Initiation by Gale Stanley #PNR #GayRomance #LGBT #shifters #werewolves #RomanceBooks @galestanley @changelingpress

 

Can Bleu get over his fears to make his dream romance come true?

 

Initiation (Wolf Pack 1)

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Genres/Themes: Paranormal Romance, Gay, Men and Women in Uniform,
New Adult, Werewolves

 

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Bleu has always lusted after Grey, but Grey isn’t interested until he pledges Agéli Lýkon in college. The wolf pack fraternity says he must choose a human and bind him for life. Animal instinct tells Grey that Bleu is his for the claiming. But will Bleu want to spend the rest of his life in submission to a big bad wolf?

 

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Copyright ©2019 Gale Stanley

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Bleu Davis often wondered if destiny had brought him and Grey Davies together.

Although they were polar opposites, Bleu and Grey became best friends. Propinquity, their parents decided, the tendency for people to form friendships with those whom they encounter often. After all, they lived on the same street and their mothers became pregnant at the same time. The boys were born on the same day and both were named for the color of their eyes. The two families became inseparable. Play dates were arranged and often the families traveled together.

Grey and Bleu’s birthdays and surnames insured that they attended the same classes from kindergarten through middle school. In high school, they started drifting apart. Grey developed into a talented athlete, good in every sport. He was intelligent as well, but preferred to spend his time partying or playing sports. He relied on Bleu, the unathletic scholar, to help him keep his grades up. Grey took advantage of Bleu’s kind nature in other ways as well, repeatedly asking for favors, without returning them or showing gratitude.

Grey’s ego grew as big as the Keystone State. Sometimes he was obnoxiously arrogant, demanding what he wanted and pointing out Bleu’s flaws when Bleu couldn’t deliver. Bleu accepted this treatment, just as he accepted his place as sidekick to the more popular and charismatic Grey.

Bleu knew he was being taken for granted, but he never refused Grey. He felt Grey was destined to be an important person and his needs were more important than Bleu’s. But the real reason was harder to face.

Bleu had feelings for Grey, but he’d been suppressing them for a long time. He couldn’t accept the fact that he might be gay. After all, he dated girls, and had even kissed a few. The kisses were mechanical. “I just haven’t found the right one yet,” Bleu told himself.

But the person Bleu thought about when he masturbated was Grey. He’d imagine himself kissing and touching his friend until he got an erection. It didn’t take long. Then he’d stroke and tug until he came. It felt good, but it didn’t make him happy, because he knew Grey would be disgusted. He always promised himself he wouldn’t do it again, but it didn’t change anything, because what he really wanted, what he really needed, was Grey.

Then one night they were studying in Grey’s bedroom and Bleu almost revealed his secret.

Grey pushed the chair back from his desk and stood. He stretched and grabbed his crotch. “Fuck, I’m horny.”

Bleu was lying on Grey’s bed, his head propped up on two pillows. Programmed to echo Grey, he muttered, “Yeah, me too.” But he kept his eyes on his book.

Grey grabbed Bleu’s book and tossed it aside. “Great. Let’s jerk off.”

Bleu was shaken to the core. He made a grab for his book. “Stop messing around. I have finals tomorrow.”

“And trust me, you’ll concentrate much better after you come.”

Bleu’s face heated. “That’s private. Something I do at home alone.”

“But it’s more fun doing it with somebody.” Grey gave him a sly look. “All the guys whack off together. It doesn’t mean they’re gay.” He paused, waiting for a response.

Bleu feigned disinterest. “I’m not in the mood.”

“I’ll get you in the mood.”

Grey pulled off his jeans and then climbed onto Bleu and straddled his hips. He unzipped Bleu and had his cock in his hand in less than five seconds. “See, you’re hard already.”

Part of Bleu wanted Grey to stop, but the other part wanted this to go on forever. He made a halfhearted attempt to shove Grey off. “Stop playing.”

Grey tugged on Bleu’s cock. “You like this, don’t you?”

How could Bleu deny it? His dick was throbbing and he was already leaking precum.

Grey rubbed the pearly drops of fluid over the head of Bleu’s cock and down the shaft. He fisted Bleu’s cock and slowly stroked the length. A whimper escaped Bleu’s throat and his hips arched.

