Friday, October 19, 2018

*EXCERPT* Once Upon a Spell Box Set Book 1 by Vivienne Savage




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A sinfully steamy twist on three classic fairy tales. 

Beauty's beast is a dragon, the big bad wolf is big indeed, and there's only one bear for Goldi...



 

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~ Goldilocks and the Bear ~

Ramsay snorted, unable to blame his guest for bypassing the other two bowls. After wolfing down his portion and Heldreth’s serving, he made his way into the bedroom. It wasn’t until he reached for his blankets that he noticed the golden head peeking out from beneath the covers.

Had they sent him entertainment instead, deciding the best way to coerce their new Father Bear into a vacation would be for him to take his comfort in a soft woman? The plan seemed devious enough for Little Bear, with a hint of Heldreth’s busybody nature. Hadn’t she been the one to suggest for him to claim a mate and do it soon?

Ramsay grunted. Had the others not preferred their beds to be unsuitable polar opposites, he would have crawled into one of them instead. For a moment, he didn’t know what to do, confused by the girl’s presence. She didn’t smell like bear or have the broad shoulders and muscular physique of a shifter woman. 

Peeling back the blankets for a look at her confirmed his suspicions. Her slight frame, fragile and fine-boned, would have broken beneath a bear woman’s fists. Her blonde hair spilled as gold as the sun over his pillows, and freckles stood out against her fair cheeks.

Not knowing what to make of it, he admired her longer. The fact that she’d chosen his bed couldn’t be a coincidence, so he threw caution to the wind and crawled in beneath the blankets.

Her hair smelled like lilacs, and when he curled his arms around her, she snuggled in closer against him. While she’d gone to bed in too much clothing—her simple nightshift interrupting the skin-to-skin contact he would have preferred—she was still an improvement over sleeping alone. He nuzzled her once or twice but found her sound asleep, unresponsive aside from a content, indiscernible murmur. 

The peaceful rhythm of her breathing lulled him to sleep. With his arms around her, he held her safe and secure.

An explosion of pain in the abdomen jerked Ramsay awake. He tumbled back and out of the large bed, landing on the wooden floor.

Ramsay’s mind jumped to a dozen possibilities, the worst of them being that they were under attack. He got his bearings and prepared to shift, leaping to his feet before he realized the girl was crouched above him on the bed with a dagger in her hand and fire in her eyes.

“What in the stars was that about?” he roared. The pain rapidly faded, but the bewilderment only worsened with each passing second.

“Who are you?” his assailant questioned in his language, her Oclander flawed but understandable. “How dare you welcome yourself to my bed as if I were some strumpet to be fondled in sleep?”

“Your bed?” he growled low, the noise rumbling through his chest. “You invade my lodge and my bed, then have the sheer cheek to pull a knife on me?”

“Do you often crawl into bed with strangers?”

“When I’m tired and want my bed, yes,” he snapped back. When he moved closer, the girl feinted with the blade and warned him back again. It made him want her even more. For a human, she had nerve. A spine of steel, something he wouldn’t have expected of a fragile non-shifter. “Come back to bed with me.”

“No. In fact, I think I’ll be leaving.”

Thunder cracked overhead and shook the cabin, making them both glance toward the nearest window. Another booming roll soon followed.

“You won’t be going anywhere in this weather. Now, who sent you, girl? Was it Talbot?”

Her brow creased. “No one sent me here at all.”

Studying her long enough to take in her state of partial undress, his eyes swept the dimmed room until he located travel leathers and a cloak. “So you’re an intruder who chose to help herself to my lodge.”

“I didn’t mean to,” she said in a more apologetic tone. “In fact, I’d planned to beg your kindness to escape the storm.”

“But I wasn’t here.”

The knife wavered and lowered an inch as indecision furrowed her brow again. “I will leave if I must. Putting you out wasn’t my intention.”

Ramsay ran his fingers through his short blond hair. A beautiful woman had landed in his lap by chance, and she couldn’t wait to be away from him. “You haven’t put me out. If you must know, I’d expected the company of my fellow clansmen, who won’t be joining me after all. I’d say help yourself to my lodgings, but you’ve already done that.”

