Forever Kisses Vol. 1 by NYT Bestseller Angela Knight #BDSM #darkfantasy @AngelaKnight

Forever Kiss: Valerie is haunted by dreams of a man she knows only as Cowboy, her seductive lover. But Cowboy is real. And he’s a vampire. Cade is the only one who can protect Valerie from Ridgemont, his Sire, and he’s determined to do just that — even if he must kidnap her to keep her safe.

Caught in a web of fear and passion, Valerie and Cade must learn to trust one another, even as Ridgemont stalks their every move. Their only hope of survival is the Forever Kiss.

Beth’s Kiss: Beth’s world comes crashing down when she’s kidnapped by Joaquin, a deadly immortal who means to use her in a plot to kill a pair of handsome vamps. Morgan and Garret are determined to avenge themselves against Joaquin, who murdered the woman they loved.

When they rescue Beth they must complete her transformation, saving her from the vampire virus raging through her system. But if Beth is to have a future with her two vampires, they must settle accounts with the ancient, powerful killer and his army of mercenaries.

Author’s Note: Forever Kiss was first published in 2004 and has been revised extensively, including added scenes and updated tech. I want to include a warning for those who might be triggered by the sexual assaults committed by the villains. I avoided going into detail and/or cut away from those scenes before they got truly horrific, but they’re certainly implied.

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SNEAK PEEK

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Copyright ©2021 Angela Knight
Excerpt from Forever Kiss

“I need you tonight.” His voice emerged from the darkness, a low male rumble of heat and hunger. “Will you give yourself to me?”

Valerie Chase sat up in her tumbled bed. The cowboy stood just outside the open French doors, watching her from the balcony as moonlight spilled around him. The brim of his white Stetson shadowed his face. It always had. She’d never seen his features clearly, not in all the years she’d dreamed of him.

His white cotton shirt stretched over broad shoulders and tucked into the worn jeans that hugged his long, muscled legs. Moonlight glinted on the star of a Texas Ranger pinned to his leather vest. He wore two gun belts crossed over lean hips, the holstered Colt revolvers forming a seductive frame for the thick, impressive ridge of his erection.

It was the way he’d always looked in her dreams, her cowboy fantasy, her dream lover. Her hero.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Angela Knight’s romance writing career began in 1996, when she realized her dream of romance publication with Red Sage’s Secrets anthology. She is a New York Times best-selling author of more than fifty novels, novellas, and ebooks, including the Mageverse and Time Hunters series. Her career spans twenty plus years, earning her a Romantic Times Bookclub Magazine Career Achievement award in Paranormal Romance, as well as two Reviewers’ Choice awards for best erotic romance and best werewolf romance.

Angela is currently a writer, editor, and cover artist with Changeling Press LLC. She also teaches online writing courses with SavvyAuthors. In addition to her fiction work, Angela’s writing career includes a decade as an award-winning South Carolina newspaper reporter. She lives in South Carolina with her husband, Michael, a thirty-year police veteran and detective with a local police department.

New Release: Devotion by Carys Seraphine #darkfantasy #vampires @changelingpress

For the past few decades, vampiress Erin Morana has mourned the death of her sire, Jon. She’s done her best to move forward, and now she’s renovating the mansion once used by a psychopathic vampire. Between her magic lessons with the mage Lazarus and the anticipation of the birth of her best friend’s baby, Erin has her hands full.

An attack on a dark street, however, changes everything. Now she’s caught in the middle of a fight she has little hope of winning, but she isn’t alone.

She’s never been alone.

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2021 Carys Seraphine

“Wow!”

Erin Morana grinned and let her best friend, Dana Reid, into the newly renovated mansion. “Like it?”

Dana wandered from room to room on the ground floor, stopped before Erin, and gave her a tight hug. “Oh, my God. It’s gorgeous. I can’t feel even the slightest hint of Harlan Yates here.”

“You can thank Lazarus and Jessie for that,” Erin said. The mage and his lover had been instrumental in fixing the atmosphere of Yates’ house of horrors.

Dana bumped Erin’s shoulder. “From what I’ve heard, you’re no slouch in the magic department.”

Erin shrugged. “I’m still learning. It’ll take years before I even come close to Jessie or Lazarus, but I love it.”

Dana nodded. She walked up the stairs, exploring more of the house. After their little group of vampires, demons, and mages had destroyed the last of Yates’ followers, Erin set about changing the house into an actual home for donors and vampires alike. She hated the word “coven” and chose to just call the place a safehouse instead. It was the kind of refuge she’d hoped Yates offered, only to find things under his rule vastly different and far from safe.

“Have you claimed a room yet?” Dana called from the railing above.

“Not yet.” Erin headed upstairs and met her friend. “I’ve been sleeping in the library downstairs. Feels too… weird when I’m here alone.”

