Destined by Dragonblood by Lynn Burke #MMF #Shifters #Dragons #BDSM #Bisexual #Menage #NewRelease @AuthorLynnBurke @evernightpub

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Destined by Dragonblood

Blood Born Series 2

By Lynn Burke

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Release Date: April 11, 2019

*WARNING: This title contains explicit sexual scenes, BDSM, and anal sex.

Dolyn Kemmerly has found his destined mates. Unfortunately, they are more human than dragonblood. While his inner beast longs for them, his male stubbornness insists there are mates more worthy of his royal bloodline.

Due to Ashley O’Connor’s traumatic past, only the painful slap of a Dom’s toys can help her find release. A celibate sub, she’s never ached for a man’s tender touch—until a mysterious stranger follows her into her Master’s club.

When Ashley lifts one of her hard limits, Giovanni DiLoreto, her sex-therapist recommended Dom, is finally allowed to touch the flesh he’s been lusting to caress. Doing so, however, earns him a bloody nose by a hot-as-fuck stranger. Master Vanni has never touched a dick in pleasure, but the sudden desire to dominate the newcomer—while Ashley watches—consumes him.

Dolyn’s ancestors might accept Vanni for the heart of the dragon inside him, but it will take Dolyn’s complete submission to his alpha to help Ashley heal and unlock the destiny awaiting them all.
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EXCERPT:

Cloaking myself and following Ashley into the nondescript door at the end of the hallway came easy. Slipping through what appeared to a main entrance rather than a locker room of sorts she had entered proved a bit more difficult as a receptionist’s desk and bouncer flanked the double doors.

I glanced around the reception area, fully present, yet visually, nothing more than a bend of light to the two in the room with me. Gray walls. Glass desk. Abstract art on the walls and two other doors besides the one Ashley had disappeared through—boring and not giving me a hint of what lay beyond.

I eyed one of the chairs along the wall to my left and considered waiting until Ashley returned.

The double doors opened, however, releasing a flood of sensual delights mere humans wouldn’t catch. Heat, aroused murmuring, and sex. My dragon hummed his delight, but I frowned and raced forward, slipping through the opened door as the patron of whatever the place was bade the receptionist a good evening.

A holding room with another set of double doors that couldn’t muffle or contain the patrons’ arousal. Still nothing more than a flicker in a person’s peripheral vision, I pushed one of the doors open enough to slip through.

I stepped over a threshold leading to a sinner’s delight. Musk, sweetness, and the scent of anxious perspiration swept over me. Humans … dozens of them in all sorts of dress and lack thereof mingled in the huge lounge area. Dim lights. Low music. Leather seating and a bar lay on my left, a dais beyond held a St. Andrew’s Cross with a woman moaning beneath a Dom’s ministrations.

Chains clanked from a man strung to the ceiling directly on my right. Groans rose from two men getting their cocks sucked by kneeling submissives as they lounged by the bar on my left.

My gaze returned to the cross and the woman strapped to it.

How many times had I allowed Elijah to do the same to me? How many times had he forced me to climax before shoving his cock so far up my ass I lost my breath?

My dick swelled in my jeans, but it wasn’t the actions of the Dom that turned me on. It was the thought of being on the receiving end of his flogger—the one receiving the type of pleasure found in pain.

Please.

My dragon’s whimper to play hit me hard, the fact I wanted to be the one submitting rather than dominating even harder. “Alpha,” I muttered aloud, reminding us both of our dominance as a blood born dragon from the royal line.

I’d caught a hint of Ashley’s scent while following her down the hallway into the sex club, but the overwhelming perfumes of human and sex masked her—if she’d even made her way into the lounge area.

My female … found delight in a sex club. I couldn’t have asked for more. Couldn’t have been more pleased—so why didn’t my inner dragon hiss his desire to tie her up? Stripe her ass in the way Elijah had mine countless times? Why did I want to pleasure her with gentleness—loving tenderness?

A fierce frown dented my brow as I licked my lips, hoping for a taste of Ashley’s sweetness in the air.

Cries of ecstasy jerked my head to the left … the lounge’s far corner. A dark-haired man fingered a woman through her climax, her cum slipping around his hand, dripping to the floor.

Her scent slammed into me with a wave, and my dragon growled a rumble deep in my chest to taste. To claim.