“Nice.” Grey murmured. “Now you touch my dick the way you would touch yours.”

Feral by Lacey Savage #PNR #Bisexual #werewolves @changelingpress

Think werewolves aren’t real? Tell that to the those
who find themselves captives to the Zante pack…

 

Feral Heat (Box Set) (Feral 6)

 

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Karen Fox
Genres/Themes: Action adventure, Paranormal, Bisexual and more,
Multiple Partners, Voyeurism and Exhibitionism, Werewolves

 

Think werewolves aren’t real?

Tell that to the four women and one man who find themselves captive to the whims of the Zante pack’s males. Fierce, mythical, and sexy-as-sin, these delightfully debauched wolves guide their lovers through a journey of seductive exploration. Whether newly discovered or rekindled, their relationships are as passionate as they are.

And the women can give as good as they take. From a fairy bent on revenge to a vixen determined to destroy the pack, they’ll all discover that getting caught is its own reward.

Wild and dangerous, menacing and exciting, otherworldly and naughty to the last…

The men of the Zante pack will make a believer out of you.

Publisher’s Note: This box set contains the previously released novellas Firecrackers: Chemistry to BurnFeral MagnetismFeral BachelorismFeral Hedonism, and Feral Voyeurism. 

 

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Feral Heat (Box Set)
Lacey Savage
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Copyright ©2019 Lacey Savage

Eve chuckled in her ear. “See anything interesting?”

“Men. Lots and lots of men.” In fact, Angelina had never seen so many good- looking men gathered in one place. All skin colors, body types and nationalities mingled with one another in front of rides with names like “The Big One,” “One Eyed Monster,” and “Long and Lean.”

“I guess it’s true what they say,” Eve offered in a playful tone. “If they’re not taken, all the good ones are definitely gay.”

“Suddenly, I’m starting to think that’s not such a bad thing.” Only inches away, two of the most delicious men Angelina had ever seen engaged in a passionate kiss. Their lips parted, allowing their tongues to sweep and come together in a dance that lit Angelina’s already flustered libido on fire.

“It’s been too long since anyone’s kissed me like that.” Her voice held a hint of melancholy she tried to mask without much success.

“Griffin was a fool.”

Angelina had trouble disagreeing with Eve when she had a point. Yet, she couldn’t help the way her gut twisted at her friend’s words. “He wasn’t all bad.”

Reluctant though she may have been to admit it, Angelina couldn’t hide the fact that she still cared for him, especially not from Eve. Seeing his smiling, arrogant face in the Sunday paper when the announcement for tonight’s fireworks display made the news had brought back all kinds of memories she wished had remained buried.

“Sure he was,” Eve argued. “How else do you explain the fact that he took everything? He’s taking credit for your work, Angelina, even now.”

“He had the most perfect ass,” Angelina countered. “No man with such a hot ass could be all bad.”

Eve laughed, shattering the tension that sizzled through their small communication device. “And a really big cock.”

“Hey!”

“What?” Eve asked innocently. “You bragged.”

“Yeah, maybe once or –“

The rest of her words caught in her throat and disappeared on a sharp intake of breath. Standing outside the dark opening to a ride called “Blow Me Away,” Griffin Taylor looked surprisingly comfortable in dark pressed pants and a soft white shirt that clung to his muscular shoulders like a second skin. Six-two, broad-chested, and built like a football player, Griff had never really blended in with the scientists and chemistry professors they’d hired to work for Incendiary Enterprises. Yet here, among a multitude of stunning men who mercilessly teased, fondled, and brought each other to the heights of flirtatious ecstasy, her former lover seemed to have found his niche.

Desire swept through her, quickly burrowing between her legs. Her pussy throbbed with recognition.

Griff looked up, his eyes scanning the crowd. Full, sensual lips pursed in concentration. Angelina’s breathing stilled, though she knew there was no way he’d recognize her from that distance, especially in the biker outfit and the damnable beard.

“Eve,” Angelina murmured, trying to keep her lips still as she spoke into the tiny microphone, “we’re on.”

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Red Cloud Wolves by Kate Steele #interracial #WildWest #cowboyromance #PNR #werewolves @changelingpress @Kate27Steele

 

Lovers in the desert fight for their lives against legends,
wild men… and wolves.

