Trinity and Jeff by Kate Hill #ParanormalRomance #UrbanFantasy @katehillromance

Trinity and Jeff (Wild Witches of Beaver Bay 3)

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Denying her love for her childhood friend, Jeff, Trinity visits her family’s ancestral land, believing the Wild family magic has called her there to meet her soulmate. Instead she finds danger at every turn, but she won’t have to face it alone.

Jeff has loved Trinity his whole life, but settled for friendship after she broke his heart on prom night. Now this soldier turned firefighter faces the supernatural to protect Trinity and convince her once and for all that they belong together.

 

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Trinity Wild wasn’t sure why she indulged in expectations. All her life she had imagined how it would feel if and when the family magic called her to their ancestral land in the woods of New Hampshire. Somehow, she thought it would wipe out any desire she felt for someone other than her intended life partner. To her frustration, that wasn’t happening.

Yes, she was on her way to meet her soulmate. Of course she was excited and curious. Without doubt, the magic calling her was almost irresistible. The problem was, she wanted to resist it. She and her best friend Jeff had been hanging out at the beach. As usual, they were simply basking in a day off, enjoying comfortable conversation with long lags of silence that came from a connection shared by two people who had known each other forever.

Trinity and Jeff had been friends since pre-school. They had grown up as close as siblings. Her family even called him an honorary Wild. In high school, they had dated other people, but Trinity had sworn she would never enter a real relationship with anyone until the family magic guided her to her soulmate. Jeff and Trinity had even gone to the prom with separate dates, but ended up leaving with each other when their own dates flirted more with others than with them. It didn’t matter. Trinity would rather be with Jeff than with anyone else. It was on prom night, however, that their entire world changed. Jeff told her flat out that he wanted to move their relationship to the next level.

Despite a strong desire to accept Jeff’s offer, Trinity knew it would be a mistake. If they stayed friends, she would be free to answer the call of her soulmate, but if they upgraded, she would never want to leave Jeff. She already loved him more than she should. Jeff would understand.

Yes, he’d backed off — so far that he joined the army. Even then, they had kept in touch. Several years later, after an honorable discharge, Jeff returned home and became a firefighter. Trinity had expected him to get married and have kids. It wouldn’t be easy to watch, but she wanted him to be happy. Jeff told her he wasn’t ready for that, and she had been concerned that he still might have romantic feelings for her. Yet he never mentioned dating again, and hadn’t tried to kiss her on the mouth since that prom night so long ago.

It wasn’t that Trinity didn’t find him attractive. He wasn’t traditionally handsome — his face was sort of rugged, but incredibly sexy. He had intense, perceptive dark eyes and a gorgeous body — tall and muscular without being overly bulky. He reminded her of a great cat — lithe and powerful. She wasn’t exactly sure when she’d starting thinking about him in that way — probably sometime during their senior year in high school. Back then, he’d been tall and gangly, but already showing signs of the powerful man who returned home from the army.

Trinity shook her head and reminded herself that now more than ever she and Jeff would never be anything more than friends. She focused on driving her jeep down the stretch of dirt road leading through the woods to the cabin that had been in her family since 1883. In the past, many members of the Wild family had been powerful witch warriors who had dedicated their lives to battling supernatural threats. Jude and Ruth Wild had built the cabin and placed a blessing on the land on which it stood. Since then, whenever a member of the Wild family felt a peculiar warmth that called them to the cabin, they invariably met their soulmate.

Now it was Trinity’s turn.

 

More from Kate Hill at Changeling Press …

Always a fan of romance and the paranormal, I started writing over twenty years ago. My first story was accepted for publication in 1996. Since then I’ve written over one hundred short stories, novellas and novels. I love to blend genres. I also love horror and a happily ever after, so if you’re looking for romance with witches, aliens, vampires, angels, demons, shapeshifters and more, there’s a good chance you’ll find something to your taste here.

When I’m not writing, I enjoy reading, watching horror and action movies, working out and spending time with my family and pets.  I love hearing from readers, so feel free to leave a comment at my blog or connect with me on Twitter.