My female.

Pale, shapely legs led to her rounded ass the man now caressed, and my need to taste leaped to fierce protectiveness in a single heartbeat.

No longer cloaked, I strode across the room, darkness seizing my mind, my self-control, something that hadn’t happened in over a hundred years.

He’s touching her. Mine.

My dragon hellbent on ripping the man’s arms from his torso, I stalked forward, eating up the distance between us in a matter of seconds, my claws shimmering in and out of sight.

The width of his shoulders came close to mine, but the breadth of his chest didn’t compare. An easy to defeat opponent, my dragon shrieked, clawing at my brain as I pulled all attempts to shift deep inside me where he couldn’t explode into a mass of muscle, sinew, and scales.

I grabbed the man’s shoulder and spun him toward me, my other fist shooting out, connecting with his nose before he had a chance to blink.

Green eyes. Brilliant like spring grass—

My dragon shrieked again as he grabbed hold of my upper arms to keep from falling. Electrical charges raced up through my chest, catching my breath as we stared into each other’s eyes.

Mate.

Dick immediately swollen—leaking at his touch—I hesitated a mere blink, my desire to drop to my knees and worship him shattering all I had hoped for my future.

His punch landed on my side with enough pain my stubbornness rose with a flap of dragon wings, and growling with the need to kill, the need to fuck, goddamn need—I clocked him on the side of the side of the head. He held tight to me, yanking me down as he fell like a bag of bricks, stunned but not knocked out.

I landed on top of him with a groan, my aching dick pressed against his, a wave of desire slamming into me. “Fuck. Me,” I gasped the words, blinking once more.

A cocky grin wobbled his lips, and he shifted his hips beneath me, pressing his own hard-on against mine. “I’m usually the one in charge, but that’s one command I would love to obey.”

His low voice slithered over my skin, waking goosebumps in its path, like a physical caress, and I froze.

My mate, my beta … a goddamn, fucking Dom.

© Lynn Burke 2018

Don’t forget book 1 in the Blood Born Series, Drawn by Dragonblood, available at all major retailers!

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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Sigil Fire by Erzabet Biship #FF #Lesfic #succubus #vampires #demons #witches #lesbian #paranormal #fantasy #romantic #suspense #strongfemalelead #alphafemale #buffyfans #lostgirl #succubusheat #tattoo #forbiddenink @ErzabetBishop

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Sonia is a succubus with one goal: stay off Hell’s radar. But when succubi start to die, including her sometimes lover, Jeannie, she’s drawn into battle between good and evil and a past that isn’t ready to let her go.

Fae is a blood witch turned vampire, running a tattoo parlor and trading her craft for blood. She notices that something isn’t right on the streets of her city. The denizens of Hell are restless.

With the aid of her nest mate, Perry, and his partner, Charley, she races against time before the next victim falls. The killer has a target in his sights, and Sonia might not live to see the dawn.

**Includes First Christmas: A Sigil Fire Holiday Story**

 

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EXCERPT:

The dream wrapped around Fae like gossamer silk. It was always the same. The woman’s back was to Fae—shapely curves illuminated against the shadows, the stranger’s face just out view. They were in a dark and winding alley, with the back side of row houses and businesses cluttered with dumpsters and badly repaired fences. The area behind the shops looked ramshackle and smelled worse. A combination of rotting garbage and the reek of something far worse.

A sense of urgency pounded through Fae. She needed to find this woman. Needed to find her now.

Dark demonic wings fluttered in the background, causing the mystery woman to flee. Her skirts whipped up, revealing calves that sucked the air from Fae’s lungs.

An aura of silvery wings hung behind the woman, vanishing as quickly as they appeared. The alleyway grew disjointed—a true setting from a nightmare. The red of her hair was only visible for a moment.

“Help me!” the woman’s sultry voice begged, out of breath and shrill with terror.

Fae’s dream self darted behind her. Shadowy faces and writhing figures moved in the periphery of her vision. She stared straight ahead. She had to focus. To find the woman.

“Wait!” She reached out, but only caught the tendrils of mist that filled the void.

The air chilled as Fae streaked through the fog. A fractured scream echoed in the murky dampness. Seeing anything became more difficult. The swampy odor of decay made Fae gag but still she pressed on. Don’t look. Just move.

