Wednesday, January 30, 2019



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Give Her the Moon
Seth Bashar carries the weight of the shifter world on his shoulders as the head of their council. Jane Smith has no responsibilities to anyone but herself. It was only supposed to be a harmless night of fun... until it was everything.

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To Hold a Siren's Heart
Siren David Michaels has no business falling in love with cougar shifter Meg Kincade. She's the enemy and it could cost him everything. The problem? It may be the only way to save their world from total destruction.  

The Spirit Tree
Newly risen Firebird, Tessa, is forced to fight for her life against a conjurer and a seriously pissed off ghost. Worse still, she's caught between a gorgeous blue-eyed cop and a Cherokee bodyguard who she can't decide if she wants to throttle or kiss. Good thing she was raised by two tough Southern ladies.

The Mate's Ring
A shifter without a mate. A human who has given up on love. When fate intervenes they learn that love can't be controlled.

Monday, January 28, 2019

Their Invasion (read an EXCERPT!)

It happened in the middle of the night.

Asteroids raining down on Earth, destroying buildings, killing people.

We thought that was the worst of it, but then women started to go missing, and we knew worse was yet to come...



Aleandro stopped and turned to me. “I’m really happy you made it back here, Camille. I’ve been wanting to say that to you. I know we didn’t know each other too well before this all blew up, but the last forty-eight hours would have been a lot harder if you hadn’t been around.”
His words warmed me and made me forget about the other men. “Me, too, Aleandro. You always made arriving and leaving work that little bit more exciting.”
“Exciting, huh?” He’d leaned in toward me, and suddenly my heart beat harder.
I nodded. When I spoke, my voice was breathy. “Definitely.”
He closed the gap between us and brushed his lips softly against mine.
My chest hitched with surprise, though it wasn’t as though I hadn’t seen this coming. Aleandro and I had been flirting for some time now, and I guessed the usual rule of no fraternizing with the staff no longer applied. We could be facing the end of the world, and I wasn’t going to let some stupid little rule hold me back.
My eyes slipped shut, and eagerly, I opened my mouth to him and pressed myself closer. He was so big, just a wall of muscle I wanted to engulf myself in. Our tongues touched, and excitement fired through me. My nipples crinkled beneath my shirt, and I pushed my breasts against his wide chest, wanting the stimulation. I wrapped my hands around his neck, lacing my fingers in the short soft strands at his nape. His hands were around me, too, spanning my lower back and slipping lower to my ass. He held me tight as we kissed, and I ground up on him, feeling how he wanted me.
Both our breathing had quickened, and our kiss grew hungry.
I ran my hands down from his neck and across the bulky muscle of his back and shoulders. He felt so strong, and I wished I could tear off his shirt and run my tongue over every plane and curve. But we were in a corridor where someone might walk down at any minute, and it wasn’t as though we had bedrooms we could drag each other back to.
Aleandro broke the kiss. “God, Camille, I want you so bad.”
I was breathing heavily, my breasts rising and falling. “Me, too.” I looked around. “But we can’t…not here.”
“Come, this way.”
He took me by the hand and pulled me along the corridor. Before long, we reached a door with a security code pad on the outside. Aleandro quickly hit a number of buttons, and the pad turned green to let us inside. He pushed through the door, still holding my hand, and tugged me in with him. I took a moment to look around. We were in a room that contained a number of security screens, and I realized the views were of different places within the Observatory. The view switched, showing a different corridor, or a different room, and I wondered if the kiss we’d shared had been caught on camera.
But Aleandro didn’t give me the chance to ask. He turned to face me, and suddenly his hands were in my hair and his tongue was in my mouth. He stepped forward, pushing me back, and the rear of my thighs hit the desk behind. His hands left my hair and hooked under my thighs, lifting me to sit on the desk.
“Lie back,” he told me.
But he grabbed one of my feet and yanked off my sneaker before doing the same to the other one. With that done, he went straight to the button of my jeans, kissing me again, his teeth nipping my lower lip as he worked my zipper.
“Fuck,” he said, staring down at me with dark hunger in his eyes. “I’ve been thinking about how sweet your pussy must taste ever since I first saw you.”
I widened my eyes. “You have?”
“Absolutely.” His deep tone turned into a sexy growl. “You ever had a man eat you out, Camille? I mean, really eat you—none of that dainty licking shit.”
“I… I…”
But once again I was lost for words. 

Monday, January 14, 2019

*EXCERPT* Baby Me by Aidy Award


Dark forces don’t want these dragon babies to be born…the dark forces of hell, but also univited mermaids, a whole crew of wedding planning friends, and a bizarre prophecy.


It didn’t occur to Cage until he was somewhere over Egypt that he could have probably called Azy on his cell phone. He opted instead to ask the winds for an extra boost to get him home as soon as he could.