Hot color spread across her cheeks. “I planned to leave some coins if no one showed up before I left, and I did clean up my mess.” Her gaze drifted lower and passed over his chest, only to jerk upward again to his face.


“Coin isn’t necessary. I’ve plenty of my own. Ah… listen. Stay the night then, and we’ll call this a misunderstanding. The storm is raging out there, and your poor horse doesn’t deserve the punishment.” He gestured to the bed. “Go on then.”


Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Wolf Pack Newsletter - 10/17/2018




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When dragon shifter, Declan Sinclair, was asked to travel to Earth to heal someone, he thought it would be an easy in—easy out affair. Boy had he been wrong. Not the healing part, but what happened during his one-hour visit: he met Chelsea McKinnon.


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Tyne loves his curvy girl, Moe, but everything seems set against them ever completing their mating. Will he ever be able to claim her?


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Hannah has been having strange visions all her life. Lately her visions seem to feature a dark and mysterious man. He's got the body of a Greek god, rides a steel horse, and has...the wings of a dragon? But there's also another man who lives in her dreams. This one seems to radiate hatred, evil...and death. And he's close.


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When Carly dreams about a hot guy and a bear, she’s mysteriously drawn to Maine. With her best friend by her side, she travels across the country and finds a secret world of werebear, true-mate love, and danger. Carly learns she’s the key to saving a clan, but can she do what destiny has planned?


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Mysterious deaths have occurred in Budapest and vampires are suspected. Connie Bence fits the victim profile perfectly, so her slayer boss sends her to draw out the vampires responsible. But when the bait is taken, the vampires escape with her as their hostage...


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Friday, October 12, 2018

*EXCERPT* Tempted by a Vampire by Susan Griscom





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A temptation they couldn't resist, leads to a future they never imagined.

Book 1 in the Immortal Hearts of San Francisco Series. Recently revised with added content.



 