Dana nodded. “I get that. If Saul hadn’t left his loft to me, I’d join you. Maybe I still will, though. I don’t know.”

“You think Haez will care?”

Dana snorted. “As long as we have our privacy, I don’t think he gives a damn. Of course, we’d need a second room for the baby when he gets here.” Dana rested a hand on her belly. The child was the result of Dana’s previous boyfriend, not the demon she now dated. But after one of Yates’ offspring bit Dana, there was no telling how the child would turn out. Up to that point, Dana had solely been a psivamp, but now she and her baby were hybrids, though, thankfully, he would only need energy. As far as she knew, anyway.

“I’m sure we can arrange that,” Erin said.

The front door downstairs opened, and they both looked down.

“You should keep your door locked, my dear,” Lazarus said by way of greeting. Many thought the mage to be a bit snobbish and coarse, but Erin liked him. He glanced up and waved. “Good evening, ladies.”

Erin smiled and hurried down the stairs. If anyone else had seen the hug they shared, they wouldn’t believe it. Lazarus felt like a father, not the magical mentor he’d become to her. “I’m sorry. Dana just got here, so I didn’t even think about it.”

Lazarus tsked but smiled. “Noted, but please, lock the door at all times.”

“I will,” Erin said. “I promise.”

“Very good.” Lazarus nodded at Dana as she came down the steps. “I believe Haez is returning this evening.”

Dana’s eyes lit up, and she smiled. “I know.” She practically bounced. “I need to go back to the loft before our gig. Then it’s showtime!”

Erin laughed as her friend left. Then she made a point of locking the front door. She turned to find Lazarus watching her. “What?”

“Are you certain you’re okay here alone?”

“I am.” Erin looked around at the place, unable to hide the pride she felt at the work she’d accomplished. “It feels more like a home now, and I’m hoping to find some new people to move in soon. I sleep in the library, but once I get a few tenants in, I’ll claim a room upstairs.”

“Very well,” Lazarus said. “For now, let us return to the kitchen. It’s the best place for practice, more open.”

“What are we going to work on today?” Erin asked as they entered the newly renovated kitchen and dining room.

Lazarus moved the dining table with no effort at all. For such a petite man, the mage possessed an inordinate amount of strength. He set the six chairs aside and nodded. “Much better. Your barriers are strong, but I feel they could be improved. Defense is paramount. Always remember that, my dear.”

For a moment, Erin lost herself in a memory. Jon had told her that very same thing, so long ago. If she’d learned then…

“Erin?”

She shook her head and found Lazarus studying her, concern in his eyes. “Sorry.”

“Are you all right?”

She’d never gone into detail with anyone about Jon, not even Dana. She needed Lazarus’ lessons, but her heart and mind were elsewhere. “I…”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Carys Seraphine is an alter ego of gay romance author Mychael Black. She lives on the Eastern Shore of the US with her family and their dog.

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New Release: Damned & Confused by Crymsyn Hart #darkfantasy @crymsynhart

Meriel discovers an ancient deck of Tarot cards while cleaning out an old house for her sister. When she opens the box of cards, out pops Wile, a demon hell-bent on protecting her from Raziel, a Prince of Hell.

If Raziel gets the cards and Meriel, he can open a portal to release the devil into the world. Together, Wile and Meriel have to stay one step ahead of Raziel.

The Tarot start to teach her their secrets and help her understand her deepening connection to Wile. Can she learn what she needs to in order to keep the devil at bay and save her demon?

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2021 Crymsyn Hart

Meriel ran her fingers through her hair and stared at the mess of boxes she had to contend with. Sunlight streamed in through the cobwebbed windows, highlighting the dust she’d stirred by setting foot in the attic. She gathered her hair, twisted it into a bun, and thrust a pen through it. A piece came loose and draped in front of her eyes. She stuck it behind her ear and groaned as she looked at the list of things her sister, Kendra, had left for her to do. Two pages of tasks to get the house cleared out. Kendra had taken over their mother’s cleaning business once she had retired. Since Meriel was out of a job, Kendra had enlisted her to work. The money paid Meriel’s bills, but the work never seemed to end. Meriel knew because she’d worked with her their mother long before Kendra came along. Her little sister never had it as demanding as Meriel did growing up.

Better get to it. She gazed around the attic. Antique furniture piled next to trunks was shoved into the corner. An old sewing machine, a mannequin dummy, and numerous old cardboard boxes waited for her to dig through them. Whatever was written on the side to describe the contents had faded with time. She wiped her hand across her head from the sweat forming on her brow. It was only nine and already the attic was stifling.

Meriel ripped open the first box and found nothing more than old photos, china, and other knickknacks. She moved the box aside and started a pile of things they could sell. She kept on going and got lost in the monotony of pulling boxes and figuring out which things to trash and what could be sold.

