explained that, while he had a vehicle to maneuver through the city, he thought she might like the walk to stretch her legs after such a long shuttle ride.

When they reached his home, her jaw dropped as she stared at the massive structure. She’d lived in a mansion all her life, but Borgoz’s home surpassed that of her father’s by a fourth floor and probably another twenty feet in width. She tried not to stumble over her feet as he led her up the stairs and into his home. Charlotte looked everywhere, not wanting to miss a thing.

Borgoz handed her bag to another male, and they followed him up the stairs to her room. It was twice the size of her bedroom at home with doors that opened onto a balcony overlooking a garden. It was gorgeous, and for the first time in her life she felt lucky. She was glad her father had sent her here, and had hope that her future would be bright and wonderful.

She turned from the fantastic view to find Borgoz studying her. Charlotte couldn’t guess his age. There were no wrinkles on his face, but the silver in his hair told her he was probably forty at the least. But then, she didn’t know how Terrans aged. For all she knew, he was pushing seventy like the vile old man her father had tried to force her to marry.

Borgoz was a handsome man. His purple eyes were dark like a pansy and quite beautiful. Those eyes were taking her in, and she wondered if he found her lacking like everyone else in her life. If she’d known she was coming to a palace, she may have dressed a little nicer for her trip. She tugged on the hem of her tank and wondered if she should change clothes before going shopping with him. He was being kind enough to give her a place to stay, the least she could do was not embarrass him in front of his people.

“I’ll come back in thirty of your Earth minutes to see if you’ve finished unpacking. If you’re hungry, we can stop for a bite to eat while we’re out and then go shopping. Don’t hesitate to ask for anything you need. If you can’t find me, Helio will help you,” he said, indicating the other male.

“Thank you.”

Borgoz gave her a regal nod and then he exited with his servant.

Left alone, she quickly unpacked and changed into a pretty sundress so she would be appropriately attired for an outing with someone so important, then she spent the rest of her time admiring the view. Charlotte hoped she’d get a chance to walk through that garden and admire the petals of the vibrant flowers close up. This world was amazing and full of new and wonderful things. She couldn’t wait to explore as much of it as she was allowed.

Throwback Thursday: Space Opera (box set) by Stephanie Burke #SciFiRomance #TBT @FlashyCat

by jessicacoultersmith

Space Opera (Box Set) (Space Opera 3)

Cover Art by Karen Fox

 

They were the new world’s only hope. Now their only hope is running from the very people they were created to protect.

Javen and Gara were bred to be the perfect soldiers, protecting New Earth from the scourge from above. As lovers, they were created to resonate in perfect harmony with each other, their lives the stuff of legends. But they proved to be evolution’s darlings, developing beyond anything the scientists had ever dreamed of, their advancement eclipsing that of their creators.

Now their only hope is a planet of their own, where they can live free — free to construct a new society based on the ideals of justice and honor.

But with dangerous factions at work, a mysterious prophesy, and an old enemy amassing, this stunning melody may ring out with the perfect notes to save the worthy and unworthy alike. Freedom demands an awful price.

Publisher’s Note: This Box Set contains the previously published novellas Space Opera and Space Opera: The Second Movement.

 

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What are reviewers saying?

 

Praise for Space Opera“If you enjoy stories full of action, in the bedroom and out of it, stories also full of interesting characters and an attention-getting plot, you will thoroughly enjoy this book.”

 — Jacquelyn R. Ward, The Romance Studio

Space Opera is a multifaceted sci-fi odyssey with very imaginative characters. Stephanie Burke exhibits an ingenious ability that captured my attention to the end.”

— Rosemary, Joyfully Reviewed

 

Praise for The Second Movement“Ms. Burke weaves a seamless tale of unconditional love, friendship, heartbreak and power in this second installment of her Space Opera and I loved getting to meet these men and learning their story. The dialogue is snappy, the sex sizzling and the emotions are so poignant, I sniffled quite a bit!”

— Narcissus, Whipped Cream Reviews

“Just as in the first installment, this book has plenty of fantastic creatures, magical settings, a clear conflict of good vs. evil, and humor. There’s also a great big helping of sex, making this a truly entertaining read… Stephanie Burke has once again written a fun and erotic sci-fi/fantasy story that’s perfect for a lazy summer afternoon.”

— Bella, TwoLips Reviews

 

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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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

ward-winning author Jessica Coulter Smith has been in love with the written word since she was a child writing her first stories in crayon. Today she’s a multi-published author of over seventy-five novellas and novels. Romance is an integral part of her world and she firmly believes that love will find you at the right time, even if Mr. Right is literally out of this world.

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Throwback Thursday: Letting Go by Sara Jay #holidayromance #TBT

by harleywylde

Letting Go (Peppermint Twist 12)

Cover Art by Renee George

 

Snow Queen Erika has never been lucky with love. Her powers have made it difficult to find intimacy with anyone safely, so she’s written off romance for good. Jack Frost has been after Erika’s heart for centuries. This winter, with a little help from a naughty elf, he may just get his Christmas wish.

 

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2014 Sara Jay

“Do you wanna build a snowman?”

Jack jerked his head in the direction of the gruff Bostonian accent. Twinkle, his favorite Elf and co-mischief maker, casually tossed a fluffy snowball in the air and caught it, quirking an eyebrow at him.

Jack grinned. “Not now, Short Stack. I’m plotting.” He used his long, slender staff to make a slender but well-proportioned female figure in the snow.

This time Twinkle’s eyebrows shot up under his mop of black hair. “What are we doing today? Closing schools? Messing with Mrs. Claus’s ovens? Freezing the pipes in Parliament?” He waggled said eyebrows with anticipation, the last word stretched out like Paaahlahmint.

Shaking his head, Jack pointed his long, gnarled staff at the snow palace beyond the mountains. “Nope. I’m gonna go see her.”

Twinkle snorted at the non-inclusive activity, this time hurling a snowball at Jack. “Erika? The Snow Queen? Jack, that ship has sailed. She’s only turned you down a million times.” Swirling his fingers in the frosty arctic air, he separated another snowball into three and began juggling.

“Bit of a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?”

“I like a challenge.” Jack snapped his fingers to brush the snow off his face instantly. He grinned, picturing the feisty snow goddess of his dreams. Her impossibly long white hair — sometimes braided, sometimes coiled around her head like a crown-sparkled brighter than the snow itself. Those violet eyes, so cold, yet fiery at the same time, mirrored the queen’s own attitude. That kissable heart-shaped mouth…

Erika was his perfect match. She just didn’t know it yet.

“Yeah, and you must like failure, too. Jack, she always sees through your schemes,” Twinkle insisted. “Like the time you said you were there to fix a broken terrace.”

Shrugging, Jack said, “I was being helpful.”

“She threw you off the freakin’ roof! And what about the time you dressed up in a suit and tried to bring her flowers?”

Writing “Erika” in the snow with his bare toes, Jack muttered, “It was romantic.”

“It was moronic! She saw you coming a mile away and didn’t even open the door. The fake blizzard, the ice dinosaur, the poinsettias in snow — Jack, you’ve tried hundreds of times and none of them has ever worked.” Twinkle’s pained expression revealed more compassion than doubt for his friend, but he wore the doubt, too.

Pursing his lips, Jack stared over the mountains at the home of the woman who owned his heart. As children, their friendship had been easy — effortless, even. Since they grew up to be stewards of the North, Erika refused to have anything to do with him.

“At some point, don’t you think you need to give it up, Jack? Find a nice Elf or snow dryad, and move on.”

Picturing Erika’s violet eyes, her sparkling snowflake laugh, Jack shook his head. “Never. I’ll never give up on her.”

Twinkle shook his head. “Well, you’re persistent. I’ll give you that much. But you’ve got to do something really different if you want her to even talk to you, Jack.”

“This time will be different. She won’t see me coming.” At least, he hoped not.

Twinkle didn’t seem to hear him. “Last time she chased you off with a snow beast.”

“And if you recall, Ice is now my pet,” Jack reminded him, whistling for the creature. The shaggy, white beast bounded around a snowdrift, a lot like a Tibetan Mastiff. Ice just happened to be much bigger. With even more drool.

Ice panted, waiting for his master’s command. Jack pointed at the snow and a giant bone crystallized. With a flick of a finger, he sent it soaring over the mountains and smack into the queen’s courtyard. “Fetch!”

Ice’s bark reverberated off the actual ice and into the vast permafrost, carrying the sound for miles. Snow flew behind him as he bounded toward his new toy, much of it landing on Twinkle. The Elf grunted in disgust, clapping his hands to magically clean off the powder.

“Oops,” Jack smirked, pointed once again toward the palace. “Looks like I gotta go get my dog.”

Twinkle slapped his forehead. “Oh, brother.”

 

More from Sara Jay at Changeling Press …

Sara Jay’s world is filled with fantasy creatures, mythology, supernatural romance and saucy tales. If it’s smoking hot, and has fur, fangs or wings, it’s Sara’s thing. She enjoys reading and crafting stories that will keep you reading for steamy, sexy and fascinating reasons! Sara hails from the Midwest where she lives with her rugged husband, young daughter and a house full of shapeshifting cats.

