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Entangled (Entangled 4)

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Genre(s): Romance, Guilty Pleasures, BDSM
Theme(s): New Adult

 

Can Sienna learn to navigate the world of pleasure in pain as photographer Hunter Shaw’s submissive?

The Contract: Sienna, a copywriter at a New York advertising agency, faces her most difficult project when she’s assigned to oversee a video shoot run by talented photographer Hunter Shaw. A spark of attraction leads Sienna into unfamiliar territory when Hunter propositions her to become his submissive.

The Bond: Under Hunter’s guidance Sienna explores the limits of her body through their electric chemistry. However, the true nature of their relationship remains a secret, forcing Sienna to hide a piece of herself from her friends and colleagues. Can their love withstand any test, or will the pain caused this time be too great?

The Chase: Sienna tried her best to walked away from the world of BDSM, but Hunter Shaw is not a man to give up easily. Will Sienna break free from the remaining ties that bind them, or will she give in to a side of herself she can no longer deny?

Publisher’s Note: Entangled (Box Set) contains the previously published novellas The Contract, The Bond, and The Chase.

 

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“What have you been told about Shaw Productions?”

I thought over what I knew. “I know that we’ve engaged them on numerous projects, that they’re award winning, and that they have a knack for producing exceptional work.

“And what do you know about Hunter Shaw?”

“Only that he runs Shaw Productions and he’s known for being very talented.”

“He’s also known for being difficult,” Vivienne added. “Sienna, you need to be aware that he is notorious for wanting absolute control on his set. We’ve tried to send a member of our team in the past and he’s disregarded them completely. He intimidates people. This shoot will be a challenge, but it’s a big opportunity for you. The concept was your vision. Here is your chance to see it through.”

I held my head high despite the bundle of nerves now coiling in my stomach. I hadn’t expected to be put into that type of challenging situation by myself. “I understand. I can do this,” I said as confidently as I could manage.

“Good luck today, Sienna. Call me if anything goes wrong.”

I stood and left Vivienne’s office, feeling doubt creep into my subconscious. I was not being sent based on my abilities, it was because no one else wanted to go. I had heard rumors about temperamental directors shouting at junior staff or treating them like they weren’t worth their time. Would that be my fate today?

I pulled in a deep breath as I left the office and got into a cab, ready to review my notes on the way over. I had been hired at Impact Marketing straight out of college top of my class five months ago, and had worked too hard and spent too many late nights to lose momentum now. I wouldn’t let rumors about a difficult director throw me off-track.

I arrived fifteen minutes early and walked into the building. Inside the studio people milled around a coffee machine while the final touch ups were being made to the sets. The space was bigger than I had imagined and there were more people than I expected. I needed to speak with Hunter to introduce myself and make sure we were on schedule. I saw an older man holding a camera, pointing at the set and giving instructions. I gripped my clipboard and walked towards him extending my hand. “Hi, my name is Sienna Rowe. I’m with the marketing team at Impact. Are you Hunter?”

I heard a voice behind my back. “No, he’s my assistant, Jacob. Who are you and what are you doing on my set?”

I turned around and was surprised by the man that stood in front of me. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties, much younger than I expected the owner of a production company to be. He was also distractingly attractive with a powerful presence. He towered over me, his dark hair slightly messy against his forehead. He was wearing a light grey dress shirt. The color complemented his pale blue eyes. He took another step towards me and raised an eyebrow expectantly. I blushed when I realized I was staring at him while he waited for me to speak.

“I’m Sienna, um, with the marketing team? I’m here to oversee the shoot.”

“Nice to meet you, Sienna, but as I told your boss, I don’t need anyone to oversee my shoot. I’ll have the first cut to you later this week.”

Hunter walked past me, the matter clearly settled in his mind. Dumbfounded, I spoke to his retreating back. “But this was my concept and I want to see it through.”

Pivoting smoothly on his heels, Hunter turned and caught me in his gaze. I gasped and took a step back.

“I have your notes, I have your shot list. I have everything useful that I need from you and I’m prepared to do my job. The job that your company has enlisted my services to do. Do you not trust me to do my job?”

The room had fallen as silent as a tomb, everyone watched us. I hated that he was speaking to me in such a condescending tone, that he was dismissing me when I needed to be there. My career and reputation were on the line. “I’ve never worked with you before, Hunter,” I offered as an explanation, feeling small.