He got to Spain just after sunrise and followed the sweet and salty scent of his mate to find her in the secluded treehouse he’d had built for them instead of the palatial estate overlooking the ocean.

He landed quietly and shifted into his human form. For a moment he simply stood there, staring at her, thanking the First Dragon she was safe.

Azy slept, with her long black hair spread across the pillows, her dark skin glowing, her lush pregnant body covered in a light blanket. Wind and sky above, she was beautiful.

She was his.

He slipped out of his clothes and into bed with her, curling his body around hers. His hands wandered over every inch of her, softly, slowly. He should let her sleep, but he needed to feel her, assure himself she was okay.

Azy had been pregnant with his babies for approximately three months and he knew nothing about pregnancy, but loved how her body had filled out, her breasts had swelled. She had grown more lush in all the right places.

He’d been gone from her side for almost a month, hunting for the demons who’d attacked his Wyr, killed and kidnapped his people. In that short time her belly had gotten bigger with his babies inside.

Cage ran his palms over her body and swore he felt his little ones moving. Wasn’t it too early for that? In fact, her stomach seemed about twice as big as it had before.

Azy stirred and rolled to her side. “If you rub my back, I’ll love you forever.”

He chuckled and started in on her shoulders. “You’ll love me forever anyway.”

“True, but if you get that spot in my lower back that’s been killing me, I’ll show you exactly how much I love you.”

His fingers found all of the hard knots in her muscles and her groans of pleasure had him growing harder with each one. Rubbing her back wasn’t the only way to relax her.

“Spread your legs for me, Azynsa. Let me eat that pretty pussy of yours. Then I’ll fuck you nice and slow, making you come on my cock over and over.  We’ve got a lot of time to make up for and I’ve been missing you fiercely.”

Azy rolled in his arms and gave him a nice deep kiss. Although it wasn’t nearly long enough. “You are a dirty dragon and I’d love nothing more than to let you do exactly that, but if I don’t get up and pee, for the eleventeenth time since I went to bed, I’m going to float away.”

Cage reluctantly let her go and Azy groaned as she scooted to the side of the bed. She sat there for a moment before pushing herself up and crossing the small room.

His lover moved like she was exhausted. A sucking hollow formed in his chest at the thought of his mate suffering. Cage got up and waited outside the door of the little water closet and the second she stepped out he lifted her up into his arms.

She didn’t even fight him, only curled her head into his shoulder and let him carry her all two meters back to their bed.

“Is this why you called me back, my love? Are you ill, is there something wrong with the babies?”

He hadn’t noticed any aroma of disease on her, only the distinct scents of the two small lives growing inside of her.

The wall of leaves that surrounded the treehouse opened and a soft white glow pushed through. A beautiful woman in the flowing white robes of a nun and a dozen or so necklaces hanging around her neck that faintly glowed red, blue, gold, and green walked in and stood at the end of the bed. “Azynsa is fine. It’s hard work growing dragon babies, and these two are in a hurry to get born.”

A thousand conflicting thoughts shot through Cage’s mind.

He and Azy were both naked.

Who was this woman?

Was she a threat?

Didn’t he know her from somewhere?

He’d meant to growl the questions, but they stopped in his throat. The fear and anger rolling around inside calmed as if it were nothing more than a warm summer breeze.

Azy touched his cheek drawing his attention back to her. “Cage, meet Senora Boh. She’s a midwife…for magical beings.”

 Huh. “I didn’t even know that was a thing.”

“Let’s see how you’re doing today, mamacita.” She motioned for Azy to lie on the bed. Then a gentle wind lifted the sheets and pillows, arranging them so Azy was covered and somehow Cage’s pants ended up in his hand, so he put them on.

“You’re a wind witch?” He should have guessed that a magic midwife would have some powers over the elements herself.

She ignored him, which was fine since her focus was entirely on Azy and his babies. The witch measured Azy’s belly by moving her hands from finger to thumb and counted. “No wonder you’re exhausted, these babies are growing like weeds. Adorable little weeds. But it’s tiring them out too.”

She pressed her ear to a couple of spots and listened through the sheet. “Aw, there you are, little man. Now, move your bum off your mama’s bladder. She needs her rest.”

A visible bump moved under Azy’s skin and she sighed in relief. If she hadn’t, Cage would have been freaked the hell out by that sight.

“Good boy. You two take care of each other in there.” That same soft white light emanated from the witch’s hands and seeped under the sheet. “There. I’ve given them a touch of magic to help them sleep in a little while. It will give you two a chance to do some bonding.”

Bonding sounded good. He’d do whatever the midwife-witch told them too if it would help his new family.

She stood and summoned a large cupped leaf on a vine over to Azy and filled it with a stream of water out of thin air. “Make sure you’re staying well hydrated, mermaid. The water isn’t just for you, your babies like it too.”

