Liron's Melody
Brieanna Robertson ISBN  978-1-936165-76-6


Word Count: 64,620
PDF Page Count: 195
Heat Index: Sensual
Does this book contain violence? No
Genre(s): Mainstream Romance, Fantasy

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Release Date: 2-16-2011
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Art heals, and one woman learns the true power of music.



A Julliard graduate and former member of the Philharmonic Orchestra, Melody hasn't played anything since her parents were killed in a tragic car accident. But when her friend buys her an old, weathered music score that seems to call to her, she is intrigued.
She knew that playing again would be a freeing feeling, but she never expected the action to open up a gateway to a world where creation and the arts are dominant and emotions are not frowned upon, but embraced. And she definitely never expected to be tossed into the living room of a muse--a man who lives and breathes music, who can calm her with a touch and make her hear symphonies.
As Melody learns of Liron, his world, and his own loss, she begins to heal, feel whole, and find herself again. But when the connection to Melody's world and the muse world is severed, will the music Liron inspired, as well as the power of her love, be enough to reunite them? More importantly, can Melody find the strength within herself to face the past she has been running from and do what needs to be done for the future she longs to have?

Excerpt:
It was a mournful song, slow and dark, Gothic almost. She had planned to stop after the first few measures, but once she started, two things happened. Wondrous ecstasy coursed throughout her entire body as the music filled her soul once again, and her fingers moved over the keys with grace and ease, like she had never stopped playing. For one beautiful second, she felt like she'd come home. That reason alone was enough to keep her there, but something else happened. Something strange and all consuming.

While the sorrowful notes echoed through her empty house, her mind conjured up the image of a man sitting at a piano, alone in a candlelit room. She was looking at him from behind as he hunched over the keys, lost within the same notes she was currently playing. Long, shining, chestnut-colored hair spilled down his back and around broad shoulders that seemed burdened, as if they carried weight. That particular thing struck her because she noted that his shoulders looked the way hers felt. Heavy, tired, sad…

She focused on the image in her mind, more than happy to devote her attention to whatever her imagination conjured instead of the grief of missing her parents. The music filled her, swirled around her, along with the unbearable loneliness that emanated from the man at the piano. It was almost as tangible as hers, and her heart connected to him, whoever he was. An embodiment of her own pain and sadness, she imagined.

A chill ran the course of her body and the temperature in the room seemed to drop, which she thought was strange considering it was the middle of the summer. She ignored it as she continued to play, driven on by the gorgeous music and the enigmatic image in her mind. She found she wanted to know more about the person in her subconscious, the man brought to life by this aged score. It seemed he had a story to tell, and the only way to know it was to continue playing.

So, she did. She gave herself over to the notes and chords, lost herself within the vision in her mind until it seemed almost real. The temperature in the room continued to cool and the hair on her arms bristled. She felt a strange, tugging sensation around her heart, as if it wanted her to reach out to the man at the piano, touch him, soothe him, let him know he was not as alone as he felt, and maybe assure herself that she wasn't either.

As the music coursed through her and around her, she played with abandon. It was only when she shivered that she realized her eyes were closed, had been closed for quite awhile. With a start, her fingers fumbled on the keys, causing the pristine notes she had been playing to falter. How could she be playing the music in front of her without looking at it? Had she just improvised the last few minutes? She stilled her fingers, but the melody of the music continued on in her mind, echoing as if through a long tunnel. If she didn't know better, she would have thought it wasn't in her mind at all, but close by, and real.

Dampness touched her bare arms, and she swore she could smell the ocean, which made absolutely no sense considering she lived in Colorado, and nowhere near the sea. She looked toward her front door, wondering if she'd left it open and some kind of strange storm had rolled in.

She gasped and jumped so hard she almost fell straight off her piano bench. She squeezed her eyes shut and rubbed them with the heels of her palms. When she opened them again, everything was as it should have been, and the temperature in the room went back to normal. She stared at her empty living room, trying to figure out what she had seen. For a second, the half of the room she wasn't in had looked like some kind of stone structure, like a room in a castle. It had felt cold and foggy, dimly lit with flickering candles, and in the corner where the door should have been, sat the man her imagination had conjured while playing the music. Only, she'd stopped playing, and he had continued.

“What in the world?” she whispered. Her heart pounded and her mouth felt dry. She glanced at the score of music and eyeballed it. She had never been an exceptionally creative person. Not visually anyway, in the way of dreaming up strange visions. Even if she had daydreamed now and again, they had never been so vivid that they had taken up residence in the room she was in.

Maybe she'd finally lost her mind. Or maybe she was so exhausted from Rob's hike of death that her brain was playing tricks on her. That had to be it.

But even as she convinced herself that was the only logical explanation, her heart still ached at the sorrow she had felt while gazing upon that man. She glanced at the keys, part of her longing to play again, to see if she could glimpse him a second time. Part of her was afraid to. What if she really was losing her mind? Had grief and isolation finally caused her to crack? If so, it probably wasn't healthy to continue entertaining the fantasy.