Throwback Thursday: Love’s Magick Kiss by Jessica Coulter Smith #TBT #paranormalromance

by harleywylde

Love's Magick Kiss (Silver Falls 2)

Cover Art by Karen Fox

 

In the magical town of Silver Falls, things are never what they seem.

When Hadley lost her beautiful twin daughters to a drunk driver, she thought her life was over. Though she’s still haunted by their loss, Lucas has always been there for her. She’s been able to lean on him as a friend, but now she wants more.

When her hunky neighbor finally asks her out, she knows saying yes is the right thing to do. His kisses make her knees weak, but he’s more than just a big teddy bear. Is it safe to trust her heart to a grizzly?

 

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EXCERPT

All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2012 Jessica Coulter Smith

Hadley knelt in the snow in front of the two tiny graves. After placing a red rose on top of each one, she brushed the tears from her cheeks. It had been nearly a year, but it still felt like it was only yesterday. A day didn’t go by that she didn’t blame herself for their deaths. What if she had reacted just one second sooner? What if she had been paying more attention, would she have seen the other driver in time? But no amount of what ifs or wishes would change the fact that her two babies were gone. She knew in her heart that the blame lay with the drunk driver who had plowed into their vehicle, but she had a hard time blaming someone who was dead. She was the sole survivor of the crash, and there were many days she wished she hadn’t survived.

Standing, she brushed the snow from her jeans. The cold and damp was starting to soak through her clothes straight to her bones. Even if she did want to stay longer, she knew it was best for her to leave and come again another day.

Hadley wasn’t sure she was moving on exactly, but it was a step in the right direction. She often wondered if it would be easier to shoulder the grief if she had someone to share it, but her children’s father hadn’t been in the picture from the moment he’d learned of their existence. It had been shortly after his rejection that she’d moved to Silver Falls, leaving behind the big city for the comforts of a small town. Of course, she hadn’t realized at the time that she was moving to a town where humans were the minority. But even in a town of supernatural beings, no one had been able to save her babies.

Huddling inside her coat to keep warm, she turned and walked down the path toward her car. It had taken her nearly a year, but she was finally driving again. She’d felt guilty, asking her friends to drive her everywhere, but at the same time driving a car had terrified her. She’d finally worked through the issue in therapy and started driving two months ago. The new Ford Explorer gleamed in the sunlight. After the accident, she’d sworn to never own a small car again.

She’d spent plenty of time at the cemetery for the day, and now it was time to head home and get to work. There was always something she needed to do.

Work had been difficult for her, but she’d managed — somewhat. Writing children’s books had been easier before the accident. She’d turned in a few projects to her editor, but only one had been accepted. She had a lot of work ahead of her to make the others presentable. But days like this one made writing nearly impossible. It made her wonder if she would ever get over the pain of losing her children.

As she pulled into her driveway, she noticed a large box on her front porch. She didn’t remember ordering anything and most of her friends lived in town. Who could have left something so large on her porch?

She got out of the Explorer and went to investigate. There wasn’t a return address, but she could see where one had been. It had smeared during transit and could no longer be read. She tried lifting it, but it wouldn’t budge. The thing weighed a ton.

With a sigh, Hadley realized she’d have to bother her neighbor for assistance. Lucas Bowman had been her neighbor for years and had always been kind to her. She didn’t agree with his lifestyle, but he seemed to be a genuinely good person, not to mention he was the hottest guy she’d ever seen. The man was mouthwatering to be sure. She’d be lying if she said he hadn’t starred in at least one or two of her fantasies over the years. She was surprised he wasn’t at work, but his truck sat in the driveway.

She knocked on his door. A moment later Lucas opened the door. He smiled when he saw her, making her knees feel weak. Her heart was beating so hard she was sure he could see it pounding in her chest.

“Hadley, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“The postman delivered a package today while I was gone and it’s too heavy for me to lift. Would you mind carrying it into the house for me?”

He nodded. “Just let me grab a coat. I’ll be right there.”

“Sorry for disturbing you.”

He grinned. “No problem.”

She waited patiently while he got ready and then led the way to her small house next door. Lucas hefted the box without any trouble and carried it inside, depositing it on her living room floor.

“Do you need anything else?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I’m sorry I bothered you.”

“It’s okay, Hadley. I was just going over some paperwork. I needed a break.”

“Are things going well at the store?”

He nodded. “Yeah, sales have been good. It’s been a good month so far. I’m actually surprised. This is usually our slow time of year. What about you? How are you doing?”

“I have good days and bad days. I went to see the girls today so it’s not one of my better ones. They say it gets easier, but…”

“I can only imagine what you went through, Hadley. There isn’t a time limit on grief. You take as much time as you need.”

She gave him a small smile. “Thank you, Lucas.”

“Well, I better get back home. If I don’t finish my reports, my employees won’t receive their checks on time.”

After closing the door behind him, she turned to face the mystery box. Peeling the tape off, she managed to open the top. All she could see were thousands of white packing peanuts. She reached inside and dug around until she felt something. Pulling as hard as she could, she managed to budge it a tiny bit, but it wasn’t coming out of the box. Whatever it was, it was large and heavy. No matter how much she dug, she couldn’t see anything but peanuts.

It seemed she would have to bother Lucas again if she wanted to know what it was.

 

More from Jessica Coulter Smith at Changeling Press …

Award-winning author Jessica Coulter Smith has been in love with the written word since she was a child writing her first stories in crayon. Today she’s a multi-published author of over seventy-five novellas and novels. Romance is an integral part of her world and she firmly believes that love will find you at the right time, even if Mr. Right is literally out of this world.

 

Throwback Thursday: Love’s Magick Kiss by Jessica Coulter Smith #TBT #paranormalromance

by harleywylde

Love's Magick Kiss (Silver Falls 2)

Cover Art by Karen Fox

 

In the magical town of Silver Falls, things are never what they seem.

When Hadley lost her beautiful twin daughters to a drunk driver, she thought her life was over. Though she’s still haunted by their loss, Lucas has always been there for her. She’s been able to lean on him as a friend, but now she wants more.

When her hunky neighbor finally asks her out, she knows saying yes is the right thing to do. His kisses make her knees weak, but he’s more than just a big teddy bear. Is it safe to trust her heart to a grizzly?

 

Get it at Changeling Press

 

EXCERPT

All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2012 Jessica Coulter Smith

Hadley knelt in the snow in front of the two tiny graves. After placing a red rose on top of each one, she brushed the tears from her cheeks. It had been nearly a year, but it still felt like it was only yesterday. A day didn’t go by that she didn’t blame herself for their deaths. What if she had reacted just one second sooner? What if she had been paying more attention, would she have seen the other driver in time? But no amount of what ifs or wishes would change the fact that her two babies were gone. She knew in her heart that the blame lay with the drunk driver who had plowed into their vehicle, but she had a hard time blaming someone who was dead. She was the sole survivor of the crash, and there were many days she wished she hadn’t survived.

Standing, she brushed the snow from her jeans. The cold and damp was starting to soak through her clothes straight to her bones. Even if she did want to stay longer, she knew it was best for her to leave and come again another day.

Hadley wasn’t sure she was moving on exactly, but it was a step in the right direction. She often wondered if it would be easier to shoulder the grief if she had someone to share it, but her children’s father hadn’t been in the picture from the moment he’d learned of their existence. It had been shortly after his rejection that she’d moved to Silver Falls, leaving behind the big city for the comforts of a small town. Of course, she hadn’t realized at the time that she was moving to a town where humans were the minority. But even in a town of supernatural beings, no one had been able to save her babies.

Huddling inside her coat to keep warm, she turned and walked down the path toward her car. It had taken her nearly a year, but she was finally driving again. She’d felt guilty, asking her friends to drive her everywhere, but at the same time driving a car had terrified her. She’d finally worked through the issue in therapy and started driving two months ago. The new Ford Explorer gleamed in the sunlight. After the accident, she’d sworn to never own a small car again.

She’d spent plenty of time at the cemetery for the day, and now it was time to head home and get to work. There was always something she needed to do.

Work had been difficult for her, but she’d managed — somewhat. Writing children’s books had been easier before the accident. She’d turned in a few projects to her editor, but only one had been accepted. She had a lot of work ahead of her to make the others presentable. But days like this one made writing nearly impossible. It made her wonder if she would ever get over the pain of losing her children.

As she pulled into her driveway, she noticed a large box on her front porch. She didn’t remember ordering anything and most of her friends lived in town. Who could have left something so large on her porch?

She got out of the Explorer and went to investigate. There wasn’t a return address, but she could see where one had been. It had smeared during transit and could no longer be read. She tried lifting it, but it wouldn’t budge. The thing weighed a ton.

With a sigh, Hadley realized she’d have to bother her neighbor for assistance. Lucas Bowman had been her neighbor for years and had always been kind to her. She didn’t agree with his lifestyle, but he seemed to be a genuinely good person, not to mention he was the hottest guy she’d ever seen. The man was mouthwatering to be sure. She’d be lying if she said he hadn’t starred in at least one or two of her fantasies over the years. She was surprised he wasn’t at work, but his truck sat in the driveway.

