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Friday, October 24, 2014

Does Fate Ever Makes Mistakes? Find Out in 'Swimming With Troi;' A M/M, Erotic, Contemporary, Shapeshifter Romance by Lacey Denair

(Siren Allure ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, sex in partially-shifted form, HEA)


Does fate ever make mistakes? What would happen if she did? Moving to the low mountains of California and building a home there is Troi’s dream. When he buys an old ranch out from under five wolf shifter alphas in the area, he and his new neighbors get off to rocky starts. 

Meeting his mate, alpha Talon, doesn’t help, as the man has different ideas about mating. When Garrett, alpha of another pack, first meets Troi at the same time, he’s smitten, but knowing Talon is the man’s mate, he stays in the background.

 After Talon publicly rejects Troi twice, Garrett is more than happy to step up to the plate and gets a real surprise. Troi is carrying Talon’s pups! Garrett is the perfect man and Troi falls hard for him, leaving the merman totally confused. Talon is his mate, but doesn’t want him. Garrett isn’t his mate but very much wants him.  

Will fate ever get it right?

A Siren Erotic Romance


Maude’s Steakhouse was the local spot for the shifter community, it having the best steaks in three counties. The men sat quietly talking, having coffee and waiting. Garrett and Mason watched as a stranger walked in.

He was a small, dark-haired man, of about five foot eight. The handsome guy wore a sensible, white button-down shirt and a pair of well-worn boots. He also had on a pair of designer jeans that lovingly caressed the sweetest little ass Garrett had ever seen. “Stop drooling, man,” Mason chuckled, teasing Garrett.

“Stop drooling at what?” Talon inquired, looking around, finding it suddenly difficult to breathe. His wolf called to him at that moment. Whispering a word he’d never expected to hear, Talon immediately went into denial. “Mate.” The voice called to him. His wolf may have been overjoyed, but Talon had other plans for his life and they didn’t include this little man. Even if he was gorgeous.

Thinking out loud, the alpha said, “Damn, would you look at that? Mmm, I just might have to tap that ass.” Talon groaned, wanting the gorgeous brunette, even as he heard a low growl next to him. “What’s your problem?”

“Nothing,” Garrett mumbled. Garrett didn’t like Talon speaking of the little one that way. Not knowing why, he found himself extremely attracted to the beauty. If he didn’t know better…

This was the man they’d all thought would be an old geezer? He made Talon’s blood run hot. His cock stood up and begged for an up-close-and-personal introduction. His wolf did say this was his mate, so why not? JoAnn would never have to know. Besides, there wasn’t any way this could be his mate. He’d already been through that once, and wanted no part of the whole mating thing. It hurt too badly the first time.

The man spoke to the waitress, who led him to their table. The alphas rose, introducing themselves. Finally everyone sat down. Talon looked at Garrett, then back at a pair of intelligent, sea-green eyes that took in everything around them. .

After their waitress brought coffee and walked away, Troi took a sip, listening politely while Mason explained their situation.  He made a very generous offer on the place then waited for a response.

“May I have a moment, gentlemen?” Troi asked respectfully.

“Of course,” Mason responded for the group.

With everyone quietly talking, waiting for his verdict, Beau Edwards, first beta for the Morgan River Pack, watched Mr. Stone, or Troi, as he had asked to be called. There was something about the man. It was obvious he wasn’t human, but the wolf had no idea what he was. His scent was subtle, muted to the point he couldn’t catch a read on it, and Beau had the best nose in the five packs. What he did scent was ocean sea breeze, an evening campfire, and masculine hotness.

Troi wasn’t what society would classify as beautiful, but he had unique features that made him stand out. Wide-spaced, almond-shaped eyes and high cheekbones drew attention. Add in lush lips that gave the impression they could suck a man dry in nothing flat, and he was guaranteed to attract the coldest of men.

Heat washed over him, making his dick twitch, as he tried desperately to calm himself. Troi may not be the one for him, but Beau was alive for god’s sake.

