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Please keep in mind these span multiple romance genres.
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A gay historian inherits a house haunted by a sexy ghost who’s a lot more alive than he expects.
Born for You by M.D. Stewart
In space no one can hear you scream. In the Badlands you can scream all you want – no one gives a damn.
Badlandsby Marteeka Karland and Shara Azod
Dan finds new love in a sexy bartender, but how will Brad, his partner, feel about sharing?
Broken Trust by Gale Stanley
One taste of her sweet surrender left him wanting more, but surrendering wasn’t part of her plan.
Yes, Sir by Paige Warren
Once Lance has a taste of Gwen’s passion, he knows he’s never going to let her go.
Grease Monkeyby Harley Wylde
The storm of the century dropped her in the arms of a stranger – Now she can’t get him out of her mind….
A Kiss in the Dark (Duet) by Shelby Morgen
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Exiled long ago, the Alpha wolf Matthias has come home at last to claim his Omega mate Bree.
Lost and Found by Willa Okati
Only one thing stands between Riona and revenge — she’s falling in love — with the enemy.
Wild Geese by Shelby Morgen
Can love eternal exist for those who are dead but not gone? It takes a brave zombie to find out.
Drop Dead Sexy by Kiernan Kelly
Love comes in all forms, even for unscrupulous humans and the lethal paranormals who hunt them…
Bad Boys Club by M.A. Church
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Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Two months after librarian John Smith returns home to England, he contacts his lover, violin playing outdoorsman Earl Eli Rossi, regarding sightings of a giant wildcat in a rural village. He asks if the native Mainer is up for another paranormal hunt.
Earl Eli doesn’t hesitate to hop on a plane to England. After a passionate reunion, the men are off to the wild again. Like Bigfoot, the giant cat might be fact or fiction. The investigation is the perfect way for John and Earl Eli to further explore the romance that began in the woods of Maine — providing they survive an encounter with the mysterious feline.
Publisher’s Note: You don’t have to read Saloni’s “Knock on Wood” (Love in the Wild 1) before you read On The Prowl, but you won’t want to miss the first adventures of John and Earl Eli.
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2016 Saloni Quinby
John Smith was usually quite interested in everything going on around him, but despite the variety of people in the arrivals area of the airport, he was too eager to pay much attention to them. He focused completely on the idea that in just a short time he would be reunited with his American lover, Earl Eli.
It had been nearly two months since they’d last seen each other, but to John it seemed like forever. They spoke daily on video calls and texted each other frequently, but it wasn’t enough. John wanted to feel Earl Eli’s body pressed close to his, he wanted to hear his voice in his ear and wake up beside him in the morning. He wanted all that, but he didn’t want to seem overly possessive or obsessed.
That was why, when John learned that a mysterious giant cat was allegedly prowling his friend Martin’s village, he decided it was a perfect excuse to hopefully tempt Earl Eli to visit England. They had already gone Bigfoot hunting in Maine. Now that they had dabbled in crypto zoology, John had hoped Earl Eli would be interested in exploring another legendary creature.
Earl Eli had leapt at the chance and John hoped his enthusiasm had been more about rekindling their relationship than searching for the cat monster.
John stood and paced the waiting area. His heart pounded whenever he thought about seeing Earl Eli again. By now John knew he’d fallen in love with the rugged Mainer, but he wasn’t quite sure that Earl Eli felt the same. Despite their frequent conversations, Earl Eli wasn’t always much of a talker. John loved to talk and Earl Eli didn’t mind listening. Unfortunately that meant that more often than not, John delved into his feelings and desires while Earl Eli’s were still very much a mystery.
At least Earl Eli had told his parents that he and John were dating. Earl Eli’s parents were rather nosy, but quite likeable. They cared about their son and weren’t afraid to let him know it. In a way, John envied their closeness.
He recalled his parents’ reactions when he’d mentioned Earl Eli and said he would be coming to visit.
“Mum, I think you should know that I’ve met someone and I rather hope it might get serious,” John had told his mother when he’d stopped by her London office about a week ago. She was a busy architect and involved in an important project. Though she had intended to join him for lunch at a cafe so they could talk, she ended up asking him to pick up takeaway and bring it to her office.
