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

 

 

 

 

Tactical Difficulties by Emily Carrington #ActionAdventure #UrbanFantasy #PNR #LGBTQ #interracial #shifters

Tactical Difficulties (Lady Troubles 3)

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Angela Knight

 

Work and pregnancy are driving Sonya crazy. Her mate’s concern about her well-being isn’t helping because that concern takes the form of overprotectiveness. But when Sonya is kidnapped, she finds strength in herself and her mating bond that she never knew existed.

 

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2019 Emily Carrington

Maxine stared at her mate. Sonya was lovely, of course, with her cocoa dark skin and cap of short, kinky, beautifully natural hair. Her skin was two or three shades lighter than Maxine’s and her eyes were a breathtaking honey brown. She was even more attractive today because her gaze shone out with triumph.

But how could she feel that way? The LGBTQ psychic werewolves were being discriminated against. Just like always. And this time, it was their own leader who was doing it. And Sonya might be human, not a werewolf like Maxine, but didn’t she understand the plight of her pack family? Her eros, meaning LGBTQ, pack family?

“Tilthos Charles is giving the basilisks permission to overlook us,” she said slowly and rather more loudly than she meant to. “Sonya, don’t you understand that? He’s saying, ‘sure, ignore and belittle a subsection of my people. That’s just fine.’ And you’re sitting there… smiling!”

Sonya’s grin became a smirk. “It sounds like you’re gainsaying the alpha above all alphas.”

Maxine started to speak. “Okay,” she said carefully, “that is what it sounded like. But he’s not here to listen in and…” She shook her head, her braids thumping gently against her shoulders. “What I really don’t get is why you’re happy about it.”

“Because, quite frankly, my dear, it won’t last. The basilisks want to shoot themselves in the foot by not including the most willing participants in their little genetic experiment? When all the packs in North America were polled, it was the eros packs who responded most positively to giving their DNA. All werewolves should respond favorably because learning about basilisk reproduction could conceivably help werewolves carry pups more easily. But if the straight wolves are reluctant because of tradition or secrets or secret traditions? And if the basilisks only want straight DNA?” She laughed. “Let them fuck themselves over.”

Now Maxine saw the joke and she chuckled. Then she asked her beloved, “Will you make love to me?”

Sonya’s eyes widened playfully and her humor was replaced with a devilish look. “How fast can you get undressed?”

It actually took a few minutes because as Maxine removed each article of clothing, shoes and socks, jeans shorts, bikini panties, and skintight T-shirt, Sonya wanted to stroke the newly exposed skin.

Maxine paused dramatically before taking off her bra and fake boobs. Maxine was a transgender wolf, a male to female that would have been called a transwoman if she’d been human. She thought of herself as female, even at the times when her cock ruled her head, because she was not a guy no matter how she’d been born. She’d figured out her transgender self when her name was Maximillian and that little kid had been seven. This had been a good century before the word “transgender” was even in use.

They were at a pause, with Maxine’s fake boobs on the nightstand. Maxine tried to push past the memories, but Sonya had already seen something was up. She’d stopped her striptease and was patting the bed next to her, inviting Maxine to sit.

Feeling foolish, she sat. “I’m sorry. I just… drifted.”

“Tell me?” Sonya offered softly. And she took Maxine’s hands.

Maxine looked down at the beauty of their two skin tones. It was sort of like looking at a wood carving. Somehow majestic even as it was soothing. Also, this time with Sonya was undeniably theirs, something no one could take away.

“I don’t want to waste –” she began.

“Hush. Time with you is never wasted.”

Maxine eased beneath that gentle murmur. “I don’t usually give a shit about my penis and balls,” she said. “And I don’t really now, except that they made you pregnant.”

Sonya waited.

That was one of the things Maxine loved about her. Leaning forward, she kissed her mate, slipping her tongue into Sonya’s warm and welcoming mouth. When she had the strength to go on, she sat back. “I don’t regret our coming pups. Never think it. But I’m feeling sort of guilty for the sperm that took over your body.”

Sonya grinned but she sounded absolutely serious when she said, “I love you for saying so, Maxine. You’re such a woman when you say things like that.” She did laugh then. “And here I thought I wasn’t a lesbian.” She rested a hand on Maxine’s thigh and then ran one finger up the half erect shaft between Maxine’s legs.

Maxine shuddered with pleasure.