Fae panicked. “Where are you?” The need to find the woman was overwhelming. There was something important about her. Even if Fae didn’t know what it was—she had to find the stranger. With her heart racing, Fae kept moving.

“Stop!” A terrible scream rang out in the darkness.

Fae’s pulse thrummed in her throat; her fangs clenched in fear. Where was she? Fae’s footsteps rang hollow as she ran, eyes searching, senses reaching out for any sign of the woman. Around her the buildings changed. Cold concrete walls penned her in. There was only one way to go. Forward.

A dim figure loomed in the distance, barely visible against the mists. Large wings unfolded, the odor of sulfur and dark rotting things made her sour stomach flip once more. The sound of tearing clothes and panicked screams met her ears. Shit.

Fae snarled, racing toward the sound of sobbing. Her boots hit the pavement, puddles of water and filth spraying out as she ran.

There was the mystery woman. Long, red hair draped over the concrete, defiled by the refuse on the ground surrounding her.

A streetlight shone bright in the foggy night air, and Fae was finally able to see the woman’s face around the creature that held the woman prisoner in its grip.

Full, red lips parted in shock as the demon’s fingers tightened around her throat. With her wide eyes brilliant and dark against her ivory complexion, it was clear she was dying. Her gaze met Fae’s, a panicked expression of recognition, and as she looked at her attacker, fear.

Fae stepped forward. “Get off her, asshole,” she hissed, taking another step forward.

The being turned its head, empty eyes staring right into her soul.

“Fae.” Its lips tilted up into a satanic grin and he turned, revealing more of the partially nude woman.

Fae startled and took a step back. “How do you know me?” Her hand felt for a blade at her side. Nothing. Dammit!

Fae would have to try and save the mystery woman with only her strength.

Her fingers brushed the oily feathers of the demon’s wings, intent on pulling it away from the girl, but instead she ended up with nothing.

Dark laughter filled the hollow passage, and in a burst of noxious smoke, the being was gone.

Fae spun on her heel trying to see where it had gone, then moved back and knelt at the woman’s side. “Red.”

“Find me,” the woman whispered, her eyes locking onto Fae’s. A delicate smile drifted across her lips as she, too, began to fade into the mist.

“No!” Fae’s heart twisted in her chest. Just when she had found her, the woman was lost yet again. “No!” Despair clogged her throat.

The shadows of the alley loomed dark as the streetlight fell dim.

***

Fae jerked awake. She lay twisted in the sheets. Her breath came in gasps as the dream faded, leaving her cold and alone in her bed. She had seen the stranger’s face. Finally.

Her dog, Jellybean, whined in the darkness and snuggled in closer, her furry black face burrowing deep under the covers.

“Red,” she whispered. “I’ll find you.”

Staring out the window into the moonless night, Fae listened as the wind whipped the trees outside into a frenzy. Something was coming. But so was she.

About the author:

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Throwback Thursday: Demon Guardians by Jessica Coulter Smith #BDSM #PNR #TBT #EroticRomance @changelingpress

For centuries they’ve stayed hidden, observing. But there’s only so much a demon can take…

 

Demon Guardians (Demon Guardians 5)

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

Demon Guardians: Sexy, seductive demons craving submission. For centuries, they’ve stayed silent, hidden, observing and interfering without being detected. Each guardian demon has a charge to watch over, and it’s always a woman. But there�s only so much a demon can take�

Bale. Alia’s a magnet for trouble. It’s time for her reckless behavior to stop, before it gets her killed.

Aleixo. Monica has terrible taste in men. Aleixo’s drawn a line, and when her current man crosses it, Aleixo will break all the rules to save her from herself.

Rorlan. He’s always been Larissa’s guardian. But now he’s claimed her heart.

Dominguez. A single night of passion with Amara, or a lifetime of love? How is a demon to choose?

Aires. He’s falling in love with Della. But what happens when two sexy as sin demons want you body and soul — and aren’t into sharing?

Publisher’s Note: This Box Set contains the previously published novellas Demon Guardians, Rorlan, Dominguez, and Aires.

