Shifted Perceptions


Diana DeRicci
ISBN  978-1-936165-66-7

Word Count: 28,734
PDF Page Count: 79
Heat Index: Erotic
Does this book contain violence? No
Genre(s): Paranormal Erotic Romance/  Werewolf Shapeshifter / Ménage

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Dali Bowman has a secret desire, one that she’s already witnessed her closest friends discover for themselves. When Rex Adkins and Gage Hall come into her life, she likes what she sees, and is willing to take the chance. On her terms.

Rex and Gage have been friends since high school, as close as brothers in almost all aspects of their lives, from the secret they both share to the craving they have to find a woman that will complete them as a family. When Rex and Gage meet Dali, the attraction is instant. The confusion is their wolves’ muted interest. Are they wrong? Is Dali the one woman for them?

When they take away Dali’s freedom of choice, she runs, slamming the door on them and their advances. Can they salvage their chance or has their impetuous behavior cost them more than either could imagine?


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“Is that a good bet?” Rex asked her. Music played in the background as the bar had filled with Thursday night customers and couples, the insides getting decidedly noisier. The other two tables were being played now too, so she had to stay kind of close to Gage and Rex. Not that she minded. And now, he'd made a bet.

Dali's heart raced. Two kisses. Or two men running their hands all over her. She tried to find moisture in her mouth. She'd gone bone dry. Her stomach fluttered, heat oozing to settle between her legs.

“I'll take it.” It was a win-win for her. Rex flashed a smile that could only be deemed as predatory. “One condition,” she cautioned. He stopped circling the table, waiting. She walked up to him and Gage followed her.

“No matter the winner, later or outside, but just not here. I'm not an exhibitionist.”

Rex actually sighed his way through a tender laugh. “Dali, we're not animals.” He cupped her cheek and held her for a moment, his thumb stroking her. It was just as well that he'd made the bet. It was getting late enough that she needed to get home. The last dose she'd taken to stop her sneezing wouldn't last for much longer, and she still had an antibiotic to take. She'd been proactive and made sure there was something she could take with the meds if she'd needed, glad now that she had. She wasn't about to sniffle and sneeze the whole evening. She couldn't wait until the antibiotics did their thing, and she could feel normal again.

Dali went to return to her spot when Rex let her go, and she flattened right into Gage's chest, unaware he'd been right behind her. His arm swept around her naturally. “Easy, darlin',” he said gently at her ear. His breath was warm, smelling faintly of the beer they'd been drinking. “There's something you should know.”

She tried to swallow, but it was a wasted effort. “What?” she managed. Her lungs had ceased to work. His arm was strong and gentle at the same time, holding her upright, which was good. She was too close to melting to the floor again.

“Rex and me, we take good care of our woman.” His thumb lifted, stroking right beneath her breast, his nail dragging seductively across the bottom of her bra. Her body tightened and her pussy ached, throbbing for more, for touch.

Woman. One. She knew she hadn't misheard him. Liquid heat spread, reaching to between her legs. She spasmed, aching.

Rex stood, frozen, watching them, his eyes glittering like blue flames in the bar lights. The world around them vanished with that spark of desire burning in his blue eyes and Gage's hard body enveloping hers.

Dali's heart thrummed, the entire process taking no more than a second to dissect. She hadn't been misreading them! Both of these men wanted her. It sent her heart careening into her ribs for several seconds as lust and desire washed through her.

She knew Jason, her boss and the owner of the health club where she worked, and Victor, his oldest friend, shared the woman they both loved, Leesa. Those closest to them knew their idiosyncrasies, and Dali had been friends with Jason and Victor for a long time and had more than one opportunity to hear about Leesa's happiness while at work. Dali also knew she'd never be more than friends with either Jason or Victor, but they'd opened her eyes to something. She wasn't what most would call normal. She didn't crave the same things most women did.

Well, maybe she did. She wanted a man to look at her like he couldn't live without her. She wanted a man to respect her, protect her, cherish her. But what she wanted physically, couldn't be done with just one man. She needed, desired, and hungered for two. Two men to love her body, to please her as she could pleasure them. What Jason and Victor had proven could be done, she wanted. And it looked like she wasn't alone in the wanting.

Leaning relaxed into Gage's chest, she dared, “Make your shot, Rex.”

His jaw twitched and he laughed. “Minx.”

Damaged Cargo

Sandra Sookoo ISBN  978-1-936165-54-4

Word Count: 71,532
PDF Page Count: 220
Heat Index: Erotic
Does this book contain violence? yes
Genre(s): sci-fi/fantasy romance
   

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 When survival is of the utmost importance, it's best to shoot first and ask questions later, especially if you won't like the answers.

 The 22^nd century is heinous and finding a comfortable life in the Levinese Galaxy grows increasingly difficult. 