“I’m so lucky to have a trans wolf with a female’s heart, a male’s parts, and a warrior’s spirit in my bed. Don’t regret what I’m glad happened.” She colored a little, and then she stood. “Now, will you let me finish stripping for my mate? She’s made me wet and I want to lose my underwear.”

 

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A Changeling for All Seasons Vol. 3 #holidaybooks #romancebooks

A Changeling For All Seasons 3 (Print) (Changeling Seasons (Print) 3)

Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

Eight tales of Christmas Magic from your favorite Changeling authors!

Fire and Ice by Lacey Savage: When Elle’s best friend asks for a favor on Christmas Eve,she learns there’s more than frozen yogurt in the walk-in freezer.

Frost Bite by Tuesday Morrigan: The Fates give Julian three days with Jacklyn. Three days to change the course of history.

Sophie’s Present by Anne Kane: Dandy knows just what to do to make Sophie’s Christmas the merriest ever.

Summoning by Leila Brown: Johnathan’s crazy college roommate sends him a Christmas present with a set of instructions…

Suspicious Surprises by Camille Anthony: Only true love will guide two lovers through this Christmas minefield of suspicious surprises.

His Guardian Angel by Kate Hill: Angel is the only one who can tame Gannon’s beast, giving him the greatest Christmas gift of his life.

Satisfaction Guaranteed by Kira Stone: Ambrose, a Changeling, is eager to help Thomas with his quality control problem…

Haulin’ Hawg by Lena Austin: BD has plans that involve bungee cords and a motorcycle to prove his love.

 

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Praise for Fire and Ice

“This is a story that is different and unique. Readers and fans of Lacey Savage will recognize her flair for the erotic. This is a hot, hot story and is sure to melt the panties off the reader. But, Ms. Savage also has the knack of telling a good story that captivates with twists and turns and surprises.”

Five Hearts! — Valerie, Love Romances

 

Praise for Frost Bite

“This is a wonderful story of love reclaimed, and new beginnings. There is a happy ever after that these two really deserve, and a surprising new beginning for them as well. The heat level in this one is off the charts, and is the perfect warm up for a cold night.”

— Holly, Whipped Cream Reviews

 

Praise for Sophie’s Present

“Anne Kane definitely reinforces the holiday spirit with this little gem of a story and reinforces the idea that while being good is its own reward, being naughty can also be very titillating.”

4.5 Blue Ribbons! — Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies

 

 

 

A Changeling for All Seasons #1 – multi-author #UrbanFantasy #PNR #Christmas

A Changeling For All Seasons 1 (Print) (Changeling Seasons 10)

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

 

Ten unforgettable Erotic Tales to warm your nights and keep you in holiday spirits all year long!

Angela Knight – A Vampire Christmas
Sahara Kelly – A Christmas Pageant
Judy Mays – Jingle Balls
Marteeka Karland – Sealed With A Kiss
Kate Douglas – My Valentine
Shelby Morgen – Changeling
Willa Okati – Elven Enchantment
Kate Hill – Jolene’s Pooka
Lacey Savage – Chemistry to Burn
Shelby Morgen – Troll Under The Bridge

Filled with the unexpected, A Changeling For All Seasons offers something to savor for every palate. From humorous to magical, from Christmas to St. Patrick’s Day to the 4th of July, these stories are alight with unbridled lust, sensuous passion, and hot, hot sex, guaranteed to entangle your senses and leave you breathless.

 

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Excerpt from A Vampire Christmas
Angela Knight
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Copyright ©2010 by Angela Knight

Amelia Patton clattered up the beige stairs of the apartment complex, the plastic dress bag hooked over one shoulder. It had been a long shift at the hospital, but the prospect of showing David her purchase had put a bounce back in her step. The gown was every little girl’s fairytale dream — seed pearls, white lace, and yards and yards of satin skirt, with a train that would reach halfway down the church aisle. The lace veil alone had her inner eight-year-old sighing in bliss.

Clutching her precious dress with one hand, she juggled the keys until she found the right one and inserted it into the lock. The door swung open, revealing the living room that had made real strides in livability over the past two months. When she’d first moved in, David’s furniture had consisted of a couch he’d bought at Goodwill and a really tacky table made from a cable spool. The big screen television and entertainment center were worth more than all the rest of the furniture in the apartment. God love the man, he was too butch for taste.

Amelia had coaxed him into replacing the castoffs with a lovely cream living room set, colorful pastel sketches, and a pretty floor lamp with a stained glass shade. She made good money as a nurse, she argued. They could afford it.