By the time she got half the attic sorted, the mound to be tossed far outweighed the pitiful heap of what they could keep. She stopped and took a bottle of water from the cooler. The liquid slipped down her throat, then she ran the perspiring bottle over her forehead and enjoyed the coolness of the water on her skin. She grabbed a box from the trash pile and ventured down to the first floor. She set it down by the front door.

Meriel peered through the dusty window. The breeze had picked up greatly since she had gotten there. She opened the door to get a better look at the sky. A boom of thunder greeted her. A bolt of lightning arced overhead as dark clouds approached the house. An ominous feeling settled over her as she stared at the coming tempest. Her yellow Ford Focus looked like an ant waiting to be squashed by the encroaching storm. Her side vibrated. She dug her phone out of her pocket and saw a tornado warning had been issued for her area.

Metallic pings caught her attention and drew her gaze to her car. Pea-size balls of ice bounced off the hood of her car. Dread crept up her spine as the gale grew bigger. Perfect, I’m stuck in a big creepy house in the middle of a storm. Another boom of thunder and a gush of wind struck. The rain mixed with the hail hit her face, stinging sharply. The clouds had moved in faster than she anticipated. Darkness engulfed the house until it felt like night had fallen. The clouds had taken on a purple-black hue with a tinge of orange mixed in. She heard a crunch. Hail the size of grapefruit had hit her windshield and fell on the roof of her car before rolling off onto the cracked driveway.

Meriel slammed the front door shut. The next roll of thunder shook the house. Sounds like God is doing construction up there. She tried the light switch, but the power flickered and went out. She checked the radar on her weather app. It showed a red and orange blob coming straight at her location. The way the building quaked and with the pounding hail crashing against the house, she wasn’t going to take a chance. Using the flashlight on her phone, she rushed into the kitchen, hoping to find the basement door. Meriel hadn’t explored much of the house except to find the bathroom and the attic. The kitchen appliances were large and from the late 1940s. She pulled open a door by the fridge. A pantry with a few old jars on the shelves. A squeak made her jump as several mice scampered out of the way.

“Mother… fudgenugget. I hate mice.” Meriel slammed the door.

A loud bang overhead didn’t make her feel any better. She heard a soft click and then a creak. Meriel followed the sound and discovered a door in the hallway she had passed by. It blended with the wall so well she didn’t even realize it was there. Stairs led down into the darkness. Her flashlight flickered on and off. Thunder rattled the windows and made her head into the cellar for safety. Rushing wind and pelting rain battered the windows.

The light from her phone let her see the basement filled with more discarded antiques. Besides the collection of antiques, there were shelves of canned goods covered with cobwebs. The cellar fit every stereotype of what a scary basement should be. Spiders hung from their webs. Broken furniture was scattered around. Shelves of canned goods so old the labels had worn off filled one wall. All she needed now was a ghost to pop out and say boo. She glanced at her phone. Great. No signal.

As she moved farther into the basement, she heard water dripping. It led her to another room with a dirt floor. Thick wooden beams supported the floor above. Inside, she found an old well. In the old days, people used to build wells inside the houses. She had never come across it before, though. The sound of the storm didn’t seem as bad. Something about the place didn’t feel right. Water plopped onto her hand. She panned her flashlight around the basement and discovered a wooden door. I wonder where this goes? Let’s find out.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Crymsyn Hart is a National Bestselling author of over eighty paranormal romance and horror novels. Her experiences as a psychic and ghostly encounters have given her a lot of material to use in her books. Vampires, grim reapers, shifters, and other paranormal creatures tend to end up in her books no matter how hard she tries to keep them away.

She currently resides in Charlotte, NC with her hubby and her three dogs. If she’s not writing, she’s curled up with the dogs watching a good horror movie or off with friends.

To find out more about Crymsyn, check out her website on: www.crymsynhart.com

Luminous Dreams by Alexa Piper #paranormalromance @prowlingpiper

When desire and lust combine in the dark imagination of the sleeping mind, the results burn hot as phoenix fire and take us on a journey to meet two lovers who are anything but human. We may find ourselves deep in the woods where dryads have been waiting to offer seduction under the cover of leaves, or we may find a candy trail we simply have to follow.

These are nine stories of magic and magical things, of shapeshifters and fortune-tellers, of witches and their charms. Two women fall for one another even as two handsome vampires decide to share the woman they both claim, and a muse strikes inspiration in a dancer. Myth and dream meet love and lust in this collection of nine sensual stories which explore different worlds, different characters, and different constellation of lovers. Each story is a journey worth taking.

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2021 Alexa Piper

You want to know the details. You want to know how Sebastian came to be my gentleman.

Well, it is simple, really.

“So tell me, Bas (that’s what I was calling him by then), what makes you leave lollipop trails out there in the woods? “

He shrugged. “I guess… I dunno. I wanted to see who picked them up, who would go for the sweet stuff.”

“What if I had licked one of them?” I asked, and he blushed, just a little bit.