She knocked on his door. A moment later Lucas opened the door. He smiled when he saw her, making her knees feel weak. Her heart was beating so hard she was sure he could see it pounding in her chest.

“Hadley, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“The postman delivered a package today while I was gone and it’s too heavy for me to lift. Would you mind carrying it into the house for me?”

He nodded. “Just let me grab a coat. I’ll be right there.”

“Sorry for disturbing you.”

He grinned. “No problem.”

She waited patiently while he got ready and then led the way to her small house next door. Lucas hefted the box without any trouble and carried it inside, depositing it on her living room floor.

“Do you need anything else?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I’m sorry I bothered you.”

“It’s okay, Hadley. I was just going over some paperwork. I needed a break.”

“Are things going well at the store?”

He nodded. “Yeah, sales have been good. It’s been a good month so far. I’m actually surprised. This is usually our slow time of year. What about you? How are you doing?”

“I have good days and bad days. I went to see the girls today so it’s not one of my better ones. They say it gets easier, but…”

“I can only imagine what you went through, Hadley. There isn’t a time limit on grief. You take as much time as you need.”

She gave him a small smile. “Thank you, Lucas.”

“Well, I better get back home. If I don’t finish my reports, my employees won’t receive their checks on time.”

After closing the door behind him, she turned to face the mystery box. Peeling the tape off, she managed to open the top. All she could see were thousands of white packing peanuts. She reached inside and dug around until she felt something. Pulling as hard as she could, she managed to budge it a tiny bit, but it wasn’t coming out of the box. Whatever it was, it was large and heavy. No matter how much she dug, she couldn’t see anything but peanuts.

It seemed she would have to bother Lucas again if she wanted to know what it was.

 

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Award-winning author Jessica Coulter Smith has been in love with the written word since she was a child writing her first stories in crayon. Today she’s a multi-published author of over seventy-five novellas and novels. Romance is an integral part of her world and she firmly believes that love will find you at the right time, even if Mr. Right is literally out of this world.

 

Throwback Thursday: Bouncer Bear by Julia Talbot #TBT #paranormalromance

by harleywylde

Bouncer Bear (Faster Bobcat 2)

Cover Art by Bryan Keller

 

Werebear Trey feels totally out of place when he hires on at Hot Tin Roof as a bouncer. There are all these beautiful men who dance at the club, like Sammy, and like Sammy’s bartender boyfriend, Jordan. Then there’s the fact that most guys look at a big, burly guy like Trey and think he’s a top, when Trey is anything but.

Sammy meets Trey and he knows the big guy is just the subby bottom he and his werecat shifter lover need. Jordan is such an effortless top, and he makes Sammy feel like a rock star, but they could both open their hearts to take Trey in. Can they convince this homeless bear he has a place with them?

 

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2016 Julia Talbot

“Sammy! Show Trey to the room upstairs. He needs a key.”

An adorable twink wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top trotted up to them. “Yes, ma’am. Come with me, big guy.”

He followed that tight, tiny ass up the stairs, reminding himself that the dancers at Hot Tin Roof usually danced for women. Even if Katia had implied dancers hooked up, they probably wouldn’t be into big, hairy bears who totally bottomed all the time.

Most guys expected him to be an effortless top because of his looks. Tall, dark and bear. Yeah, not so much.

“Here you go, honey. I’ll be back with a key.” Sammy looked him up and down. “You sure you don’t want to dance? You have that Manganiello look, kinda.”

That was very flattering, and for a moment all Trey could do was blink. “Thanks. I have two left feet. In fact, I have an extra set of left feet in my bag.”

“I can help with that.” Sammy held up his arms and shimmied, making Trey cross his eyes a little from the hotness.

“Nice. I appreciate the offer. If I get desperate for tips I might take you up on it.”

“There are plenty to go around.” Sammy winked. “Come work out with us tomorrow.”

“Us?”

“Me and my guy. Jordan.”

“Oh.” Well, Sammy was queer, at least. That was a good sign that no one would try to kick Trey’s ass in his off hours. “Does Jordan work here, too?”

“He’s a bartender. He couldn’t find a beat with both hands.”

“Cool. Maybe I will work out with you.” He wouldn’t. Trey would sleep. He loved to sleep and that lovely state had been in short supply the last few weeks.

“I’ll be right back.” Sammy trotted off down the stairs. The room was perfectly serviceable. Better than a fleabite hotel by far. Now, it had no personality. Just a bed with no covers on it, a nightstand, a dresser, and a desk. Up in a bay window sat an easy chair, a tiny table, and a wee bookcase. The best part was the tiny kitchen, which had a half fridge, a burner and a toaster oven, and the bathroom. Shower, sink, and seat. Perfect.

This would totally work, and save him rent and parking and such.

Trey walked over to test the bed. Not saggy. Nice. Okay, so he would need sheets, maybe some books. His Kindle was in the bag he’d hauled with him, along with all his clothes, but he liked paper books, too. Especially late at night when the glow from the Kindle might keep him awake after he stopped reading.

Towels. Some food.

He whirled around when Sammy cleared his throat. “Here’s the key. Katia also sent a fifty-dollar advance on your first pay to outfit the room.”

“Oh, that’s really nice.”

“Yeah, she tries to come off as a toughie, but she has a soft spot for a hard luck case. Hey, you need a ride anywhere?”

“That would rock. My truck broke down here, and I can’t get it repaired until I make some cash.”

Sammy nodded, smiling faintly. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard that.” He pulled out a sleek smartphone and tapped it a few times. “I’ll get Jordan to pick us up.”

“You’re a lifesaver.”

“Been there. Lost my license to one too many DUIs and I’ve been here ever since.” Sammy shrugged. “I’ll wait downstairs.”

“Thanks.” He wasn’t going to ask if Sammy was a shifter. He didn’t smell like one, really, and just because Katia was a kitty it didn’t mean everyone who worked here was like them. Trey was just glad it was a friendly situation. Hiding his… bearness was tough.

He washed up, changed his shirt, then headed downstairs again. Sammy waited for him, humming a little tune, that tight little ass shaking. “Jordan’s on his way.”

“I really appreciate this. I’m really not used to not being mobile, you know?”

“I get it. Jordan doesn’t let me drive much. I get distracted.” Those pretty, golden colored eyes sparkled for him, Sammy wiggling like he was on a pole and bouncing for tips.

“You’re pretty distracting,” Trey said with a broad wink.

“He is. He’s also a fire elemental who forgets that road rage is not an excuse to singe someone’s eyebrows. The police call them DUIs, but we all know better.” A tall, broad-shouldered man with a careless flip of dark hair strode into the front door, eyelines crinkling around green eyes. “Jordan.”

“Trey. Thanks so much for this.”

“We’ve all been there, man.” Jordan hooked an arm around Sammy to pull him close, landing a kiss on his mouth. “Ready?”

“Yep.” Sammy grabbed his man’s ass.

Trey’s cheeks heated, the intimacy almost too much to watch. He wasn’t jealous, really, but he did sometimes wish he had someone of his own. It had been a long, long time since he’d been able to snuggle with a lover…

 

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ulia Talbot lives in the great Southwest, where she’s embraced hot and cold running rodeo, cowboys, and everything from meat and potatoes to the best Tex-Mex. A full time author, Julia believes everyone deserves a happy ending, so she writes about love without limits, where boys love boys, girls love girls, and boys and girls get together to get wild, especially when her crazy paranormal characters are involved.

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Throwback Thursday: Ribboned by Megan Slayer #urbanfantasy #TBT #christmas @MeganSlayer

by harleywylde

Ribboned (Red Velvet Christmas 5)

Cover Art by Renee George

 

Daria Elf never expected to be moved to the velvet ribbon department right before Christmas. She also never expected her boss to be the object of her wettest fantasies. Can she keep her cool, or will she end up on Raven’s Naughty List?

Raven Elf has his sights set on Daria. He wants her for his department, his bed and bound in his thick velvet ribbons. He’ll get his girl, but the hard part is convincing her that their connection is meant to last.

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2013 Megan Slayer

“Nothing like a job well done.” Daria Elf adjusted the lengths of ribbon dangling from the red velvet bow, then placed the bright green package on the conveyor belt. She grinned to herself. For the first time in a long time, she’d found something around Christmas Village she could do — tying ribbons.

“Daria?” a voice over the loudspeaker called. “You’ve been moved. Please report to the ribbon department right away.”

She frowned at the loudspeaker. “How?” she muttered. She glanced at the Packing and Paper department employee chart. Daria ranked second, only behind Theo, the taping king. She sighed. Might as well head to the new department.

In the hallway, her friend Shawna grabbed her arm. “Hey, congrats on the move! You deserve a better department besides P&P. Santa probably saw your skill with the ribbons on the presents and decided to switch things up. Besides, you get to work in Raven’s Red Velvet Ribbon Room. It even sounds sexy.”