 

My Two Front Fangs by Emily Carrington #UrbanFantasy #holidaystories #Christmas #LGBT #GayRomance

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As the holidays approach, Luis and Charlie are looking forward to spending time together. But after Charlie’s mother commits suicide, a whole host of problems arise to threaten Charlie and Luis’s marriage. Can the healing promise of Christmas save them?

 

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“All I want for Solstice is my two front fangs… so I can bite you on the ass.”

Luis was singing under his breath but some of the other trackers probably heard him. Ethan would; he was a werewolf. Wind Child might; he was an elemental and who knew what kind of powers he did or didn’t have? Garrett didn’t have sharp ears, although his eyes were keen as a hawk’s so maybe he saw Luis’s mouth moving and could read his lips. As for Pierce, he probably missed everything, human that he was.

Except it was Pierce who said, “Whatever you’re muttering over there, Delgado, keep it to yourself, would you?”

“If you can’t tell what it is, why does it bother you?”

“Because everyone else is snickering and I hate being left out of the joke.”

“I’ll share,” Pierce’s tracker partner, Garrett, said. “Although it’s nothing to write home about, just kindergarten humor.” And he repeated Luis’s song, his voice rich and melodious.

Under the cover of Garrett’s singing, Ethan muttered, “I thought you’d be singing ‘I’ll Be Home for Christmas’.”

“Only if I actually knew my Life Dancer was going to be home. ‘Home in my dreams’ is not my idea of a happy ending to all this waiting.” His beloved, Charlie, alpha above all alphas, had been gone more often than he was home lately. “Putting out fires,” was how Charlie put it.

In addition to playing negotiator/firefighter, Charlie had been seeking… well, permission wasn’t the right word. Neither was approval. He wanted to practice shifting from human to wolf. Being a half werewolf, he’d been under the impression, as all the wolves in North America were, that only full-blooded werewolves could change to four-legged guise. And then the research came down: half wolves weren’t subject to the call of the moon, required to change when that heavenly orb was full, but they could still change at will.

With practice.

The alphas below Charlie, although they had no true say over what he did or didn’t do, had kicked up a mighty stink about their leader risking his life. Because while the change was possible, no one knew exactly how dangerous it would be.

Luis was confident that Charlie would be okay. Wasn’t shifting only dangerous for pups who weren’t strong enough because of their age or constitution?

His cell phone buzzed. Luis tended to keep it in the top drawer of his desk because the buzzing seemed loud to his psychic vampire ears. Now he drew it out and glanced at the screen casually, most of his attention still on Ethan, who was looking at him sympathetically.

Tilthos Charles: Be there in ten minutes. Meet you upstairs.

Luis almost dropped the phone.

“What is it?” asked Pierce, the nosy bastard.

Luis saw by Ethan’s face that he didn’t need to ask; Luis’s tracker partner was sharp, particularly when it came to reading those closest to him.

Luis got up, set his cell on the desk, and headed for the door.

“Trouble?” Pierce asked, getting to his feet.

“Doesn’t look like it,” Garrett said. “Let him go.”

Luis started for the stairs at a brisk walk. One did not run in SearchLight headquarters, even if said headquarters was small and considered a “backwater” by the rest of the organization.

He grinned. His Life Dancer was here, in this building, or very nearly.

Luis strode out of the stairwell and into the antechamber of the director’s office. He smiled at the secretary, the mother of one of the Tilthos Pack’s members. He addressed her in Spanish, his native language and hers. “Good morning,” he said in his mother tongue. “How are you this morning?”

She smiled. She’d been treating him like a son since moving to the United States to be closer to her daughter. “Good morning, Luis, my son. Do you need to see Agent Shalling?”

“Nope. Tilthos Charles is back.” He was careful to call his Charlie “Tilthos Charles” whenever he spoke of him, and his cell phone said his mate’s title and full name. Nicknames were verboten among the werewolves. The only reason Charlie was “Charlie” to Luis was because he’d been cursed with the nickname when he was young as a sign of disrespect, and he’d claimed it as a name of power. He was Charlie to himself and always would be. And he was Charlie to his nearest and dearest, at least the wolves who could get over themselves and their sense of propriety enough to recognize that calling him Charlie wasn’t a slur. At least not in their alpha’s mind.