 

Red Cloud Wolves (Red Cloud Wolves 4)

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Renee George
Genres/Themes: Action Adventure, Paranormal, Wildest West,
Gay, Interracial, Werewolves
Length: Box Set

Almost a century ago Landon Jeffers was on the run from a posse determined to see him dance at the end of a noose when he made a discovery that would change his life forever. Landon’s dreams of desert’s riches morphed into images of moonlit nights, howling wolves and a man whose piercing black eyes turn to fire. A wild man who will tame his heart — a man named Dark.

Over the years legends have taken shape about wild men inhabiting the Grand Canyon — men who turn into wolves. Now Landon and Dark will need every bit of courage they possess to preserve the existence of the Moon Wolf. It’s up to them to stop a killer — one who’s been holding a grudge for a very, very long time…

Publisher’s Note: This box set contains the previously published novellas Silver Dreams, Night Gems, and Facets of Night.

 

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Copyright ©2019 Kate Steele
Excerpt from Silver Dreams

As was common in many saloons, the wall behind the bar shone with etched and polished mirror. Rows of glinting glass and bottles filled with whisky, rye, bourbon and the like marched along the low shelves built beside and beneath it. Lan sidled up to the bar and ordered a whiskey. With glass in hand he turned to admire the sight before him. Now this, he mused, feels just like home.

It wasn’t long before he was concentrating on the tables where card games were in progress. At one such table, a man rose. Tipping his hat at those assembled, he walked out of the bar. Another man seated there, at least part Spanish by the look of him, caught Lan’s eye and with a short move of his head indicated the empty seat. Lan sent him an answering nod and joined the other players. Seating himself with little fanfare, he bought into the game, was dealt his first hand and the play began.

For the first couple of hours the game went well. He won his share of hands and had a nice stack of chips in front of him. His fellow players were all obviously experienced but unaware of the fact that they were giving away their hands in subtle ways. As the game progressed Lan was learning their tells. One player would narrow his right eye just a bit when bluffing. Another would tug the corner of his mustache when he had a good hand. Ever so slowly, small bits of body language began to betray each players’ mood and if he held good cards or bad.

One of the bargirls had taken a shine to Lan and made frequent stops at his table. Susie waited on Lan before anyone else and gave him sweet come-hither smiles and meaningful looks from big brown eyes. She also managed to show him quite a bit of her bosom in the process. Lan gracefully bore her attention, not about to enlighten her in this roomful of strangers that he preferred his partners a hell of a lot more flat-chested. And male. This pretty girl was sporting all the wrong equipment to engage Lan’s interest, unlike the fresh-faced cowboy across the table. Lan could definitely see himself letting that beefy, blond-haired, young man ride his cock. Putting those thoughts aside, Lan kept his mind firmly on the game.

It was in the early hours of the morning that the trouble began. Lan had begun to suspect it for quite sometime but the last hand had proved it for sure. The duded up swell who acted like he owned the place was cheating. Lan threw his cards in before the hand began and started to gather his money in spite of the protests around him.

“I got nothing against losing, but I won’t play with a cheat,” he told them. His words brought a quiet hush to the table.

“Who are you accusing of cheating?” the dude asked.

“That’d be you.”

The man sat there bold as brass and slowly nodded his head. “You don’t know who I am, do you?”

Around the table chairs were pushed back. The tension quickly spread to the neighboring tables until they had an audience looking on with anticipation and dread.

“Would that make a difference?”

“The name’s Roger Coburn.”

“And that should mean what to me?”

“My brother is Daniel Coburn, Marshal of Calico. We own this town.”

Lan felt a slight frisson of dismay which he more than adequately hid behind his calm demeanor. Every nerve in his body was trying to dance with the rising stress that winged through his veins and tightened each muscle in tiny, nearly invisible increments. This situation was far from unfamiliar but he didn’t carry a gun for show. With composure only the best of his breed could exhibit, Lan put his life on the line.

“Do tell. Well, Mr. Coburn, where I come from a man wins at cards with luck and skill, not by intimidation and most definitely not by cheating. I don’t give a damn who you are. No double dealing braggart is lining his pockets with my money.” Lan rose to leave.