He wasn’t the only one in the room having erotic thoughts. The scent of arousal lay heavy in the air, coming from several different sources.

Finally, Troi sat his cup down, looking around at all the men.

“While I can appreciate your position on the matter, I must decline your more than generous offer, gentlemen. I hope this doesn’t cause any rancor between us, but I’m keeping the property. However, you’ll have no problems with me. I assure you I’m capable of providing my own security. Thank you for the coffee. It was good to meet you all. Good day.”

With that, he arose and confidently strolled out of the restaurant, leaving five alphas looking at each other, stunned. No one denied an alpha what they wanted, let alone five of them. It was unheard of. Had they really just been dismissed?

Troi climbed into his Range Rover and drove away, still in shock. Was that humongous, scowling man really his mate? Oh, gods. The man had been introduced as Talon Starr, alpha of the Double Eagle pack. The entire time they’d sat at the table talking, the man either leered at Troi or looked at him with disgust. What was up with that? One way or the other, he was sure he’d find out eventually.

“Shit, now what?” Garrett said, staring sullenly at Talon.

“Well, there’s more than one way to skin a cat, now isn’t there?”

“What’s going on in that head of yours, my friend?” Rolling his eyes, Mason grinned at Talon, then at the other men. “No, wait. I don’t want to know.”


“What’re you wanting baby?” The alpha asked, while chewing on his mate’s neck.

“Don’t make me beg. Oh, forget that. Please? Please? Please already?”

Garrett laughed, climbing out of bed and taking his pants off, dropping them on the floor. Slowly pulling the sheet off his mate’s body, he got back in bed. Oh my gods. Even with his still slightly swollen tummy, Troi was perfection. He inhaled his man’s scent deeply when he stuck his face in Troi’s hair, just staying there, enjoying the silky strands. He wondered if Troi would let him brush his hair. The big man had no idea how long it was, as he always kept it in a single, thick braid that went to his waist.

Going in for one of those scorching kisses, Garrett sucked on his mate’s tongue, while he slid his hand around his cock. Pumping and twisting his hand around the solid shaft, he made Troi jerk.

They both groaned loudly when Garrett thrust into his mate, balls deep. No foreplay this time, they were both needing badly. His small man was so tight, he didn’t know if he’d hurt Troi or himself, but he wasn’t about to stop. His rhythm was slow and easy, but deep, and Troi moaned and whimpered.

It may not have been manly, but right then, Troi couldn’t have cared less. This was Garrett, his mate. He was safe in this man’s arms, and so could be himself. The man dominated him with a look, and as much as Troi liked his independence, he loved it when the wolf manhandled him.

He was the only one who could. When he held him down, took him, mauled him, it eased something in Troi’s soul. Garrett had picked up his pace, now slamming into him, making him cry out. Never did he want this to end. He belonged to this beautiful man. It was as simple as that.

Garrett hammered his small mate, giving him and his wolf what they needed. This man, his body, his love, was all he needed. If Troi ever found out how much power he had over the alpha, he’d be done for.

Grimacing, his jaws clenched and flexed with effort, as he pounded his man with a strength and speed no human could match. He raised up, throwing his head back, and howled. Oh gods, yes, this is what he wanted.

The tingling was pulsing down his spine and when it reached his balls, he erupted, shouting his release. His little man was right behind him, screaming his name, making Garrett feel powerful and virile.

They lay a moment, dragging in breaths and jerking with the spasms of aftershocks.

Troi looked up at his mate with love in those sated, heavy eyes. Gods, he was gorgeous.

The big man rose and Troi watched his fine, thickly muscled ass stroll to the bathroom.

“Are you looking at my ass?” Garrett asked, chuckling.

“Of course, it’s a nice ass.”

The big alpha walked to his mate, sitting on the bed beside him. Cleaning his man with a warm cloth, Garrett made Troi groan in appreciation.

“That’s so nice, thank you.”