“He’s not here yet,” Luis was told.

He nodded. “I know. I just wanted to be waiting when he finally arrives.”

The door to the director’s office opened and Agent Andrea Shalling stepped out. As always when she saw Luis, she looked as if she’d been sucking on a lemon. “What is the purpose of all this noise?”

Luis, cognizant of his role as Charlie’s mate and yet his lesser status as a tracker rather than a member of the leadership, asked, “Will you speak with me privately, Agent Shalling?”

She sighed. “All right.” She walked back into the director’s, into Charlie’s, office.
Luis followed. When the door was closed, he approached her and, keeping his voice low, said, “Calling another language ‘noise’ is disrespectful.”

She flushed. “I wasn’t calling Spanish noise, but your loud voice is, Agent Delgado.”

Luis could have cheerfully decked her. Instead, he announced, “Tilthos Charles will be here momentarily.”

Her eyes widened for the briefest instant. Then she said, her voice casual, “I wonder why he didn’t text or call me.”

Luis hid a smirk.

There was the muffled sound of tapping, like hard-soled shoes on tile and conversation outside the door, and then the knob turned.

Charlie, looking both tired and exultant, walked in. In his left hand was a briefcase. In his right was his white cane. He smiled at Andrea and walked to Luis. In front of God and everybody, he kissed Luis.

And kissed him.

And kissed him.

 

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A Changeling for All Seasons Vol. 10 #PNR #UrbanFantasy #holidaybooks #Romance

A Changeling For All Seasons 10 (Changeling Seasons (ebook) 10)

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

Ten tales of Christmas Magic from your favorite Changeling authors.

Oops! by Anne Kane: When Stephanie, Jackie and Caroline kidnapped the wrong man, bondage, obedience classes and more are needed to make sure there’s a Merry Christmas this year!

Gift of a Lifetime by Ana Raine: More than just a handsome face, Logan proves to be exactly the Master Ryo has been waiting for…

Mistletoe and Masks by Angela Knight: From rescuing a ten-year-old from an evil Santa to celebrating a BDSM Christmas, superheroes Lock and Ultra explore discipline, dominance and the kinky way…

Santa’s Reject by Lily Vega: A scratch from Cupid’s arrow infuses Beryl with Christmas spirit and saddles her with a mad crush on her new boss, Killian — a.k.a. the Tooth Fairy.

Candy Caned by Kiernan Kelly: Stephen, a Dom who knows Daniel better than anyone else, understands exactly what Daniel needs this Christmas.

Ribbons and Bows by Marteeka Karland: It may take more than ribbons and bows to tie his woman to his side, but Samson’s up for the challenge. The rest? That’s up to Jerrica.

Under the Mistletoe by Saloni Quinby: Only by working together can Leland and Vilek hope to survive Christmas Eve and find a love neither expected.

Visions of Sugarplums by Sara Jay: Will Heath take a chance once Sugarplum brings him a pretty Christmas present he can’t resist?

Christmas Party by Shelby Morgen: When the two IT people voted least likely to ever get a date collide at Cherie’s office Christmas party, is the chemistry they share enough to make up for all the reasons they’ve been determined to stay single?

Santa’s Slay by Stephanie Burke: Jack Frost does not nip… he bites — and bites hard. Peter’s learning that being naughty can be so nice.

 

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Praise for Gift of a Lifetime (Yule Tied) 

“If you like stories with a touch of holiday spirit, if you want to watch two men with opposite and complementary desires find each other’s match, and if you’re looking for a read that is very hot almost from the start, then you might like this short story.”

— Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews
Praise for Santa’s Reject (Yule Tied) 

“There were so many creative touches in this tale. Everything from the names of certain characters to the economic value of the teeth that Killian collected had clearly been thought out carefully. I grinned every time the protagonist drew my attention to yet another funny pop culture reference that had been tucked away in a description or conversation These little surprises made it so much fun to read.”

— Astilbe, Long and Short Reviews
Praise for Under the Mistletoe (Yule Tied) 

“A paranormal Christmas story! Just recently I was commenting that they are so rare, so it was great to come across another one so soon. And with a mix of supernatural creatures, some evil demons intent to do harm, and lots of danger this is quite the holiday adventure.”

— Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews
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Spirits of Christmas by Kate Hill #PNR #UrbanFantasy #christmas #holidaybooks #giveaway

Spirits of Christmas (Wild Witches of Beaver Bay 2)

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Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

On Christmas Eve twenty-five years ago, a brutal murder was committed at the house where Christa Wild works as a live-in maid. When the other servants leave for the holiday this year she stays behind, hoping that any spirits dwelling there will help her regain the psychic power she lost. She’s surprised when the intriguing but disturbed owner of the house appears several days before Christmas.

Action star Joel Connor has kept a terrible secret for most of his life. Despite his success as an athlete and actor, he is plagued by flashbacks of a gruesome attack that destroyed his family. This Christmas, Joel returns to the house where it happened to face the ghosts of the past, but finds he is not alone.

Joel and Christa are instantly attracted, but will his psychological state prevent them from finding peace and love?

 

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FROM THE AUTHOR…

Whenever I write the first draft of a story, I listen to music that in my mind becomes the soundtrack to the book. Since Spirits of Christmas is set during the holiday season, I listened to Christmas music when I wrote the first draft. This is the playlist I had when I sat down to write Joel and Christa’s story:

Mary Did You Know

Feliz Navidad

A Spaceman Came Traveling

Do You Hear What I Hear

Carol of the Bells

The story is a paranormal Christmas-themed romance, but it also involves murder and a hero dealing with fear. Some of the music I listened to was dramatic and some was for light-hearted moments in the story. It was fun to surround myself with Christmas before December even arrived!

Happy Holidays!

Kate

 

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Frost created intricate shapes on the window overlooking the snow-covered front yard of the spacious suburban house where Christa worked. For the past month, she’d been a live-in maid, even though it wasn’t her real vocation — or it least it hadn’t been until an accident changed her path in life. Maybe changed wasn’t accurate. She intended to return to her former profession, but before she could do that, she needed to either recapture the gift she’d lost or reinvent herself. Each path presented its own challenges.

She turned her gaze back to her cell phone that lay on the desk and listened to her mother.

“Christa, you’re sure you won’t change your mind and come home for Christmas?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to, Mom, but you know why I have to stay here.”

“At least let us come and spend the holidays with you. Your father and I don’t like the idea of you being alone in that particular house.”

“There’s nothing wrong with the house.”

“If spirits are there, they’re not happy. It might be dangerous for you.”

“How can I explain to you that I know I’m supposed to be here? I’ll be fine.”

“Christa, when your gift was working –”

“Mom!”

“Just hear me out. When your gift was working, I trusted that you knew where you should be and what you could handle, but it’s not back, is it? So far, you haven’t contacted any spirits in that house.”

“Then if my gift is gone, spirits can’t hurt me, right? Mom, I’ve made my decision. I want to stay, and I don’t want you or any member of the family to come here. Remember, it’s not my house. I might get fired if I have overnight guests.”

“Who would know? You said the other servants have already left for the holidays. Your employer offers two weeks paid vacation at Christmas. Anyone would take advantage of it.”

“Anyone who didn’t take the job specifically because of what happened here on Christmas Eve twenty-five years ago. That’s not me.”

“You’re a grown woman and we can’t force you to do the right thing, but you’re being foolish. You’re alone in a house where a terrible crime was committed. Christa, please come home. If any spirits lurking there want to contact you, they can do it at any time — like when the rest of the staff returns.”

“Mom, I’ll be fine. If I feel something is wrong, I’ll leave.”

“If you need anything, please call. We’ll come right away.”

“I will. Love you.”

“We love you, too.”

Sighing, Christa turned off her phone, leaned back in the chair, and gazed out the window again. Snow fell faster and thicker. She missed her family, and being away at Christmas would be hard, but she also missed her gift. Her family had been incredibly supportive when she’d lost it after the accident eight months ago. They’d helped her through depression, anger, and frustration. They’d put up with mood swings and had always been there to listen. When she’d learned about a job opening at a house where a family had been brutally murdered, she had applied immediately. It was as if the job called her, similar to the sensations that accompanied her gift. She couldn’t deny the pull.