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“Cian!” my brother whisper-shouted rather abruptly from behind me. I turned to face him. Annoyed.
“What?”
“Are you ready, man?” he whispered.
“Yes.” Pivoting to face the audience again, my gaze unconsciously snapped back to the beautiful woman sitting at the table in front of me.
“Well, you sure the hell aren’t acting like it,” he said, now standing too close beside me. “We’ve started the set three times, waiting for you to begin singing.”
“Uh. Sorry, Lane. Yeah, let’s go,” I said, tearing my gaze away from her—the raven-haired beauty, Magdalena. Her name flowed through my mind like sweet classical music on a summer breeze with small, graceful birds floating behind it. I tried to focus on the lights in the back of the room, but my gaze always snapped back to hers, as if pulled by some magnetic force.
I had to admit, it had been a long time since my eyes had the pleasure of drinking in such a lovely creature. I wondered if those perfect light brown streaks in her hair were natural. My fingers ached to run through the strands. I wanted to caress her neck. And she smelled fucking delicious.
My fangs involuntarily elongated, and I had to keep my mouth shut so they wouldn’t show as my cock tightened in my pants at the thought of lying with her. When the music started again, I couldn’t move. Singing seemed impossible.
“Cian.” My brother stood beside me again. “Are you, all right?”
I turned toward him. “I need a minute.”
“Jesus. Look at you.” He leaned closer to my ear. “Your fangs are showing and your eyes are silver. Go backstage for a few minutes. We’ll cover for you. Come back when you’ve gotten yourself under control.”
I placed my guitar down, resting it against the stand on the floor and walked off stage. I heard boos and some other derogatory remarks as I headed behind the curtain. I grabbed the bottle of scotch we always kept back there and poured myself a shot. As I let the burn coat my throat, I heard Lane address the audience.
“No worries, ladies. My brother will be right back. I promise. It seems Cian needs to find his voice. It may have become lodged somewhere in his pants.” He laughed, and everyone laughed with him. “In the meantime, we’ll start with this little number I’m sure you all know.”
Great gods of Eros! Now everyone knew I had a hard-on. I supposed that was better than having them see my fangs and eye color change to glowing, silver-rimmed circles. I’d seen beautiful women before, but none of them had ever affected me like this one did.
Fuck me. Her scent was intoxicating. The mentation surrounding what her blood would taste like on my tongue had my libido skyrocketing and clouded everything in my head.
It was a coincidence that I’d happened to walk outside the club to look at the line of people waiting to enter. I’d never done that before, but something had tugged at my gut to be out there. When I saw Magdalena—the same strikingly gorgeous goddess I’d seen sitting at that small restaurant—standing in line with her friend, I’d told Ari, our human friend and confidant, to bring them inside to the front table. After they’d been seated, I couldn’t stay away. I had to go introduce myself. Except now, I was standing backstage with a fucking hard-on.
The band played Time, a Pink Floyd number from the 1970s that we usually performed toward the end of the night. It was one that didn’t require me to sing along, so they could manage it without me. Plus, it was a long song. As the tune played out and got close to the end, my blood cooled, though I still had a semi-erection. I paced to the end of the hall and back again.
The way her soft, brown curls flowed over her breasts made me want to caress the silky strands between my fingers. I wanted to pull them to my lips so I could revel in the texture and smell of the smooth tendrils as they glided across my mouth. I poured another shot glass full of scotch and downed it. Alcohol usually calmed me, dulled some urges, but I feared there might not be enough whiskey in the bottle—hell, the world—to settle me tonight.
I burned for Magdalena like I’d never burned for another. I wanted to bury my cock deep inside her. I wanted to devour her blood to the point of complete and utter satiated bliss. We’re talking possibly comatose. And that was wrong on so many levels.
One, if I put her into a coma from too much blood loss, I’d only be able to have her once. Two, if I killed her, I’d definitely only be able to have her once. And three, I’d never, ever be able to have her only once.
I knew nothing about her except the way she made me feel, but I needed to know everything about her. Some force inside me needed to touch every inch of her skin, to caress each breast as if they were the first ones I’d ever had beneath my palms. I ached to kiss and taste the vein that pulsed down the side of her lovely throat.
There was no way I could have her, not even a sample taste, because…well because then I knew I’d want to take and take and take until there was no more.
What was it about her that held me entranced?
I took another drink of scotch and entered the restroom. Passing the faceless mirror, I cursed, wishing I could examine myself in the glass before heading back out to the stage.
My eyes still felt deluged with the silver ring around them, but the sensation seemed to be fading some. I took a leak; that helped my boner, and upon blinking a few times, the awareness of the silver in my eyes grew less and less intense. I slid my tongue over my teeth. My fangs had retracted, as well. Somehow, I’d managed to pull myself together. As I left the head, I had a fleeting thought that maybe she would be gone. The idea overwhelmed me with both relief and fear. Relief that I’d be able to perform, fear that if she had left, I might not ever see her again.


Wednesday, October 10, 2018

Wolf Pack Newsletter - 10/10/2018



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4 first in series PNR books:

-- Awakened By Flames
-- A Magical Shift
-- An Unexpected Diversion
-- Training Their Mate


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When vampires attack their home, Connie is stripped of everything. Now she’s on her own, a soccer mom with rusty slayer skills, a city girl lost in the Carpathian Mountains. With both of her lovers MIA, she has no choice but to mount a rescue with the aid of the unlikeliest of partners...


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When seven intrepid explorers discover an ancient dragon temple, they’re unprepared for the urges that face them inside. The dragons must be awakened, but beasts that beautiful only rouse to one thing: the sexual energy of their fated human mates.


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Grab this action-packed wolf shifter boxed set to meet the romantic, sexy small-town shifters of the Black Mesa Wolf Pack. Adventure, intrigue, and a guaranteed happily ever after make the pages blaze with passion! Contains the first four books of the series.