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EXCERPT:

Copyright ©2014 Jessica Coulter Smith
Excerpt from Dominguez


I stood in the realm between hell and Earth, watching and waiting. I could feel Amara’s panic, but she didn’t seem to be in any harm at the moment. A paddle lay nearby and her ass was a rosy pink, so I assumed her lovers had used it on her already. I was rather surprised she’d allowed it. After being her guardian for the past seven years, I knew her preferences, and BDSM just wasn’t one of them. Neither was a menage a trois, for that matter. And yet here she was, a collar around her neck, the chain in one of her lovers’ hands. The other man stood in front of her with his cock aimed at her luscious lips. I’d fantasized once or twice about that mouth myself.

She shook her head and tried to back up, but the other man crowded her.

“Be a good slave and suck his cock,” he ordered.

I narrowed my eyes. I knew it was part of the game, but I didn’t like his tone.

She shook her head again and leaned away from the man once more. The one who seemed to be in charge jerked at the chain and hissed at her.

“You’ll do what you’re told. You’ll suck his cock and take my dick in your ass at the same time, and you’ll like it.”

I could see the fear in her eyes and knew things had gone on long enough. What may have started as innocent fun was turning into something sinister. Stepping out of the shadows, I made my presence known. It was one thing to play, but what they had in mind was something else entirely. I moved directly into their line of sight and watched as first one paled, and then the other. My blue skin and black tattoos marked me as a demon, and they recognized that fact. But if there had been any doubt, my nearly black eyes and the small horns jutting from my forehead would’ve sealed the deal.

“Release her.”

The chain dropped to the floor and Amara crawled to my side, wrapping her arms around my leg. I might be a demon, but she knew who her savior was in this instance. She made a rather pretty picture sitting at my feet with that collar around her throat. But I doubted it was an image I’d ever see again.

“I do believe she told you no,” I advised the men. “You do know what that word means, don’t you?”

“She agreed to come here with us. She knew what she was getting into,” the first one said, trying to sound braver than he was as he stood there quaking in terror.

“Obviously things were going further than she wanted. The next time a woman tells you no, you’d better listen. And don’t even think of looking at Amara again. Don’t come near her, or think about her. Is that clear?”

They both nodded adamantly.

Gathering Amara in my arms, I blinked us out of there and back to her apartment. Setting her on her feet, I ushered her into the bathroom. After starting the shower, I unfastened the collar from around her neck and tossed it in the trash. Holding out a hand, I waited until she took it.

“You need to wash their scent from your body. It will make you feel better,” I told her.

She placed a shaky hand in mine and let me assist her into the shower. I watched as she reached for the bar of soap and promptly dropped it. Falling to her knees, she tried to grab it again, but ended up letting out a sob and burying her face in her hands.

With a sigh, I disrobed and climbed in the shower with her.

Kneeling in front of her, I gently pulled her into my arms. I was a little surprised when she came willingly. I’d expected her to stiffen up or at least fight me a little, what with me being naked and all, but she seemed to trust me. I hoped I didn’t betray that trust. My hard cock was begging to find a home inside her sweet warmth, but I was doing my best to control the monster.

I tried to read her thoughts, but they were chaotic and I couldn’t quite grasp them. She was obviously still shaken from her encounter, and her mind, as well as her body, was in turmoil. There was nothing for me to do except calm and soothe her the best I could.

“They can’t harm you, Amara. You’re safe now.”

“How did you find me?” she asked. “How did you know I was in trouble?”

“I’m your guardian. I always know when you’re in trouble.”

Her brow furrowed. “Like a guardian angel?”

I chuckled. “Yes, except I’m a demon.”

“I don’t care if you’re a purple alien. You rescued me. I can only imagine what would’ve happened to me if you hadn’t come along when you did. They would’ve forced me, I’m sure. I was stupid to go with them, but it seemed like harmless fun. They didn’t seem like men who would hurt me.”

“You should never enter into something like that unless you know the person and trust them. You could’ve been seriously hurt tonight.”

She shuddered in my arms.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” I picked up the soap and placed it in her hand.

She swiped the soap down her arms in jerky movements, missing more of her skin than not. Taking the bar from her, I lathered my hands and soaped her skin, using slow, easy motions. I didn’t want to scare her. When I reached her breasts, I wasn’t sure what to do. In a normal situation, I wouldn’t hesitate, but this was far from normal.