“You… would have come here, very eager… eager to lick something else.”

“So you put an aphrodisiac in the candy?” I asked him.

“Well, no,” he said. “I just enchanted them to encourage desire.”

Now, by then we were sitting on his loveseat by the fire. He had made tea, but I had stubbornly stirred mine without drinking any of it. After all, I still remember the taste of that poisoned apple our lovely, lovely sorceress queen offered me and I foolishly took. Aw, but she was unique, wasn’t she, our mirror-loving queen? How much you too could have enjoyed her if you had a taste for women at all. Wouldn’t you agree, Brother?

So when I tell you the impression I had of Bas by then, know that it was untainted by anything magical. He had lovely hair, golden I told you, but it was the really curly and sparkly soft kind that you want to run your fingers through, and my fingers, Brother, were itching to take a handful of that hair and pull, gently. Then there were his shoulders, quite a bit broader than you would expect to see in an enchanter. I mentioned his chest already, but being exposed to the sight for all our conversation, I wanted nothing more than to touch it, taste it with my tongue. His waist was narrow while his thighs and ass were wonderfully formed and muscular. A runner’s body really. (Yes, all right, he reminded me a little bit of our gingerbread man.)

So he sits there and tells me that he was basically trying to get laid, and being out there in the woods, he used some enchantment to attract potential bedmates because what else are you supposed to do, out there in the woods?

To his credit, he was being frank about it, and let us not pretend, Brother, that he is anywhere near as creepy or devious as half the things prowling that forest! Actually, in comparison, he did seem like one of the more gentlemanly kind.

“So you want to be licked?” I asked him unflinchingly. I crossed my legs slowly and made sure to pull my skirt up so he could see enough leg to make his mouth water.

“I would like that,” he said, rubbing those long-fingered hands of his. “But of course, I wouldn’t mind reciprocating either.”

We might have talked a bit more then, but it ended as you must have been expecting all along. I put my hand on his thigh, gently stroking, then stroking his hard length through his pants. I looked deep into his brown eyes and saw how his pupils went wide when my hand worked on him…

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Alexa Piper writes steamy romance that ranges from light to dark, from straight to queer. She’s also a coffee addict. Alexa loves writing stories that make her readers laugh and fall in love with the characters in them. Connect with Alexa on Facebook or Instagram, follow her on Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter!

Shameless Vows by Katherine L. Evans #KindleUnlimited #RomanticSuspense

Title: Shameless Vows
Series: A Shameless Love Novel #2
Author: Katherine L. Evans
Genre: Contemporary/Dark Royal/Suspense Romance
Release Date: July 7, 2020

When we fell in love, he was royalty. When our wedding day arrived, he had become a nightmare. And I became his prisoner.
 
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As children, he promised to protect me for as long as he lived. As teens, we fell in love and promised each other forever. He was the love of my life. Then he disappeared without a trace.
 
Ten years later, he shows up at my family’s estate, wielding his royal title and influence over my father like a weapon.
 
Malachi Sterling, the Duke of Corwick, transformed from a tender, sweet boy who held my heart in his loving hands, into a steely-eyed, sinister man who purchased my life and freedom with the sweep of a pen.
 
Ten years after promising to marry each other, Malachi and I stand before God and our power-hungry families as we exchange vows.
 
“I, Isla Sofía Reyes, take thee, Malachi Sterling, to be my wedded husband.
 
To have and to hold…”
 
To be ensnared and possessed.
 
“In sickness and health…”
 
In selfishness and torment.
 
“To love and to cherish…”
 
To defy, and despise, and make him rue the day we met.
 
“‘Til death do us part.”
‘Til the day I can finally uncover the secret that changed him forever.
 

Nerdy, Dirty & Flirty – “Absolutely fantastic story!!”

E&A Book Blog – “Emotionally heartbreaking.”

 

Goodreads Review – “Pardon me while I wipe the tears from my eyes. I have just been on a rollercoaster of emotions with this book.”

 

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Caught by Marteeka Karland #scifiromance #bdsm @marteekakarland

Caught (All Wrapped Up Multi-Author 8)

Cover Art by Angela Knight

 

Zuri Starbreeze is a bounty hunter on the trail of the catch of a lifetime. Her prey is a cold-blooded killer wanted dead or alive in every known system, and for good reason. Eight hunters have already died trying to bring him in.

What Zuri doesn’t know is that Cade is hunting her. Knowing she has the elite skills of an Agency hunter, he wants her to join his smuggling ring, but once he samples her erotic skills, he hungers for more. He wants Zuri for his partner, all right. Just not the type of partner he’d planned on.

Flat on her back, writhing and screaming in pleasure, Zuri has a choice. She can resist and risk the wrath of a killer, or submit — and risk losing herself in a den of lust, kinky bondage, and wild sex. One thing’s for sure, no matter her choice, she won’t come out of this the same.