Emma Gardine, one of a handful of female pirate captains in this throwback Victorian society, begs, borrows, steals and cheats her way through the planetary system on the hunt of a profit.  An expert of guarding her heart and keeping people out, she never shows remorse and uses people until she gets what she wants, but the hope for a normal life glimmers just beyond her reach.  Then she meets Tarik Vartouth and her world splinters with new emotions and possibilities. 

Tarik survived the murder of his sisters and the collapse of his laid-back existence.  He's sick of the mandatory breeding programs for genetic supremacy on Nazulara that send innocent people to death and is looking to campaign for democracy for his species.  When the opportunity to befriend Emma is presented, he takes it and makes a play for her ship in order to carry out his own plot for revenge against his father--the Premier and ruler of the planet.  Stakes are raised when sparks between him and Emma fly.   Now their future, as well as the planet's, hangs in the balance.


These two independent and strong-willed people must learn how set aside their own issues in order to work together for survival and the greater good--unless they kill each other first.

Excerpt:
      Ominous creaks and groans emanated from deep within the bowels of CS4450-9 Beta.  Traveling at high warp speeds through deep space for too long took its toll and it would only be a matter of time before they'd need to dock somewhere for repairs.
      Captain Emma Gardine entered the turbo lift and punched the button for the bridge.  She always hated the identifier for the cargo ship.  It may not be as important as other vessels in the galaxy, but it deserved a name.  Between her and the crew, they called CS4450-9 Beta the Wraith Orchid because a slippery crew who hauled rare, sometimes priceless cargo commanded it.
      Sometimes by orders but most times illegally, which was what made them successful pirates.
      The four levels of mostly cargo holds zipped past in mere seconds.  The top level of the ship held the bridge as well as the sleeping quarters for the crew and a tiny galley kitchen including a common lounge area.  When the doors to the lift slid open, Emma followed the metal catwalk and entered the bridge, her home away from home--wherever that was.  It'd been so long she could hardly remember what it felt like to be anywhere besides the ship.
      “Hey gang.  What's the word?”  Her gaze swept the dark interior of the cozy space, taking in her three-member crew.  “How far away are we from Nazulara?”
      Her navigator and second-in-command, Tomis, barely glanced away from the monitor that bathed his face in a green glow.  “No longer than thirty minutes, ma'am.”
      “Excellent.”  Emma dropped into her chair and grimaced when it squealed.  The whole place was falling apart.  Ignoring the wear and tear woes, she propped her booted feet on the console in front of her.  “Once we arrive and cycle through the annoying paperwork, let's hit the bars and taverns.  First round's on me.”  She frowned, noticing a scuffmark on the toe of one boot.  Damn.  She'd just appropriated the footwear from an unsuspecting traveler she'd met at the last port they'd stayed in.  They were sexy as hell, came to the knee, and made concealing a weapon extremely easy.
      Perfect for one of only a handful of female space pirates in the galaxy.
      “I'm up for that.”  Their weapons expert, Darcy, popped a stick of chewing gum in her mouth.  “We've been on this bucket for far too long this time out.”
      Emma grinned.  “I agree.  First thing I'm gonna do is find a real bathroom.  Using these pop-up commodes and two minute showers is getting old.  I want a leisurely bubble bath, a large glass of wine, and maybe a couple of chocolate truffles.”
      “Ya, old school chocolate.  Not that crap we picked up on Adaris-5.  Tasted like wax.”  Darcy tapped her monitor with a blue painted fingernail, which matched the exact color of her eyebrows and pigtailed hair, another “gift” she acquired on Adaris-5.  “Energy level on the photon cannons is holding at eighty-six percent.  Our cargo is too heavy and we're using too much power keeping it cool.”
      “What the hell are we hauling, anyway?”  Tomis swiveled around on his chair.  His eyes were wide and dark.  “I was pretty high when we left.”  His laughter died off as Emma lifted an eyebrow.  “What?  Adaris-5 has no tax on drugs.”
      Zach Isis looked over his shoulder with a wicked gleam in his eye and a secretive smile on his lips.  Their cargo master and supply man, he knew the exact contents of each container loaded into the hold.  “Well, in the refrigerated compartments we're storing some sort of liquor and twenty slabs of grain-fed burfim.”
      “Burfim?” Emma was puzzled having never heard the term.
      He shrugged.  “I guess it's kinda like an Earth cow.  Sells well in the markets.  We've also got six full freight boxes of salt in the regular hold, which will bring some serious cash once we land.  Nazulara has no salt water on the planet.  All fresh water lakes and rivers so they're desperate for it.  And,” he held up a finger, “Since we stole it from the good, slow-witted people of Adaris-5, we'll be bringing in a hundred percent profit.”
      As laughter echoed in the chamber, Emma swung her feet off the console.  Her soles hit the metal floor with a thud.  “What do you mean we stole it?  I thought we bartered coal for the salt?”
      “That's the genius of it, Captain.”  Zach cocked his cowboy hat at a rakish angle over one eye.  “Those shipping containers were sitting unattended on the loading dock.  I waited a few minutes but no one came for them so me and Darcy just rolled them into the belly of the Wraith Orchid.  Now we'll make more cash because we still have the coal, too.”
      “Damn it, guys, we'll never get legitimate contracts if you keep doing stuff like this.”  She shot to her feet and paced between their chairs.  With her fists firmly planted on her hips, her glare gave way at their expressions of shock.  “Who am I kidding?  The money's not in playing by the book.  Another couple of hauls like this and we'll be looking for a vacation spot.”
      “Good one, Captain!”  Darcy popped a bubble and the crew erupted into laughter again.
      Emma grinned at the familial gaiety.  She'd learned long ago that following the rules only netted her pain, heartache, and empty pockets.  Ever since the day she became a space pirate, she'd set her own hours and crawled the galaxy looking to steal anything that wasn't bolted down--even some that was thanks to Darcy's penchant with high-tech gadgets.  Everyone had a price and her special skill in life was finding those dollar signs.  The more profit they brought in, the better all their lives would be.
      And they wouldn't need to keep running.