As Azy drank the witch turned her attention to Cage. “They would also like to go flying.”

“They would?” Talking to unborn babies must be a midwife thing.

“Yes, and anything you can do to make them happy, healthy, and strong will help.” She waved him to the bed next to Azy and Cage sat as instructed.

“I’m not going to sugar this up for the two of you. It’s been several hundred years since we’ve had a dragon son born, and decades since a dragon and a mermaid have mated. Your two little ones have taken up the challenge and are growing at more than twice the rate they should be. That’s making for a difficult pregnancy, and it’s only going to get tougher.”

Azy took Cage’s hand. He swallowed, shoving his own fears down. She was the one bearing the stress for the last month, worrying and growing the babies. The least he could do was pretend he wasn’t scared shitless by the tone of the midwife’s speech. “What can I do to make it easier for her?”

Senora Boh tipped her head and smiled at him. “Anything and everything to make your bond stronger. I suggest starting with a lot of sex.”

Cage coughed and Azy had to pat him on the back. “Sex?”

The midwife had a definite twinkle of mirth in her eye. “Yep. Preferably in your elements. Good thing you moved your Wyr to the beach. Plenty of water, sun, and a lovely breeze here, don’t you think?”

Cage lifted Azy’s hand to his lips. It was no hardship on him to make love to his luscious mate, but he’d thought she wouldn’t be in the mood. He’d been prepared to sacrifice and have blue balls for the next several months.

Azy had said she wanted him earlier but had also put him off. He slid one hand into her long curls, loving the touch of her, wanting to touch more. But only if she was up for it. He didn’t want to hurt her. “Are you okay with this plan?”

Azy laughed and snuggled into him. “Dude. Why do you think I sent the message that you needed to come home ASAP? I had every intention of jumping your bones no matter what Senora Boh said after the appointment this morning.”

Fuck, yeah.

“That is my cue to leave. But, Azynsa, you need to be connected to more than just your mate. I know you haven’t always been able to make friends, but I want you to reach out to the other dragons’ mates. Your happiness and well-being are the best thing you can do for your children.”

 “Uh. Okay, will do.” The scent of untruth floated right out of Azy’s mouth.

Cage should have warned her you can’t lie to a dragon. Why would she not want to do as the witch instructed? He’d thought she was on friendly terms with… uh-oh. Cage couldn’t think of anyone Azy was friends with here in Spain.

The witch clucked her tongue. “Good try. But I’ve already sent for reinforcements. They’ll be here later today.”

What a douchcanoe he was. He should have thought to invite her Mami Wata sisters, or at least asked Ciara and Jakob to stay a while after they’d postponed the wedding.

No wonder she’d called him back from the hunt for Geshtianna.

His little mermaid lover wouldn’t be lonely anymore. He was here for her now.

Azy sat up straighter in the bed, any calm she’d been holding onto totally gone. “Wait. What? Who?”

The witch smiled and made her way to the break in the leaves she’d come in through. She split them open wider and stepped out, floating in the air. “I’ll be back in a few days to check on you. Oh, there’s one more thing that can help. It will protect both your life and the babies, even more than great sex.”

Cage shook his head. The witch was really stuck on the whole sex thing. She began drifting away, like a weird flying nun. “Find the ring.”

*EXCERPT* Rhyndor by Skye Jones


Rhyndor knows he needs to deal with the witch who has defeated him -- twice. He doesn't know his mate Lilly, and her sisters, also want their revenge...


Steffan awoke to his heart pounding, his breath coming in gasps. He had an awful sensation pressing in on him, as if someone or something sat on his chest. He sat and tried to get his breathing under control.

He must have had a nightmare. No wonder, what with them going to track down Celine in four days. It was a dangerous thing he and the other warrior males were doing. A nightmare wouldn’t be so unusual, although he normally slept well these days, the scent of his mates soothing him. 

Then it hit him.

The scents in his room were wrong.

Horribly wrong.

Mia was missing.

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

Wolf Pack Newsletter - 1/9/19


She witnessed his death in her dreams... and now Sybil Murray is on a mission to save him.

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In a world gone to hell, I was taken, threatened, Destroyed. Or so I thought... It was a tempting trade, A deal made with danger. My body for their protection.

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Andrea Staton dedicates her life to finding the hidden doorway to planet Amazon. She is expects an advanced world but she discovers a primitive one at war with its neighbor. She learns to be a warrior. Can she choose between the men that pursue her? She finds one person can lead to great change -- and you can't fight fate.

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A reality show romance! She's a travel blogger who's dying to visit Alaska. But playing football in Alaska might be the death of this wolf shifter.