“That’s nice, darling,” she said absently, her gaze fixed on her work.
“His name is Earl Eli Rossi. He’s the trail guide I told you about from the States.”
“Lovely. Just lovely. Don’t you think this design is nearly perfect?”
John sighed and glanced over his mother’s shoulder at her work. “Yes, mum. It’s brilliant.”
“Thank you, dear.” She turned to him and patted his arm. “Now what were you saying about going on a trail in the States?”
John raised his eyes to heaven. She’d been this way for as long as John could remember, which was why, as a child, he preferred to spend school holidays with his grandfather. He almost wished granddad was still alive, even though John wasn’t sure how the old gent would react to learning that his grandson was gay.
“No, Mum, I said the guide I met in Maine is my boyfriend. I think.”
“You think? Oh dear, John, I should think if he’s your boyfriend you should know. Anyway, as long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters.”
Mum was all about living life to its fullest. Truly, she didn’t care if he dated men or women, and he supposed that was rather a good thing.
His father, on the other hand, listened far more intently when John told him about Earl Eli over dinner one night on a rare occasion when the physicist wasn’t working late.
“You say the man is coming here to visit?” John’s dad had said.
“Yes. We’re going to Martin’s village.”
“And you plan to introduce him as your… significant other?”
“Martin already knows.”
“But does everyone else? I mean, think about this carefully, John. I understand about free thinking and all that, but remember, if you come out and say you and this Rossi fellow are together, people will talk.”
John bristled. He loved his dad, but the man could be a pompous ass. He’d already made it clear that he wasn’t exactly thrilled with John’s decision to become a librarian instead of pursuing a job in the sciences, as his father had hoped.
“So let them talk,” John said.
“You’re really willing to put so much faith in a long distance relationship? Truly, son, what do you think will come of it?”
“I have no idea, but there’s only one way to find out.”
His father stared at him with piercing blue eyes, as if he was studying one of his experiments.
“If you’re still in the discovery stages of the relationship, maybe you should keep it private, until you’re sure. And don’t think I’m saying this because you’re two men. I’d give the same advice if he were a woman.”
Of course, Dad, John thought, and I believe you, too.
John’s thoughts about the conversations with his parents vanished as Earl Eli appeared, striding toward him wearing his brown outback hat, a blue shirt open at his throat and snug jeans that hugged the length of his muscular legs. Worn hiking boots covered his feet. His backpack was slung over his shoulder and he carried a violin case.
Upon seeing John, his intent expression softened and he grinned.
“Hey,” Earl Eli said with a wave.
“Earl Eli. It’s so good to see you.” John pulled him into a firm embrace.
Earl Eli returned it, hugging John so hard it almost hurt, but at the same time it felt wonderful. His lover was as hard, warm and smelled as good as John remembered. Since leaving Maine, John had dreamed about hugging and kissing Earl Eli again. The hugging was fantastic and he could hardly wait to get Earl Eli back to his flat so they could enjoy kissing and more.
“Hell, I missed you,” Earl Eli said, squeezing John a bit tighter, but only for a moment.
They stepped slightly apart and stared at each other. Earl Eli’s blue eyes glistened with all the excitement John felt.
“Well you’re a sight for sore eyes,” Earl Eli admitted.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” John said, chuckling softly.
“Now that I am, can we get out of this airport? I’m sick of traveling already and I’m starved.”
John grinned and clapped him on the back. “My flat isn’t too far. I’ve got a cab waiting and when we get home, we can order takeaway.”
“Home.” Earl Eli held his gaze in a way that made John’s pulse quicken. “I like the sound of that.”
Saloni Quinby (Also writing as (Kate Hill)
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.
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Dante’s World… a place where vampires live, thrive, and do as they please. “As they please” often includes drinking from willing humans in defiance of the law, selling their services as protection, and setting up brothels that cater to those with a taste for the bite.