 

 The Prince's Knight


Rachel D. Thompson
ISBN 978-1-936165-55-1

Word Count: 34,998
PDF Page Count: 109
Heat Index: Erotic Romance
Does this book contain violence? yes
Genre(s): Fantasy/Erotic Romance/MMF

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Becoming the prince's bodyguard was supposed to be easy. No one warned him to guard his heart...


After receiving a crippling injury, Sir Aric finds himself reassigned to the crown prince's royal guard. He thinks it will be an easy job, but Prince Matthew turns out to be a spoiled brat, too used to getting his own way. Within the first week, the prince disappears and almost gets himself killed in his desire to be a part of the ongoing war effort at the southern edge of the kingdom. Matthew's brief taste of battle is more than enough, making him ready to settle down and attend to matters of state. Marriage tops the list of those, but in the meantime, Matthew and Aric find themselves drawn together by irresistible forces. Until Matthew's chosen bride arrives.


Excerpt:
   Both men stared after her for a moment, perplexed.

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Authors: Phil Partington and Anastasia Rabiyah
Cover Artist: Anastasia Rabiyah
Genre: Fantasy/Sensual Romance
Length: Novella 36,468 words, 112 pages PDF
Heat Level: Sensual. Violence.
ISBN: 978-1-936165-49-0
Released: 07-07-2010

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Love comes in many shades of darkness…and light.

Rumor has it that a woman in white waits for the unsuspecting men of Lott’s Vale and ensnares them in a web of lust and control. Matthew isn’t sure if he believes it or not, but when he encounters the beauty and falls prey to her whims, his simple life is soon turned upside down, his perceptions twisted into a sensual reality of pain and pleasure. Will he free Deshay of the woods from her curse, or will he be another of her slaves, forever bound to her cruel will?

EXCERPT:

“Hello, Matty.”

Matthew grew dizzy as he first looked upon the girl he had once called his love. As truth would have it, he still loved her, though he didn’t realize it until now. Time had aged her to womanhood, as it’s apt to do, but her eyes still sparkled with the youth of the girl he remembered. He recognized the dimples that folded just so at the corners of her smile and the smooth, curly streams of ebony hair that cascaded from the top of her head.

“Alex?”

Her nervous smile widened. She kept silent for the moment, but the smile was all that was needed as far as Matthew was concerned. It spoke a thousand words at once, and he thought he may need to lie down to fully process what was said with that smile. He ran to her and planted a soft kiss on her forehead, nose, then lips; perhaps too forward, but how could he hold back his passion? It seemed appropriate, too, since she accepted his embrace and returned his kiss with her own.

Countless questions of how she’d spent the past eight years, why she’d left without saying goodbye and what she was doing there now all got pushed aside and out of mind. All that mattered now was that she was here. She was really here.

He held her for a moment longer and then unlocked the shop. They entered together—he’d keep the store closed today and, keep the shades closed too—he kissed her again. “Alex.” The word sounded strange, yet delicate spoken aloud, and he smiled as it tickled his lips.

“Yes?”

“Alex…” he said again.

“Yes?”

“Just that,” Matthew said. “Just you.”

She smiled up at him, her brown eyes searching. "I was afraid you had forgotten about me."