Across the table, in what seemed like the blink of an eye, Roger Coburn stood. His chair tipped back and fell. There were screams. Men and women scrambled to get out of the way. A gun appeared in Coburn’s hand as he drew it from his holster. Without stopping to think about it, Lan answered the threat. Two revolvers fired. One found its target, the other didn’t. Coburn gasped and grabbed his middle, blood blossoming and spreading against his shirt in a flood of red. With a look of astonished disbelief on his face, he fell to the side, dead before he hit the floor.

Landon didn’t need any encouragement to get moving. Smoking gun in hand, he grabbed his money up. Keeping a wary eye on those around him, he crossed the floor and was out the door and gone. He didn’t question the need for haste or the need to run. That Coburn had had the bald-faced gall to expect his cheating to be overlooked just because his brother was the town marshal boded ill. From the sound of it, this wasn’t the first such incident. Apparently the marshal backed his brother. More than likely he wouldn’t take kindly to someone killing the man, even if it had been a fair fight.

Walking swiftly to the hotel and entering, he took the stairs two at a time. Once in his room, he stuffed his belongings back in his saddlebags and was back outside in seconds flat heading for the livery stable.

Cursing the darkness, he fumbled in his saddlebags for matches and lit one just inside the stable doors. A lantern hung nearby and he lit the wick then made his way down the line of stalls, quickly finding his horse and tack. The roan gelding blew and stamped, disgruntled at being disturbed but he held steady while Lan got him saddled and bridled. Around him the other horses answered with low whickers. After adjusting his gear, reins in hand, Lan led his horse to the doors and replaced the lantern after carefully extinguishing the flame.

Heart pounding, he paused and listened. In the distance he could hear shouting. Without wasting another second, he was out the door, leading his horse. It was still dark and he wasn’t about to risk injury to the roan. Taking his bearings, he started in an easterly direction and was soon out of town. So far there was no sound of pursuit. The ground rose steadily as he went. Glancing back he could see lights flitting around town like fireflies. They were searching for him.

Grimly, Landon turned his back and kept walking. When the sun rose high enough to make the landscape visible, he mounted up and headed east, intending to put a lot of miles between himself and Calico.

 

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“I want to improve.” This has become my mantra. I think of my authorial skills as a work in progress. I began with no formal training and no degree, just a need to tell a story. I hope, as time goes by, my ability as a teller of tales will improve to the point where, from beginning to end, the reader can immerse her/himself in the world I’ve created, live, laugh and cry with the characters born of my imagination and emerge satisfied and hopefully even happy with the experience.

As for the boring details, I revel in the quiet life of rural Indiana with family and pets. When not writing I read, garden (battle with weeds) and on warm summer nights sit on the front porch to watch Mother Nature’s fireworks. I think fireflies are pretty and pretty amazing, don’t you?

Feel free to direct questions, complaints or compliments (fingers crossed) to katesteele27@yahoo.com or visit my website at www.katesteele.com.

 

PRET OPS by EmmaRay Garrett #SecondEdition #PNR #Vampires #Werewolves @changelingpress

Even on the toughest op, there’s always time for love.
If you don’t get killed first.

 

Pret Ops (Pret Ops 5)

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Renee George
Genres/Themes: Action Adventure, Paranormal, Bisexual and More,
Shapeshifters, Werewolves, Vampires
Length: Box Set

This collection contains the previously released Pret Ops novellas FamiliarWarWolfInfiltrator, and Identity.

In a world where preternaturals work behind the scenes to keep men and supermen safe, the Recondite Corps is the CIA, FBI, and Armed Services all in one.

Familiar: In the wilderness of Siberia, the past will resurrect itself and secrets will be exposed. There’s only one way to defeat The Veil, but can Stas and Nat do it, alone?

WarWolf: All Jeremiah has to do is convince Joshua that in order to stop the mounting violence between the human mob and the Heteroclites, they’ll need the help of the only female the Ascendant vampire can’t forget.

Infiltrator: Brian O’Connor has been in the office too damn long. Rescuing the President’s daughter from guerillas sounds like the perfect op: a little action, a little fresh air, an exotic locale.