Morgan is a true beauty and a Mistress among vampires who isn’t living up to her potential. Creed, a Master vampire, sees all that she can be, and determines to make her star shine. The trouble is, they own competing brothels, one of mortals and one of vampiresses, and they’re locked in a fierce competition.
To settle their dispute, Creed challenges Morgan to a tri-fold battle: feeding, fighting, and… making love. Morgan, who denies her vampire nature, relishes the idea of going tooth and claw with Creed. Little does Morgan know that after their duel, things will never go back to the way they were…
Publisher’s Note: Second Edition — Morgan’s Creed was first released by Changeling Press in 2005. Morgan’s Creed is set in Dante’s World, but is not included in the Black Leather Night and Other Tales collection.
Copyright ©2013 Willa Okati
An Authorized Excerpt
The city looked like a warren. Built up from a few huts around the spaceport, it had grown into a vast maze of tall mansions, low dwellings, alleys, and shops. Easy to get lost in. Easy to lose yourself in. A dangerous place for a woman alone.
That was why Morgan was here. She couldn’t protect them all, but she could keep a few safe in her house. A low stone enclosure attached to a tall mansion, it had been abandoned when she moved in. She figured her house had been servants’ quarters, once. No matter. It suited her needs, and those of the women she protected. They each had a small den-like room of their own, with very few windows.
Important for her kind. Especially during the day.
Morgan smiled without humor as she looked down on the city. Dark hair, the color of a raven’s wing, soft and smooth, fell down into her eyes, across skin the color of milky mocha, luminous in the moonlight. Small and slender, she nestled into the window cranny with no problem, and could gaze down, drinking in her fill of the night.
Some of the things she saw made her furious. She didn’t use her fangs or her strength to defend any except those under her care, but truth to tell, the human brigands roaming the streets were the least of her women’s worries. Far worse were the vampire-kind, those who lurked in the alleys. They’d leave their victim half-drained to die or be rescued, uncaring which one. Sometimes they would take it all and make that helpless soul one of their own, another to hunt and stalk and kill.
Vampires were evil creatures.
She’d been there.
Absently, she felt at the two small puncture wounds on her neck. She’d heard a small rustle from a nearby cranny one night. Thinking only that it might be a small animal, trapped under rubbish, she’d gone to look, and —
Awakened the next night one of them. A vampire.
Abandoned, with no one to teach her, she could live as she chose, without having been indoctrinated into the vampire-kind’s ways. She drank blood from bags stolen from the hospital or bottles bought in the black market. She did not hunt, but protected, instead.
She’d begun gathering street-dwellers to her for protection, keeping them safe from the vampires and the human vultures who preyed on the weak. It made restitution, somehow, for being what she was. She knew she could never change back into what she had been, but she could keep others from falling prey to the same fate.
Always women; always the helpless. Women who used their bodies to eke out another day’s food and shelter. Her home had turned into a house for soiled doves, and the rooms into love nests, but she didn’t mind. With a vampire there, the men treated her girls well, and paid them what they should. The women passed on to her the pittance she asked for, only enough to serve her needs. If she stayed clear of men, and kept to herself, no one asked any questions.
It was a good life, altogether.
But if she sometimes longed for something… something insubstantial… as she gazed down on the city, no matter. Her women were friends as well as housemates. And she had —
A small noise issued from the cupboard where they kept food. A little rustling, but enough to perk up her sensitive ears. “Sascha,” she crooned, rolling off the counter and landing on all fours. “Sascha, what ails you?”
She crept forward, peering into the bottom of the pantry. A handsome calico cat lay on her side amid swaddlings of clean rags, with six puffballs of kittens, all colors, nursing at her plump nipples.
Sascha shifted again as Morgan came into sight, and opened her mouth in a silent “meow.”
“Are you hungry, love?” Morgan asked softly. “Feeding all those, you must be starved, yourself. Hold on, I’ll get you an early breakfast.”
Her women said she spoiled the cat, and, well, she probably did. All Sascha had to do was make the slightest of complaints, and Morgan would rush to her side to mend the wrong. But she’d always had a soft spot for small creatures, even when she was mortal. Now that she lived as a vampire, the cat was one of her great comforts. Before the kittens, she had always crept into Morgan’s sunless interior room during the day, to nap away the hours curled up on her feet or at her side.