He shook his head and bowed to kiss her lips again. He couldn't kiss her enough times. That she let him do it, melding to his body when he drew her close, showed him she felt the same as he did. It was a primal drive within him. He knew they ought to take things slower, but he couldn't help himself. And neither could she. Her soft curves enticed him, her firm breasts, hidden by her dress, pushed to his chest. He rubbed slow circles against her back. Her lips parted. She moaned in his mouth and he pulled back. "How could I forget you, Alex?"

She blushed and followed when he backed into the room where he kept his bed. There they could have privacy in case anyone came to knock, not that he thought anyone would. She was like a waking dream, too good to be true. "You're so beautiful," he told her, when he sat on his small bed. She seated herself beside him and clasped his hand.

“You've grown up,” she said. “Taller...so handsome." She bit at her bottom lip, releasing it slowly, moist and glistening. He wanted to taste her, push her down into his mattress and kiss her all over. He knew the day would be wasted, but Matthew wondered if it was really such a waste. His body tingled with excitement, and he couldn’t stop his heart from pounding.

Author: Diana Castilleja
Cover Artist: Anastasia Rabiyah
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Vampire
Length: Novel, 93,051 words, 226 pages PDF
ISBN: 978-1-936165-44-5
Release Date: June 30, 2010
Heat Level: Sensual Romance
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Chapter One



Joaquin made his decision.

He crouched in the thickening darkness like a silent wraith, unmoving beneath the extended arms of the shadow-laden trees, listening to the mockery of life all around him. His lip lifted with a derisive snarl as the single word knifed through him. Life. He had none. His had ceased to have meaning more than three hundred years ago. At this point, he didn’t even know why he was still paying his penance. After three centuries, he was sure God, himself, would forgive him.

There was no joy on his features, no anticipation, not even the etched sadness he’d worn for decades. Now, there was nothing. Nothing in his heart. He was cold; existing, but not living.

He watched with unblinking attention from the shifting shadows as the young couple disembarked the horse-drawn carriage in the verdant public park. The man held his date tightly in the cooling night air, their heads together in quiet, tender conversation as they strolled the cobbled walkways arm in arm. The gesture meant nothing to Joaquin. Ironwork lampposts created a romantic ambiance, showering golden light onto the flowered trails, the perfect setting for a couple in love. Unfortunately, there were no feelings filling the frozen abyss in his heart as he watched the couple walk through the pools of light. To him, they were his subsistence, nothing more. Tonight, they would be his last.

With the ease of those endless centuries empowering him, he beckoned the couple from the path and into the tree line of the park with a simple command. The closer they came, the more the scent of hot blood raked his senses, and his hungers blazed to match it. Joaquin knew that same fire would shine in his eyes. It was part of his curse, a part of him. Yet, in all of his lonely, silent years stalking the night, he had never taken a life. He’d never cursed another with the cruel and cold creature consuming his soul one endless night at a time. Now, when he’d made his decision to accept whatever judgment waited for him on the other side of the sunrise, he was careful to keep a firm hand on those driving and demanding hungers. He knew if he failed to win the battle tonight, all the years of brutal penance, all the years of his own living hell, would be for nothing.

A firm mental push sent the couple safely on their way after sating his bitter appetite. Neither would ever know the travesty performed on their unsuspecting bodies, or how close to death they had stood.

With a leap, he shot into the night sky, changing his shape to fit into the nighttime world as easily as nature itself, unseen yet in plain sight. The trees of the park melted away as he rose above the earth, slipping through the breezes to leave it all behind. All he had to do was wait for the rising sun. He had no one to tell. There was no one left who knew he even existed. He guessed there should be sadness in that knowledge somewhere, but if there was, Joaquin couldn’t find it.

He had no reason to continue this imitation of living any longer and hadn’t for decades, but he had held out hope that God, someone, would show him why this abysmal hell had been laid at his door. Eventually, even hope dies. Coldness seeped into his skin the further he flew. It forced his concentration to his surroundings where he could easily push away the evening chill with a dismissive thought, recreating the blanket of warmth that would protect him in any form. The northern wilderness cooled faster once the sun had gone down, but he hated staying within the cities. It invariably caused him trouble.

Woods sprawled like a green jeweled sea beneath the beat of his long wings, with some glittering, faceless city left behind. He was sure another city lay somewhere ahead. Was this all there was giving him hope? The knowledge that another warm body could keep him alive for one more night? That some city’s deep streets or the wide open countryside would offer up some treasure, a wisdom he had never been lucky enough to find? A peace of mind that had eluded him for these many centuries? Was this why he’d risen night after endless night? These eternal ages of silence weren’t how he’d wanted to spend his lifetime. More than one lifetime. He released a rare, deep sigh into the silent chill.