Daria knew better than to argue with her friend. She probably had been moved due to too many screw-ups. No one wanted to work with Raven. The guy glared all the time and hardly ever left the ribbon room. “Raven’s Red Velvet Ribbon Room sounds like a porn club,” she snapped. “But it beats getting fired.” She shuddered. Her father’s love of peppermint nog meant the family spent most of her childhood living on unemployment. Once she’d reached working age, she vowed never to be without a job.

“You’ll be fine.” Shawna hugged her. “I’m late for work. I’m now in the peppermint department.”

Daria waved at her friend, then headed down the hallway toward the ribbon department. A vision of Raven formed in her mind. The elf was handsome. Being the tallest of the elves, he naturally commanded attention in a room. His dark hair curled over his forehead, and his icy blue eyes bored through whoever he happened to be looking at. She groaned.

Most of the elves were afraid of the hulking guy. She should’ve been. No, Raven featured as the main player in her fantasies. She wondered exactly what he did in the ribbon room to make it the stuff of legend.

Raven, according to rumor, liked rough girls. Girls who could hold their own when he shouted. Could she? Even Santa refused to argue with Raven.

For the love of peppermint sticks. She was there to do a job, not find a partner for her bed. She wrinkled her nose. A decent partner would be a nice change. She’d spent the last few Christmases either alone or with Narville. Pine nuts. She liked Narville, but not enough to jump in the sack with him. He grinned most of the time and told her about snowflakes. Cute, but too nerdy.

Daria smoothed the wrinkles from her skirt, fixed her hat and checked her breath. She sniffed. Sugarplums. Perfect.

Did she remember her compact to check her look in the tiny mirror? She patted her pocket. No compact. Great. Her hand trembled as she gripped the door to the infamous ribbon room. Time to find out what the talk was all about.

She clicked the handle and eased the door open. There, in all his red-and-green, towering glory, stood Raven. His blue eyes blazed and a grimace marred his face. “You were summoned ten minutes ago. Where have you been?” He folded his muscle-corded arms. “Hmm?”

His gravelly voice drew a shiver from deep in her being. She cleared her throat. No way she’d let him scare her — not yet. “Once I picked my jaw up off the floor, I ran right down here.” And worked up her courage to talk to him. She rested her hands on her hips. “I thought maybe Santa was in the nog again and made a mistake.”

Raven stepped toward her. Unlike the rest of the elves, he didn’t wear a hat. His dark hair slid over his brow, obscuring her view of his eyes. “This request is very real and binding.” His voice dropped to a growl on the last word.

Her heart and brain warred. Working in the ribbon room was a year-round commitment. Unlike those in the other parts of the Christmas plant, the people who worked with Raven didn’t seem to have much of a social life. Then again, did she recall anyone admitting they worked with him? Looking at the strapping elf in front of her, she wondered if it was the binding part of the job that scared people.

Raven was the stuff of rumor and innuendo. He didn’t just use his ribbon for package decoration or house decor — he dabbled in BDSM and used the velvety strips to bind his lovers. Her body tingled. Would he wrap her in nothing but his ribbons? Make her scream his name?

Oh, holy night, she hoped so.

 

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Throwback Thursday: Tiger by the Tail by B.A. Tortuga #LGBT #TBT

by harleywylde

Tiger by the Tail (Southern Cats 2)

Cover Art by Bryan Keller

 

Weretiger Terry is used to being in charge. He’s the boss, even when that job is as stressful as can be. So when he hears a new BDSM club is opening in Dallas, he has to go find himself a twink to help relieve his stress.

What Terry finds is werebear Ash, who’s the bigger apex predator in this situation. Ash is happy to turn Terry’s expectations upside down and teach Terry how to accept what he needs. Even if what he needs scares Terry half to death.

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PRAISE

LR Cafe’s Best of 2017 Awards Nominee: Best BDSM/Kink Book and Best Paranormal/Urban Fantasy Book!

“A hot, sexy and very lightly kinky story, this was an excellent, quick read and one I enjoyed. Recommended.”

— Fern, Long and Short Reviews

 

EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2017 BA Tortuga

“Seriously. There is nothing fun left to do anymore. Ever since I lost my last assistant to the Carolinas, everything has been so boring.” Terry held his paws out to the sweet little bobcat that had been doing his manicures for the last few years. He loved the Claw House. They provided scratching posts, martinis, discreet service, and gorgeous nail techs.

The little one wiggled and blushed a lot. Delicious.

“Oh, I wouldn’t count out Dallas yet, buddy. Jared was telling me about this new bar…” His manicure friend Paul was always the first to know about new places.

“Another bar? Seriously?” He looked over, willing to listen. A little.

“Uh-huh. I haven’t been, but I hear good things. Kinky, with good food and reasonable drinks.”

“That doesn’t bode well, that you haven’t gone. Who’s this Jared? Do I know him?”

“Probably not. He’s an advertising client.” Paul winked. He did PR for Terry’s company, but he did small advertising gigs on the side as well.

“No shit? So what does he say about the bar? Decent bartender?” He didn’t mind paying if the booze was good. Hell, he didn’t mind bad booze, if it was cheap.

“He says there are two that are edible. They can also both mix a great Sex on the Beach.”

“Huh. Fair enough.” He curled his fingers, making the little kit work for it a bit. “And the kink?”

“There’s a variety. Theme nights, lots of boys waiting to be… handled. Private rooms.”

“Huh. Here in Dallas? Are they… our type of folks?” He didn’t play rough with humans. It was too risky.

“They are. That’s the best part.” There was a glint in Paul’s eye that told him there was a bit of trickery going on, but they did that to each other. Paul wouldn’t steer him entirely wrong.

“You want to go? I don’t have plans for Friday night.”

“It’s invitation only…”

“Wait? You don’t have enough pull to get one of those?” He rolled his eyes dramatically. “Paul, I’m disappointed.”

“I can get you in. I just wanted to make sure you were interested. Not so hard, honey,” Paul told his manicurist.

“He’s tender on his pointy bits, you know,” he teased.

“I’m tender everywhere,” Paul purred.

 

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Throwback Thursday: A Wolf’s Hunt by Echo Ishii #TBT #paranormalromance @mrsbookmark

by jessicacoultersmith

A Wolf's Hunt

Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

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?

 

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EXCERPT

All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2017 Echo Ishii

Zhang had nothing against London. It was a respectably large city, though a bit on the cold and rainy side. He had to get used to it. The cities in this part of the world weren’t like those in the East and certainly not like those in the celestial realm where he did most of his business.

Still, Zhang had a job to do. He was here, by special request, from the Goddess of the Hunt herself. She ruled beasts and fighters and those with the wild nature. Creatures whose lives were ruled around the chase and the hunt. Shapeshifting creatures like himself.

He strolled through the pouring rain, past the shops and the streets and the taverns. Women in uncomfortably long dresses skittered past; orphans with not enough clothes shivered in the dark spaces between alleys.

There were so many more people in the world since the last time Zhang had visited. It was louder, busier, and the air was dirtier. The wild spaces were being encroached upon with frightening speed.

No wonder the Huntress was keen to have someone look after her earth-dwelling patrons. It was far too easily for them to become despondent and lose their way.

Zhang finally found the place he was looking for. It was a stone building, firmly built, but with broken windows and detritus surrounding the outside. If the excessive noise didn’t indicate it as a place for a Pack meeting, then the smell of Wolfkin in rut certainly would.

Wolfkin. It had been some time since he’d dealt with any of them.

Zhang pushed open the door and stepped inside.

It was a Pack meeting all right: one part eating; one part fighting; one part rutting. Wolfkin conversed between bites of food and the occasional punch.

The hall was clearly too small for all of them. Rows of tables from one end of the hall to the other with chairs left barely enough room to walk between them. The Wolfkin didn’t seem to mind.

The Wolfkin ignored Zhang. His scent gave off no threat, so few paid him any mind. Zhang was just one more figure lurking in the corners. He was dressed down for this event, having traveled for three days in human form. Dragon form was quicker but Zhang wanted to be low key. Besides, people might notice. Wolfkin sightings were easily explained away but Dragons took quite of bit of magical spellwork to conceal. Zhang wasn’t in the mood to have to pay some greedy sorcerer just to cover up a sighting.

And then there was the sex. Zhang spotted at least three not so discreet encounters. Couples, triples, even enthusiastic solo practitioners. There was always a dark corner somewhere.

Zhang had no issue with group sexual indulgence.

Voyeurism? Oh those long, heady days in the temples of ancient Egypt.

Exhibitionism? Thank the gods for Persian pleasure chambers and a penchant for extremely accurate conceptual art.

Orgies? There was a time when ‘Lord Prince Zhang’ was known throughout Rome for his orgies. And in Rome, to be noticed for orgies was really saying something. May the First Fires bless those legions of Roman soldiers, Zhang thought with a sigh.

This public display of affections was not to Zhang’s taste. Rolling around on the floor — especially one of questionable cleanliness — in a lust-filled fever was not his pleasure.

Besides, his only interest in the world of Wolfkin was sitting in a large chair at a separate table on a dais like a king in his throne. Stephen Skollsgaard, the Alpha of all the Alphas.

Stephen was a handsome bastard too.