Now, as Christmas Eve approached with no sign of any spirits, her hope waned. Her mother was right. If she was meant to contact spirits here, surely they would have connected by now. Yet maybe if she waited for the anniversary of the murders, any spirits in the house would be stronger.

“Just because I’m alone at Christmas doesn’t mean I can’t celebrate.” Christa stood, pocketed her phone, and turned on the lights to the small plastic Christmas tree that stood near the desk in her room.

This morning she’d bought it and several other decorations at a local discount store. She’d even made a wreath and hung it on the front door. Now she was about to bake Christmas cookies.

Not only would keeping a festive spirit help her through the holiday without her family, but maybe if the house experienced some warmth after so many cold Christmases, any ghosts in it might be encouraged to engage with her.

She slid a bit on the polished hardwood floor in the long corridor leading to the stairs.
“Shoot.” She stopped to tug off her fuzzy socks before jogging back to her room to put on yoga socks with rubber bottoms.

The winding staircase led to a spacious foyer. The aroma of apple pie, supplied by Christa’s trusty wax warmer, wafted through the house. To the right, she leaned through an archway into the large, dark living room and switched on the light. At night, that room in particular gave her the creeps. She’d placed a few decorations around, hoping to make it a bit cheerier, but even the reindeer and elves seemed to glare at her with their painted eyes. She stepped in and turned on the electric candles in the windows. That was a little better.

In the kitchen down the hall, Christa took her phone out of her pocket, placed it on the counter, and turned on her favorite music app. She selected her Christmas play list and soon she was singing along with carols while mixing cookie dough.

Before long, she had a batch in the oven. The scent of warm chocolate filled the kitchen. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply.

“Mmm. Can’t wait for those to be finished, but in the meantime –” She sat at the table, pulled out her red glitter pen, and wrote notes in her Christmas cards. She’d mail them tomorrow and her family should get them in time for the holiday.

What was that?

She looked up from her cards, paused her music, and strained to listen. Had that been a car door closing?

“You’re getting paranoid, Christa. Get a grip, girl.”

Even if there was a car thief, in this neighborhood they wouldn’t go for her little economy car, but one of the pricey ones parked in front of the other huge houses down the street.

She nearly resumed the music app, but something didn’t feel right. Instead, she pocketed her phone, reached for the nearby frying pan, and stood. On her way to the foyer, her heart pounded. Was this how it happened to those poor people all those years ago? Had they heard their killer approach, or had he taken them totally by surprise?

The key turned in the door. Christa furrowed her brow. Only other members of staff had a key. Someone must have forgotten something and returned for it.

“Hello?” Christa tried to sound firm. “Who’s there? I’m warning you, I’m armed.”

“Then I’m calling the cops, because you’re trespassing on my property.”

That calm, precise male voice wasn’t familiar to Christa, yet for some strange reason, she recognized it. She had never met the owner of the house, but she knew that he neither lived in nor rented it. Was it possible that he had decided to visit today? If so, he probably hadn’t expected any servants to be here. They were supposed to be on Christmas vacation.

“How do I know you’re the owner?”

The door burst open, slamming into Christa and knocking her onto the wooden floor. She landed, her scream turning to a grunt. Her frying pan flew from her hand and landed out of reach. Cold wind and snow swirled around the slim man in a black coat and gloves who stood over her. Ice crystals covered his sleek, dark hair. A fierce expression on his angular face, he glanced around the foyer. Blue-gray eyes, like slivers of crystal, glanced from Christa to the frying pan. Not only did he sound familiar, but he looked familiar, too.

“Is that your weapon?” He didn’t smile, but she sensed his amusement. “I think if I were in the kitchen, I’d have picked up a knife instead, but whatever.” He held up his keys. “Like I said, I own the house. What’s your excuse for being here?”

 

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Kate Hill (Also writing as Saloni Quinby)

Always a fan of romance and the paranormal, I started writing over twenty years ago. My first story was accepted for publication in 1996. Since then I’ve written over one hundred short stories, novellas and novels. I love to blend genres. I also love horror and a happily ever after, so if you’re looking for romance with witches, aliens, vampires, angels, demons, shapeshifters and more, there’s a good chance you’ll find something to your taste here.