Amara took my hands in hers and guided them over her breasts and down the valley between them. As my palms slid down her torso to her hips, her gaze flicked up to meet mine. With her eyes steady on mine, she slipped my hand between her legs. Her pussy was bare and oh so soft. I longed to taste it, to feel that smooth skin against my tongue.

Lust hit me, more mine than hers. I felt uncertainty from her, and from what little I could glean from her thoughts, she wanted reassurance that sex wasn’t about violence. I wasn’t sure what to do… give in to my desire or push her away?

Spotlight: Guardians of Atlantis (Box Set) by Michelle Miles #Atlantis #Romance #Fantasy

Guardians of Atlantis Box Set by [Miles, Michelle]

Now get the entire Guardians of Atlantis series in one complete box set! A mad scientist wants to merge human DNA with Atlantean DNA. It’s up to the Guardians of Atlantis to stop him!

Book 1: Tempting Eden
Eden wants to forget her cheating boyfriend, empty bank account and dead-end job on the sandy beaches of the Bahamas. Sabre is on a mission to bring back human females from the surface but all that changes when he sees Eden. He intends to keep her for himself…no matter the price

Book 2: Seducing Eve
Kidnapped and brought to Atlantis, Eve is desperate to escape her lab prison. Lucian’s mission is to investigate the kidnapped woman. He never expects Eve to escape the lab, wreaking havoc. Rescuing her, they’re chased into the long-deserted tunnels, trying to outrun fate and stay alive.

Book 3: Ravishing Helene
Helene is nursing a broken heart and ignoring the rebellion her brother is leading. Only when she’s captured by the enemy does she realize the peril she’s in and her importance. Raven is the only man who can rescue her from the radical scientist—as well as mend her shattered heart. Will she become part of the rebellion or suffer at the hands of supreme evil?

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EXCERPT

Sabre knocked on Helene’s door and waited for her to grant him entrance. When she didn’t he pushed it open and peered into the small confines of her apartment. In the darkness he could see shapes of her furniture strategically placed in her home. She was meticulous in her décor and he knew there wouldn’t be as much as a speck of dust on anything. He could see sunlight slashing through the cobalt waters beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows and fish swimming by as though they had not a care in the world.

Stepping inside, he closed the door and listened in the silence for some hint of life.

“Helene?”

No answer. He flipped on a light to chase away the shadows and scanned the room. Everything was in its place. The sofa sitting atop the handmade Atlantean rug, the modern art on the walls and the heavy wood coffee table and end tables. Yet there was no sign of his sister.

“Helene, are you here?”

Her bedroom door opened but still she did not emerge. She knew he was there, opened the door to let him know where she was yet didn’t come out to greet him. Balling his fists, he charged toward her bedroom…and stopped short in the entrance.

His baby sister was curled on her side on the bed with her knees drawn up to her chest. Her eyes were closed and her dark hair was fanned out on the pillow behind her. A stabbing pain slashed through his heart.

“I came to check on you,” he said.

“I don’t need you to check on me, Sabre.” Her voice was cold, unfeeling. Desolate.

He paused, not sure how to proceed. He knew she was hurting. He knew she was devastated. He also knew she would survive. She had to. She was all the family he had left. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing her too.

He didn’t want to ask about how she was feeling—he knew the answer. He also didn’t want to tell her he wanted to make sure she was all right—that would cause her more pain. She’d lost her child after all. She’d been angry and depressed since.

He’d talk to her about something else.

“I’ve been called to a special meeting with General Bastian,” he said.

“So?” She never opened her eyes. Never looked at him.

“It’s also a meeting with the president. Top secret.” That got her attention and she finally blinked open her eyes. He pressed on. “General Bastian thinks it’s about what’s happening.”

“What’s happening? You talk as though it’s nothing to be concerned about,” she snapped. “Do they even really care, Sabre?”

She sat up, her chocolate locks falling around her face. Her thin, gaunt face. He could see the shadows under her eyes and her sunken cheeks and it pained him. She was not the lively young woman of their youth he remembered. The one who looked up to him as her hero. The one who used to tease him about his fascination with humans. It was why he joined the Guardians and why he worked so hard to become General Bastian’s second-in-command.