“But you’ve heard of Shaw Productions? This is my company. I’m Hunter Shaw, and if you know anything about my reputation you’ll know that I produce only the best work.”

I pressed my hands to my side to stop them from shaking. I couldn’t go back to the office. This was my chance to prove myself. “I don’t doubt that, Hunter, but like I said, I’ve never worked with you before. So if you don’t mind, I’m going to stay and oversee the shoot.”

“And if I do mind?”

People were whispering in the corner. I met his gaze and spoke clearly so that everyone could hear me. “Then I’m staying anyway.”

 

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Pyk never thought he’d find his destiny deep within the shadows of the dark forest.

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Pyk never thought he’d find his destiny deep within the shadows of the dark forest.

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Pyk doesn’t fit in with the light Fae, no matter how hard he tries to conform to the ways of his people. He craves things, dark things, that no light Fae should ever think about, much less desire. At four hundred years old, he thinks he should have things figured out by now, not still be feel like he doesn’t belong. Until the day the dark forest calls to him…

Prince Llewellyn was banished from his home long ago, his deformities too much for even the dark Fae to handle. Nearly forgotten, he’s lived in isolation for five thousand years. Stories of the monstrous Fae prince have become fodder for nightmares to scare Fae children into obedience. But Llewellyn lives, and he’s lonely. When a light Fae comes to him, Llewellyn demands that Pyk bow and submit. He only means to keep Pyk long enough to ease the ache of being alone — he doesn’t count on falling in love.

When others want to destroy Pyk and use him to start a war with the light Fae, Llewellyn knows he must do everything he can to protect his mate, even if it means going home. Now that he’s found the perfect Fae to give in to his dark desires, he’s not letting him go.

WARNING: contains bondage, spanking, sex toys, anal sex, and a bit of darkness. If you don’t like over the top hot scenes between two sexy fae males that may melt your e-reader, then this book isn’t for you.

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Magick swirled through the air as spells were thrown with arcs of color and light. Pyk scowled at the juvenile behavior as a puff of pink smacked him across the face, the magick settling over his skin leaving tingles in its wake. He shook it off before trudging across the field. Magick pelted him, making his temper spike with every spell. It was wasteful, and was going to draw the wrong kind of attention to their small gathering.

A breeze teased the tall grass and made the leaves rustle. His gaze was drawn to the dark forest, a place where monsters and evil lived. Even the bravest of souls who entered were never seen again. It was said that a beast lived in the forest. Eyes black as pitch, horns the color of brimstone, and a soul that was badly damaged. Young light fae were told to never enter the forest or the monster would eat them, bones and all.

Pyk was too old for such stories, but there was something sinister about the dark forest. Whispers reached his ears, a calling that was hard to ignore, as the voices beckoned him closer. He’d taken three steps toward the forest before he jolted back to awareness. Unease skittered down his spine, a feeling of dread overcoming him, as if he were being watched. Nothing moved from within the forest, and no animals made a sound. It was said that any creature who survived the dark forest became twisted and evil, like the monster who ruled over the territory that lay in shadows and mist.

A glance over his shoulder let him know that no one else was wary of being so close to so much danger. They laughed and played, acting as if they were ten and not two hundred. Part of him envied them. It had been so long since he’d felt carefree. When was the last time he’d played or had fun of any kind? They joked and called him an old man, but Pyk wondered if maybe he had aged before his time. He was only four hundred, still quite young, but being different from the others had given him more of a cynical view of the world. He knew if any of the light fae knew what he really desired, they would shun him.

The whispering grew stronger, drawing his attention back to the forest. Tendrils of black smoke danced and reached for him, pulling him closer. His heart thudded in his chest and his mind screamed for him to back away, and yet his feet carried him closer. The sounds of the laughing fae behind him dimmed as the whispers grew more insistent. The forest was closer than ever before, the darkness luring him in. A scent teased his nose, something rank and rancid. The stench of rotting flesh made him gag and he stumbled back a step.

A black, clawed hand reached from the darkness, wrapped around his wrist, and jerked him into the forest. Pyk stumbled and fell to his knees, the decaying leaves of the forest crumbling under his weight. His gaze lifted, following a pair of black leather boots, pants that molded to strong thighs and an impressive bulge, and a shirt as dark as the endless night sky. Despite the fear he felt, his cock responded to the pure strength in the male standing over him. Looking further up, all he saw was darkness where a face should have been, and the glow of red eyes. Horns curled toward the canopy, tipped with a silver metal.