Identity: After building the newest branch of the Corps, Cyber Operations, John and Cole Marshall are ready for a real test of their new unit’s skills. Being called in to track down a stalker turned murderer targeting one of their own sounds right up Cy Ops’ alley.

 

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Copyright ©2019 Emma Ray Garrett
Excerpt from Pret Ops 3: Infiltrator

Charlie groaned, lifting a hand to her aching forehead. “What the hell have you gotten yourself into now?” The sickening pound in her skull didn’t provide an answer.

Charlene Thompson, First Daughter, was stuck in a shit hole, somewhere near the equator based on the oppressive heat, with no idea who’d cracked her on the skull and brought her to this place. It was safe to assume it had to do with her father and/or politics, but beyond that…

The acrid smell of wood smoke and the sickly sweet stench of decomposing plants clogged her nostrils. Her skin felt grimy, sticky, where sweat had partially dried and mixed with the dirt of the floor beneath her. Charlie ached for a hot bath for about a half a second. You can bathe when you’re free.

Weak sunlight drifted in through tiny, irregular holes cut high into the walls of the room. Her vision blurred and her stomach pitched, but Charlie choked down the bile. Blinking to clear her sight, she struggled to her feet. Her entire body protested each movement, but Charlie fought through the pain and staggered to the nearest wall.

She stood on weak legs, breathing slowly, and pressed her shoulder to the wall, completely focused on staying upright. She stayed there for what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes. Finally, the thumping in her skull ebbed to a dull throb and the triple vision cleared to a muzzy, but coherent, single sight.

“Now what?” Charlie looked around the dimly lit space. A wooden door faced her, but she didn’t see any handle or knob. “Great.”

From outside she heard voices speaking, though she couldn’t make out the words. The rapidity of the speakers’ cadence reminded her of Spanish. Having grown up in New Mexico, and despite the situation she was in, the sound of the language comforted her.

The earthen room blocked out the dialogue. Thinking the door might offer better eavesdropping, Charlie straightened from the wall and made her way toward it. Getting there took all the strength she’d mustered and she slipped to the floor beside the rickety entrance. The voices outside weren’t much clearer, but the depth of the tones suggested the speakers were probably male. She caught a word here or there, but three she heard distinctly gave her hope. Rio Orinoco and transportamos. The first words signified the Orinoco River, in northeast Venezuela, and the second suggested they were transporting something.

“Probably me.” Knowing where she was gave Charlie a sense of control. She’d never been to continental Venezuela, but she’d enjoyed the islands off the coast more than once.

She forced her sore brain to think about her college geography. The Orinoco River was one of the longest in South America. Her memory wasn’t the best, but she hoped they were in the Lower Orinoco, near the delta and the Atlantic Ocean. Based on the humidity, it was quite likely. It was possible she was somewhere in the plentiful mangrove forests, the swamps, of the country.

Charlie held onto her hope. Even if she were in the middle of a swamp, she’d rather escape and take her chances with Mother Nature than stay here and wait. Tensions between the States and Venezuela hadn’t been the best for more than twenty years. However, a lot of the country was urbanized. If she could escape, and make her way out of the jungle, if that’s where she was, she had a good chance of getting home.

The voices outside grew louder, approaching footsteps launching her heart into her throat. She couldn’t afford to let her captors know she was awake. Without thinking, Charlie scrabbled away from the door, flopping onto the floor and closing her eyes. Something scraped against the wood and the door opened.

Though her blood pounded, Charlie stilled her breathing to soft, shallow expulsions and inhalations. She rolled her eyes beneath her lids, the action stilling any fluttering that might give away her cognizant state. The footsteps moved closer and she felt a hard, round object pressing into her back. She didn’t react and her visitor shoved at her deeper.

When she remained unresponsive, he must have been satisfied. With a grunt, he shuffled away, the sound of rubber soles on dirt sending relief surging through her body. The door closed with a squeak and a thump and Charlie had to stifle a sob. She had no doubt the man had nudged her with a gun.

“What have you done, Dad?” Anger at her father gave her strength, but Charlie couldn’t sustain it. She needed to formulate a plan of escape. Whether her father was involved or not, Charlie knew it was up to her to get free. Waiting on the US government for a rescue wasn’t an option.