 

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2020 Marteeka Karland

Almost. She almost had him. Zuri studied the feed she was getting from the surveillance satellite she’d commandeered. Cade Brighton was as good as caught.

She’d spotted him five days ago on the war-ravaged planet of Dyson 4 and had been tracking him ever since. Finding him wasn’t even half the battle. Finding him was the easy part. Now she had to wait for the perfect time to nab him. That was the hard part.

Sitting aboard the Hunter’s Conquest, she contemplated her next move. Screwing up was not an option. Screwing up could get her dead, especially with this subject. Five of the last eight hunters who had gone after him had never returned. The other three had been returned to the Agency in corpse containers.

Being a hunter for ten years, she’d learned to trust her gut. There was something about this particular prey that bothered her. She shifted in her seat. She’d have to be extra careful.

After checking her holding area one last time, testing the alterations she’d made specifically for Cade Brighton, Zuri selected two pulsarphaze pistols and set them for heavy stun. The restriction cuffs were an afterthought. She had no illusions he would let her simply cuff him and take him in. He’d definitely put up a fight.

Body armor and personal repulsor shield intact, Zuri readied herself. She thought all the protection was probably a bit of an overkill, but she wasn’t taking any chances. Her prey — it was always her policy to think of the men and women she tracked as “prey” instead of “he” or “she” — was currently lounging in a roughneck bar. Zuri wasn’t worried about going into the bar so much as how the other patrons would react. She didn’t want to have to injure any bystanders. All the more reason for the extra precautions.

It took her thirty minutes to reach her destination on foot, but it seemed like the better choice than actually landing her ship closer to the site. Surprise was her only option. Once there, her adrenaline kicked in, and she had to take several deep breaths to calm herself. It had been a while since she’d been this hyped up about a job. Part of it was because of the dangerous reputation Cade Brighton had built for himself, but part of it was something else entirely.

Cautiously, Zuri entered the establishment. Stepping up to the bar, she ordered a drink and sipped casually while her eyes adjusted to the dim interior. This was when she was at her most vulnerable in any situation. She suspected that was the reason the lights just outside the bar were so bright. Anyone on the inside had the advantage on those entering it.

She stood at her place against the wall for another thirty minutes, making sure not only that her eyes adjusted, but that she knew where everyone in the room was located. When she spotted her prey, she knew she was in trouble.

He sat in a back booth sipping a mug of some alien brew. His eyes glowed a vibrant green in the dim light. Cade Brighton was said to have some kind of enhanced night vision. Given the eerie radiance of his eyes, she guessed the rumors of Cade’s sight were more than interstellar legend. She wondered if he was genetically enhanced as well. She couldn’t see much else. His head was covered with a loose-fitting black hood, leaving only the ends of his dark, shoulder-length hair visible. She suspected he’d allowed her to see what little she did. This was definitely a trap. She’d have to be ready for anything.

 

More from Marteeka Karland at Changeling Press …

Erotic romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of.

 

 

The Prince and the Painter (part 2) by Emily Carrington #LGBTQ #contemporaryromance @CarringtonEmily

The Prince and the Painter Part 2 (Prince and Painter 3)

Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

As the tension mounts, Aaron and Jason must face their demons. But those demons never counted on the love between them growing from a single flame to a raging inferno. Now, just maybe their demons will have trouble with them.

Publisher’s Note: The Prince and the Painter Parts 1 & 2 are the prequel to Painter’s Pride (Prince and Painter 1). For everyone who asked Jason and Aaron’s history, thank you.

Warning: The Prince and the Painter Parts 1 & 2 deal with issues of PTSD, M/M rape, hate crimes, stalking, kidnapping, and torture. Jason and Aaron’s stories may be triggers.

 

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2020 Emily Carrington

“If this is what a hangover’s like,” he muttered, grimacing at the taste in his mouth, “I’ll never get drunk again.”

Jason’s door opened and Griffin, wrapped in a towel and nothing else, trudged in. She looked much less glamorous first thing in the morning, but still managed to carry herself with a regal tilt to her head. “Morning,” she muttered as if finding Jason’s boyfriend in his bed was normal.

“Uh, hi. Do you know what time it is?”

“Ten-thirty.”

Halfway through his calculus class. Aaron sighed. “I guess I’ll go back to my dorm and change.”

“Probably for the best.” But Griffin was looking at Aaron, nailing him to the spot with her gaze.

Aaron swallowed. “What?”

“You’re a lost lamb. Jay loves lost lambs. But if you don’t bring anything to the table but heartache and horror, stay away from him.” Griffin turned her back on Aaron and dropped the towel as she reached for clothes already arranged on her bed. “He’s gentle and he’s loving, but that doesn’t give you permission to use his nature against him. Unless you have something to offer him, and I mean something good, leave him alone.” She sighed. “Aaron, that came out more harshly than I intended. It’s just… Jason’s nature is loving. I don’t want to see him hurt.”