This was why Joaquin knew it was time. There wasn’t anything living left inside of him. His heart beat because he made it. He breathed because he could. He didn’t have to do either if he didn’t want to. He had become an emotionless void, no joy in life, nothing to inspire him to feel, to live as the man he had once been. This was not living. This was where he believed he should care, but he couldn’t. Not even a trickled sense of resignation as he searched one last time and found no argument to negate his final decision. He would die in the morning.

Embraced By Passion


Diana DeRicci

ISBN  978-1-936165-48-3

Word Count: 36,003

PDF Page Count: 109

Heat Index: Erotic Romance

Does this book contain violence? Yes

Genre(s): Erotic Romance, MMF, Ménage, paranormal, BBW

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Blurb:


Ja'Rol and Slone have been together for years, but lately a desire they can't help has been creeping up on them. An emptiness neither wanted to admit to fearing the other's reaction and hurt. A faceless need, a woman they know they will encounter. A woman who will bond with them and make them complete in ways neither has ever known or anticipated.

Brigit can't explain the attraction she feels when she meets not one, but both of her mother's ex-bosses. When she learns her mother is about to wed, Slone and Ja'Rol offer to fly her to the ceremony. Their wedding gift--to have Brigit with her mother for the special day.

The trip to Las Vegas guarantees at least the opportunity to win her, to convince Brigit they want her. Embracing their relationship will be the easy part. The telepathy... That's a little harder to explain.

Excerpt:


“Vegas, huh?” Ja’Rol asked.


“Two days.” Brigit ran her fingers through her hair. How was she going to pull that off? She didn’t have tons of cash and a flight forty-eight hours ahead was going to cost a fortune. A bus would be cheaper, but could she do it in two days?


“Let’s surprise your mother,” Ja’Rol offered. “We do miss her. She’d been with us for a long time.”


“How?” she asked, questioning them both.


“Tell us where you’re staying, and your number. We’ll arrange for you to be picked up. We’ll fly. A final gift to say goodbye for her.” Slone sat, looking at her, hardly blinking.


“Won’t that interrupt your week?”


Ja’Rol smiled. “It’ll be worth it.”


After giving them her information, she took a couple numbers with her in case something changed. She promised to be packed and ready by seven the next night to catch the flight with them.


Standing, she noticed again how they stood over her, tall and broad. Both watched her with a protective gleam, and with Ja’Rol, more than a hint of desire. She couldn’t argue with what she saw in him. She felt it too, but being attracted to them both confused her. Just thinking about it made her nipples tighten more.


Feeling off kilter, she shook their hands, fighting to hide the tremble as heat flared up her arm to land in her stomach. It oozed like a hot lava flow to settle between her legs, making her damp with want the longer she stood with them.


“Until tomorrow,” Slone said. His voice had dropped to a low timbre. The kind of voice that made women swoon off their feet. Because she almost did.


“Thank you for doing this,” she said, trying to keep herself grounded. He smelled as good as Ja’Rol. Damn. What did they wear? She was so buying it.


“We’re happy to. You should be with your mother when she shares vows with her soon to be husband.”


Decadent. She was staring at the personification.


She licked her lips. “Tomorrow night?”


“Seven sharp,” he replied. Still holding her hand, he lifted it and brushed the back of her knuckles with his lips, just the softest tease of heat to skin. Her body pulsed as liquid slicked her pussy. Shit. I have got to get out of here before I combust.

“Let me walk you to the way out,” Ja’Rol offered.


Almost numb with need, she followed. Slone opened the door and with a hand to her back, she let Ja’Rol guide her to the elevator. “All the way to one,” he told her.


She nodded. “I can get a cab.”


“A cab?” He glanced at her, his eyes wider. “Not for Traci’s daughter. I’ll go down and call for the car. Are you already settled at your hotel?”


“Yes,” she answered, feeling breathless.


“Good.”


“It’s not an imposition? Doesn’t it take money to just drive me to my hotel?”


“You are now our guest, as we will be your guests to your mother’s wedding. We take care of our guests.”


She felt it was a losing battle, so she didn’t push. Riding in the elevator was a torture. Not as rugged as Slone, dark brown hair, honey gold eyes, he was perfection.


Decadence and perfection. And she was about to be ensconced in an airplane for hours with the two of them.


Brigit swallowed the groan, crossing her arms to conceal her arousal.

Vicky told him about her career as a medical officer. She talked about her hectic four-year training at the Armstrong medical facility on the moon. They laughed as she told him of some of her more colorful instructors and the occasional pranks the students would play on one another. Dwight perked up when she talked about Daniel Destephano, the man she almost went into a two-year marriage contract with.

“Why didn’t you marry him? It’s obvious that you liked him. Did you get a high dollar contract to ship out that messed it up, or maybe it’s the commitment that you don’t care for?”

Vicky smiled and squinted her eyes. “Are you teasing me?”