Zhang kept close to the walls as he approached the Alpha Wolf. Two Wolfkin, reeking of alcohol, were having a heated argument nearer the front. One of them fell out of his chair at Zhang’s feet. Zhang stepped over him with a sigh.

“Aye!” Another Wolfkin grabbed him by the shoulders. He was a large man with thick hands and menacing eyes.

“Do not touch me,” Zhang said smoothly and confidently.

“That’s my friend you stepped over,” the Wolfkin said.

“That’s your friend you pushed down.” Zhang shrugged the man’s hands from his shoulders.

“Are you Omega? A Lower Beta?” The man pushed Zhang again as his voice rose.

Zhang tolerated watching Wolfkin fight, but he had no intentions of being pulled into one.

Zhang pushed back his hood and locked his eyes on the Wolfkin. The man’s eyes went wide. Zhang knew he saw the change, the flicker of fires from the First Fires that rose in Zhang’s belly and now was simmering deep in his soul.

“Do you know what I am?” Zhang said.

The Wolf shook his head, unable to leave Zhang’s gaze.

“Remy, stop,” a voice boomed across the hall, and even Zhang looked over.

It was Stephen, of course. He made it across the room in short leaps until he was next to them both.

“Remy, take Cade with you.” Stephen nodded toward the Wolf sprawled on the floor.

Remy backed down immediately. He reached over the prop his friend up, and the two shuffled back toward the group.

“Why are you here, Dragon?” Stephen said.

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Throwback Thursday: Sleeping Dragons by Stephanie Burke #TBT #shunga

by jessicacoultersmith

Sleeping Dragon

Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

Youltan lives a life of obligation and service, a slave to the desires of others, harnessing the strange and powerful chaotic energies known as Ice Magic. After a final betrayal by the people he protects, he finds himself transported to the one being who holds the key to his freedom.

The wards tattooed across Garyn’s back ensure his total compliance, trapping him in his own form of slavery, until one of the traitorous Mages, the kind that devised this tortuous penance, is placed in his prison. Now manipulating his way to freedom rules the sex-shifting dragon’s mind.

Garyn never expects Youltan to willingly sacrifice so much for a person he barely knows. Nor does he expect to find the a core of passionate heat that exists deep within Youltan’s soul. The fight for survival takes on new dimensions and strains the very threads of their honor and morality.

But what would you expect….when you prod a Sleeping Dragon?

 

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Praise for Sleeping Dragon

“Dragons and magic in one story, with the added feature of a sex-shifting dragon and the promise of some enemy-to-lover sparkles, had me wanting to read this book from the moment I spied the blurb. If you’re up for an adventure not just of the magical and fighting-the-evil-enemy kind, but also of the explore-the-characters-sexual-orientation kind, then you should give this book a go.”

— Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews

 

“I especially enjoyed how Youltan and Garyn’s feelings grew for each other… This devotion was a favorite part of the book, along with the really great sex scenes and quick witted dialogue. A wonderfully entertaining and sexy short story, Sleeping Dragon is perfect for anyone wanting to be thrilled by a quick read, and is a book I can easily recommend.”

 

— Anya Khan, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

“Ms. Burke is a talented author who has penned a wonderful story of a same sex relationship between two magical beings. I enjoyed the story very much and I highly recommend it to anyone who likes stories of magic and dragons… most definitely a keeper.”

— Susan White, Coffee Time Romance

 

 

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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.

Throwback Thursday: Hungry Novice by Kate Hill #TBT #paranormalromance

by jessicacoultersmith

Hungry Novice (Scarlet Nights (Blood and Soul) 2)

Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

Blair and May are supposed to be living their happily ever after, but for them it’s not that easy. Lately the only place they’ve been able to get along is in bed. May wants to join Blair’s vampiric family in their battle against evil, but he wants nothing more than to keep her safe.

Unable to reconcile, Blair sets May free, but when he’s captured by enemies, the tables turn and it’s up to May to defend him — possibly to the death. How far will a newly-made vampire go to test her powers?

 

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2015 Kate Hill

As the pleasure ebbed, May sank into a completely relaxed state, her breathing slow and even. She was aware of nothing except Blair lying beside her, his breath against her shoulder and his hand lightly caressing her belly.

After a moment, she opened her eyes to look at him. He took her hand and kissed the back of it, then gazed at their entwined fingers, a far-off expression in his eyes.

“That’s a quizzical look,” she remarked. “What are you thinking about?”

“Just that I never thought I could be this happy again.”

She smiled.

“And that I’m waiting for something to destroy it.”

Her smile faded and she squeezed his hand. “Blair, you must learn to live for the moment — to enjoy what’s happening now and stop worrying about the future until it comes.”

“You’re starting to sound like Hamilton.”

“He’s not such a bad person. I’ve only known him a short time, but I’m already grateful to him for a number of things.”

“I never said he was a bad person, just… annoying. Stubborn. Self-righteous.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like another man I know.”

He looked surprised. “You can’t mean me.”

“Can’t I?” She chuckled.

“May, that’s utterly preposterous and –”

“And I’d rather not argue on our first day home. I have other things to worry about.”

“Such as?”

“How do you intend to explain to the other people in the village that you’ve married your maid?”

“I don’t intend to explain anything. It’s none of their concern.”

“But –”

“No buts. The opinion of anyone who would find fault in our union means nothing to me. Do you honestly think that I of all people would sacrifice love for propriety?”

“No. I’m still not accustomed to someone like you.”

“Learning about each other is exciting, don’t you think?”

“Quite.” She snuggled closer and he tightened his arm around her.

“What would you like to do today?” he asked.

“I thought we might go for a ride so we can continue the lessons we started before we left for London. I’m still not as comfortable on horseback as I’d like to be. Then maybe you could help with my self-defense practice.”

A smile played around his lips. “You’re an unusual woman, May.”

Smiling, she brushed the tip of her nose against his. “We’re a good match then, because you’re an unusual man.”

She had quickly learned that Blair and his vampiric “family” were unlike humans in more than their drinking habits. Vampire females, like wildcats, often embraced violence to survive. Human women, at least in the world May knew, weren’t expected to develop combat skills.

In London, Blair’s friends had encouraged her to be self-sufficient. Daria, Woodrow and Giacomo had started teaching her the fighting arts and when Blair returned after battling a gang of vampire criminals, he had continued her training.

He had been pleased with her interest in learning to defend herself, having lost his previous wife and children to a brutal attacker.

May kissed him, then slipped out of bed. She searched through her travel bag for the shirt and trousers Daria had given her. She bound her breasts with a piece of cloth to protect them during exercise, then she donned the masculine attire. Blair raised himself on his elbows and gazed at her with a faint smile.

“What?” May asked.

“I never imagined a woman in men’s clothes could be so appealing.”

His words warmed her but she narrowed her eyes and pointed at him. “You, Sir, had better behave, at least until my training session is complete.”

Blair stood abruptly and strode toward her. May moistened her lips, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of Blair’s lean, muscular body and the hungry look in his eyes.

He placed a hand to the back of her head and covered her mouth in a penetrating kiss. His tongue teased hers and she moaned, her resolve already disintegrating.

When the kiss broke, he stared into her eyes with a playful look. “To tide me over until we finish the session.”

 

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Kate Hill (Also writing as Saloni Quinby)

Always a fan of romance and the paranormal, I started writing over twenty years ago. My first story was accepted for publication in 1996. Since then I’ve written over one hundred short stories, novellas and novels. I love to blend genres. I also love horror and a happily ever after, so if you’re looking for romance with witches, aliens, vampires, angels, demons, shapeshifters and more, there’s a good chance you’ll find something to your taste here.

When I’m not writing, I enjoy reading, watching horror and action movies, working out and spending time with my family and pets.  I love hearing from readers, so feel free to leave a comment at my blog or connect with me on Twitter.

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Throwback Thursday: Monster Mash by Kira Stone #DarkFantasy #TBT #LGBTQ

by jessicacoultersmith

Monster Mash (Rookery Cove Multi-Author 6)

Cover Artist: Fabiano Fabris

Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs’ newest brew is ready for its introduction to the public. The intoxicating beverage is guaranteed to raise the libido of any creature, undead or alive. Kyler is convinced it’ll be a smash among their non-human clientele, if only they can find a way to market the stuff that doesn’t reveal the method of production that gives the liquid its sexual magic.

Elwyn has little doubt the potent aphrodisiac will do exactly as the Dark Elf claims. But, as the senior ad man for the company, he needs more to build a campaign on than the tired maxim of “Try it, you’ll like it.” Prying the details about its production out of the closed-mouth brewer has proven impossible. He must take drastic measures if he’s to launch this product on time.

Kyler doesn’t react well to the Incubus’ surprise visit to his distillery on Rookery Cove Island, and an entire batch of Mash is ruined as a result. There’s only one act that will pacify the Dark Elf’s ire now, and Elwyn can’t bring himself to do it. Can he?

 

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PRAISE FOR MONSTER MASH

 Monster Mash is delightful and so hot it sizzles! Wowza! The plot is fresh and thoroughly entertaining. It engaged my emotions and delivered all it promised… I’m still smiling.”