He should run. Scream. Do something to get away, but there was a pull he couldn’t ignore. His cock throbbed in his pants, and he wondered what sort of spell the creature had cast over him. Other than the horns, claws, and strange face, he had the body of a fae. Stronger than most, broader perhaps. Beautiful. Pyk stared at the expanse of the creature’s chest and he wondered what it looked like under all the black clothing.

The claw-tipped fingers tightened on Pyk’s wrist and the creature began dragging him through the dark forest. Pyk stumbled to his feet and trailed after the figure, his magick sparking then fizzling at his fingertips. Fear pulsed through him combating his growing lust, and he reached down deep, trying to pull from the well of his magick to no avail. Either his fear was too great, or the creature held some sort of power over him.

Darkness closed in around them as twigs and leaves crunched under their feet. The air grew colder, and there was silence around them, as if even the twisted creatures who lived in the forest were afraid of whoever was holding him captive. As much as Pyk wished he was back in the field, he still felt that pull he couldn’t ignore. A mixture of curiosity and desire spiraled through him as he tried to study the figure hauling him through the forest.

A clearing came into view, and with it, a tall castle. Pyk would have frozen in place had the dark figure not been dragging him along. The gray stone structure reached toward the sky, shadows clinging to it, and vines climbing the sides. The massive doors opened as they approached, as if welcoming their master home, and Pyk wondered if his life was about to end. Being led to the evil being’s lair couldn’t be a good thing.

The stones under his feet absorbed the sounds of his boots as he crossed the threshold. As they trudged further into the castle, the doors behind them swung shut, just as soundlessly as they had opened. It was an eerie feeling, and Pyk couldn’t shake the sensation of his skin crawling. Magick swirled through the air, dark and heavy, its hands twisting and reaching for him. The mysterious creature led him further into the castle, the halls seeming to bend and move on their own. Another set of doors opened as they approached, and the creature dragged him further inside, climbing steps to a dais.

Pyk was released and nearly fell face-first onto the floor. He landed on his knees, and waited for his fate. The figure sprawled across a wooden throne, and with a wave of a clawed hand, light illuminated the room they had entered. As the warm glow bathed the creature, the shadows of his face cleared and Pyk was struck dumb by the most handsome fae he’d ever seen. The red eyes changed to a silvery gray, and as more of the creature’s cloaking spell cleared, Pyk realized he was looking at a dark fae.

Long, black hair cascaded over the fae’s shoulders, and slightly pointed ears peeked through the strands. The horns remained, and Pyk realized they weren’t part of the illusion. The fae’s hands really were tipped with claws, even though his fingers looked normal otherwise. Pyk had never heard of a fae surviving in the dark forest, and now instead of being afraid, he was intrigued. His gaze scanned the figure, and he bit his lip at the bulge that still pushed against the male’s pants. It seemed the desire he’d felt wasn’t one-sided.

“Who are you?” Pyk asked.

“Prince Llewellyn.”

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With an overactive imagination and a penchant for making up stories, was it any wonder Dulce Dennison decided to be an author? From cowboys to shapeshifters, she has a story for them all, but her passion lies in writing m/m romances. Dulce believes in love in all shapes and sizes, and that everyone deserves a happily-ever-after.

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Don’t Give In

Darkest Desires #2

by Lynn Burke

Publisher: Changeling Press

 

*Warning: Bondage, Spanking

Nothing like being thrown into a stranger’s arms on the subway to make a woman realize what she’s been missing. The dominance in the hunk’s eyes reminds Stacey Lauren of her secret, dark desire to be bound. Used. The lifestyle she dreamed of before finding a safe existence. One she refuses her impulsiveness to give in to.

Stacey’s submissive nature and large, doe-like eyes makes Devon Smith hunger to tie her up. Have her at his mercy, begging for release. She’s everything he’s ever wanted, and even though she’s all but engaged, nothing will stop him from taking her.

Will Stacey have the courage to surrender herself to Devon, or will her aspiration for a guarded life keep them from the one thing they both long for?

 

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I never met a man whose presence alone made me lose all train of thought. Mute. Total brain shut down because of raging hormonal takeover.

He looked like a young Jude Law with those lips, that jaw, and mischievous green eyes…

Someone jostled me from behind as the subway train jerked into motion again, pressing me even tighter against the hotness who’d stolen my tongue. I stared up — at least a foot — at his gorgeous face. A model’s face. Absolute perfection. His lips quirked.