Morgan missed that, now. But the cupboard was where Sascha had chosen to litter, and like Morgan, she was faithful to her little ones.
She felt in a small drawer for a tin of sliced meat. She spent most of her own small monies on things for the cat, especially luxuries like the canned food Sascha loved. She laughed at the loud caterwaul from the cupboard as she cracked the tin open. “Here you are, little one.”
Laughing, Morgan lay on her side to watch the mother and babies. She could afford the luxury. It was an hour until dawn, and the last of the clients had left some time ago. She could savor the warmth of the clay stove in the kitchen without fear of sunlight streaming in the window. Hunger gnawed at her, but it was bearable.
She was… dared she think it? Content.
Just as she thought that, a small snick caught her ears. She whirled around, staring narrowly through to the front door. Baring her fangs, she growled low in her throat. If it was a man, come to take advantage of a house of women…
The door opened fully, and Agnes staggered in under the weight of a full linen basket.
“Aggie!” Morgan exploded. “Where have you been?”
Agnes jumped and pressed a hand to her heart. “Morgan! I didn’t know you’d still be awake. It’s almost dawn.”
“Almost, but not quite.”
“You’re trying to distract me.” Morgan rose easily to her feet, stalking toward the woman. “I thought you were an intruder.”
“No! No one would dare come in here, with you around.” Agnes was a tall woman, with soft, corn-colored hair, and dreamy blue eyes. Eyes that were now spiked with wet lashes. She had tear-trails down her rosy cheeks. Still, she smiled and reached out a gentle hand. “You’re our protector.”
Morgan laid her hand across Agnes’ for a brief moment. “You didn’t answer my question. Where were you, at this time of night? What’s had you crying?”
Agnes ducked her head, as if to hide the tell-tale signs.
Morgan hung on, like a terrier with a rat. “You have been crying. What happened? Were you attacked?”
“No. I was careful. You’ve taught us too well to be caught by surprise. I couldn’t sleep, so I went to the laundress to pick up our fresh bedclothes. And I’m not crying, not really. It’s just… Creed. Creed and his women, down the block.”
“Creed?” Morgan blinked in surprise. “Who’s he?”
“You don’t know? Well, I suppose you wouldn’t. You hardly ever leave here…” Agnes busied herself with lifting the linen basket to a low countertop. From inside, she drew a fresh bed-sheet, so often washed that it was soft as fur, and began to fold it. “It’s nothing, Morgan, truly.”
Morgan narrowed her eyes. “I think you should tell me about this Creed, and his women. If he’s a threat to you, I’ll see to him.”
“Oh, no!” Agnes lifted a hand to her throat. “Don’t, Morgan. It’s just my own silliness. Never mind me.”
“I will mind you. Now tell me.”
“Creed is a… a vampire, too,” Agnes said reluctantly. “So are his women. Vampires, or those that crave the bite.”
Morgan growled softly in her throat. She’d heard of such deviants, women and men who savored the pain and the supposed orgasmic bliss of being punctured and drunk from. “Filth,” she spat. “And?”
“He runs his house like this one. The women are there as pleasure servants. He protects them. But they — Morgan, they’re so bold. Close to dawn as this, and they were hanging from the balconies of the mansion he’s taken over. Dressed in corsets and leather, cat-calling to the men below. Our own clients have dropped lately, and now I know why. They’ve been lured in by the vampire-kind.”
“Do they change them over?” Morgan’s hand shot out and tightened on Agnes’ wrist. “Tell me, do they make them into vampires?”
“I don’t know. Please, Morgan, you’re hurting me.”
Instantly, remorsefully, Morgan dropped the woman’s wrist. “Forgive me. But this Creed, he takes our business? His women, they flaunt themselves like that?”