False shock and indignation flooded Dwight’s face. “Moi? Never!”

She laughed. “Okay, since you weren’t teasing me, I’ll tell you. I caught him in bed with my best friend.”

He cringed. “Ouch.”

“Ouch is right. Daniel and my friend apologized over and over again, claiming that it was a momentary lapse in judgment. I didn’t care. He had hurt me and so had my best friend. He’s the reason I started taking these deep space runs after graduation. I didn’t want to be around anyone, and I figured the deep space runs were the best way to do that. It’s what I’ve been doing ever since.”

Vicky pulled her feet from the straps, grabbed Dwight’s arm, and swung herself around until she hovered in front of him. “Okay, Mr. Larson. Do you have any loves of your life that you would like to share with me?”

Oh, hell no! He thought. All of his loves had begun late in the night at a bar and ended as soon as he woke up the next morning. His relationships were nothing to brag about, at least not with her. “There’s really nothing to tell. I’ve dated, but that’s it. I guess I’ve never been in any place long enough to have a relationship.”

“That’s kind of sad.”
Yeah, tell me about it.
“If we make it through this, do you think you and I might have one?”

Dwight put his hand in hers. Their fingers interlocked and squeezed. “First off, it is when we make it through this. Secondly, the last few days with you have been the closest thing I’ve had to a relationship in years. I like it and would like to see more of it.”

She squeezed his hand and smiled then leaned forward and gave him a coy kiss on the lips. Their lips touched for only a second, but the feeling lingered. It was a good feeling. It touched him inside with an emotion that he hadn’t felt in years if ever. He released her hand and slipped his arm around her waist. His head tilted forward. Her eyes closed and her lips parted slightly.

Author: Anastasia Rabiyah
Cover Artist: Anastasia Rabiyah
Genre: Fantasy/Sensual Romance, Length: Novel 60,867 Words, Heat Level: Sensual, Violence
ISBN: 978-1-936165-42-1
 

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"The Assantra kept many women in her palace, some from all over the lands. They were beautiful, mistress, but…"

She lifted her head to peer down at him. Their gazes locked. She saw the wonder in his blue eyes, the lost look of a man mesmerized. "Say it."

"None like you."

As he stared at her, his mouth slightly ajar, Althyn realized something about herself. Beauty was one thing, but her mermish blood changed what men saw, made her appealing in a way she couldn’t fathom. Suddenly her father’s words, when she’d found him in the jungle standing over her mother’s remains, made sense. She sat up and pushed a braid from her shoulder. "You would do anything for me, wouldn’t you?"

He licked his lower lip with the tip of his pink tongue, his eyes fixed. "Anything you ask."

She stood and walked around her slave. She traced his bare shoulder with her forefinger, marveling at this newfound gift. Certainly, she hadn’t held this strength over her father, but maybe their shared blood negated its power. Her hand slipped up Lainious’s neck and across his tense cheek. She furled her fingers in his thick curls and hummed.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back in ecstasy. "Your voice," he said, breathless. His shears fell from his grip and onto the wood.

Lured to find out more, she knelt before him and cupped his face with both hands. She sang a light melody her mother had taught her as a child, a sweet, lilting lullaby in a tongue she had no name for…until now.

He is handsome, she mused, thinking that his black hair reminded her of her father. He was more muscular though, not as sinewy or lean, and his skin wasn’t as dark. With the pads of her thumbs, she traced his lips and leaned closer, somehow caught in the spell she wove as she sang. The man remained helpless, his pupils dancing behind closed lids, his increasingly heavy exhales tickling her fingertips. What would it be like to kiss him? To force my mouth over his as my father did to my mother?
She leaned in. Her chest brushed his. He flinched, and she dipped her face so that their lips grazed together.

Author: Cynthia Carole
Cover Artist: Anastasia Rabiyah
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Length: Novella 24,538 Words
ISBN: 978-1-936165-40-7
Release Date: May 5, 2010
Heat Level: Erotic
Violence

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Can she betray the only man she’s ever loved to save her son?  Or has this omega been pushed too far…

In the werewolf pack, the omega comes last.  Leslie understood early in life that to fight back only brought her violence and pain.  She learned to obey her father, the packmaster, in all things, even betraying her lover on his orders.  But now, he has pushed her too far, and Leslie must turn to the exiled alpha she once wronged and see if he will trust her one last time.

Leslie and Chris embark on a dark and nightmarish race through the underworld of werewolves, vampires, and even the mysterious fae to save their son…but is it all just another betrayal?