Oh God…

Forget a panty-melting smile. We’re talking lethal, instantly burst into flames, incinerating crooked smirk.

“Hey.” His low, sexy voice with just a hint of southern twang quivered through my belly.

I nearly swooned and locked my knees to keep upright. My arms in front of me, cell phone in hand, pressed against his rock-hard pecs encased in a gray-green Henley.

Still smiling, his eyes twinkling with an “I know what I do to you” knowing glint, he plucked my phone from my fingers.

I didn’t have a screen lock.

He swiped and tapped while I stared at his mouth, the din of voices and rush of the metal on metal train a din in my ears. He licked his lower lip. Sucked that plump temptation between his teeth.

Good God Almighty.

He pulled a ringing cell from his back pocket, smirked at me again, swiped, and tucked it back while sliding mine once more between my fingers that still rested on his chest.

“Charles Center Station,” a voice squawked over the train’s speaker.

The car jerked again, and his palms burned through my scrubs at my waist as he steadied me. One squeeze on my left hip bone, and the sexy mystery man moved off with the crowd exiting the swished-open doors.

For the first time in five years, I’d gotten on a different car of the Metro. Not the first one in line like always. No. I’d been late because of fighting with Kyle and hopped through the closest open train door.

I craned my neck to watch the mystery man through the hazy window. He disappeared into the throng of the early morning madness of people vying for the escalator to take them up into Baltimore. A step took me closer to the window.

Our gazes collided as he glided upward, and awareness of my need swept through me. Desire like I’d never known.

He disappeared from sight.

The breath fled from my lungs, and I deflated. Holy shit…

I glanced down at my phone, double tapped with a shaking finger, and swiped to bring the screen up.

Devon Smith.

He’d added his contact info. He’d also called his phone from mine so he’d have my number.

I shouldn’t have been giddy, dumbstruck like a teenage girl. I was practically engaged for Christ’s sake, to a man as vanilla as the bean. As boring and safe as I could find. Kyle had left our townhouse in Owings Mills that morning at the same time I had. Travel mugs of coffee in our hands, a peck on the cheek in an attempt at normalcy after our fight, going different directions for most of the day.

Devon…

I glanced at his name on my cell’s screen again and groaned.

“Next stop… Johns Hopkins Hospital,” the squawker sounded again.

And a long ass day sucking dark red blood into vials. Shaking my head, I drew a deep breath trying to fortify myself and bring my wayward hormones back in line with the calm existence I’d chosen to keep myself out of trouble. My college years hadn’t gone so well, partying with my bestie, underage drinking. Typical “finding yourself” youngster stuff, but my choices had caused serious damage.

I stepped off the train and paused as people pushed past me. Jaw clenched, trying to rein in my mind, I shot off a text to my long-time, live-in boyfriend.

Sorry about this morning. Looking forward to tonight’s party.

A little heart-eyed emoji accompanied my words because it would help soothe things over — not because of any lovey-dovey bubbles in my belly — and I turned my thoughts on the sequined, blue dress I’d gotten for his company’s dinner that night. A twenty-five year celebration of their existence — and an excuse to get dolled up, something Kyle and I never did. Then again, we never did anything out of the norm.

I’d grown antsy the previous couple of months, especially since Kyle dealt with major stress at work and oftentimes got short with me for no reason whatsoever, just like what had happened that morning.

But we’d been together for so long. We’d settled into a comfortable relationship, one that wasn’t all passion and rainbows, but hey… at least we had each other.

I forced a smile onto my face and pushed into the office. Chatting with co-workers and patients who needed to have blood drawn and sent to the lab needed to be my focus. A ho-hum job, one I didn’t mind, one that paid my half of the bills.

Telling myself that Devon Smith had simply been a blip on my life’s radar sounded like a lie to my own inner ear.

© Lynn Burke 2018

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Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

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Nothing like being thrown into a stranger’s arms on the subway to make a woman realize what she’s been missing. The dominance in the hunk’s eyes reminds Stacey Lauren of her secret, dark desire to be bound. Used. The lifestyle she dreamed of before finding a safe existence. One she refuses to give in to.

Stacey’s submissive nature and large, doe-like eyes makes Devon Smith hunger to tie her up. Have her at his mercy, begging for release. She’s everything he’s ever wanted, and even though she’s all but engaged, nothing will stop him from taking her.