But…

The desire to play again was overwhelming, no matter how irrational it was. No matter if he was a complete hallucination of her deluded mind. She just wanted to see him again. She wanted to see him because, in their shared sorrow, for one brief moment, she had not felt completely alone.

Exhaling slowly, she placed her shaking fingers back over the keys.

My One True Love

Stephanie Taylor
ISBN  978-1-936165-80-3


Word Count: 16,010
PDF Page Count: 57
Heat Index: Sweet
Does this book contain violence? no
Genre(s): Mainstream Romance

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Love or contentment.  What would you choose?

Seven years ago, Liz Henley left her fiancé without a backward glance to live a bigger life anywhere but in Oakley. Now she's back, with a new fiancé, ready to tie the knot on Valentine's Day in the town she grew up in.  But one thing stands in her way: her first true love, Jason Kenyon.
Jason Kenyon has never really gotten over Liz, but he doesn't let that stop him from being the best park ranger he can be.  When he see the body of a female go sailing past him during an avalanche, he doesn't think twice about trying to rescue her.  It isn't until they're both back at Jason's cabin that he realizes the body is none other than his almost-wife, Liz. 
Torn between his love for Liz and his duty to return her, Jason has to make a decision.  Does he take her back to her new fiancé or fight with all his might to get back the woman he never stopped loving?


   “Me.”

Second-Rate Groupies


Brieanna Robertson
ISBN 978-1-936165-78-0

Word Count: 71,832
PDF Page Count: 210
Heat Index: Sweet
Does this book contain violence? Nah
Genre(s): Mainstream Romance

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Tagline: “Some dreams aren't impossible, some stars aren't untouchable, and sometimes real life can rival what is only imagined.”
Blurb:

"I suppose, in the end, it really comes down to a choice you have to make, yourself: Live in the shadows because it's much easier, or chase the small glimmers of gold, choosing to believe that, if you follow them, they will lead you to oceans of it…"

That's what we were doing, chasing the glimmers of gold. We needed something to believe in again, my two best friends and I. After disastrous relationships and a dead-end, grunt labor job, we were burnt out on life and even more burnt out on men. The only thing that made us happy, that we all had in common, was a metal band we adored. So, on a whim, we had decided we would follow them on their tour across the West Coast. We needed some adventure, some fun, a step out of normalcy.

What we got was mayhem. And what I got was a cocky, sexy security guard who was determined to pursue me despite my less than encouraging attitude.

I had expected an adventure. What I'd received was a lesson in life, and a lesson in love. Some untouchable stars are not always out of reach, and sometimes real life can be better than fiction.

Excerpt: (Help me think of a funny scene. I'm not sure which one to use. Lol)
   He must have noticed the small chink in my armor because he cocked his head to one side and smiled wider. “Come on,” he urged. “You're in Las Vegas. You can't come to Vegas and write poetry in a bar. That's wrong on the highest level!”

Friday Night
Liam Drake
ISBN  978-1-936165-62-9

Word Count: 15569
PDF Page Count: 55
Heat Index: Erotic
Does this book contain violence? Yes
Genre(s): Paranormal Erotic Romance/Werewolf/Halloween

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Tagline:
Jack has a secret, a shady past, a jilted lover. So many reasons to avoid…Friday night.

Blurb:
“You're blushing,” he said.

I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand. Had to keep the libido in check.

His other hand came across the table and took hold of my fingers. “I am looking forward to Friday night,” he said. “To having you all to myself, not out in the open. I think maybe…you will let yourself out when it's the two of us. You'll stop being so cautious. No?”

I shook my head. “Maybe. Hell, I don't know.”

“We can't keep running for the rest of our lives. We have to try again, Jack. Why not now? Why not you? Why not me? We know what it's like to be hurt. To run. To feel like we are not worth more than dirt.” He winced when he said that last part, obviously haunted by his past as much as I was haunted by mine. “I won't hurt you.” He grinned, all seriousness gone from his eyes when he whispered, “Not unless you ask me to.”

“Ha.” I squeezed his hand, imagining the possibilities, ready to make up monthly lies to hide why I'd be gone every full moon. Desperate for companionship. Hopeless.

I stayed with him while he ate his lunch. Every lick of the fork or suck he made on his lower lip only increased my torture, my lust for the man sitting in front of me. He talked about work, about his boss and the old woman that answered phones for the company. He liked the old woman a lot. Called her Nana as if she were his grandmother. He talked about his little sister who would be coming to visit him any day now and now I understood why he had asked me about liking women.

“When's the last time you saw her?” I asked.

“Seven years. Our stepfather was evil to Maria. He was abusive to the both of us. It's worse for a girl I think.” Pain transformed his stern features into something crushing, ultimate sorrow and regret. “My sister is stronger than me,” he said in a low growl. “She survived. She stayed there after I ran away. She is the strongest person I know.” He pushed his empty plate aside and frowned. “You will meet her, Jack. You will see what I mean. I've told her about you.”