She got up slowly and crawled back to the door. She pressed her ear to it, listening, learning. More and more words became clear, and Charlie felt the beginnings of a plan form.

 

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“…and I — I took the road less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.”

-The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost

The last line from award-winning author Emma Ray’s favorite poem pretty much sums up her life. Her tendency to do her own thing is what her friends and family love best, and least, about her. Chaos is a constant in the Garrett home, which currently houses her intelligent, energetic children, a devoted husband, a very large, very lazy, white tom-cat, a very crazy, very small black cat, and a very happy, very healthy rescue pooch — who’s black and white.

Other books by Emma Ray Garrett

 

Romance in Moonspell by Jessica Coulter Smith #PNR #UrbanFantasy #shifters #fairies #preorder #Amazon #itunes #kobobooks #NookBook @changelingpress

Romance in Moonspell (Moonspell 3)

Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Length: Box Set

Bellamy Crawford aches for the touch of her mate. Wolves and cats might not mix in the animal kingdom, but his heated gaze tells her that this kitty shifter will be more than welcome in the big, bad wolf’s bed.

Reika sucks at being a fairy, but she still tries… one botched spell at a time. Who knew setting your home on fire could have such yummy results? One look at wolf shifter Jax, and she wonders what else she can send up in flames.

Lacey escapes a mental institute and a killer, only to run straight into the arms of hot dragon shifter, Draco Coldstorm. The sexy fireman, known for putting out fires, is definitely setting her ablaze. But with a killer on her trail, does she really have time for love?

Publisher’s Note: Romance in Moonspell (Box Set) contains the previously published novellas A Familiar Sin, Fire Within, and Twisted Fate.

 

Available 9/21 at Changeling Press
Pre-Order for 9/28 at online retailers

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Available in Paperback too!

 

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Copyright ©2016 Jessica Coulter Smith
Excerpt from A Familiar Sin

Seaton McCullough hunkered down outside the dilapidated cabin in the woods, his gaze focused on the front door even as he listened for his fellow trackers to catch up. They’d tracked their prey across five miles, half of which was in a thickly wooded area on the outskirts of Moonspell. Once they’d picked up the scent, it hadn’t taken them long to follow the trail. The idiot hadn’t even tried to mask his offensive odor, his cologne thick and cloying, with an underlying scent of stale sweat, fear, and desperation. It was the fear that stood out most.

If the man thought he was desperate now, just wait until he had three wolves knocking down his door. He’d made a fatal error when he’d absconded with one of the Crawford girls, daughter of the most respected black wing in town.

Seaton looked over his shoulder as Xander approached on silent feet. Silent to a human, anyway. To Seaton, his friend sounded like a herd of buffalo crashing about. If it weren’t for Xander’s exceptional nose, he never would’ve made it as a tracker. The man was a hulking giant, making it harder for him to blend in when he wasn’t in wolf form, and even then he was huge. And yet, he managed to be one of the best trackers the Moonspell pack had, aside from Seaton and their friend Evan, who was lurking somewhere nearby in wolf form.

“‘Bout time you showed up,” Seaton said softly. “I was starting to think I’d have to come after the two of you.”

A wolf edged between them, giving Seaton an annoyed look.

“Evan, you go around to the back; make sure he can’t escape. Xander and I are going to go through the front. One of us will nail the bastard while the other checks on the girl.”

“What do you know of Ely Crawford’s daughter?” Xander asked.

Seaton shrugged. “Only that she’s in trouble. He has a passel of them, all teenagers I believe. I’m honestly not sure which one we’re after. All I know is Hayden said jump and I asked how high.”

Xander snickered. “I think we pretty much all did. He and Ely go way back.”

Seaton sighed. “All right. Let’s do this.”

Evan moved stealthily forward, creeping around the back of the cabin. As the wolf disappeared around the corner, Seaton and Xander approached the door, both men moving silently. Standing on the porch, they could hear a man inside, ranting, screaming, and the softer dulcet tones of a woman. Perhaps Ely’s daughter was no young miss, after all.