Aaron stuffed his feet into his shoes. “I’m not asking anything of Jason.”

“No? What about asking him to listen to the confession you gave yesterday?”

“I told him the most horrible thing that’s happened to me.”

 

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Emily Carrington is a multipublished author of male/male and transgender erotica. Seeking a world made of equality, she created SearchLight to live out her dreams. But even SearchLight has its problems, and Emily is looking forward to working all of these out with a host of characters from dragons and genies to psychic vampires.

 

 

Character Interview with Valerian Smith #FairviewChronicles #paranormalromance @prowlingpiper

I have something special for you today. An interview transcript from the Fairview Mythical Times with Valerian Smith of A TASTE OF MAGIC written by Alexa Piper! Who’s ready to see what the naughty Valerian had to say?

[Fairview Mythical Times, Valerian Smith interview transcript]

FMT: Mr. Smith, thank you for agreeing to this interview and for inviting me into your home.

Valerian Smith: Please, call me Valerian. No need to be so formal. I was quite astounded to find a reporter of the Fairview Mythical Times interested in me, to be honest. You must tell me who told you about me! Your request was ever so intriguing.

FMT: I wish I could, but you know I can’t reveal a source.

VS: Of course. Very reasonable. Are you alright, my dear? You look flushed.

FMT: I’m fine, thank you. Your… your coach is just really impressive.

VS: Isn’t it just? Thank you for noticing. Quite sturdy as well.

FMT: And big. Maybe I should sit over there. To give you some space.

VS: Well, if you must. Do I make you feel uncomfortable or are you always this shy?

FMT: Should we get to the questions?

VS: Certainly. But I thought we had already started.

FMT: I understand you fall on the supernatural spectrum. You are a greed eater, correct?

VS: You can print it that way, but just talk like a normal person, try to relax. To answer, I’m a taotien, yes. Chinese myth has a few things to say about us, some of them thoroughly misconstruing our nature.

FMT: Misconstruing? How so?

VS: Well, they suggest we eat people. We don’t. They also suggest we are evil, malevolent. How about a drink?

FMT: Oh, no thank you. It’s not even noon.

VS: Just some plum wine then, I insist.

FMT: Well, I… thank you. Oh, okay, you are sitting next to me again. Sure that works. So you have no cannibalistic tendencies?

VS: Please. I am no ghoul.

FMT: Right. But you do feast on people’s greed?

VS: Of course. But that’s not a bad thing. Greed makes people do terrible things, or wouldn’t you agree?

FMT: Yes, but–

VS: Wonderful! Let’s drink to that. Cheers!

FMT: …cheers. I really shouldn’t be drinking while working.

VS: Would you rather not be working right now? I could give you a massage.

FMT: I, uhm. No. Thank you. You were saying about greed?

VS: It’s bad. Really bad. The greed. And being tense, that is.

FMT: Tense. I see. What about the goat horns?

VS: My dear, do I look like I have horns? Have some more wine. And may I say, that blouse suits you very well.

FMT: Oh, I really shouldn’t. Thank you, that’s…

VS: Yes?

FMT: Really kind of you.

VS: Of course. Taotien are generally kind. Do you see how the legends are completely off? Mmh, you have an eyelash on your cheek.

FMT: Oh, thanks.

VS: Blow and make a wish. Yes, just like that. Now, would you like me to guess what your wish was? It’ll only take me a single try to get it right. Promise.

FMT: Mr. Smith!

VS: Valerian. Let me turn this off before I tell you what your wish was, before I tell you about your deepest desire, the thing you want the most. You smell downright… greedy.

Want to find out more about Valerian Smith? Check out his book A TASTE OF MAGIC by Alexa Piper. You can get it at Changeling Press.

ABOUT THE BOOK:

Somehow after dropping out of college, Cora’s life has become one part Dresden Files, one part Buffy. She thought she was heading for a boring, uneventful future. Instead she tumbles into the supernatural underbelly of Fairview as a PI’s freshly minted assistant. Will she manage to tame the not-so-vampiric lover who has her on his radar?

Valerian enjoys his life eating the greed of humanity. When he stumbles into Cora, he happens to find her quite the delectable morsel. He wants to savor her fully and introduce her to the paranormal world she’s never known about before. There are annoying creatures to overcome before Valerian can have his way with her. But nothing will keep him from making Cora his.

Content warning: There is brief mention of depression and suicidal thoughts in Cora’s story, but those thoughts are not acted upon.

A Taste of Magic (Fairview Chronicles 1)

 

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She writes their stories so she can find out and satisfy her (and your) curiosity.

 

 

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Feast or Famine (Billionaire Werewolf 3)

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

Sadie Matthews wasn’t sure what to think when her dead fiancé waltzed back into her life. Not to mention wondering how he would get along with her other two werewolf mates, Elijah and Luke. With all three pulling on her heartstrings for attention, she needs to figure out how they all fit together because her heart can’t break into three pieces. Just as she’s about to figure it out, danger comes to the wolf packs.

