New Today at Changeling Press #NewRelease#DarkFantasy #Paranormal #Gay #bisexual #LGBT #BDSM @changelingpress @CarringtonEmily @AuthorDulce @AshlynnMonroe @marteekakarland @katehillromance @willaokati @MarieTreanor

Changeling Press has three new releases for you today! To read the full book description and an excerpt, please click the “Get it at Changeling Press” link for each book. Be sure to check out each author’s Changeling Press page for other releases!

His Touch (Dark Magick 1)

 

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

Genres/Themes: Dark Fantasy, Gay, Elves, BDSM
Cover Artist: Angela Knight

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A Pack of His Own (Duet) Vol. 1 (A Pack of His Own 1)

 

A psychic vampire, werewolves, and war with TruWolves terrorists – how can they find time for love?…

Genres/Themes: Dark Fantasy, Gay, Elves, Vampires, Werewolves, Interracial, Shapeshifters
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

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Jack-O-Lanterns (Jack-O-Lanterns Multi-Author 14)

 

Halloween nightmares & flying broomsticks… It’s All Hallows’ Eve and you can’t stop the party!

Genres/Themes: Action Adventure, BDSM, Dark Fantasy, Paranormal, Bisexual and More, Multiple Partners, Holiday Themes, Magic, Shapeshifters, Werewolves
Cover Artist: Renee George

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Also available in paperback

 

 

The Seductress by Treva Harte #Historical #Mystery #Romance#NewRelease @changelingpress

Idea Behind the Book

The Seductress is the third in my Regency mystery romance series.  I’d written one mystery in my life before that and no Regency stories. So of course I had to go ahead.

I started off thinking about how women were treated in the past and how they managed in a world where they had very limited rights —and that I wanted to do a different kind of Regency that was still historically correct.  By the time I finished The Seductress, I knew my small corner of Regency England reasonably well (not that I don’t have to look up titles and who is called what and when EVERY time I start a story or I’m in trouble.)

Emily isn’t like her sensible, previously widowed and independent cousin in the previous stories, the one who helped solve murders.  But I don’t like idiotic heroines so I had to try to make a younger, romantic girl who makes mistakes not an idiot.  She tries to be sensible when she decides to marry the titled gentleman her Mama desires for her daughter.  It’s the only way she’ll have any security in her world. And she has to be smart when the Earl she’s just accepted in marriage is found dead.   Meanwhile there’s the previously untitled, penniless hero who is under suspicion when he becomes the new Earl…

—Treva Harte

 

The Seductress

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About the book:

Miss Emily Whitethorn once vowed to marry only for love, but when she finally accepts the reality that she must follow her mother’s demands and marry a titled gentleman, her plans turn to seduction. The first person on her list of eligible bachelors is Lord Northenly, the Earl who proposed to her years ago.

If only his younger and untitled half-brother Kit were less distracting, and the Earl more alluring! But everything changes when both brothers propose, only to have Lord Northenly die suddenly — after showing Emily, in a most frightening way, that she could never marry him.

Of course the current Lord Northenly’s death makes Kit both a suspect and the next Lord Northenly — and leaves Emily a suspect, as well. There’s only one solution to their immediate problem. But will a hasty marriage save them both, or prove to be their undoing?

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Pyk has never fit in with the light fae, no matter how hard he’s tried to conform to the ways of his people. He craves things, dark things, that no light fae should ever even think about, much less desire. At four hundred years old, he should have figured things out, not felt conflicted and like he didn’t belong. Until the day the dark forest calls to him… Lured into the shadows, Pyk never thought he’d find his destiny in the forbidden territory, the place all light fae feared.

Prince Llewellyn was banished from his home long ago, his deformities too much for even the dark fae to handle. He’s lived in isolation for around five thousand years, the stories of the monstrous fae prince nothing more than fodder for nightmares and to scare children into obedience. But Llewellyn lives, and he’s lonely. When a light fae comes to him, Llewellyn demands Pyk bow and submit. He’d only meant to keep him long enough to ease the ache of being alone. Llewellyn never counted on falling in love.

When others want Pyk, want to destroy him and use him to start a war with the light fae, Llewellyn knows he must do everything he can to protect the male he’s claimed as 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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Releasing October 19th at Changeling Press

Available October 26th at online retailers

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About Dulce:

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

Married since 2000 to a man she isn’t sure is quite human, her husband and children (which she fondly calls the demon spawn) keep her busy, but never too busy to write. Is there such a thing as too busy to write? Most mornings you can find Dulce set up with her laptop, a cat curled up next to her, and a steaming cup of coffee just an arm’s reach away.

Dulce loves to hear from her readers! You can find her on Amazon, her BlogFacebook or Twitter 

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New at Changeling Press #NewRelease #MCromance #Newadult @HarleyW_Writer #DarkFantasy #PNR #Gay @mychael_black #UrbanFantasy #Interracial @wolftales

Available today at Changeling Press, or you can pre-order at Amazon, B&N, iTunes, or Kobo for October 12th! Click the “buy at Changeling” link on the title of interest to read the full book description.

Jackal (Devil's Boneyard MC 1)

 

Genres/Themes: Contemporary. MC Romance, SilverFox (older hero), New Adult, 2nd Chance Romance

Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

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Jackal never wanted to be a dad, but knowing he has a two-year-old little girl changes everything.

 

 

Glamour (Fae-ry Tales 3)

 

Genres/Themes: Dark Fantasy, Paranormal, Gay, Magic, Elves Dragons and Magical Creatures

Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

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War is hell. Especially when you find yourself falling in love with the enemy.