“My pleasure, sweetheart.” Garrett leaned down, giving Troi a kiss so carnal, it made him sigh, a loud noise full of need. Caught off guard, the feel of his lover’s hot, wet, slightly rough tongue turned him on again, igniting a fire of ecstasy. Troi loved the way Garrett kissed him, the way he took control and held him the way he wanted him.

Garrett picked Troi up, taking him to the wall, letting his feet touch the floor.

“What’s this?” Troi smiled.

“This is one of my fantasies with you. I had lots of time to think of all kinds, while I waited for you.”

“I’m sorry.” Troi’s brows drew together, and his head lowered.

“Don’t do that. It’s you and me now. That’s all that counts,” Garrett ordered.

Troi didn’t speak, just nodded.

The wolf turned his lover toward the wall. Not saying a word, he picked him up by the waist, holding on with one arm, the other reaching around and playing with his bottom nipple. Troi squirmed as the big man mauled his neck, and when his thick cock nudged his opening, the merman lost it.

“Do it, Garrett, do it. Do it now, please. Please, I need, gotta have you. Now!”

Garrett lunged and seated himself with one thrust, making Troi scream.

He slammed into his mate from the very beginning, and all Troi could do was hang on for the ride of his life. His man fucked him with such fervor and passion, it made him dizzy. In, out, in, out, they both worked up a fine sheen of sweat, with Troi panting hard, his eyes half open. His mind had shut down completely and only the sensation of his man’s touch penetrated his mind. Suddenly, Garrett stopped.

“What? Wha—? Don’t stop, what’re you doing?” Troi demanded. “More, I need more. Not for you stop.” He eyes flicked around, panicking.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you. I have to taste you first.”

Garrett couldn’t hold back. He needed to taste his man like never before. Pulling out and quickly turning Troi, he fell to his knees and swooped down to take his man’s cock to the back of his throat.

“Ooohh, gods, that’s good. Oh yeah.” Troi panted, his head thrown back, lost in his excitement.


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Thursday, October 23, 2014

It's a Book Blitz! Seductive Supernaturals! An Erotic Paranormal Romance Anthology Featuring For Your Favorite Best Selling Authors Plus A Free Giveaway and Excerpt


Bad boys, tortured alpha heroes, and kick-ass heroines all come together in 12 steamy full-length paranormal romance novels and novellas from NY Times, USA Today, and national bestselling authors! 

Whether you’re looking for tantalizing dark tales or the humorous side of the supernatural, you’ll get werewolves, vampires, fallen angels, monster hunters, and ghosts—every one of them a hot temptation you won’t be able to resist…

DIABLO SPRINGS by Erin Quinn: 

Gracie Beck vowed that she would never to return to Diablo Springs, but the haunted town lures her back—along with the man who betrayed her years ago. Reilly broke her heart with his lies. Now, he wants a second chance to win her, but can they survive the ghosts of Diablo Springs?

VAMPIRE REBORN by Caridad Pineiro: 

Would you be reborn for love? Ryder Latimer, sexy Southern vampire, will have to make one of the most difficult choices in his undead life: Become human again or protect his new wife and child.

SHADOW FALL by Erin Kellison: 

Just discovering her magic, ballerina Annabella Ames didn’t mean to summon a dark wolf from Twilight, nor the tempting fallen angel Custo Santovari, who has no place in Heaven. The cunning wolf stalks them relentlessly, and danger seduces as they fight for redemption and love.

NIGHT ANGEL by Lisa Kessler: 

When Colin Flynn returns home to Ireland, the immortal Night Walker’s flesh has healed, but the scars hide a broken spirit. Juliana Duffy plays piano in spite of her deafness, challenging him to redefine himself and find the strength to battle an ancient enemy.

SHADOWS TILL SUNRISE by Chris Marie Green: 

Two monster hunters fighting a star-crossed attraction and one bloodthirsty phantom leaving a trail of death… Can love survive till the sun rises?


They say Hotel Colorado is haunted, but when Dillon Spencer appears in his hotel room to find Hilly Thompson, his assistant, soaking in the tub, he begins to question whether or not he’s alive, dead, or caught in another dimension.