“Honey, I’m home!” God, she loved saying that.

No answer. She frowned. It was well after midnight; David would be home from his shift with the Atlanta Police. Unless something had happened… A frisson of fear slid up her spine, but she forced it away. “Hey, Dave! I went by the mall on my dinner break and picked up that gown I told you about. Wait ’til you see it…”

The bedsprings creaked from the next room. “Amelia.” His voice sounded hoarse.

“Hey, babe, you okay? Did you get into another fight?” That was how they’d met. David had come by the ER after a drug dealer resisted arrest with a little too much enthusiasm. She’d been smearing antibiotic cream across those sculpted ribs when he’d asked her to dinner. Amelia had looked into those crystalline blue eyes, and fallen helplessly in lust. She hadn’t been able to say no to him since.

A year later, she still lusted for him — but she’d also come to know and love his wicked sense of humor, strong character, and clever mind.

“Come here.” David normally reserved that cold, demanding tone for the prisoners he brought to the hospital after they’d tried to bust his head. He’d never before used it with her.

“David, what’s wrong?” Worried, Amelia hurried into the bedroom, the dress slung over her shoulder.

They’d bought the massive iron bedstead in an antique store when she’d moved in with him. David had teased her that its tall, ornate posts were perfect for bondage.

She’d still never expected to find him naked and shackled spread-eagle to it like a beefcake buffet.

 

Praise for The Vampire Christmas“Angela Knight’s The Vampire Christmas is an exceptional book. I could not put it down.”

— Tewanda, Fallen Angel Reviews

Praise for A Christmas Pageant

“Ms. Kelly is a very talented author who has written a heart-warming story of two lonely individuals finding love during the holiday season. Most definitely a keeper!”

— Susan White, Coffee Time Romance

Praise for Jingle Balls

“[Judy Mays’s] witty dialogue will have you laughing out loud.”

— Tewanda, Fallen Angel Reviews

Praise for Sealed With a Kiss

Sealed with a Kiss is a great story with humor, conflict and hot sex. I hope Marteeka Karland revisits Marie and Daxon in a future book.”

— Coffee Time Romance

Praise for My Valentine

“Easily the most emotional, beautiful and unforgettable novella I’ve read this year, My Valentine is simply breathtaking.”

— Ayden Delacroix, In the Library Review

Praise for Changeling

“The reader will fall in love with Michael and Arien, who is a delight. Destined to be a St. Patrick’s Day classic.”

— Candy, Coffee Time Romance

Praise for Elven Enchantment

“This book enthralled me from beginning to end and I loved it.”

— Sheryl, Coffee Time Romance

Praise for Jolene’s Pooka

“There is enough unbridled passion between the sheets of this book to leave you breathless.”

— Janean Sparks, Romance Junkies

Praise for Chemistry to Burn

“This short story absolutely rocks!”

— Francesca Hayne, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

Praise for Troll Under The Bridge

“A thoroughly engaging tale full of humor and the unexpected…an erotic fairy tale sure to please.”

— Phillipa Ann, Romance Reviews Today

 

 

Practical Difficulties by Emily Carrington #PNR #UrbanFantasy #transgender #RomanceBooks #LGBTQ @CarringtonEmily @changelingpress

Practical Difficulties (Lady Troubles 2)

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Angela Knight

 

Maxine, a trans male-to-female werewolf, is struggling to get beyond her grief over the losses she suffered in her past. Now her mate, Sonya, is pregnant. When Maxine’s ghosts rise to break the new lovers apart, they have more help than they need from her pack.

Sonya’s starting to wonder whether Maxine’s loyalties lie with the wolf pack she’s been with for decades, or with her new mate. It’s beginning to look like sabotage from all quarters. How can a new couple stay together, especially with pups on the way?

 

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2019 Emily Carrington

Sonya Johnson stared at her clean pad, scowling at its whiteness against the cocoa dark of her thigh and the pale mauve of her panties. Her period should have started four days ago. Granted, she’d stopped taking her birth control after she’d forgotten to take it for three days back in late September. But was it too much to ask that her slip wouldn’t bring on pregnancy? She was a damned doctoral student and working a full-time job.

“Please, God,” she whispered. “Let it just be late. I do not have time for this right now.”

She shivered as a blast of air conditioning rushed across the back of her neck. Maybe it was time to grow her hair out and screw the cuteness of her current kinky-haired bob.