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Shifters of all species are flowing into Nantahala Forest, eager to lend a paw or talon in the fight against the vampires. The Cause has already filled one magical coven house with vampire-killing witches – switches – and their leader claims more are on the way. More shifters are needed to guard them, hunt with them, and satisfy their Prowl…

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All I wanted was to kick ass at my internship and stop frying my phone battery with my witchy lightning powers. Then I walked into the first day at the record label to find five hot growly guys in a band that I’m supposed to manage, and oh yeah, they’re werewolves. Witches like me and werewolves? We don’t mix.

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Monday, January 7, 2019

A Magical Shift is 1st and FR*EE

Forced to keep her powers under wraps, Isadora Berta dreams of a normal life. After encountering the sexy Ryerson McKinnon, the up-and-coming Alpha wolf, the passion between them ignites hotter than any volcano. Ryerson tries to keep his amped up libido in check, but that’s easier said than done...

*EXCERPT* Charming Marjani by Rebecca Rivard


He’s rich, sexy…and part-fae. But she’s a shifter assassin on a mission. She can’t let herself be charmed… Discover USA Today bestselling author Rebecca Rivard’s steamy world of dark shifters and dangerous fae.


Marjani's skin prickled. She sipped her ale and glanced around.
A tall, rangy man with shoulder-length blond hair slouched at a nearby table, drinking a beer. He met her eyes, not bothering to hide that he was checking her out.
Her breath snagged.
Holy singing crystals, he was beautiful, with slanted cheekbones and sky-blue eyes framed by dark eyelashes. His straight nose had a small bump on the bridge, a tiny imperfection that only heightened his appeal, and his black ribbed sweater stretched across a hard chest.
His cheek creased in a smile—and fear wrapped icy fingers around her lungs.
She jerked her gaze back to her sandwich, her stomach tight, heart thudding in her ears.
Damn, she hated this. A couple of years ago, she might have smiled back, seen where this led. But not anymore. No one touched her. She didn’t even let members of the clan get too close.
A shadow fell across the table.
She snarled, her cougar rising to meet the threat. She forced it down. Shifting in the middle of a human pub could be fatal. The fada and humans had treaties about those things. A fada shifting in a pub for no reason would be automatically targeted by the authorities as feral.
She could be shot on sight—or slapped in a cage.
And she’d have to admit Adric was right after all—she was too broken, too close to going feral, to be out on her own.
The tall blond smiled down at her. Spoke.
Still fighting the cougar, she had to concentrate to make sense of his words.
“I said, mind if I join you?” A surprisingly deep voice, gravel wrapped in silk.
She shook her head. “Yes.”
He lifted a single dark brow. “No, you don’t mind, or yes, you do?”
“Yeah, I mind. I don’t want company.”
His gaze went to the slight lump her quartz made beneath her sweater. “Your accent is American, which means you’re from one of two clans.”
Fine hairs rose all over her body. He was correct; the only earth fada clans in North America were her own clan in Baltimore and the Navajo clan in Arizona.
But how had he made her as an earth fada so fast?
Her nostrils flared, subtly testing the air. Human—he smelled of salt and iron—but with a trace of silver. The man had fae blood, although it might be so faint he didn’t know it himself. Overlaying it was a pleasant grassy scent, as if he spent a lot of time outdoors.
Her cat liked his smell, but the human part of her didn’t like that hint of fae. Not on top of the fact that he knew a little too much about earth fada.
She eased the switchblade from her pocket and released the catch with a quiet snick.
“You don’t want to use that.” He set his plate and glass on her table and took the chair across from her.
Leaning back in his chair, he rested an arm on the back as if she were an old friend instead of a pissed-off shifter with a sharp blade aimed at his privates.
 “Too messy. I’m guessing you don’t want to draw attention.”
“How did you know I’m an earth fada?” she asked, soft and dangerous. “Did Corban send you?”
“Who?” His surprise seemed genuine—and besides, her cousin would never ally himself with a human.
She shook her head. “Never mind.”
“Don’t worry.” His voice dropped as well. “No one else in here noticed—or if they did, they didn’t care. Icelanders are used to magical creatures.”
She narrowed her eyes. “That’s not an answer.”
“What was the question?”
Her breath hissed between her teeth. The man was maddening. “How,” she repeated,
“did you know what I am?”
He grinned, a flash of white against tanned skin. “It’s your walk.”
“My *walk*?”
“You didn’t walk in here, you flowed—like a dancer…or a cat. Every earth fada I’ve ever met walks like that.”
She made a mental note to clomp out of the pub like a freaking Clydesdale horse. “And that interests you—why?”
Another shrug. “It doesn’t. I just liked the look of you. If you want me to leave, I will.”
She relaxed fractionally. He was right, she didn’t want to draw attention. And his scent had the pureness of truth. He didn’t mean her harm.
In fact, all she scented was…interest, of the sexual kind. Was he *flirting* with her?