MORE THAN FIENDS by Maureen Child: 

At 32, Cassidy Burke discovers she’s a legendary Demon Duster. But she’s got bigger problems than some pesky demons. Like, Logan Miller–first love, baby daddy to her genius daughter is back. Then there’s Devlin Cole, a walking orgasm with too many secrets. Cassidy’s life is out of control and about to get way too interesting.


When Dr. Evelyn Vale is paired with Immortal Bounty’s sexy commander to go undercover and infiltrate a supernatural body-trafficking ring, she’s eager to get to work. Until she learns the catch… To crack this case, he’ll need to possess her body.

FOREVER ROSE by Janet Wellington: 

Tarot cards predict a dangerous journey for Taylor Rose, but she doesn’t expect to travel back to 1888 San Diego. What the cards didn’t predict was falling for a man bent on revenge, a helpful ghost, and spooky séances. Is she there to prevent a murder or to find love?

WELCOME HOME, VAMPIRE by Theresa Meyers:

Corporal Cole Wagner lost his humanity in war – literally. Turned into a vampire by the military’s Vector Force, he’s the ultimate weapon, but when he returns home to set the past right, will the enemy stop at nothing to get him, including threatening the life of the woman he loved, and lost, before?

VAMPIRE MAGIC (Blood Genie, books 1 and 2) by Sheri Whitefeather:

Two tenderly romantic, wildly erotic stories featuring supernatural hybrids (vampires/genies) who grant wishes for the exchange of blood.


A mandatory vacation lands Agent Sherri Walker in bed with a local werewolf. Asher Hughes walked away from his outlaw pack but couldn’t ditch the bad blood. Together they’ll have to pull off one hell of an act to get out of treacherous territory alive.

Excerpt:  Immortal Possession

Clark tapped his pen against the thick folder. “We have a special case…one that could use your expertise and unique qualifications.”

“Really?” The dubious word was little more than a whoosh of air from her lungs. She probably looked ridiculous and completely shell-shocked, but it was a little too late to play it cool. Immortal Bounty needed her on a special case!

“I’m afraid I can’t give you the details until you’ve accepted our offer and have signed the proper paperwork, but it would involve your possession.”

It felt as though the floor dropped out from under her. She couldn’t have heard him right. 

“My what?”

He raised his brows as though she were dense. “The use of your body, Dr. Vale.”

She glanced at the young commander, but his jaw was locked tight, the muscles in his cheeks bunching. “I’m a…I’m a forensic parapsychologist, Mr. Tanner, with a doctorate in post-Collision metaphysics. I received the highest honors in my graduating class. I was born to be an IB Investigator.”

He nodded. “And you will be—when you accept our offer. You’ll have full benefits. A life on the campus. A percentage of the bounty on every case your team leads. And a starting salary that would make your past struggles nothing but a bad memory.”

“But you said…possession. To use my body.”

She felt sick. Evelyn had always been the proverbial “easy target”. She had spent her life in fear of being overtaken by one spirit or another. And she had been, time after time, losing control over her body and her choices, being completely controlled by someone else. She couldn’t do it. No job was worth it. Nothing was worth it. But then she thought of her family. If she didn’t provide for them, who would?

“Evelyn…can I call you Evelyn?” the steward asked, but he didn’t wait for an answer. “You’re just the type of investigator we look for, but you’ve never been given a chance because of your unfortunate little problem.”

He smiled and folded his hands, but the way his gaze bore into her was a palpable force. 
“This is your chance. Every employee has a one month probation period. Show us what you’re made of. Prove that you can handle working in this environment and coming into contact with malevolent spirits without succumbing. And when succumbing is what is called for, show us that you’re willing to do what it takes to complete an assignment. Do this, and your life at Immortal Bounty will be a long and happy one.”

She pressed her lips together. “But you’re talking about willingly being possessed.”

“Do you know the average age of retirement from this company?” the steward asked her.

“No,” she answered, not following his train of thought.