Agnes looked down at her own leather vest, long skirt, and slippers. The skirt was filmy, showing her long legs through it, and her vest tight enough her breasts were thrust high and up. There could be no mistaking what she was, and her lovely face only added to her attraction. “They do,” she admitted. “They’re painted, Morgan. And when I walked by, one of them laughed at me. Called me a baby who should still be home tagging onto her Momma’s shirt-tails. They don’t know, Morgan.”
Morgan’s face tightened. Agnes had run away from a fat old man who’d already used up three wives in his effort to get a son and heir. Her family had been more than willing to sell her off for the right price, so she’d run. It had been luck that Morgan had found her after only a couple weeks living on the streets.
“No,” she said flatly, “they don’t know. Is this the first time this has happened?”
“If you’re trying not to make me angry, it’s too late,” Morgan said in a voice so angry that it whispered like silk. “You’ve been hiding this from me. Trying not to upset me? They’ve done this before, haven’t they? And not just to you. To the other women, as well. Am I right?”
Agnes nodded, her head dipped.
Willa Okati is made of many things: imagination, coffee, stray cat hairs, daydreams, more coffee, kitchen experimentation, a passion for winter weather, a little more coffee, and a lifelong love of storytelling. She is definitely one of the quiet ones you have to watch out for.
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Rrr, rrr, rrr. Not something you want to hear from your car after midnight on a cold night in December. Ethan Parks takes it in stride and decides to walk home. What could happen? Being followed by what appears to be a wolf? Being harassed by some punks in the local mini-mart? Being rescued by the hunk he’s had a crush on since high school? Oh yeah.
Crewe Jackson’s been waiting patiently to claim his mate. Nine years ago both he and Ethan were too young, but now they’re all grown up. It’s time to give his sweet little nerd some lessons in love.
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2006 Kate Steele
“No, don’t. Please, don’t,” Ethan begged. Ignoring his plea, the car died. “Son of a bitch. You lousy piece of…” He paused. Closing his eyes and scrunching up his face, he forced himself to shut up. “Okay, wait a minute. Deep breath. Let’s not lose our heads here, yeah? You know you’re my sweet little baby,” Ethan apologized, rubbing his cold hands over the steering wheel. His breath clouded the frigid air in front of him and fogged the windshield.
“I know you want to run for me, baby. Just come on, start like a good girl and it’s home to the garage. I’ll even turn the heat on for you,” Ethan promised. Closing his eyes he turned the key in the ignition. His only answer was rrr, rrr, rrr. “Damn it!”
Ethan resisted the urge to bang his head on the steering wheel. Instead, he leaned back and closed his eyes, waiting for his agitation to calm. When he could think straight, he quickly made a calculation in his head. It was about thirty blocks from home which meant an almost two mile walk. He shivered and considered calling a taxi but remembered he’d left his recharged cell phone on the kitchen counter. The walk to a payphone would take him quite a distance out of the way, not to mention he wasn’t sure how long he’d have to wait for them to get there.
Don’t be such a wimp, Ethan, you can do this. But why does it have to be so damn cold? Duh! It’s December. December in Indiana, and Christmas just around the corner. I suppose I’m lucky there isn’t a foot of snow on the ground.
With these and other thoughts prodding him, Ethan grabbed his laptop in its sturdy case from the passenger seat. Taking a quick, cautious look around the empty library parking lot, he got out, locked the car and started his walk. Having worked well past closing, Ethan had let himself out with his own key and reset the alarm system before heading for his car. Glancing at his watch before getting in the car, he’d been surprised to find it was nearly midnight.
The library was in the middle of town, the first part of his walk taking him through the small business district. He was grateful for the evenly spaced streetlights and the fact that he wouldn’t be walking home in total darkness. This late night walk had enough of an eerie quality to it without having to navigate in the dark.
At this time of night there was very little traffic moving up and down the road, especially after the Main Street renovation project. The street had been cunningly curved and now resembled the sinuous s-shape of a traveling snake. The idea was to give Main a sort of artful look. At various points along the way wide, built up, modified speed bumps kept the traffic from moving too fast. By keeping the speed limit down it was supposed to give those driving through a better look at the stores along the way and hopefully lure in more shoppers.