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Wednesday, October 3, 2018

*EXCERPT* A Million Shadows by Cecilia Dominic




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When former troublemaker Kyra Ellison arrives in Salem, Massachusetts, she finds she's not the only one with secrets in her family closet, but some are deadlier than others. Confrontation with a new foe will make her choose between the old life she's been craving and the new love she can't resist.



 

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A moonbeam found its way through the blinds and speared me awake at around three o’clock. I rolled away from it, but my movement was echoed by a thud downstairs. I sat, all senses alert, and heard a scratching sound like boots scrabbling in sand.

I pulled the T-shirt I’d slept in over my head just before my hands curled into paws. My fingernails turned into claws, and the change came on from my extremities. It felt like I curled inward and folded into shapes no human body should endure. The fur itched as it pushed through pores I hadn’t had before, but I couldn’t control my paws enough to scratch it.

The final thing to change was my face, and that was the worst sensation, of someone taking my nose and pulling so hard it brought my skull with it.

Then the pain stopped, and a sense of strength, grace, and deadliness unfurled like a flag in my middle and filled me with purpose. To my wolf eyes, the room seemed awash in daylight—not moonlight—and my lips curled.

There was an intruder in my house, and I wanted to tear him or her apart.

No tearing apart, I reminded myself. Not unless I want a visit from that nice policeman later.

I jumped off the bed with as little noise as possible and slunk into the hallway and down the stairs. My fur was the same color as my hair—almost black—so I knew I would blend into the shadows.

Whereas the sulfurous smell had dissipated to my human nose, it was still very strong and present to my wolf nose. But that wasn’t what made me stop, all fur on end, when I turned toward the front hall. The sand I had stepped in glowed an opalescent blue, and I saw it was in a circle shape about three feet in diameter. I could see the panes of the front door through the ghostly figure that struggled in the middle of it.

My wolf brain, eminently practical, noted that I couldn’t do anything about a ghost because it wasn’t solid enough to be afraid of me, so I should just turn around and go back to bed.

But then I heard my name.

My ears perked up, and I moved closer, sticking to the darker patches. Why was the ghost calling my name? Was it a deceased family member visiting for the Festival of the Dead? What was I supposed to do about it?

“Kyra, where are you? I’m trapped. I just want to talk to you.”

The ghost pushed against some sort of invisible barrier. When I got close enough to make out its features, I gasped, which came out as a canine huff.

Jared Steel was the ghost trapped in the circle.

“What are you doing here? Are you dead?” I didn’t know if he would hear my mental voice, but he spun around.

“Where are you? I can’t see you.”

“I’m right here. It’s nighttime. Why are you here in my parents’ house? Are you dead?”

“No, I don’t think so. I think I’m dreaming.” He looked at his hands and grew more solid. I moved out of the shadows to sit in front of him, and he tried to back up, but he bounced against the back of the circle.

“Kyra, wherever you are, go! There’s a wolf.”

He looked so bewildered I wasn’t sure whether to laugh at him or comfort him. I still didn’t know whether he was dead, but I suspected not. If some wolves could spirit-walk, then I supposed some humans could, too.

I did want to know who had made a binding circle in my foyer, but I guessed it wasn’t my confused astral projection house guest.

And if he was projecting while he was asleep, I could have some fun. My instincts told me he didn’t realize he had this ability and would just write all this off to a strange dream in the morning.

As he came more into view, his attire resolved itself into shorts and a tight-fitting T-shirt that hugged the muscles of his upper arms, shoulders, and chest. Dark hair showed above the rim of the v-neck collar, and I licked my lips at the sight of his lightly fuzzed and nicely shaped legs.

Yes, Jared Steel was quite nice out of his work clothes, and I found myself disappointed that he didn’t sleep naked.



Wolf Pack Newsletter - 10/3/2018




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The first fallen angel, Lucifer, the angel of light, the morning star fights for his soul and sanity deep in the fiery pits of hell. Thousands of years later he's given one chance to redeem. The pure exhaustion of eternal punishment as a fallen has left our sexy but naughty angel, Lucifer, desperate...


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Shelby Brooks learned she is a werewolf on the same night she learned that love and betrayal go hand in hand.