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Alpha wolf Torren lost his mate a year ago. They weren’t fated mates, but he’d tried to give her a good life and thought she was happy. The day he found her mangled body, everything changed. Now he lives for his pack, keeping busy to forget the nightmares that plague him. When Torren wakes to discover a human has been brought onto pack lands, he doesn’t know what the hell his Omega was thinking, but the last thing they need is trouble.

Olivia Grant has never been accepted by the townspeople where she lives. Her parents are sorry excuses for human beings. The day she’s attacked and left for dead, her friend, Omega wolf Jaxon, takes her back to his home. She’s one breath away from dying, and only the Alpha’s bite can save her, but at what price?

Bonded together, Olivia and Torren discover a passion neither has experienced before. They’d thought they had found their happily-ever-after, but someone from the past is lurking in the shadows, and they aren’t happy the Alpha has a new mate.

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“She’s dying,” he told Jaxon.

The Omega whined and tears gathered in the younger wolf’s eyes. It was obvious that Jaxon was close to her, maybe closer than Torren had thought at first. His beast didn’t like the idea at all, and he had to fight back another growl.

“How do you know her?” Torren asked. “Have you ever…”

Jaxon shook his head. “We were never intimate, but she was my friend. She refused to come stay with me, saying it wouldn’t be fair. I gave her what I could, but her circumstances… She needed a miracle.”

“She’s not your mate?” Torren asked.

“No,” Jaxon said, his voice breaking. “There has to be something… What if she’s the mate to someone else in the pack? It’s possible, right? They could bite her, and she’d heal. She doesn’t have to die, right? Or what about a witch? Maybe a witch could heal her?”

“Jaxon.”

“Please,” the Omega begged. “You have to save her.”

Torren focused on the young woman again, leaning a little closer. He breathed her in, trying to get through the scent of death and blood, looking for the subtler scent that would be uniquely hers, the one he’d smelled earlier. He found it, barely, but it was there. The closer to death she got, the fainter that smell became. His vision shifted as his wolf came closer to the surface, his beast distraught over the broken woman. The wolf inside of him whined and whimpered, pawing at him and urging him to do something.

His wolf had never shown any interest in a female before and it baffled Torren. Not even when he’d been mated to Gwen had his wolf cared one way or another about the female in his life. Why did the beast react to this small human? His fangs lengthened, making Torren jolt. Fur sprouted along the backs of his hands and he felt his muscles swell, nearly bursting the seams of his shirt and jeans.

His Omega moved closer, his gaze locking on Torren’s extended fangs. Excitement flared in the other wolf’s eyes.

“Bite her, Alpha,” Jaxon said. “You can save her. And maybe she’ll save you too.”

He focused on the other wolf and saw hope blazing in Jaxon’s eyes. Was it possible? Was Olivia his mate? His fated mate? Yes, he’d claimed Gwen, but it had been an arranged mating. They’d never actually bitten one another, but had a mating in name. They’d been intimate on occasion, but there had never been any true passion between them. When she’d gone into heat, she’d practically begged him for relief, and he’d granted it. But not once had they ever touched one another out of more than obligation. At the age of thirty, he’d assumed he’d never find the one female meant to be his, the one who called to his wolf, so he’d settled when the opportunity presented itself. It seemed impossible that after all this time, he’d found his mate. And she was dying.

Torren leaned over Olivia, lapped at the blood along her shoulder, and growled as her taste exploded on his tongue. His vision sharpened and his pulse quickened. Mate. His beast became excited, nearly spinning in circles in Torren’s mind, like an overenthusiastic pup. If he’d had any doubts, he didn’t now. Without any hesitation, he bit, his fangs digging deep until they hit bone. His saliva entered her body, mixing with her blood. Torren growled again and released her. He licked his lips as he sat back and looked down at the woman who now belonged to him. For however long she’d live.

It was too soon to tell if she’d survive both her beating and his bite. Torren realized he may have claimed yet another female destined to die, but he hoped the fates wouldn’t be that cruel. All he could do was wait and see if she began to heal. His enzymes would bond with her cells, and her body would have slight alterations from his claiming, as well as rapid healing. But only if she lived through it. It wasn’t often his kind claimed a human, and he’d heard tales of the females not surviving the bite. He could only hope that Olivia was a fighter.

“Take your mate home, Alpha,” Jaxon said softly. “She should be in your bed when she wakes.”

“If she wakes,” Torren muttered.

“She will,” Jaxon said. “She has to.”

 

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About the Author:

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.

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