I’m a medical technician. I know enough about the human body to get this message: either stress is delaying my menstrual cycle, or I’m pregnant.

She cursed her mate before she could stop herself.

Sonya sighed, flushed the toilet, and pulled up her panties and shorts. It wasn’t Maxine’s fault, even if she was a trans werewolf and still had a dick. They’d both thought Sonya’s pill would take care of things. They’d briefly discussed using condoms too, but Sonya privately thought at the time that that was overkill. Maxine liked teasing herself with a condom now and then, but as a form of birth control, they were weren’t all that reliable.

They only succeed sixty percent of the time… but maybe I should have banked on that extra sixty percent.

She made an exasperated noise, very quietly.

The only thing that is Maxine’s fault, partially at least, is how infrequently I see her.

She’d long ago stopped tripping over the idea of calling Maxine, a male-to-female transgender werewolf, “she.” Not even thinking of her mate’s cock, as she did often while masturbating, could cause her confusion. Maxine was so utterly female, mind and spirit, that male genitals couldn’t change her essential nature.

Sonya walked into the bedroom she and her mate shared and went to her side of the wall-length closet. She took off the striped shirt she’d been wearing and put on a sweater with a cowl neck. It was a soft orange that complemented her medium brown skin tone and had the added bonus of clinging to her curves in all the right places.

Too bad Maxine isn’t here to appreciate it. She sighed noisily and then covered her mouth and glanced around, almost expecting half a dozen werewolves to pop out of the woodwork and ask her what was wrong. She kept her SearchLight-won shields in place most of the time, and her lips shut almost as much, but she still felt as if the whole darn pack could read her like a book.

Those shields were something she’d picked up at the academy in DC, learning them from the parapsychology teacher. She didn’t use them much at work, at least not when she was relaxed and in her own domain — the medtech department. But with all the psychic powers boasted by the members of her new eros pack, she felt on edge if her mind wasn’t guarded.

Shaking her head, grimacing as she thought of how paranoid she’d gotten over the past two weeks, Sonya headed into the living room to sit at the desk Maxine had bought her as a mating ceremony present back in late September. It was now the first week of October and she did not need to be worrying about pregnancy when her first dissertation defense was happening in less than seven days and she hadn’t seen her mate for more than a few minutes at a time since they consummated their relationship.

And while that was the worst of it, not being with her mate, her third problem was almost as pressing: three of the werewolves in her new pack were openly hostile toward her. Oh, not where Maxine, who outranked all of them, could see, but whenever they caught Sonya alone…

Oh, stop thinking about it all in such negative terms. They’re just pests. And as for Maxine, she sleeps here every night she’s in town, doesn’t she? You’ve made love four times so far. That’s good for two weeks’ worth of living together, isn’t it?

Well, actually, no. Sonya had gotten the impression from listening to her friend, Luke, talk about his early relationship with his husband that sex every day wasn’t uncommon. In fact, the only time her genie and dragon friends hadn’t managed sex at least three or four times a week was when Mark, the dragon half of the pairing, was in crisis.

Was Maxine in crisis?

 

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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.

Website: http://emilycarrington.com

Blog: http://goodreads.com/author/show/4619715.Emily_Carrington

 

 

Master of Passion by Angela Knight #ActionAdventure #PNR #UrbanFantasy #AlternateUniverse

Master of Passion (Merlin's Legacy 4)

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Angela Knight

 

After combat news cameraman Adam Parker covers a Times Square attack by blue-skinned aliens that costs hundreds of lives, the invaders try to kidnap him. Fortunately, the attempt is foiled by a sword-swinging Knight of the Round Table and his witch partner. But when the vampire knight removes his helmet, Adam realizes Sir Baldulf is the father who abandoned him and his mother when he was ten.

Ulf swears he and Opal Cassidy are Adam’s only hope of survival. Otherwise the aliens will keep coming after him. Furious, Adam wants nothing to do with either of them — especially after Opal uses her magic to force him to run from the aliens instead of doing his job.

Opal has been ordered to seduce Adam and transform him into a vampire. Still grieving for a previous partner after more than a decade, the witch wants nothing to do with the handsome, cynical mortal. But orders are orders, so seduction it is.

Despite Adam’s bitterness and her grief, the two discover they have red-hot sexual chemistry. As the stakes climb and passion turns to love, Opal and Adam realize that if they don’t take a chance on each other, humanity will pay the price.