Wolves are winding up dead, and everyone is looking to her to find out who is behind it. With this new turn of events, she needs her men behind her even more. Can she discover who is behind the murders? Will she be able to bring peace between the rising tensions of her three mates?

 

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EXCERPT

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“Sadie, is everything okay?”

She jumped when she heard Luke, one of her wolf mates. He came into the kitchen wearing nothing more than plaid pajama pants. He slipped his arm around her waist and nuzzled her neck. His beard tickled her skin as he kissed her. It was then he held her closer and growled.

The strange wolf who had entered the house looked up.

“Who is that?” Luke asked.

“I-I’m not sure. I… He looks like Greyson.”

The other male stopped eating mid-bite and dashed out of the kitchen onto the patio. Sadie broke loose from Luke’s grasp and ran after him, but the fleeing wolf disappeared into the densely wooded backyard. The full moon shone bright silver as it sank beneath the trees. The night would be over soon. She wanted to go farther into the forest, but Luke caught her hand.

“Hey, come back inside and tell me what happened. He’ll come back if he’s hungry enough. Sometimes strays are drawn by the smell of food or the energy of the pack. They might linger for a day, but they normally wander off. If he shows up in the morning, then Elijah can talk to him. Come back to bed.”

Sadie shook her head. “No. He’s more than some random wolf. I know it.”

Luke sighed. “If he is, then we can look for him in the daytime with Elijah. I missed you in our bed.” He slithered his hand underneath her robe and found her patch of curls. His finger massaged her clit and he fondled her breast with the other hand. His desire flared along the mental bond they shared. He trailed his tongue over her throat. Sadie sank into the bliss he evoked in her. The more he worked her clit, the more her thoughts of the strange wolf fell away. Luke squeezed her nipple until her breaths came in small pants. His fingers slid inside her. Sadie ground against his cock as it poked into her ass. “Do you think you can put him out of your mind for a few hours?”

“Oh, Luke.”

“What are you two doing down here?” Elijah, her other wolf mate, came into the kitchen. “I think I know what you’re doing. Shame on you for not inviting me.” Elijah kissed her.

Lust strangled any thoughts of the mysterious wolf that had dashed out of the house. Their emotions mingled with hers until she didn’t know where she ended, and they began. As Sadie sank deeper into their yearning, the animal nature of their wolves surged forward. All thoughts of the pleasure they wanted to draw out flew out the window. She needed them.

 

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Crymsyn Hart is a National Bestselling author of over eighty paranormal romance and horror novels. Her experiences as a psychic and ghostly encounters have given her a lot of material to use in her books. Vampires, grim reapers, shifters, and other paranormal creatures tend to end up in her books no matter how hard she tries to keep them away.

She currently resides in Charlotte, NC with her hubby and her three dogs. If she’s not writing, she’s curled up with the dogs watching a good horror movie or off with friends.

To find out more about Crymsyn, check out her website on: www.crymsynhart.com

 

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Hungry Fur You (Billionaire Werewolf 2)

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

Sadie Matthews thought she had it all figured out with her sexy werewolf billionaire, Elijah Dane. However, she’s bitten by another wolf who thinks Sadie is her rival. Waking up from her transformation, Sadie finds herself in Luke’s cabin. Sexy as hell, it’s all Sadie can do to keep her paws off him because she knows Luke is her mate as well as Elijah. What’s a girl to do with two smokin’ werewolves?

Luke never expected to find a mate in the middle of the forest. When he first catches Sadie’s scent, he knows he’ll do anything to have her. But first, he must return her to Elijah, then deal with dissension in his pack.

Can both men satisfy Sadie’s new desires? Will she give in to the beast inside? And can Elijah and Luke see eye to eye when it comes to sharing their new mate?

 

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“How’s Elijah doing?” Narissa asked.

Sadie looked up from her meal and tried to hide her smile. The last year had been a whirlwind. Her relationship with her werewolf lover had been rocky at first, but it had evened out as they both got to know one another, and their boundaries were set on how far she could go. “It’s good.”

“Good. You look happier than I’ve seen you in a long time.”

“I wasn’t the one who disappeared for six months.”

“Didn’t have a choice. There was some upheaval in the Fairy realm. Time runs differently there. I needed to get things back in order.”

“Everything okay over there?” Sadie asked. Now she knew her friend was a fairy, she could ask her all kinds of questions. For years, Narissa had kept her true self a mystery. When they’d met in college, she’d introduced herself as Melissa.

“Nothing for you to worry about. I’m not sure even why they called me back since they don’t like I’m of mixed blood.”

“It had to have been important. Want to talk about it? We’ve always shared everything.”