Clark steepled his hands and tapped his thumbs together. “Forty-seven. Which may not sound like much, until you know the average age at which an IB Mark has accumulated enough wealth to retire comfortably for the rest of their natural lives. Tell her, Commander.”

The commander’s nostrils flared as though he didn’t enjoy contributing to the conversation. 
“Thirty-four when they’re recruited straight out of college. A little longer at your age.”

“Exactly,” Clark said. “Which tells you two things, Evelyn. Number one, that half the Marks who work here do so because they love it—not because they need to. And number two, that sacrificing a little in the short term could be the best, most lucrative decision of your life.”

She brought her hand to her cheek. Everything was tingling. She wasn’t sure she could feel her feet anymore. “Can you tell me what exactly I would be signing up for?”

“I’m sorry,” he answered. “We’re contracted directly by the Governing Body of Greater America, and the GBGA dictates that our operations remain classified to all non-Immortal Bounty employees. I can assure you, though, that you will be in no danger. A Sentinel would be with you at all times.”

She breathed slowly, trying to think this through rationally, but her mind screamed that she couldn’t hand her body and her will over. She couldn’t say yes to this. She’d only been a child when The Great Collision happened, but even so, she was old enough to remember the fear and chaos and how the fabric of the country had torn to shreds in the aftermath of the disaster.

She’d heard there had been a time before that day when most American families had had enough to eat and the majority of the population could find work, but that America was dead and gone. If her father wasted away from hunger, there was no agency that would lift a finger to help him now.

The steward gave her time to mull it over, and then she saw something shift in his gaze. It reminded her of a poker player who knew his hand trumped all. “This assignment will be short, Evelyn, but your career at Immortal Bounty will be long.”

He pulled something from the drawer of his desk and held it up for her to see. It took a minute to adjust her eyes to the glare of the shiny metal and read the small letters etched into the badge. That was a real IB/GBGA badge. Evelyn Vale, Investigator, it read. And under it was a contract with the seal of the Prime Executive of Greater America.

When the steward pushed the badge and contract toward her, she leaned over his heavy wood desk and carefully took them from his grip, her eyes not leaving the gleam of the metal badge in her hand. She’d made something like this when she was young with the lid of an old aluminum can. But this one…this was the real deal. It would perch on her hip or the pocket of her jacket and announce to the world that she was the real deal, too.

She clutched the badge and met the steward’s gaze. “You can protect me?”

“You’ll never be safer.”

An image of her father’s face and the satisfying weight of the metal in her hand made the decision for her. “Where do I sign?”

Clark’s lips pulled into a smile, and he reached over the desk and tapped a finger at the bottom of the first page. Evelyn took a pen from the edge of his desk and scrawled her name.

“Wonderful,” he said. “I’ll set an appointment with Human Resources for your new hire package, but the most important part is done. Welcome to Immortal Bounty, Evelyn.”

He stood and offered her his hand, and at that point, whether or not her palms were still sweaty was the furthest thing from her mind. To say the moment was surreal would be like saying The Great Collision was a tiny screwup. “Thank you, Steward Clark. I’ve wanted this for so long, and I know—”

The steward’s head cocked to the side and his gaze went distant in a way that made her miss the cellular phones of her parents’ day. At least back then you knew when you were competing with an incoming call instead of everyone using those stupid ear implants like they did now.

The steward glanced down at his desk to another stack of papers and made a hmm noise, seemingly moving on to the next task at hand. “Yes, give me a minute,” he said to someone, then he glanced back to Evelyn and frowned. She sure as heck hoped that frown was for the person on the phone and not for her.

“I know you won’t disappoint us, Dr. Vale.” Steward Clark turned his gaze toward the Sentinel on the sofa, and the man rose to his feet. He was massive, his muscles nearly sufficient to carry the weight of the large chip sitting on his shoulder. “Well, Commander Hayes, I’m sure you and Dr. Vale have much to discuss. Let me be the first to congratulate you on your new partner.”