— Karen H., The Romance Studio

“From the laugh-out-loud opening page, Monster Mash is an absolute treat! The combination of humor, lust, angst and passion had me reading…from beginning to end in one sitting. The contrast of light and dark was both thought provoking and sexy as hell.”

— Kerin, TwoLips Reviews

 

 

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Kira Stone lives in a warm cave tucked away in the remote Scottish Highlands, where a small band of ever-changing heroes serves as company. As they relax in front of a roaring fire, demons dance in leather pants and angels stroke tunes from the harp strings, while the Fae stop in to share tales from other worlds. Bound by pen and imagination, these are the folk who wait to greet you from the pages of Kira’s stories.

The who and what of Kira in this more mundane world is not what turns you on, but the words sure do – so go discover the passion that awaits you between the covers of every Kira Stone book…

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Throwback Thursday: Screenshots (box set) by Willa Okati #TBT #GayRomance #contemporaryromance @willaokati

by jessicacoultersmith

Screen Shots (Box Set) (Screen Shots 6)

Cover Artist: Angela Knight

What’s a guy supposed to do when his best friend since freshman year decides he wants to go get his freak on and get paid for it by an amateur gay porn studio?

Seduced: TwentySomethingTwinks.com is nothing like Aaron thought it’d be. Professionally run and staffed by friendly, personable — and hot — talent, it’s a heck of a temptation — even for someone who’s never thought about getting down with a guy before. Trouble is, Aaron finds he likes the action more than he thought he would — and he’s starting to see Cody in an entirely different light.

Smolder: Brandon’s trying his best to play it cool. He figures if no one knows he’s a total amateur, he’ll go a lot further. He didn’t count on two of twentysomethingtwinks.com‘s top studs claiming him for their own. When Gabriel and Dylan decide they want Brandon as their third in a permanent menage, all they have to do is convince him.

Slinky: Ross, the All-American “boy next door,” is a long established star of twentysomethingtwinks.com. He’s settled into his comfort zone — he needs shaking up and waking up. Maddox thinks he’s the perfect man for the job…

Submissive: Skyler, the newest recruit to twentysomethingtwinks.com, has one mission in mind: to get Thom, the cool, collected lead cameraman, naked and sweaty between the sheets. Skyler’s used to getting what he wants. So is Thom.

Sexology: Jake’s taken longer than a guy should to write his dissertation on the modern sex industry. He can’t stand the thought of leaving behind the friends he’s made at twentysomethingtwinks.com — and he won’t be able to live with himself if he doesn’t act on some of his favorite fantasies. Trouble is, he has no idea where to begin. A chance encounter and a night spent at the studio with a double handful of screen stars give Jake the chance to seize his dreams.

Ten men, ten ways to misbehave. It’s going to be a night to remember.

 

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Praise for Seduced

Seduced is a dangerously sensual tale that stretches reality’s concepts in a fun and imaginative way.”

— Lisa, Joyfully Reviewed

 

 

Praise for SlinkySlinky is deliciously decadent fun.”

— Lisa, Joyfully Reviewed

“It’s hot and funny and Ross and Maddox have wicked chemistry.”

— Angelina, Two Lips Reviews

 

 

Praise for Submissive“Fast and fun, Submissive is an inventive guilty pleasure — so indulge!”

— Lisa, Joyfully Reviewed

 

 

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Throwback Thursday: The Erogenous Affair by Mikala Ash #TBT #SciFiRomance

by jessicacoultersmith

The Erogenous Affair (Spaceport Multi-Author 25)

Cover Artist: Marteeka Karland

Peri Barberossa is on the hunt. Conflicted over Silas Archimedes’ questionable behavior in the Supernova Affair and the bedding of her doomed and virginal cousin by Fyche, her otherwise faithful AI, Peri seeks solace in the arms of strangers.

The amorous accent of a hunky fighter pilot she meets at Spaceport Adana’s renowned Haze Bar & Grill sends Peri on a whirlwind adventure to the planet Scalion where, in search of her lost mother, Peri meets the surprisingly erotic Tacha Vaile and two gorgeous and randy men, Titus Dollavera and Moss Cato.

Everyone is more — or less — than they seem in this erotically charged Peri Barberossa adventure where secret agendas abound and the name of the game is undiluted pleasure.

 

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Copyright ©2010 Mikala Ash

I wandered the corridors of Adana in a sort of daydream. My grateful pilot had to leave straight after our morning coupling. Some sort of parade and flyby the navy was putting on to dazzle the citizenry. We did all that awkward stuff that comprises the morning after the drunken fuck ritual; exchanged numbers and promised to call each other.

So now I was at a loose end. My joy ride with him had given me a few ideas for the theme of my guide to the psychology of sex and I figured a quiet café would help get the thoughts straight in my head.

I’d barely taken a sip when Holly and an attractive and vaguely familiar blonde woman in her early twenties, fitted out with Holly’s holovid camera, entered the café.

“Hi, sis,” Holly said in her usual effervescent manner. “This is Zoe. I’m training her to be a breaking news reporter.”

I shook Zoe’s hand, gazing at her bright-eyed expression and trying to figure out where I’d seen her before.

“I’ve read everything you’ve written, Peri,” she gushed.

“I’m flattered. Zoe, I wonder if you could give Holly and me a moment alone?”

She flashed me a genuine smile. “Sure.” She turned to Holly. “Boss, how about I finish that council meeting story?”

“Sure, knock yourself out.” After watching Zoe stride away Holly turned to me. “Isn’t she great?”

“I guess. Sit down for a second. Listen, I need you to think about Nova Town for me.”

Her expression told me Nova Town was not her favorite subject. Nor was it mine, but we had to talk about it sometime.

“Ever heard of Scalion?”

“Um, I think so. Is that the agricultural planet?”

“That’s the one. Did either Mother or Father have a connection there?”

She frowned for a moment in concentration. “Nuh, nada. I have nothing. Why?”

“It’s just that I think we went there after Nova Town. I can’t remember it. I just recognized a guy’s accent, and I don’t know why it should have made such an impression unless I’d been there.”

She tilted her head slightly and gave me one of her penetrating gazes. “The pilot at the Haze last night? From what I hear, his accent wasn’t the only thing that would have made an impression.”

Fuck me! “How’d you know about that?”

“Zoe saw you. She was doing a story on the singing Kitali.”

“That must be where I’ve seen her,” I said doubtfully, but didn’t remember any singing Kitali.

“Also, Silas heard about it too. He’s pretty cut up. Angry would be a better term. What are you doing to him?”

I was surprised. I didn’t know he was back on Adana. He hadn’t called me. “It’s complicated.”

“Well, he’s a solid type of guy from what I can tell.”

“Yeah, well.”

She knew me well enough to change the subject. “Any luck with Jyker?”

I gritted my teeth at the name. He was a notorious criminal and knew something of my mother, and I had so desperately wanted to find out what. Fyche, Silas and I had almost captured him in a bondage and discipline parlor but in the confusion of an assassination attempt, he’d escaped, taking his knowledge with him. “Trail has gone cold. Silas is following it up for his own purposes. I’ll probably not hear any more of it.”

Her journalist’s eyes brightened. “His own purposes?”

“Yeah, it seems Jyker has more to answer for than either Mischa or us.” I gave an exaggerated shrug. “More of Silas’s secret shit, so I don’t know much.”

“Have you found out anything more about the connection between Mother and the Naturalists on Jones’s World? To think, we had a cousin there and never even knew.”

“Mother never mentioned her family origins to me. I guess we’d have thousands of cousins, second cousins and Phong knows what else scattered all over the galaxy. No surprise that some of them might be religious fundamentalists.”

“I suppose. Are there any Naturalists on Scalion?”

“There are, as a matter of fact. Fyche found reference to an old colony there.”

“Curiouser and curiouser. Any Leesons on record?”

Leeson was our mother’s maiden name. “Not that he could find.”

She played with a sugar shaker for a moment. “I wonder where Mother ended up.”

That question had been foremost in my mind. “The strange thing is these last few months are the first time I’ve ever really asked that question. You’d think that after all Mother and I had been through; escaping Nova Town, jumping from planet to planet, living out of a string bag and she constantly afraid that the New Guard would catch up with us, I’d want to know what happened to her. But despite all the hardships we faced together when I grew up, after she left me, I never asked any questions.”

“Don’t punish yourself. You were young.”

“Sure, I resented her dumping me like she did, but there’s more to it than that. It’s not natural for me not to be more curious. I can’t even recall seriously thinking about her until you lured me here.”

Holly held up her hands. “Innocent of all charges. I had no idea Jyker would trigger this. I just glimpsed him on the playback of one of my stories. I thought you’d be interested. I had absolutely no idea of what he was about.”

“I know, but it’s like there’s a high wall around my memories. I’m peeping over the top, and all I see is a mist. But what troubles me is that until now, I’ve never even tried to look over the wall. Fuck, I never knew it was there.”

“Well, my sense is that if it hasn’t troubled you in the past, then don’t let it trouble you now. Let her go. She left you in the care of strangers. For whatever reason, good or bad, she left you like she left Dad, like she left me. You don’t need to kick yourself around the room for what she did. Let her go.”