EXCERPT:

She breathed in his scent, the mixture of aftershave, sweat and wolf. Gradually, her heart stopped its frantic beating and slowed to a normal pace. She leaned into him, feeling his warmth and the solid mass of muscles and bone that made up his chest. Since when had he gotten so strong?
Suddenly he rolled over, taking her with him, and pushing her down into the king-sized bed. The polyester comforter smelled of hotel laundry soap. His weight settled on top of her and filled her with need. A pulse of lust shot down her spine to the junction of her legs. Her thighs quivered, and heat pooled in her womb with aching intensity. Her head tried to tell her that now was not the time—that they were both too upset, and that there was no trust between them—but her body wasn’t listening. Her flesh knew what it wanted. Her wolf rose, shoving aside her human confusion and grief.
Chris gave a shaky sigh. “Damn it. Why do you make me so crazy?”
He dug his hand into her hair and kissed her firmly on the lips. His lips, both familiar and strange, took away her last doubts. This could be our last chance. Only God knew what awaited them at her father’s house. Chris. Her first and only lover. She might never touch him again. She thought of the long walks they had taken years ago, strolling hand in hand on the boardwalk while the sun set in the Pacific. He had talked about his future, the judges he knew, the other lawyers in his office, and she would talk about her college classes, her professors, the other students in her classes. They had laughed, kissed, and finally made love after the sun went down and the beach grew dark and empty.
His lips roved over hers now, deepening their kiss, and she became that girl again. The girl with hopes and dreams.
She opened her mouth to him, and his tongue darted in to taste her. Wrapping her arms around his wide chest, she gripped the muscles of his back through his shirt. He shifted off her, but kept his mouth on hers, his tongue running across her teeth. The warmth of his hand startled her as he slid it up her shirt and over her ribcage. Her white bra glowed in the dark room.
She sat up, pushing him back. The fact that he allowed her to made her feel powerful. He would never take what wasn’t given. With shaky hands, she yanked off her shirt and unsnapped her bra. Both pieces of clothing fell to the floor. Her breasts glowed pale in the faint twilight that came through the window.
A lusty growl escaped his mouth, and he grabbed her. He pulled her to sit on top of him. His strength made her feel like a doll, and his big hands roamed over her bare back, making her wish she could purr. She felt his erection beneath his pants, and when she wiggled her hips, he groaned. His fingers roamed around until he cupped her breasts. She arched her spine as the pleasure tingled her skin and sent more hot fluid rushing between her legs.
She never wanted his hands to stop. He played with her nipples, gently pinching until they were tight and small. Then he raised his head and took one in his mouth. His tongue danced there, flicking the pebbled tip back and forth. She cried out. Now the need for more overwhelmed her.
They seemed to have the same thought at the same time, because he rolled her to one side and yanked open her pants. They came off with barely a tug, and he threw them across the room. Then his clothes came off. His body was far more sculpted than she remembered. Muscles rippled across his chest, and his arms bulged. When did a lawyer have time to body build? But she didn’t want to take the time to ask, or to even think about it. She needed him, and she needed him now.
She lay on the bed, naked, exposed, and waiting. His eyes glittered with lust and wolf—and she knew that he was losing his control. He crawled on his hands and knees, looming above her with his hot breath and huge bulk. He blocked out the light from the window. She raised her chin, exposing the long column of her neck. Her wolf needed this. The animal inside her knew how to placate him. She lay still and open, her pulse points exposed.

Author: Rachel D. Thompson
Cover Artist: Anastasia RabiyahGenre: Paranormal RomanceLength: NovellaISBN 978-1-936165-39-1Heat Level: Sensual RomanceViolence

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Shanna dreams of becoming a level-five witch. Only one thing stands in her way—her ability. Attempting to conjure a low-grade imp brings forth a terrifying demon straight out of the nine hells. Worse yet, he claims to be tied to her through a contract formed with her late father. Who is the demon Alecandros really? He seems to know far too much about her...

