Monday, January 14, 2019

*EXCERPT* Baby Me by Aidy Award



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




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

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

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

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

She was his.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A thousand conflicting thoughts shot through Cage’s mind.

He and Azy were both naked.

Who was this woman?

Was she a threat?

Didn’t he know her from somewhere?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck, yeah.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*EXCERPT* Rhyndor by Skye Jones



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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.




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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.



 

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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




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Eve is sure that she'll never meet a man as dominant as herself… Until a sexy lion shifter turns her world upside down…



 

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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.”