When I’m not writing, I enjoy reading, watching horror and action movies, working out and spending time with my family and pets.  I love hearing from readers, so feel free to leave a comment at my blog or connect with me on Twitter.

 

 

A Changeling for All Seasons Vol 8 #PNR #UrbanFantasy #shifters #werewolves

A Changeling For All Seasons 8 (Print) (Changeling Seasons (Print) 8)

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

Twelve tales of Seasonal Magic from your favorite Changeling authors!

Santa’s Clause by J. Hali Steele: Breaking Bad with Santa is so damn good!

Strange Bedfellows by Julia Talbot: One dentist Elf. Two lumberjacks. A Christmas deadline. Peppermint can’t even cool them off.

Shifter’s Challenge by Megan Slayer: Time to see what magic Christmas has in store for Steve, a black cat shifter, and Landon the Elf

Oh My Deer by Saloni Quinby: Will the sexy reindeer shifter Jake rescued return on Christmas, or disappear forever?

A Reckless Gift by Ayla Ruse: Rec thrives on command. Lacy, chaos. When the two come together, they burn bright as the North Star…

Naughty, Naughty by Lily Vega: Maisy wants Santa’s Elf, Zed, and the special toy he crafted for naughty girls, all to herself.

Bad Elf, No Candy Cane by Sean Michael: Sent to bring Syllabub back to the Pole, Power decides he’d rather play games with the Elf.

Quality Control by Tuesday Morrigan: Maya, head of Quality Control, never expects to be at the mercy of St. Nick’s nephew’s wicked magic.

Xander by Ana Raine: Can Xander and Walter the Elf find their own Christmas magic right here at home?

Puppy Love by Anne Kane: Who can resist a stubborn werewolf with a wicked sense of humor?

Letting Go by Sara Jay: Jack Frost is after the Snow Queen’s heart, and this winter he may just get his Christmas wish.

Wrapped In A Bow by Isabella Jordan: Discipline is tough — even in Santa’s Workshop.

Publisher’s Note: The novellas in A Changeling For All Seasons 8 (Box Set) have been previously published.

 

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Praise for A Changeling For All Seasons 8 (Box Set)

“A bunch of my favorite erotic authors got together & wrote a bunch of red-hot Christmas stories. They are erotic, interesting, different, irreverent, magical & I couldn’t put it down. I wanted to learn more about the characters & the happily ever afters. With this bunch of writers, though, we know were going to keep getting more stories, so we take these little tastes of fun & games, & enjoy them, eager to move on to the next one in the series.”

— 5 Stars from Alberta, Manic Reviews

 


Praise for Santa’s Clause

“I laughed while reading this book but I also loved how I could feel the emotions between these two characters coming off the page. Humor, hot sex, and two characters who are so easy to love because they seem so real.”

— 5 Stars from Barb, Drue’s Random Chatter Reviews

Praise for Shifter’s Challenge

“There was definite chemistry between them… enough to keep me rooting for them until the end. Perfect to enjoy with some hot cocoa. “

— Breann, The Romance Reviews

“…if you’re looking for a short, fun read with some humorous chasing-down followed by hot man-on-man loving, then you might like this short story.”

— Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews

Praise for Oh My Deer

“Set in the snowy wilds of Alaska, this story made me smile… there is more than a touch of magic to this version of Santa and his reindeer. If you like stories with a bit of paranormal magic thrown in, if you enjoy reading about two men who may seem to be an unlikely couple but turn out to be each other’s perfect match, and if you’re looking for a fun, entertaining read in a Christmas setting, then you might like this short story.”

— Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews

A Changeling for All Seasons Vol 6 #PNR #UrbanFantasy #christmasstories #romancebooks

A Changeling For All Seasons 6 (Print) (Changeling Seasons (Print) 6)

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

Eight tales of Seasonal Magic from your favorite Changeling authors…

Epiphany by Mychael Black: Ryan’s going to show the gorgeous Elven waiter that Christmas means a whole lot more than crowds and stress.