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Friday, September 28, 2018

*EXCERPT* Knights of Stone Box Set by Lisa Carlisle



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Meet five rebellious brothers… 


Five gargoyle shifters have split from their clan to remain on a mystical isle, divided by gargoyles, tree witches, and wolf shifters years ago.  Few have ever dared to cross the boundaries--until now... 



 

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The crowd pushed Kayla closer to the stage as the last trails of fiery sunset faded. They knew what happened once darkness fell. She recovered her footing and focused again on the five life-sized stone gargoyles perched on pedestals on the perimeter of the stage. The space between them was set with instruments—guitars, a drum set, mic stands, and massive amplifiers, while a bonfire in a pit behind them cast the statues in a warm glow.

A stagehand with tartan draped over one shoulder climbed onto the stage and walked to the closest statue. He fastened the kilt over its shoulder and around its waist with a thick belt, covering the statue’s massive thighs. Kayla flushed, picturing why the coverings were necessary once the transformation began. The kilt had become a key detail in her fantasies about the guitarist, since it was the only clothing he wore. The stagehand continued dressing each statue with the same brilliant blue tartan worn by the gargoyle clan.

The last vestige of sunlight disappeared from the sky, and night draped the stage like a closing curtain. The statues loomed, dark silhouettes barely discernible by the crescent moon with the backdrop of the craggy cliffs and the rugged peaks of waves in the Atlantic Ocean behind them. The murmur of voices was replaced by silence. Waiting…

Five torches blazed on the stage all at once, lit by an unseen force. The audience erupted in cheers as the dancing lights from the flickering fire basked the statues. The flames lowered, casting the gargoyles in an eerie, almost reverent glow.

Movement. So slight, Kayla wondered if it was simply a play of light and shadows in her anticipation for the change. She fixed her gaze on the statue in front of her, the one she’d gravitated to each time she had sneaked out to see the show. Its massive gray form stood straight on two legs built for sturdiness. Its chest jutted out proudly. Gray wings with detailed feathers etched in the stone arched from a point below its shoulder blades. Eyes cast straight ahead on a face that appeared to be a mixture of canine and lion. Its right hand twitched, so slightly she would have missed it if she hadn’t stared so intently. Then a clawed foot inched forward.

Murmurs of astonishment burst from the crowd as the transformation began. Their cries of fervor grew louder as the monstrous statues transformed into taller, slimmer figures with the bronzed skin of warriors who battled under the midday sun. The tartan fabric fell over their thighs as they stood erect, covering their nudity.

Kayla barely blinked, mesmerized as always, as the statue before her stood to full height, taking on the form of a human male, but with beautiful raven wings. Hair just as black snaked rebelliously past his chin. The stony eyes flickered with animation, turning to a mossy green. His deep gaze seared the audience, seeming to burn anything in the path. When he found Kayla, he stopped. His expression was unreadable, but the intensity in his unblinking eyes made her swallow. She froze under the scrutiny as if hypnotized, unable to break eye contact. Her stomach lurched, heart pounded, and every muscle in her body tightened, fueled with blood now scorching through her veins. His penetrating appraisal affected her so. When his eyes took on a smoldering glint, her skin tingled and a red-hot awareness grew between her thighs.

He broke the stare and continued to assess the audience. She gasped, not realizing she had been holding her breath, and panted while she tried to breathe at a normal rate.

He turned on robust legs and strode to a guitar stand. She tore her eyes from him to note the other gargoyles. They, too, had shifted into the form of striking males. One had black hair draped further down his back, one had long blond hair, and two had reddish-brown hair—one wavy and shaggy, the other straight. They took their place at other instruments. She sought the guitarist again and caught the first sound of the pick striking the strings. On hearing the guitar projected through the amp, the crowd roared again, pressing Kayla forward.

The freak show was about to begin.