 

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EXCERPT

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Copyright ©2019 Angela Knight

Warm, muscled arms wrapped around her waist, and a big body slid against her from behind, snuggling close. The scent of him made Opal’s heart skip in sheer joy.

“Joaquin?” She rolled over to face him, eyes widening. It was him. “Joaquin!”

His wide, white grin flashed in the dim light as he rose to one elbow above her. “Hello, love.”

She caught his handsome face in her hands. Treasuring the warmth of his skin between her palms, she fell into the love shining in the rich, velvet dark of his eyes. With a needy gasp, she pulled him into a ravenous kiss. He felt so solid and strong as she pressed against him, all long, lean muscle. Her world had become as hollow as a drum without him, empty with yearning. “Oh God, I’ve missed you,” she moaned against his mouth. “I’m so sorry I failed…”

“Opal, no one could have done more.” His long fingers stroked her red curls. There was such sadness in his gaze, her chest hurt. “And I know how much you miss me. I’ve missed you, too. But darling, it’s time you let me go.” He lowered his head until his forehead touched hers. “Because, my love, I’m gone.” He began to fade from her arms like mist in the morning sun.

“No!” She screamed, clutching for him, but her hands raked through empty air.

* * *

Opal came awake crying. She sat up and swung her legs out of bed, burying her face in her hands. “I should have Truebonded with you when I had the chance,” she groaned to the man who’d been dead more than a decade.

Her cell phone vibrated on the oak nightstand with Alys Hawkewood’s ringtone. The atonal thumping notes made Opal long for the noxious metallic brrrrriiiing of the twentieth century. She scooped up her phone. “Hello, Alys,” she said, wiping her face with the back of her free hand. “What did you See this time?”

There was a pause. “Are you all right? You sound a little choked.”

“I’m fine.” Briskly, she added, “So what fresh hell is it now?”

Alys snorted. “‘Fresh hell’ is right. You need to meet us at the Great Hall. Arthur and Morgana want to brief you on an assignment I Saw.”

“Oh, that doesn’t sound good.” Not if the job was bad enough to trigger one of her friend’s visions.

“It’s not. And you’re not going to like it.”

Terrific. She forced a light tone. “Is it my turn to get captured by Fomos?” Which was what had happened to Alys the week before. From what she’d said, it had been ugly.

“No, someone else is in the bull’s-eye this time. And I’m afraid you’ll have your hands full keeping this one alive. He’s not going to want to cooperate.”

Merlin’s beard. “I’ll be right over.”

With a sigh, Opal reached for her magic and sent it rolling down her body. When the wave of sparks dispersed, she was dressed in black slacks, boots and an emerald silk blouse. Beat the hell out of whalebone and a bustle.

Boot heels clicking on polished red tile, Opal strode through the hacienda she’d built for Joaquin a hundred years before. She could have gated directly to the great hall, of course, but it was a nice night and she liked to walk whenever she could. Laziness was not a survival characteristic for Magekind agents.

The night was cool and pleasant, a quarter moon floating in the star-flecked Mageverse sky as she headed down the stone walkway to the cobblestone street. Avalon was at its most active at night when the vampires were out. The crowd was thick with agents kicking back between missions. Men and women strolled among fifteen centuries’ worth of architecture — everything from Roman villas to Frank Lloyd Wright. Stained-glass windows shone with rainbow light, giving Avalon a fairytale quality that prosaic mortal cities lacked.

Looking around at the laughing, chatting couples, Opal remembered the dream, and her heart ached. Eleven years ago she’d walked at Joaquin’s side like that, enjoying private jokes, arguing over mission strategies, anticipating a stolen hour or two in bed.

Now all she had was the job.

Ten minutes later, she reached the Great Hall that served as the Magekind’s headquarters. A massive gothic cathedral of a building, it towered against the night sky, huge stained-glass windows blazing into the night. Arched doors, each fifteen feet in height, swung silently wide at her approach, then closed behind her with a resonant thunk.

Time to find out just how bad this was going to be.

 

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New York Times best-selling author Angela Knight’s first book was written in pencil and illustrated in crayon; she was nine years old at the time. A few years later, she read The Wolf and the Dove and fell in love with romance. In addition to her fiction work, Angela’s publishing career includes a stint as a comic book writer and ten years as a newspaper reporter. Several of her stories have won South Carolina Press Association awards. Angela lives in South Carolina with her husband, Michael, a detective with the Spartanburg PD.