Why he wanted to keep her safe and make sure nothing ever happened to her.

“Yes, they do. And they are concerned. That’s why they’re going to do something about it.”

“What can they do? We’re a dying race and everyone knows it.” She clutched the blanket tighter around her shoulders, shivered and laid back down. Her back was to him as though she’d shut him out already.

Sabre feared their world—the one they’d so carefully built over the last few centuries—was coming to an end. He’d known it was bad—he’d experienced it firsthand when his sister miscarried. Her husband, devastated by the loss, committed suicide. The losses had been so hard on her she’d fallen into a deep depression. One he couldn’t get her out of.

But their tragedy wasn’t unique. The women of Atlantis could seldom conceive and if they could, like his sister, they couldn’t carry the babies to term. Atlantean geneticists had determined their race had become too small for them to survive. Even his general wasn’t immune to the tragedy. His wife had lost their child.

The men and women of Atlantis would soon be extinct.

“What if they found a solution?” he asked. “What if they discovered a way to allow us to continue on? To make sure you could conceive?”

“What if who cares?” She flopped over, sat up and glared at him. “I’ve begged you for weeks now, Sabre, to get me out of here. I don’t want to stay here any longer. Can’t you understand? Take me to the surface. Leave me there. Why can’t you do that?”

“You know why I can’t.”

He clenched his fists. They’d had this argument so much it was old news. Why couldn’t she understand her place was here? Going to the surface was strictly forbidden and she knew it.

“Yeah. Duty and honor and all that shark shit.” She rolled her eyes. “Leave me alone.”

Frustration clawed through him. It took all his self-control not to grab her and shake some sense into her. Going to the surface was never a good idea. Humans weren’t stupid. They would be able to see she was not one of their kind right away by the tiny gills behind her ears. And then they would run tests and ask her questions and demand to know where she came from. Which would lead them right to the lost city of Atlantis.

Several centuries ago a human scientist found the location of Atlantis. He had come to their world and learned everything he could about them before returning to the surface. The mistake had been allowing the human scientist to return. He’d spread the word about the fabled lost city. The next thing they knew the Atlanteans were invaded by humans determined to “out” them and make the location of the secret continent known. They’d raped their women and pillaged their city, stealing artifacts to take back. That left the Atlanteans no choice but to fight back and that was when the Guardians had been formed.

“I’ll go,” Sabre said at last. “But if there’s a way for our race to survive I will do whatever necessary to make sure that happens.”

She said nothing as he turned and left her. He closed the door behind him and headed to the conference room to meet General Bastian and the president of Atlantis.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Michelle Miles believes in fairy tales, true love and magic. She is the award-winning author of the epic fantasy, IN THE TOWER OF THE WIZARD KING, as well as the fantasy romance series, REALM OF HONOR, featuring knights and their ladies fair, and the paranormal romance series, GUARDIANS OF ATLANTIS. Her love of romance began with Victoria Holt, Elswyth Thane and Daphne du Maurier. Her love of fantasy began with the lyrical stories of Patricia A. Mckillip and Anne McCaffrey. As a member of Romance Writers of America, she has served on the board of several chapters as president and treasurer.

In her spare time, she enjoys listening to music, reading, cross-stitching and watching movies. A Native Texan, she loves castles, dragons, fairies and elves and is an avid Game of Thrones and Outlander fan. She can be found online at Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest and Goodreads.

 

Throwback Thursday: Ashton Grove Werewolves #PNR #TBT #werewolves

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In the town of Ashton Grove, Georgia, a unique family lives among the townspeople.  A family of werewolves.  The Andrews brothers may start out as the only shape shifters in town, but as their family grows so does their pack.

If you enjoy werewolves, vampires, fairies, psychics, and various shape shifters, then you’ve come to the right place!  

 Welcome to Ashton Grove!

Please note that this series is available as both single stories and as a complete collection.

 

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Book One is #FREE

One hot werewolf. One determined ghost. And a woman with a choice… Will she choose the hottest werewolf of all, or the ghost of her dreams? 