Spotlights flooded the musicians, powered by solar panels near a massive amplifier. The guitarist continued playing and the others joined in, playing a raucous crossover between hard rock and heavy metal. The one with long blond hair grabbed hold of the microphone and belted out a shattering cry that sounded like a call to battle. The crowd went pin drop silent to listen and then cheered in unison as the band played on. The front man sang piercing growls and low croons about the Knights in Stone, the protectors of the ancient forests, battling against the evil tree witches.

Kayla’s coven. 

*EXCERPT* Blush’s Prince by P.T. Macias



She runs from her duty and falls into handsome stranger arms, losing her heart, and into her destiny! Her decision takes her on an incredible journey of secrets, deep passions, and truths. Will she be able to keep her heart? Can she escape her destiny and her soul mate?



 

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"She runs from her duty and falls into handsome stranger arms, losing her heart, and into her destiny!"

Prince Connor leans against the wall next to the window, watching Princess Josephine aka Blush.

Blush is wearing a beautiful silky dusty rose dress that shimmers when she moves. The sweetheart bodice is fitted down to the waist. The dress has straps that fall off her shoulder in a cascade of material, and the skirt is a beautiful sheer chiffon that flares out like a cloud around her thighs. On the waistline, the dress has a ribbon that ties into a bow over her right hip.

She’s wearing beautiful diamond chandelier drop earrings that sparkle when she moves. Blush moves her right hand up to her waist and looks around the room. The beautiful diamond, wide-cuff bracelet sparkles brilliantly.

Hmmm, I can feel someone watching me. Who could it be? Wow, I know everyone here. She slowly turns to look around and notices the handsome young man leaning against the wall near the window.

Uh, I don’t know him, but I can tell that he’s a dragon.

She looks at him, glancing down to his black shiny leather shoes. She then moves her gaze up his black slacks, up to perfectly fitted black classic tuxedo. She narrows her eyes, nodding her pleasure.

Oh yeah, the tux fits him perfectly.

Oh yeah, my dragonette is a beauty. I love her style and her black hair is silky, shiny, beautiful. Connor takes a drink of his coke.

Blush moves her gaze up to scrutinize his perfect square jawline that has a short black goatee framing his luscious full red lips. She bites her lower lip, moving her gaze up to his eyes.

He moves his gaze up to her perfect face and gazes right into her beautiful eyes.

Hell yes, she’s noticing me. She doesn’t have a clue she’s mine. I love her blue sapphire eyes.

Omg, those eyes are truly clear turquoise, my favorite color. I’ve only met a few people that have such a beautiful shade of clear sparkling turquoise.

Blush gazes into his eyes: falling, falling deep into his soul. She blinks rapidly. She’s shaken and blushing. She turns around and glides over to Storm and Dawn, who are walking into the hall with the babies in their arms.

Omg, omg! I felt his soul and I swear mine merged with his. I can’t do that. I’m engaged, and I can’t fall in love with someone here on earth even if he’s a dragon.

Prince Connor pushes away from the wall and shoves his hands into his pockets.

Oh, Hell yes, she recognizes that she’s my soul mate. She felt our souls merge. I want to run after her so badly, but I can’t. I know that she’s afraid of her feelings.

He turns to walk over to the bar to get another coke.

Oh hell! I need another drink.

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Three hot guys. One epic dragon. And a girl who might just save them all!



Wednesday, September 26, 2018

Wolf Pack Newsletter - 9/262018





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I'm the perfect slayer. Dark, sexy, and lethal. But I want out. Then I’m forced to take one last job—slay Bard, a gorgeous blond Viking of a vampire. The last thing I expect is fall in love... The Vampire Blood Courtesans. It's not supposed to be about love...until it is.


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She especially hates declining an invitation to spend an enchanting white Christmas in New York. His meticulous agenda is radically altered by enchanting but unexpected human mate. She fears for her life and discovers that myths are real. Carina rapidly learns that a magical night with a dragon surpasses a white Christmas in New York.


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Troy was a man trapped in a wolf’s body for three decades, until a nap changed his life forever. Now that he’s a wolf trapped in a man’s body, he’s not going back. Food? Good. Partying? Better. Women? Best... Until he sees her.


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