Narissa poked at her food. “I know. I never told you everything before because I didn’t know how you’d deal with it.”

“I can deal with it. I’m dating the werewolf who killed my fiancé. So spill.”

“Most fairies don’t exist in this realm. We broke from the humans long ago. Those who do — we keep ourselves closed off. I’m not the only shifter among the fae. It seems a couple of them have gone missing. They thought I might know where they were.”

“Did you find them?”

Her friend pushed her plate away and a look of disgust soured her expression. “We found parts of them. They were dissected. They had the stench of humans. The fae don’t think it’s an isolated incident.”

“That’s horrible.”

“Indeed. Enough about me, I didn’t come to talk to get you down. I’ve been trying to get in touch with you, but it’s crazy. New job. New place. I told you my protection would bring you good things.”

“Yeah, you did. It makes Elijah jealous. It’s kinda funny to watch when we’re out and random men come up to me.”

“Wolves are protective of their mates, but you haven’t let him make you furry yet.”

She sipped her wine and glanced at the calendar. Elijah was out of town until after the full moon. “I’m not there yet.”

“When do you think you’ll get there? He’s not going to let you stay human forever. Wolves have a long lifespan.”

She held up her hand to silence Narissa. “I know. We’ve already discussed it.”

“Do you have an idea when you might let him turn you?”

“Will it be hindered by your mark?”

“Not at all, it might make you stick out a little bit more. I can’t take it back. Besides, I want to be sure to throw you an epic party when you get all hairy. Then we can hunt together and I don’t have to be so dainty with you.”

“I’m sure you’ll be happy about that.”

“I’m happy that you’re happy. I mean it. You’re working for a company that’s mostly shifters.”

“Yeah. They shut down for the full moon so it makes it better.”

“What does Elijah say about you working?”

“Like he can control me.”

Narissa gave her a hug and kissed her on the cheek. “Make sure you keep doing that because once he thinks he can bend you to his will as an alpha, he won’t stop.”

Sadie returned the hug. “Don’t worry about that. He knows that I’m not going to bow down to him in any form.”

A plant rustled next to them and a tall man stepped out from behind it. The texture of his skin appeared to be a blend of bark and flesh. He leaned in and said something to Narissa. She paled.

“Shit. I gotta run. Not sure how long I’m going to be. Gotta go back to Fairy. You two should use my place. Bye, hun.” Narissa waved and popped out, leaving a faint trail of glitter.

Sadie cleaned up and sat down on the sofa, wishing Elijah were with her. He had taken to working from home with her. When it came to the pack, he rarely discussed that part of his life. Her decision not to become a wolf hampered their relationship. Sometimes she felt like the dirty secret he kept hidden in the closet. She glanced at the moon and felt the pull of it herself. Being with him, she had begun to understand the power it had over the shifters.

Maybe I am ready. They both knew it was coming and a condition of their relationship. It always surprised him she hadn’t already turned from the two attacks she had already endured. First, Elijah attacking her two years ago when he killed her fiancé, Greyson, and ate him. He had tackled her and clawed her back. He claimed the wolf realized she was his mate then, but he didn’t know it until later. The second time she had been mauled by a wolf in another pack, but Elijah rescued her.

His wolf grew more insistent that it wanted her to join him. Sadie loved him beyond measure. It didn’t matter he was a billionaire CEO of a large company or controlled the largest pack in five states. All she wanted was him. However, each time during their lovemaking, her fear that he would bite her arose. The strain had started to show on their relationship, forcing a distance between them. Tonight he and the pack would all be gathered at the resort. Sadie had never been happier except for the growing tension between her and Elijah. He wasn’t about to let her go, and she loved him too much to lose him.

At the very heart of the matter, she was afraid. Afraid she would become a bloodthirsty beast that wanted to feast on innocents. She didn’t want that to be her. She couldn’t imagine bringing the fear and the hurt to someone the way it had happened to her losing Greyson. Her fiancé would want her to be happy. Sadie didn’t know if he would understand shape shifters and fairies. He would encourage her to take charge of her life and not live in fear. The way he always did. She’d been putting the decision off for so long, it had become the ugly beast in the room. Her stomach tightened in anticipation. Sadie grabbed a bag and threw some things inside it. She couldn’t wait to see the look on Elijah’s face when she got to the resort. Her resolve tightened.

There wasn’t any going back.

 

More from Crymsyn at Changeling Press …

Crymsyn Hart is a National Bestselling author of over eighty paranormal romance and horror novels. Her experiences as a psychic and ghostly encounters have given her a lot of material to use in her books. Vampires, grim reapers, shifters, and other paranormal creatures tend to end up in her books no matter how hard she tries to keep them away.

She currently resides in Charlotte, NC with her hubby and her three dogs. If she’s not writing, she’s curled up with the dogs watching a good horror movie or off with friends.

To find out more about Crymsyn, check out her website on: http://www.crymsynhart.com