 

 

 

Dragons and Dreams (Agency of Extraordinary Mates Multi-Author 21)

 

Genres/Themes: Action Adventure, BDSM, Box Set, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy, Gay, Interracial, Multiple Partners, Elves Dragons and Magical Creatures

Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

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Available in Paperback at Amazon

What do you get with islands, dragons, handcuffs and a few silk scarves? Love and a lot of hot sex!

 

 

 

 

 

New at Changeling Press #NewRelease #LGBT #RomanceBooks #romanticcomedy @changelingpress @willaokati ‏@AnneKane @mrsbookmark

It’s release day at Changeling Press! Check out the newest books from Echo Ishii, Anne Kane, and Willa Okati! Each of these titles is available now direct from the publisher and are available for pre-order at Amazon, B&N, iTunes, and Kobo for October 5th.

 

Raw Materials (Roosters 9)

 

Genres/Themes: Contemporary, Gay, Interracial

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When self-help guru Edward Vincent offers very personalized coaching, Graham finds he can’t resist….

 

 

 

 

One Hot Fairy Tale

 

Genres/Themes: Paranormal, Romantic Comedy, Elves Dragons and Magical Creatures

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When a sexy genie sets out to capture the tooth fairy, who knows what mayhem will ensue!

 

 

 

The Mighty Casey (Duet)

 

Genres/Themes: Contemporary, Romantic Comedy, Gay

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Nate takes his lover out to the ball game. Who knows what might happen when Casey’s up at bat?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Raw Materials by Echo Ishii #Cocky #Alpha #GayRomance #LGBT #interracial @changelingpress @mrsbookmark

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Graham Warren is a vet, an adventurer, and man who dresses his own way and lives by his own rules. He’s suddenly inherited his own company, and attends a RAW Materials conference to change his personal image, but nothing seems to be working.

Edward Vincent has looks, style, and attitude. He runs RAW, the private coaching and personal enhancement empire targeting wealthy corporate clients. Edward Vincent believes anyone can completely transform to someone entirely different. After all, he’s done it himself.

When Edward Vincent offers Graham Warren some very personalized coaching, he can’t resist. After all, he’s drawn to Edward Vincent and knows there must be secrets behind those cryptic glances and finely pressed suits.

Can both of these men leave personal motivation behind to find the motivation to love each other?

Available Sept. 28th from Changeling Press

https://www.changelingpress.com/raw-materials-roosters-9-b-2773

Pre-Order for October 5th

Amazon:
https://www.amazon.com/Raw-Materials-Roosters-Echo-Ishii-ebook/dp/B07HGG82XF

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Excerpt:

Edward took a deep breath. He straightened his back, he rolled his neck, did a little two-step like a boxer ready to enter the ring. He had this. He was in control.

Nortrice turned and gestured to him, stretching her arms out as if greeting royalty. Edward remembered. This was his kingdom. He was royalty in this room.

Edward Vincent strolled out on that stage with a wave and a smile. He glanced at the audience, repressed the urge to blow kisses, but kept up the smile. He reached Nortrice — one foot away to indicate intimacy and friendliness — gave her a handshake. No hugs. This was about professionalism. This was about polish. Nortrice was top notch at her job in making sure RAW got its message across.

Edward grabbed the microphone in one swooping movement. “Welcome,” he said.

The crowd went into defeating applause. Nortrice had worked her magic in getting the crowd pumped up.

“Refinement. Attitude. Wealth,” he said as the crowd repeated, “These are the raw materials of life,” Edward said feeling more confident with each passing second. More like himself.

He scanned the crowd. Nortrice had coached him not to speak to the whole crowd. Speak to one person. Find that one focus that you want to reach. Talk only to them, and the power and intimacy translates in your words.

Edward had the words. He needed the focus. The one.

He scanned the audience.

Eager faces. Pleasant smiles. Well-dressed, business-oriented with nice suits, power ties, power shirts. Good make-up and neat haircuts. At a $3,000 price tag for this conference, this was hardly a surprise. RAW taught that the best investment was an investment in yourself. And these were people who invested in themselves. They had bodies courtesy of personal trainers and faces courtesy of plastic surgeons.

Edward focused on one.

A man he’d seen around the conference, sitting toward the back at lectures, standing aloof at the mixers. He’d been here before. Edward had spotted him briefly at a gay bar in town last night. He was tall and broad-shouldered with a purposeful stance that screamed ex-military and probably not in the distant past, even if his brown hair was cut too long. A tattoo snaked out from the side of his neck. He was dressed in a throwaway suit that didn’t quite fit. And he wasn’t in his seat. He was leaning on the wall to the side, arms crossed.

The name came to him.

Graham Warren.

Edward fixed on him and at the very moment that man met his gaze. Their eyes were locked on to each other. Edward pushed the other people out of his mind; let their chatter fall away from his notice, and spoke as if he were talking to this man only.

“When we take the power over our own lives, when we mold ourselves, we can reinvent ourselves to be anything we want. A street wise kid becomes a corporate CEO. The pauper becomes the prince. The ugly duckling becomes the swan.”

 

About the Author:

Echo Ishii loves to write stories of the fantastic — from high fantasy to high tech and everything in between. She is a long time science fiction fan, as well as a fan of all things fantasy and paranormal — classic sci fi movies, shows, and even radio dramas.

 

Don’t Give In by Lynn Burke #NewRelease #BDSM #EroticRomance #Contemporary #Novella #Series @changelingpress @AuthorLynnBurke

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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?

 

PURCHASE LINKS:

 

Changeling Press: https://www.changelingpress.com/don-t-give-in-darkest-desires-2-b-2764

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EXCERPT:

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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ABOUT LYNN BURKE:

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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