I knew she was trying to give me good advice, but it hurt nonetheless. Holly was bitter at Mother for leaving our father in the turmoil of Nova Town. I understood that. On the other hand, I’d been with Mother. I needed to know what happened to her. “I don’t think I can. Besides, she gave me up because she thought she was being tracked by the New Guard, and that it was safer for me not to be with her.”

“Are you sure about that?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess. It sounds logical.”

“It may be she doesn’t want to be found.” She grasped my hand. “I only know that when she took you away, Dad didn’t want her to. They had a fight. When she came back for me, Dad stood between us. He wasn’t about to let her take me too.”

“I didn’t know. I assumed it was you who told her you didn’t want to leave.”

“I didn’t want to leave. That’s true, and I told her so. But Dad was the one that sent her back to the spaceport.”

My expression must have asked the obvious question.

“He told her to leave you behind with us, but she refused. She said you preferred her to him, you always did. That was true; even I knew that. I belonged to Dad and you belonged to her.”

I squeezed her hand tight. “Why did he really send her away?”

“I never found out. To be honest, I never asked. It was enough that I was still with him. I missed you, but well, it was never like we got along.”

I laughed. “No, I don’t think we did.”

Holly’s gaze had wandered off toward her protégé. I saw a raised eyebrow. Holly stood up. “Well, duty calls. Gotta go. I’ll think about Scalion, see what I come up with and let you know.”

“Sure.”

“Oh, I put that order in for you.”

I took a moment to remember I’d asked her to do something on the quiet for me, something Fyche didn’t know about.

“Thanks.”

I must have looked a bit confused for she reached for my hand. “Hey. Sis. Look after yourself. Find Silas and sort it out with him. He’s a solid guy. I’m sure of it.”

“I’ll think about it.”

 

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Aussie Mikala Ash lives a hectic double life, mild-mannered training & development consultant by day… wild sci-fi and paranormal adventure writer by night. “For me, burning the candle at both ends is not such a terrible problem; I’m having too much fun!”

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Throwback Thursday: Truth or Dragon by CJ England #paranormalromance #NewAdult #TBT @CJ_England

by jessicacoultersmith

Will an irrepressible free spirit dare to tame a dragon’s heart?

 

Truth or Dragon (Dragon Games 2)

Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

Lucina Bell was sure she and Ryuu Tatsuya had more than a connection the evening they met at Eadlin’s Christmas party. After all, in less than two hours, they went from arguing to kissing to the butler’s pantry.

One night stands aren’t Lucina’s style, but when Ryuu didn’t show the next day for their date at the Christmas arcade, she thought that was all the previous night had been to Ryuu. Yet she can’t convince her heart of that.

Ryuu hated walking away from Lucina without a word, but as a dragon prince with secrets he can’t share, he knows their relationship is doomed. After seeing his clan leader find his forever mate, he wants that kind of perfect love for himself, and even though he wants Lucinda more than he wants to breathe, her scent didn’t trigger the mating magic in him.

When they meet again at Eadlin and Drayce’s wedding, one glance stirs the smoldering passions between them. It’s all fun and games until Ryuu’s shocking secrets are revealed. When a ritual challenge is issued, the pre-wedding house party erupts into violence. Will learning the truth about her lover send Lucina flying out of his arms, or will she take Ryuu’s dare and play with her dragon forever?

 

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2016 C.J. England

While shivering in her extremely expensive high-heeled boots, Lucina Bell glanced once again at her watch. Damn it, he was late. Really late. Like over an hour late. Tightening her lips, she gave a growl of irritation. Both at Ryuu and at herself. It had been just over twenty-four hours, yet she missed him horribly. Which wasn’t like her at all. She’d never met a man she couldn’t walk away from easily. Until now.

Why hadn’t he come?

She forced herself to ignore the hurt curling around her heart. There could be a reason he wasn’t where they’d agreed to meet. Maybe he got caught in traffic. Or since he was a foreigner, maybe he’d gotten lost. Maybe he didn’t know where Leicester Square was. After all, it was decked out in its Christmas Carnival finery, so it might not be recognizable.

And now, she thought with a derisive snort, she was just making excuses.

Spinning around, she headed to the nearest tube station, swearing copiously under her breath. Ryuu Tatsuya was a dead man. She would crush him like a bug. She didn’t care that he was her best friend’s fiance’s best friend. So what if her killing him made them all uncomfortable at parties. Not even someone as hot as Ryuu could stand her up and get away with it.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed away the ever-present fatigue she seemed to fight lately. It had gotten worse over the last few days. She’d had some weird mood swings. Couldn’t seem to keep up the happy-go-lucky attitude she’d been born with.

But at Eadlin’s Christmas Eve party she’d really struggled.

Even with all the fun and food and good-time friends, there’d still been something missing. Instead of feeling happy and excited, she’d felt a bit edgy, tired and a lot impatient. Like she was waiting for something to happen. And that restless feeling so wasn’t like her. She was more of an in-the-moment sort of gal.

But for the life of her she hadn’t been able to break out of it.

She’d tried competing in the games but had gotten dizzy when playing Blind Man’s Bluff. She’d tried laughing and chatting with friends while having dinner, but her stomach had rolled every time she thought about putting something in her mouth. As a last resort, she’d even threatened to get up on stage with the band and sing, even though everyone knew she couldn’t carry a tune if she was given a golden-handled bucket. But a blinding headache stopped that idea in its tracks. Something was majorly wrong. And Lucina had been pretty sure she knew what it was.

“Damn it, Eadlin,” she’d sworn to herself. “Now you’ve got me doing it. Looking for my very own stranger. My Mr. Handsome and Mysterious. Your great-great-great ancestor found hers, you’re looking for yours, and now I want to find mine. So much I’m sick over it.”

She’d shaken her head. “Me! Footloose and fancy free me. Lucina in the sky looking for diamonds, me. It’s as easy to fall in love with a rich guy than a poor guy, me. It is to laugh.” She’d sighed. “So why aren’t I laughing?”

Looking back at the revelation now, she knew exactly why she wasn’t laughing. She wanted to at least care about the man she married. And if the guy didn’t make her panties go wet, then it just wasn’t worth it. She’d rather go hungry than settle for anything less than fireworks in bed. Life was too bloody short for boring.

But finding that special someone wouldn’t be that easy for her. She couldn’t just throw a fancy party and expect him to appear. She wasn’t like Eadlin who’d done what she could and let fate handle the rest. Lucina was way more hands-on. Or, as one past boyfriend complained, too bossy and unpredictable. Too restless to be comfortable with. He’d told her no man would want to take on a woman he couldn’t understand or control. She snorted delicately at the memory. Needless to say, it had been the last time she’d ever seen that particular idiot again.

So she was a little outrageous and different. Maybe a bit too free spirited and impulsive. So what? She liked herself that way. As an author of children’s fantasy stories, it gave her a lot of joy to look for the fantastical and weird in the world around her. While the parents may not be impressed with her “frivolous” career –they forced her to write under a pen name so not to taint their own –if the fans of her latest elf, dragon and changeling series were anything to go by, her odd take on life was appreciated. At least by kids between the ages of seven and twelve.

Then why couldn’t she find a guy who appreciated her weirdness? And why did she think her mysterious stranger –if she actually had one –would be different than anyone else’s?

The thought made her tired all over again, but that wasn’t anything new. She’d been so exhausted this morning, she’d been tempted to sleep in, but she’d been bound and determined to keep this date with Ryuu.

“So just how’d that work out for you, Luce?” she murmured, blinking away tears. But even after the moisture was gone, her eyes were so blurry she could barely see the street in front of her.

Everything ached, she realized. Her head, her stomach, her feet –why had she worn such insanely uncomfortable shoes, other than they made her legs look absolutely amazing. And now to add to her misery, her heart was aching like a sore tooth.

Why hadn’t he come?

Lucina sniffed loudly, furious that she’d allowed Ryuu to get to her this way. She hadn’t expected to care so much for him after just one night together, but she’d thought he’d felt something as well. Otherwise, why ask her out on a date?

After all, she hadn’t played hard to get. He’d already gotten everything he could want.

Shame filled her at the memory. Even though she talked a good game, she really wasn’t the type of girl to fall into a man’s arms after knowing him for less than an hour. But there was just something about Ryuu. Something special that cut through all the usual song and dance and had her jumping into bed –or in this case, the butler’s pantry –as soon as she’d tasted his kiss.

Or maybe she’d just been carried away by the romance of the evening. Seeing her best friend find her special someone had set off a yearning within Lucina she hadn’t even admitted to herself. Until now.

She wanted it. That romance… that desire. The connection.

She wanted a man to look at her with the same need and desperation that Lord Drayce had in his eyes when he’d looked at Eadlin. They’d met, kissed and become engaged within a few hours of seeing each other for the first time. Now that was romantic.

Or crazy.

But no matter how crazy it seemed, Lucina longed to find someone, too. She wasn’t jealous of Eadlin… much. No, she wished her friend all the happiness in the world. She just wanted the same for herself.