He glanced at his watch and shook his head, blue-black hair shining beneath the fluorescent lights. “Have to go.”

We both stood.

He closed in.

Every cautionary instinct fired off inside me. Run. RUN!

His arms clutched my body, barring me to him as he turned his face to one side and pressed his firm lips to my mouth. I was trapped. I was scared. I was afraid of being hurt again. The wolf in me shivered and whined. Then, with a defeated whimper, the wolf submitted. Heat washed over my skin.

I kissed back.

Raul broke away and left me standing there as he rushed out back to work. It wasn't weird for men to kiss each other here. It was a gay bar after all. But it was weird for me to be kissed like that. Out in the open. Forcefully with passion, not trickery.

Delany's Catch


Diana DeRicci
ISBN  978-1-936165-56-8

Word Count: 27788
PDF Page Count: 78
Heat Index: Erotic
Does this book contain violence? Yes
Genre(s): Paranormal Erotic Romance/werewolf/shifter/ GLBT(M/M)


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Can love overcome the destructive force of an unnatural secret?

Alone since his boyfriend left him for another man, Jake Holiday has been working his bookstore, treading water, and keeping to himself. It was simple and uncomplicated.


Delany Coltrane changed that.


Turning a corner looking for an address, Del wasn't expecting to find the hot guy hidden under the stack of boxes, but couldn't regret needing to ask for directions. Not when Jake was his wolf's mate, and too damn sexy to ignore even if he weren't.


But with money problems and safety at the bookstore an issue, can Del and Jake find a middle ground to let their attraction flourish? Because trust is essential to share Del's largest secret with Jake. A secret that encompasses not just Delany, but his whole family.


 Del's wolf was whining, wanting to comfort the man at Del's side. Something was bothering his mate. He was nervous and unsure. Even Del could sense the tension radiating off of him now. Taking a slow breath in through his nose, he calmed his desire as much as he could. Time. He'd said he had it. Time to put his money where his mouth was. He wouldn't push for more than Jake was willing to give. Though holding back was killing him.
      He sat to unlace his boots, kicking them off with a sigh of pleasure. He wiggled his toes within his socks. “Much better.” He set them by the couch to find later, then scooted back. Palming a pillow, he settled it on his thigh. “Come here.” He patted the pillow. “Let me at least touch you.”

 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.

The Lord of the Dead
Cynthia Carole
ISBN 978-1-936165-51-3
Word Count: 31,210
PDF Page Count: 101
Heat Index: erotic romance
Does this book contain violence? Yes
Genre(s): Fantasy/ Erotic Romance

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Will she risk everything for love?


Blurb: The King is dead in the Dragonhall, and now the heirs gather for the Ascension. Marc Fitz Edward is more than just the family black sheep; he’s a necromancer from beyond the protective Veil. The townspeople think he’s evil, the high priest wants him ambushed, and his cousin, the prince, has an even more merciless scheme. Marc’s only protection is his dark magic, and Judith, a sworn knight of the realm. But in the end, will Judith forswear her oath to save Marc, or will she let him die to preserve her kingdom?


Excerpt:

The silence of the room suddenly seemed thicker. His thumb moved to her full lip and softly slid across the pink flesh. He didn’t dare breathe. She was so beautiful. Her dark hair, half loose, curled around her face and neck. Her breasts heaved with each breath beneath the soft silk of her dress. He could see the darker nipples pressing up against the fabric.
Her summer-painted eyes lit her pale, marble-smooth face. He wanted to see them glowing with happiness. He longed to melt that deep reserve and watch her smile.
With slight trepidation, he took her into his arms. Her lithe, strong body softened against his. Her breasts were firm and yet soft, touching his chest, her breath sweet in his mouth as she leaned up to be kissed.
Slowly, he lowered his lips to hers. His fingers tightened on her arms. Nothing in his life had ever felt so right as kissing her. Her pliant lips parted as passion roared up inside of him.
His tongue pressed in, and he licked her teeth, plunged into the warm, soft interior of her mouth. The moment stretched out. He didn’t push further and yet didn’t pull back. Still, his loins flooded with fierce need.
She moaned against his mouth, and need overtook his caution. He tasted her deeply. She eagerly met him movement for movement until they both had to part for breath.
“Wait!” she gasped.
“I’m sorry,” he said while his erection strained against his clothing. “I’m sorry.” What a lie! He wasn’t a bit sorry. He wanted to savor her again and again. No one had inspired him so.
“Don’t be sorry.” She gave him one of her fierce frowns. “I just want to remove my sword.” She unfastened her belt and set the heavy weapon on the floor.
He laughed. “Now that is one I haven’t heard before.”
Her hands gripped his robe and tugged him closer. “Where were we?” She kissed him with more passion than he had thought possible. His blood pulsed hot in his veins, his manhood strained.

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.

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.”

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