Available at AmazoniTunes, and B&N

Series Reading Order

Book 1 – Moonlight Haunting

Book 2 – Moonlight Protector

Book 3 – Moonlight Hero

Book 4 – Moonlight Guardian

Book 5 – Moonlight Champion

Book 6 – Moonlight Savior

Book 7 – Moonlight Warrior

Book 8 – Moonlight Angel

Book 9 – Moonlight Drifter 

Book 10 – an Ashton Grove Thanksgiving

Book 11 – an Ashton Grove Christmas

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Ghosts. Werewolves. Psychics. Tigers. Angels. A war against demons and a battle with fairies. This is the complete Ashton Grove Werewolves collection, a total of 11 stories at over 475,000 words.

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Book Review: Kraken’s Prey by Echo Ishii #review #newrelease #LGBT #fantasy #BDSM

 

Can the Kraken convince Aristad to stop his pirate ways and love him once more?

 

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Genres: Dark Fantasy, BDSM
Themes: Shapeshifter (other), Gay
Length: 66 pages

About the Book

Pirate Aristad, Captain of the Night Witch, is always on the lookout for treasure. Knowing where his former captor, Black Death Joe, hid his loot makes it all the easier. An abandoned manor holds a secret stash, but Aristad knows it comes with a price — the treasure is guarded by a creature that is half man and half beast. It is the Kraken in one of his many forms.

Aristad can’t resist the Kraken’s pull — he gives into sexual cravings that only the Kraken can fulfill, but he knows once his first mate, Delacroix, discovers his secret, mutiny will follow. Has he made too many mistakes to return to the life he left behind, and follow Kraken into the sea?

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Review

It’s been a while since I read a pirate romance, and I loved the twist at the end about who Aristad truly was. It’s no secret from the beginning that he’s something different, but I wasn’t quite certain what. I was pleasantly surprised. Kraken was both powerful and endearing, and I fell in love with him quite easily. I was so glad they had a happily-ever-after. The story was well-written, and the descriptive writing was beautiful. Overall, I really enjoyed the story. The author pulled me in from the first page, and I couldn’t stop reading until the very end. Excellent job, Ms. Ishii!

Rating: ☆☆☆☆☆

 

I received a copy of this book from the publisher for review.

 

Spotlight: Kraken’s Prey by Echo Ishi #LGBT #Fantasy #NewRelease

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Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Genres: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Shifters, Gay

Pirate Aristad, Captain of the Night Witch, is always on the lookout for treasure. Knowing where his former captor, Black Death Joe, hid his loot makes it all the easier. An abandoned manor holds a secret stash, but Aristad knows it comes with a price — the treasure is guarded by a creature that is half man and half beast. It is the Kraken in one of his many forms.

Aristad can’t resist the Kraken’s pull — he gives into sexual cravings that only the Kraken can fulfill, but he knows once his first mate, Delacroix, discovers his secret, mutiny will follow. Has he made too many mistakes to return to the life he left behind, and follow Kraken into the sea?

Excerpt

There was no sound of footfalls or breathing, though something deep inside me told me that we were not alone down in that cellar. Even with Atlantis gone, the old gifts of my homeland told me: there was another mind out there.

“Stay here,” I commanded.

I rounded the next corner. No one followed this time. In the dim light, I stared directly at a rotted wooden door. I hesitated. It may have been a prison but whomever or whatever had been there escaped long ago.

I took several cautious steps toward the door and pushed it open.

I held my breath.

There wasn’t much to see at first, just a stone floor was covered in straw. No grisly remains. No stench of death. No splattered blood.

I let out a breath.

This room was no prison but something dwelled here. I felt the tingling in my bones.

I swung the lamp around to glance at all corners.

There they were… two large trunks pushed against the wall.

Delacroix shoved past me and stood in the middle of the room. He took one look at the treasure chests and his eyes went wide.

“Damn! It’s all ours,” he said with glee.

“Wait,” I told him.

Delacroix turned to me.

“There’s a fortune in front of us,” he hissed at me.

“Exactly. Two trunks filled with treasure just sitting there,” I said.

I turned to the others who’d joined us in the room. They all stared wide-eyed, greed written across their faces.

“Before you touch it, ask yourselves why unguarded treasure has stayed here all this time?”

That made them stop. Pirates are a suspicious lot. We all knew that gold didn’t sit there for the taking unless there was a price to be paid.

“I’d listen to your captain if I were you,” came a deep, dark voice out of the shadows.

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About Echo

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.

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