 

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Throwback Thursday: Fever Hitch by Ayla Ruse #TBT #PNR #alienencounters

by jessicacoultersmith

Fever Hitch (Earth Con 1)

Cover Artist: Renee George

Felicia Walker loves her job as an illustrator at Fever Hitch Comics. During this year’s annual Earth Con, she will not only draw caricatures, but she’ll also be decked out in body paint to represent the F’ldae — an alien species from the comics. As she starts off a night exploring the off-limits, alien side of the convention, Felicia is unprepared for the spiraling events that will make her behave like a true F’ldae… in full mating heat.

Agent Slate Reese, along with his best friend Agent Ryker Seals, are Metons who want to settle down, but they’re having a difficult time finding the female to complete their mating trio. With the vast assortment of alien species converging on this area, surely there’s one female who wouldn’t mind spending a night with both of them.

 

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2014 Ayla Ruse

“Slate. Wait up. We have to talk about finding a mate.”

Agent Slate Reese turned his head to see his best friend and partner, Ryker, striding up to him from down the hall. “Later,” he scowled. “It’s about time you showed up.”

“I’ve been here the whole time,” Ry answered as he caught up. He grinned and slapped Slate on the back. “I was talking to the new recruits downstairs. There’re a few cute ones I think we should check on.”

Slate’s mouth flattened. He was tired of trying to find a mate. He and Ry had tried to find a compatible female for over two years now. The younger man wouldn’t get it through his thick head it wasn’t going to happen. He couldn’t answer, however, as they were intercepted by the voluptuous Agent Tae.

“Slate,” she purred, sliding her hands up his chest. He stopped walking and waved Ry on. Ryker rolled his eyes but walked away to afford them some privacy.

“Tae. Ry and I are on our way to see your father.”

“Ooh. If he knows you’re with me, he’ll forgive your being tardy. I won’t keep you but a minute.” She ran long-fingered hands around his neck, and he remained stiff.

There was a time he would have welcomed her attention, but that was before he realized she was a cold hearted bitch.

She leaned in close and whispered against his lips. “After you’re done with my father, why don’t you meet me in the transportation room? I have three tickets to Earth Con. We can get away from here and have some serious fun.”

“I’ll ask Ry if he’s up for that.”

She scowled and pulled away. “You know my feelings about Ry.” She darted a lethal glance at his friend. “He’s so… young and eager and nothing like you. We match up well. And I know if we added Hudon, we’d have a strong mating together.”

And there it was. The reason he would never be hers.

“Tae,” Slate started, “we’ve been over this. I’m to be in a mated relationship with Ryker and our female. If you don’t like that, look somewhere else. I’m not going to drop Ry for you. I’ll not leave our friendship for any female.”

Throwback Thursday: PhilCon or Bust (Earth Con series) by Stephanie Burke #TBT #alienencounters #LGBTQ

by jessicacoultersmith

SB_Philcon

Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

Jabel came for the hot Earth girls. So what if they only have two eyes and no tails. Earth girls are easy, right?

Libby did not come looking for love. In fact, she didn’t even come to get laid. Sex can be interesting when you’re a transgendered woman, and the last thing she wanted to do was risk her body or her mind.

A one night stand is just what they both needed, but then there are assassins and sword fights, and kidnappings…

Whoever said convention life was easy, lied!

 

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SNEAK PEEK…

All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2014 Stephanie Burke

Joklim was a mighty warrior, and it showed in his every word and deed. He now stood overlooking the one egg in the hatchery, his gold eyes keen on the electronic readouts that showed this new egg’s development.

“Sponsor,” Jabel announced, leery of walking up behind the older warrior without making his presence known. He had done that once and, even with his enhanced reflexes, he could not dodge the instinctive blow that nearly knocked him out.

“Ha, Jabel.” Joklim turned, and the scarred visage of his Sponsor made Jabel want to stand at attention as he was taught in academy. “How fare you this glorious day?”

“I do well, Sponsor. My Preserver is more than pleased with my progress and now has several offers of Preservership.”

“Ka.” Joklim snorted, rolling all three of his eyes. It was a strange human concept that he had taken to before his own Corps service and had yet to stop. “Preservership does not make the warrior. It is the combination of lines that create the male, the tutorage of his Advocate and Sponsor that gives him his heart, and the training and knowledge of the Preserver that settles it all into place.”

“Still, my Preserver has a lot of offers.”

“Which he will turn down.” Joklim spoke with confidence. “He has already laid claim to this newest hatching. I think he wants to prove the rearing of you was not a fluke.”

“Indeed.” Jabel chuckled. “If he managed to create more of me, I am not sure if the Imperium would be satisfied or horrified.”

“A little of each.” Joklim laughed, tossing his head back, his long black hair flowing down his back in its warrior braid. “But it is a new tradition that will keep them from growing stagnant.”

Jabel thought of the many punishments he had endured because of his stubborn nature and insubordination, but none of his trainers found fault with his skills. He was nearly undefeated, his one loss coming after several hours of hand-to-hand combat at the hands of his trainers early on in his training.

“I am going to Earth Con,” he informed him, watching as Joklim’s smile grew. “I intend to be there for the week-long event in the town known as Philly.”

“I assume there will be much debauchery?”

“You assume correctly.”

“Sex? Consuming of human spirits? Sex?”

“Yes.”

“Take note that I said sex twice, Jabel. I am quite sure you can do my legacy proud.”

“I intend to.”

“Very good.” Joklim took his pleasure almost as seriously as he took his warfare. “If there are problems, an old ally of mine is stationed on earth. Mikhale Fas-something or the other.” Joklim nibbled on his bottom lip, and Jabel felt a flush of pleasure when he realized how like his Sponsor he looked.

They both possessed the long black hair of the Amiret line as well as the tall, muscular form. The difference was in their complexions. Joklim was paler in skin coloration while Jabel was a creamy light brown, the combination of Advocate and Sponsor showing in his skin. They were both of a build, though Joklim’s handsome visage was marred by several battle scars that proved his experience in battling the Dark Ones.

“He knows of the people of Earth and their ways. If there is a need, he can assist you.”

“I thank you, Sponsor.”

Joklim reached out and pulled his first hatchling into his arms, and Jabel relaxed into the hold. He was no longer a youngling to court affection from his Sponsor, but nevertheless, he felt the love and regard his Sponsor held for him.

“Now off with you.” Joklim released him, holding him at arm’s length as he examined him from head to toe. “Have fun, youngling. All too soon, you will be facing the perils of war.”

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Throwback Thursday: Born an Empty Soul by M. D. Stewart #TBT #vampires #UrbanFantasy

by jessicacoultersmith

Born an Empty Soul (Paranormal B&B 2)

Cover Artist: Angela Knight

Killian: I’m a well known singer in a famous indie band, but I’ve been alone for a century, living off others’ pain — until I meet my mates at a concert. Now I’ll have to do everything I can to convince them they are mine, or I’ll die.

Laura: Born and raised in Prenter’s Bottom, North Carolina, I watched the town wage war on homosexuality. As a straight white female, I’ve never been affected by their hatred — until I meet Killian. Now I’ll stand against the entire town — and my husband — to save him.

Barclay: I was raised in a strict religious household by emotionally detached parents. I thought being gay was a sin, until one night of shared passion with Killian and my wife. Now I’m struggling with my sexuality. I’m not sure I can go against the town even to save Killian — and my marriage.

 

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Killian

The sensation of crashing back into my body forced me to sit up and take a deep breath. I gasped and tried to slow down my jolting heart. It wasn’t unusual for me to suddenly return to my body once I’d fed. But this… This time it had been almost violent.

I threw back the covers and swung my bare legs to the floor, letting the cold hardwood hit my feet, grounding me. I had been on the mortal plane for generations, but I’m not human. Not completely anyway. I survive by feeding off others. Yeah, I know, it sounds parasitic. Which I guess is accurate.

I moved from the bed and crossed the room to the pack of cigarettes lying on the desk. Nasty habit, smoking — one I didn’t need or particularly like. Since it couldn’t kill me, I used it to bring me back to full awareness after I returned from my astral travels. The scent of sulfur almost overpowered the smell of lit tobacco, and I inhaled the menthol deep into my lungs. Sitting on the edge of the dresser, I took a few more drags of the cigarette before I reached over to turn on the lamp.

Even though I didn’t need the light to see, it showed that my red nail polish was starting to chip. Bollocks. I shrugged and took another inhale of the acrid smoke and held it in while I tried to remember every moment of this last feeding. But my thoughts always strayed back to my first memories of him.

It had been close to a year since I walked through a portal and spied the gorgeous man standing outside a large house. I’ve been around a long time, and I’ve seen many good-looking humans, but something about him drew me. The connection was instant, and I flew toward him, unable to stop the need in my soul to touch him.

Though he wore a suit, I could see the outline of his muscular form. His hair wasn’t red or brown, but a perfect mixture of the two. His full beard and intense caramel eyes begged me to touch him. And I wanted to. I was pure energy at that point, but once I brushed him, there was a rush through my soul like touching a live wire. I threw back my head and let myself feel his innermost needs. They filed against every jagged edge of my cursed being, smoothing me out and filling parts of me that were missing.