Seaton gave Xander a nod and the other man kicked the door in, storming into the cabin. Fast on Xander’s heels, he watched as his friend chased after the lunatic who’d thought he could capture a shifter, barreling down the hall after him. Seaton scanned the room, his gaze coming to rest on a young woman tied to a bed, her hands and feet bound. Moving quickly, he released her, rubbing the circulation back into her limbs and helping her sit.

Her hair hung in a long braid over one shoulder. Brown wisps had come loose and hung in disarray around her face. Her features were delicate, her nose small and pert, her lips full and sensual. Eyes stared up at him the glittering green of emeralds, eyes that tipped ever so slightly at the corners. Cat’s eyes. Even in her rumpled state, she was stunning.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

She nodded. “Who are you?”

He grinned. “My name is Seaton, and I’ll be your rescuer today. My partner, Xander, is the one who just ran after your captor, and my other partner is around back making sure he doesn’t escape.”

“My papa sent you, didn’t he?” she questioned.

“Actually, my alpha did. I believe your father went to him for help.”

Her nose twitched. “Wolf?”

“Yeah. Can you stand? We need to get you out of here.”

A smile hovered at the edges of her lips. “If you’ll just bring my chair over, I’ll be happy to get out of this bed.”

His brow furrowed. “Chair?”

She pointed across the room. His gaze followed the direction of her finger and noticed a small wheelchair in the corner of the room. He looked at the black contraption then looked at his petite damsel in distress again. Surely she couldn’t mean…

“You can’t walk?”

“No. I can stand for brief periods of time, but walking is excruciating so I avoid it as much as possible. Even when I do walk, I can’t go very far. Across the room is about it.”

Instead of retrieving the chair, he lifted her slight weight into his arms and carried her across the room. Gently setting her in the chair, he watched as she situated herself. It still baffled him that someone who looked so perfect would be confined to that wheeled contraption. And a shifter at that! Of course, as a raven she could always fly and didn’t really need to use her legs for much, but still, it was horrible to even think about. What would it be like to be trapped forever, never being able to run with the pack? A shiver raked his spine.

Grasping the handles on the back of the chair, he wheeled her through the front door and onto the porch, where he promptly stopped and surveyed the area. How in the hell had her captor brought her here? The trail they’d followed had been over rough terrain. Surely he hadn’t pushed her chair through that! Her body would be bruised from the bone-rattling force of some of those dips and large tree roots running across the path, but Seaton knew they’d come through the woods. He’d followed the scent himself. He pulled out his phone and turned it back on. Dialing Hayden, he waited patiently for his alpha to answer.

“Do you have her?” Hayden asked by way of greeting.

“She’s safe. But we have a problem. I can’t get her out of here, not without a vehicle.”

“Tell us where you are and I’ll bring her father.”

Seaton looked around. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. I’ll turn on the GPS in my phone. Have one of the tech guys track it.”

“Done. Just sit tight and we’ll be there soon.”

Seaton disconnected the call and wheeled his beautiful companion down into the yard. Setting the brake on her chair, he moved around beside her, watching as she tilted her face toward the sun and inhaled the clean, sweet air scented with pine.

“You know my name but you never told me yours,” he prompted.

“Bellamy.”

“Bellamy?” he asked. It was unusual, but it seemed to suit her.

She nodded. “Bellamy Rainelle Crawford.”

“A beautiful name for a beautiful lady.”

A blush suffused her cheeks.

 

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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#NewRelease – Chasing Christmas @AuthorDulce @changelingpress #LGBTQ #Christmas #romance

Chasing Christmas (Christmas Magic) by Dulce  Dennison

Genre: Paranormal
Themes: Christmas, New Adult, Gay, Shapeshifter
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Publisher: Changeling Press

College senior and ocelot shifter Beck Prescott is home for the holidays, but there’s only one present he wants to find under his tree — his sexy neighbor, Chris Wilcox. Even though the wolf shifter is older than Beck, Beck knows they’re destined to be together.

Getting Chris to agree is another matter, but Christmas is the time for miracles, and Beck thinks this is the year he may get his fondest wish. A mate.