Whether it worked, Ethan couldn’t say for sure. It did seem to him that the two streets on either side of Main that ran parallel to it now appeared to have a lot more traffic on them. Looking left and right at every cross street, he saw more cars on those streets than he did on Main. Unconsciously, he shrugged. It was too bad really. He thought Main Street looked much nicer and there were some interesting stores there. He loved the bookstore and his favorite lunch café was right next door to it.
Huddling deeper into his coat he trudged on, his leather dress shoes creaking a little with the cold. Slowly, the business district gave way to suburban housing. At this point the next dozen or so blocks were mixed with houses, fast food places, a large chain-type drug store, a couple of car dealerships and a video store. Ethan was anticipating his arrival at the twenty-four hour mini-mart. His extremities were starting to go numb and his nose and ears were burning. He wanted to get in out of the cold and spend a few minutes with a cup of coffee or cocoa.
Cold as it was, it was still a beautiful night. The sky was clear and a full moon rode high above the increasingly large trees that lined the street. Ethan let his gaze linger on that beautiful orb until he tripped on a crack in the sidewalk.
Barely saving himself from a fall, he kept his eyes peeled for further hazards. The neighborhood he walked through was as familiar as the back of his hand. It was a nice place and while the homes were rather close to each other, they had individuality instead of being cookie-cutter images of each other. The further from town one got, the larger the houses became.
In the eighteen-hundreds, part of the street had been called Millionaire’s Row. The houses were large and stately. A couple of them had since been converted to bed and breakfast inns. One housed a firm of lawyers and a few of the others were combination home and office for several doctors, one dentist and a podiatrist. Many of the homes at one point had had Victorian railings and flourishes, but much of that had given way to a less flamboyant style.
Ethan’s home, which he shared with his two brothers, was just beyond Millionaire’s Row. Not as grand as those, it was still a stylish, old fashioned house built of oversized brick in shades of gray. The front had two long columns which supported a small second story balcony that was accessible from the upstairs hallway and two of the bedrooms. The house had been extensively remodeled on the inside which made it cozy and welcoming. There were three bedrooms upstairs, each with an adjoining bathroom. In addition to the living room, kitchen and utility room there had been a large dining room. Part of their renovations had been to turn the dining room into office space for himself and Nick.
Ethan brought his free hand up to his face, breathed on his fingers and thought about his brothers. Wouldn’t you know that Nick and Dustin are both out of town just when I need them? Typical.
Ethan shook his head and silently scolded himself. It really wasn’t their fault. After all, Dustin was at school and Nick was working. And he shouldn’t need his brothers to get him out of a jam. He wasn’t a kid anymore.
Kate’s love of books started from the moment she read those fateful words: run, Spot, run! It took her awhile to discover that she didn’t have to just read and imagine, but that she could also write stories and so here she is writing romance and loving it. Like chocolate – her ultimate favorite food, with pizza running a close second – writing became addictive. Whether it’s paranormal, contemporary or science fiction about werewolves, otherworldly creatures or the average Joe, she can’t get enough.
As for the everyday details, Kate lives in a turn of the century house located in the midst of Indiana farm country, and is kept company by family, along with demanding dogs, contrary cats and a pair of occasionally sweet, and definitely noisy, lovebirds. When not writing, she reads, is an enthusiastic grower of iris, and a fanatic fan of Japanese manga and anime.
Instead of an interview, I thought I’d play along with Wendi Zwaduk and do the weekly Wednesday blogging challenge this week. I’ll go ahead and do last week’s challenge, too.
January 9 Challenge: Books That Need A Prequel
I’d love to read a Marauders Years prequel to Harry Potter and a sequel during Haymitch’s years for The Hunger Games. After getting so blissfully lost in Laini Taylor’s Daughter of Smoke and Bone series, I’d love to read a prequel set in that universe.
Which books do you think need a prequel?
January 16 Challenge: What Would I Do With A Million Dollars
Fixing up my old house into my dream house would be at the top of my list! Something Gothic and full of plants would be wonderful. I’d probably do some traveling, buy my husband a new truck and donate a good chunk to the Ronald McDonald House, which is very close to my heart. How about you?
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