Aliens Stole the Frozen Turkey by Ashlynn Monroe: Betty Jean never imagined she’d spend her Christmas Eve searching for three tiny alien tumblers with the sexiest ringmaster in the galaxy.

Valentine’s Ghost by Alice Gaines: Agnes claims to be Phyllis’s fairy ghostmother, and she’s going to take Phyllis to Valentines past, present, and future. Will one of the visions turn out to be a keeper?

Zarakion’s Tip by Ayla Ruse: Zarakion gives Taryn, the new delivery Elf, a tip that’ll have her scrambling to return to the drop point again and again.

Mistletoe Mistakes by Jocelyn Michel: MJ’s mistletoe missteps keep piling up, and she begins to wonder if they’re really mistletoe miracles in disguise.

Lupercalian Feast by Silvia Violet: Julianne retreats to her family’s mountain cabin to spend Valentine’s weekend alone, she finds an orgy in full swing.

A Halloween Tale by Stephanie Burke: She’s almost ready to give in to the darkness when an angel of mercy with a body made for sin comes to her aid.

Christmas Elves Are Ringing by Sean Michael: Joey’s having a tantrum of epic proportions. Can Bane work his magic in time to make sure Santa’s sleigh is full this year?

 

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Praise for Epiphany 

“…a feel-good, sexy, holiday romance that left this reader with a smile and a contented feeling at the end of the story. Lovely and heartfelt, Epiphany really captured the hope and joy of the season. Highly Recommended!”

— 4.25 Kisses from Gabbi, Top 2 Bottom Reviews
Praise for Aliens Stole the Frozen Turkey 

“Ms. Monroe gives the reader an interplanetary union with lots of humor. Betty’s Christmas adventure gives new meaning to first contact with an alien race.”

— 4.5 Stars from Candy, Sensual Reads
Praise for Valentine’s Ghost  “Valentine’s Ghost is as hot as it is funny… Packed with steamy sex, Alice Gaines writes a story that will entertain and leave you satisfied.”

— Erys, Joyfully Reviewed

A Changeling for All Seasons Vol. 4 #holidaybooks #Christmas #romancebooks #PNR

A Changeling For All Seasons 4 (Print) (Changeling Seasons (Print) 4)

Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

Eight  tales of Christmas Magic from your favorite Changeling authors!

Dawg-Napped! by Anne Kane: Comet’s decided the cute little prairie dawg Cyndi is just what Bruce needs to cuddle up with him in his North Pole cottage.

Stray Urges by Lacey Savage: Memories made between the sheets, under the mistletoe and beneath the hard body of a devoted mate can never truly be forgotten.

An Orgasm for Christmas by Marteeka Karland: Rose knows exactly what she wants for Christmas — the biggest screaming orgasm the Magical Forest has ever seen!

Bound for Christmas by Sean Michael: Luke has been lusting over Jenny and Greg and he’s more than willing to let her wrap him up as the best Christmas present ever.

Just Wink by Bryl R. Tyne: How hard could donning a Christmassy green Speedo and pretending for thirty seconds to savor a giant candy cane be, anyway?

Christmas in the Zone by Isabella Jordan: Two guys, two gals, and an aphrodisiac under the tree. Can Rick keep up until Maddox and Madeline find an antidote?

Make the Yuletide Gay by Lena Austin: Beware the cowboy bearing gifts — who may make Dr. Gary Lord’s Yuletide much gayer than he’d planned.

Tails N Scales by Tuesday Richards: What is a prairie dawg to do when a family of gator shifters asks him to dinner?

 

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Praise for An Orgasm for Christmas

“I loved this enchanting, erotic, quick read. This sweet and spicy romantic winter treat will definitely melt your winter blues.”

5 Hearts! — Theresa Joseph, The Romance Studio

 

Praise for Bound for Christmas 

“Gloriously naughty, Bound for Christmas showcases a sex scene the reader will be begging to recreate in the real world.”

— Nightshade, Whipped Cream Reviews

 

Praise for Just Wink

“If you want a book that’s got heat and heart, then you need to read Sugarplum #5: Just Wink.”

— Tiger Lily, Whipped Cream Reviews