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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

A Djinn and A Bollywood Star Try To Escape A 'Bollywood Nightmare.' A Contemporary, M/F, Erotic, Paranormal Romance by Victoria Blisse

(This is book two in the Djinn's Amulet series)


Sometimes what seems to be a nightmare can change into a dream come true.

Kiya is the daughter of Rahul Khan, the biggest Bollywood star of all time and she is a talented actress in her own right. Her abundant curves have taken Bollywood by storm and now Hollywood is knocking at her door.

Johnny is the Khan family Djinn. He is responsible for Rahul meeting his true love Laura. Well, that's what he tells people anyway. His Masters latest wish is the safekeeping of his daughter Kiya on her American adventure. How he ends up powerless and alone he's not quite sure and how he's going to rescue the kidnapped Kiya without his Djinn magic is a mystery.

Luckily, Kiya has many talents She sets about seducing her captor, Aseem but it isn't just her virginity he takes, it's her heart.

Will Kiya and Aseem beat the odds, escape the badlands warehouse and have all the wild, kinky sexy they long for? Will Johnny be wished free, will he go to his soul mate in Djinnistan and will they all live happily ever after?

Reader Advisory: 

This book contains contains a scene of dubious consent, some hot spanking, sexy bondage and a sarcastic Djinn you are going to fall in love with. This book is best read in sequence as part of a series.


So yes, Rahul and Laura married. It was almost a fairy tale. He worked in the movies and she became the translator she'd always dreamed of being. They were disgustingly happy and content and I had high hopes that Rahul would finally wish me free. Then one evening as he supped cold beer in the stifling heat of midsummer I asked him about it.

"So, you've got everything you ever wanted, right?"

"Yes," he replied, lazily wiping sweat from his brow with the back of a hand.

"And you're in love and so very happy, right?"

"Oh, yeah." He still got that dewy-eyed possessed look every time he thought of Laura. Sickening.

"Then you don't really need me anymore, right?"


"Come on, Rahul. You have true love and we Djinns can't even grant that wish, nuh-uh, but I did, didn't I? I got you married to your true love."

"Your ego has no bounds, Johnny. Yes, no doubt you helped and I thank you for it but the true love came about naturally despite the odds."

"Oh blah, blah, blah. Whatever. I thought you were going to wish me free when you were happy and settled and all that crap."

"Yes, I was going to but something has happened recently to change my mind."

"What's happened? Has Laura come to her senses and shagged someone hunkier and richer than you?"

"Now you're just being petulant. No, Laura has not. She has, however, given me some good news."

"She's returning to England and she's taking her Britpop CD's home with her?"

"No, Johnny. Just listen for a minute, would you? Laura is pregnant."


"Is that all you have to say? Geez. I thought you were meant to be the eloquent one."

"Congratulations on the imminent birth of your little crying bratling. Here's to sleepless nights, smelly nappies and toddler tantrums."

I disappeared then into my little tea kettle. No puff of smoke, no drama. Just a fully grown man shrinking and slipping down the spout of a tall, Eastern-looking brass kettle. It might not be much but I called it home. Bottles were over-rated and don't get me started on lamps. 

Pregnant. Shit. I hadn't considered what would happen then.

"Please, Johnny. Don't sulk." I could hear Rahul perfectly well through the metal walls of my home. I really should think about getting them soundproofed. "I was all for releasing you, really I was, but now I've created new life. We're going to have a baby, Johnny—well, Laura and I are, you've got nothing to do with it—and it's a big scary world out there. How can I send my little Farishta out into it alone? It would be remiss of me to do so when I have the greatest gift known to mankind. I'm sorry, Johnny, but what's a few extra years of being my servant, really? I am a good master, I am not a slave driver. And once my little one is established then maybe I will wish you free."

It was not the first time I'd heard the speech, in fact I'd heard variations of it several times over the years. Certainly some of my masters did seem to care for me and they would promise my freedom, then suddenly they had the prospect of becoming daddies and all sense went out of the window along with my hopes and dreams of freedom. Having your heart ripped out and your dreams stomped on wasn't something you got used to but sadly it was something I jadedly began to expect from my arsehole human masters.

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