Available Now at Changeling Press

Pre-Order for December 8th at Amazon, B&N, iTunes, and Kobo

Excerpt

Beck Prescott couldn’t decide if he was elated to be home because it meant spying on his super sexy neighbor, or being filled with dread because he knew his parents would ask, once more, if he’d found his mate. Truth be told, he’d known since he was sixteen who his mate was, but he had fuck all chance of landing the sexy beast. Their neighbor, Chris Wilcox, hardly knew he existed. They’d barely spoken aside from a random hello here and there over the years. And was it any wonder? Chris had to be close to his parents’ age. Not that he looked a day over thirty, despite the silver at his temples.

He peered through his bedroom window and into the house next door. It just happened to be that Chris’s bedroom was directly across from Beck’s, which had been both a pleasure and a torture for the last five years. The object of his obsession was doing pull-ups in the bedroom doorway, his abs rippling with the movement. Beck licked his lips and pressed his hand against the growing erection in his jeans. It wasn’t the first time he’d wondered what it would feel like to be held by such strong arms. The few guys he’d been with couldn’t compare.

Chris did several more pull-ups before dropping to the ground and grabbing a nearby towel to wipe the sweat from his face and body. Beck wondered where Paul was — Chris’s significant other. Even though he knew Paul sometimes went out of town for business, it seemed odd he’d be gone during the holidays.

“Beck!” his mother yelled up the stairs. “I know you’re here. Your car is in the driveway.”

He sighed and pushed away from the window, making his way downstairs. His mother stood at the bottom, her arms folded and her foot tapping. The look of displeasure on her face was completely his doing, mostly because he’d been avoiding her.

“Were you going to hide up there until you starved?” she asked.

“I was going to come tell you hello,” Beck said. “I needed to put my things away.” And do a little drooling over Mr. Sexy.

“Your father and I have to go out tonight. A dinner with his law firm,” his mom said. “I’ve made some spaghetti and it’s in the fridge. All you have to do is warm it up. There’s a loaf of Italian bread in the pantry, if you’d like some to go with it.”

“You didn’t have to cook for me if you had plans,” Beck said. “I’m capable of taking care of myself.”

She patted his cheek. “You’ll always be my baby boy. I’m going to be busy the next few days planning the Christmas Eve party, so I won’t get to spend much time with you until Christmas Day.”

“It’s fine, Mom. I know how to entertain myself.” Mostly by looking out his bedroom window. “Besides, we’ll have almost a full week after the party before I have to return to campus.”

“I’ve delivered all of the invitations except one,” his mom said. “Will you take this one over to Mr. Wilcox? I’ve been in such a rush I overlooked it.”

She handed him a red envelope with silver writing across the front. Beck took the invitation and smoothed a hand down his wrinkled shirt. He grabbed his leather coat off the hook by the door and pulled it on before stepping out into the snow. Little did his mother realize she’d just given him the best present ever: a reason to talk to their neighbor.

Beck trudged through the ankle-deep snow and walked up the icy steps of Chris Wilcox’s home. He rang the bell and waited, stomping his feet to keep the blood flowing. Shifter or not, it was damn cold outside.

The door swung open and a shirtless Chris stood in the doorway. “Beck. I didn’t realize you were back home.”

“Christmas break, but it’s my senior year, so it won’t be long before I’m back for good. Or at least until I get my own place.”

Chris nodded. “You’re what? Twenty-one now?”

“Only for another month.” Beck held out the envelope. “Mom wanted me to bring this by. It’s your invitation to the Christmas Eve party she throws every year.”

Chris reached out to take it, his fingers brushing against Beck’s. It was enough to make the young shifter shiver, and not from the cold. Chris’s gaze raked over him as he opened the envelope. He scanned the contents of the invitation and frowned a little.

“I’m afraid Paul will not be attending with me,” Chris said.

“Is Mr. Murphy out of town?” Beck asked.

“Yes. Indefinitely.” Chris’s gaze locked on his. “Paul and I are no longer together.”

Beck’s heart leapt at the words, but he tried to hide his excitement. “I’m sorry. I know the two of you were together a long time.”

Chris shrugged. “He found his mate.”

“Maybe you’ll find yours,” Beck said, his voice low as he held the older shifter’s gaze. Beck thought it might be his imagination, but the shifter’s eyes seem to warm as he stared back. He wondered what it would take to not only gain the attention of someone like Chris, but to hold it.