EXCERPT:
“Are you all right, little witch?”
She wasn’t. A demon stood so close to her she could feel the unnatural heat baking off his skin, coming off him in waves. Her muscles had tensed up so much she didn’t think she could move, even to defend herself. Of course, any spells she’d memorized had flown right out of her head anyway. They wouldn’t do her any good.
He picked her up before she could fall again and retrieved the jar from her limp grasp. He set it back on the shelf.
“Clumsy little witch.”
She gasped as he slung her over his back, steadying her with a hand on her rump. He took the stairs two at a time, and she bumped along with his unsteady gait, her view obstructed by his back.
They passed through the kitchen and into her bedroom. Dried potpourri filled the air with the scent of lilacs, an aroma she favored. He unslung her and after a short ride through the air, she landed on a soft surface. Her bed. She grabbed handfuls of the yellow comforter, sure it would soon be splattered red.
His face appeared in her view at the side of the bed, his forehead wrinkled. “You okay?”
She scrambled backwards, rumpling the sheets and comforter into a ball around her feet. Her head banged against the wall. “Ow!”
Rubbing the back of her head and trying to hold back a sob, she stared at the demon. His image doubled in her vision as tears threatened.
“Why don’t you just kill me and get it over with?” she choked out.
He cocked an eyebrow. “What makes you think I’m going to kill you?”
She thought that should be obvious, but maybe he needed clarification. “You’re a demon.”
He sighed and shook his head. “I’m not that kind of demon. Tell me something, little witch. Why did you summon me?”
The question caught her off-guard. She sniffled. “What?”
“It’s a simple question. Demons are usually summoned because the summoner wants something. What. Do. You. Want?” He enunciated each word, as if speaking to a half-wit.
“I didn’t mean to summon you.”
“Oh. I see.” He sat on the bed with his legs folded underneath him. Then he smirked. “Then you shouldn’t have drawn my symbol within the circle.”
“I didn’t—” she began, but he cut her off.
“I’ve been summoned by many witches. But never accidentally.” He gave her a sly, sidelong glance, his eyes smoldering.
The temperature in the room rose about ten degrees. He got off the bed so he could execute a sharp bow. “If I’m an accident, allow me to introduce myself. I am Alecandros. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
After giving her sore head one more rub, she folded her arms.
“Do you even know what you’ve summoned, little witch?”
“It doesn’t matter. As soon as I figure out how to send you back to wherever you came from, I will.” The brave words lost some of their edge when her voice wavered.
“And why would you want to do that?” he asked in a dangerous tone.
She sounded uncertain even to herself. “You’re a demon. You belong in another dimension.”
“I do?” He spread his arms. “Do I look like a demon to you?”
She stared at him. He looked a few years older than she did, and his blue eyes had adopted a more innocent look. No, he didn’t look much like a demon now. Until his eyes flashed to black and back again.
“Let me show you what witches usually use me for,” he whispered, sliding closer. His hand on her ankle made her jump.
“Stop it.” Her voice sounded strangled, even to her.
His hand slid higher, bringing her skirt with it as he leaned over her. “Why? I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

Author: Sandy Samson
Cover Artist: Anastasia Rabiyah
Genre: Science Fiction, Mainstream
Length: Epic Novel 150,294 words
ISBN: 978-1-936165-37-7
Release Date: 4-1-2010
Heat Level: Sweet
Violence

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Tragedy inside mankind’s first outpost on Mars triggers political intrigue, betrayal, murder, and the ultimate triumph of courage over greed.
Glenn Station broadcasts a desperate call for help and then goes silent.  A rescue crew sets out on the long journey to Mars, but mysterious accidents and injuries throw the operation into chaos.  The pilot, John Hellman, soon concludes that someone on Earth has planted a traitor in their midst.  As panic mounts among his shipmates, he struggles to identify the deadly phantom force that is slowly killing off his crew.
Back on Earth, John's wife Marie heads up the government lab studying peculiar artifacts from the red planet.  When she uncovers the frightening truth behind the Glenn Station disaster, she realizes that the future of humanity may be in her hands.  But the danger she now faces is far different from what she ever expected.  A cabal of nationalistic zealots has taken control of the mission to Mars, and they are determined to destroy anyone who threatens their hold on power.  Marie’s only hope is to match wits with the player at the heart of the game, a ruthless renegade who will do whatever it takes to win.
John and Marie Hellman are a world apart, yet together they are fighting the deadliest threat that mankind has ever seen.

EXCERPT:

“I have something to tell you,” she said. “Something very important.”
He nodded.
“John, I know Sarah Carpenter has a reputation for being, well, difficult.”
He smiled.
“It’s probably hard for you to accept that she’s commanding this mission.”
“Mine is not to question.”
She leaned over him and whispered. “Can I tell you a little secret? Just between you and me?” She grinned sheepishly as she said it.
“Whisper it in my ear. Slowly.” He smiled back and turned his head.
She put her mouth to his ear and whispered, “I think she’s a brass-balled bitch.” She stood up as he snorted, and continued out loud. “But you know what? Some very bright people picked her, and I think they picked the right person for this job.”
“Could be. After all, they had only two weeks to put a crew together. Real commanders don’t grow on trees.”
“John, this is important. I’m serious. You may not understand. Just please believe me.”
He nodded his head in agreement.
“She’s in charge of this mission. You’re at the controls, but she gives the orders. It’s important that you follow every order she gives. You may not always understand why she’s doing something, but you need to do what she says anyway, no matter how you may feel about it. Do it for me, okay?”
He swallowed. “She’s the commander. I obey orders. That’s my job, right? Besides, if that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get. I’ll do it for you.” He squeezed her hand as he said it.
She leaned over him one last time and kissed him on the lips. Then, she whispered, “I love you. Come home soon.”