Monday, January 14, 2019
*EXCERPT* Rhyndor by Skye Jones
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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...
~ EXCERPT ~
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
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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
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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.
~ EXCERPT ~
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.
“No?”
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?
Sunday, December 23, 2018
*EXCERPT* Many Lives Box Set by Laxmi Hariharan
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In this binge worthy bundle five courageous warriors with heart seek their fated mates in the women who dare to take them on, and teach them the true meaning of love.
~ EXCERPT ~
I want him. I want to fill my senses with that psychic essence of him again, to draw his light into me. The pull of his energy, combined with the raw physical need that hammers away in my gut drives me half out of my head with desire.
Unable to say anything, not sure how to even put what I am feeling into words, I reach up and touch his mouth.
His lips close around my finger tip, and when he sucks on it, the sensations zoom straight to my core, tugging on the raw hunger that lurks there. And it's as if he feels it too, for the sparks in those blue eyes ignite.
Mad with wanting, I stand up on tiptoe and slurp at his lips.
A shudder runs down his spine. Hands gripping my hips, pulling me close enough so I can feel his arousal; then his mouth is on mine, his tongue thrusting inside. With one hand squeezing my hip, he pulls my legs apart with the other.
Then he slides his fingers under my shorts, thrusting his finger inside me; so sudden and yet so intimate that white-hot pleasure pours down my spine. I'm sure I scream. I can't hear myself, though, for the blood is pumping in my ears, my heart racing as his mouth devours mine.
I am dimly aware of a crack of thunder, or perhaps it's my pulse beating in my ears, I can't be sure. For just then, a second finger joins the first, filling me up even more. Then he's moving his fingers in and out, and again. The friction of his skin sliding against the most intimate part of me sends a jolt of molten desire throbbing through me.
When he slides his fingers out, I protest, the sound coming out a breathy thread of noise I can't recognize as my own. My eyes flutter open in time to see him lick his fingers. And that sends another pulse of longing through me.
""How do I taste?"" I can't stop myself from asking
""Like cinnamon and salt, and wild fire. You taste...like you"" he says.
*EXCERPT* Obsession by Laxmi Hariharan
99¢ SALE ~ FR*EE in KU
Eve is sure that she'll never meet a man as dominant as herself… Until a sexy lion shifter turns her world upside down…
~ EXCERPT ~
A growl of frustration rumbled up his chest. It echoed the heat that was tearing her insides. Driving her to plaster her breasts to his chest.
She plunged her fingers into that thick hair she’d been wanting to pet for so long. Meeting him thrust for thrust, she danced her tongue over his. It wasn’t half enough.
A snarl bubbled up. She bit down on his lower lip.
“Putain.” He tore his mouth from her.
His chest rose and fell, his lips swollen and clearly throbbing. He looked like how she felt.
Aroused—and wanting and frustrated.
Those amber eyes were dilated to sheets of gold. She saw herself reflected in them.
She licked her lips. “Consider that a thank you for services rendered.” She was a tough alpha woman. She hated what she was going to do to him, to her, to what they could be.
This crazy attraction between them could only end in one thing. Their mating. His death.
She dropped her hands to her sides.
His jaw hardened.
She had to do this before she lost courage. Had to show him that she didn’t care for him. That he was just someone who’d happened to be there at the right time to help her out.
“When I’m back in Mauritania, I’ll make sure to reward you properly.” There. She’d snubbed him.
If she thought she’d seen him angry, that was nothing.
His shoulders heaved, and his hands balled into fists at his sides. Nostrils flaring, he peeled his lips back to show his teeth.
There it was...his beast. She’d stripped him of the mask he’d worn so far.
He’d fought for her.
How would it be to fight with him?
A shudder of sexual awareness skittered over her skin.
She was shocked to find herself go wet. She had to get away from him before her body gave itself away, before he sensed how turned on she was, not just by his desire but also by his fury.
She unwrapped her legs from around him. He slid to his feet. The lack of contact instantly made her shiver. Like she’d lost a part of her. It convinced her she was doing the right thing.
“You should leave.” Rising, she sauntered to the shower on unsteady legs.
“You should...realize something.” His tone was polite.
The hackles on her neck rose. She’d turned her back on a dangerous predator. Apprehension jolted her spine. She spun around. Her heart hammered against her ribcage.
His biceps rippled. He placed his hands on his hips.
Her pulse raced. The chemistry between them turned up another notch.
He looked big and strong and so fucking sexy. He looked...delicious.
A bead of sweat rolled down between her breasts. She wanted to fling herself back at him and beg him to take her, to finish what they’d started, what she’d just tasted. Her breath hitched.
Cain tossed his head, every inch an alpha dominant male. “You’re not leaving this city without making love with me.”
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