Saturday, August 30, 2014

As Love Shifts; A Scorching Hot, Menage a Cinque (M/F/M/M/M), Contemporary, Paranormal Werewolf Romance By Kat Barrett

[Ménage and More: Erotic Paranormal Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M, werewolves, shape-shifters, warlocks, spanking, whipping, HEA]


Ever’s prophecy seems to be coming true, as the northeast states are hit with a hurricane of epic proportions. It is up to Ever, her men, and her magic to keep the werewolf clan alive in underground bunkers that are only half completed.

When a shifter named Chirrot flies over to let them know that his family is still alive, Ever is reminded of how sinfully handsome the man is. Chirrot has never tried to hide his desire for Ever, but it couldn’t come at a worse time for Kris. After losing his eye protecting Ever, he is feeling inadequate and the last thing he wants is to witness Ever’s veiled attraction for the blond-haired shifter. 

As the water recedes and they can leave the bunkers, Chirrot, who had the potential to destroy their relationship, proves that he is worthy of their respect.

A Siren Erotic Romance


Kris and Liam each had an arm around her with a hand shoved into her back pockets. She had considered dressing in something nicer for the inquisition, but had feared that she would come off as trying to be fashionable. Fashion was not a big issue on the clan property and it was best not to stand out. Demetri was walking beside Kris, which showed his place as low man in the pack. Liam outranked him only because he was Kris’s brother, but the unspoken arrangement had no real meaning when they were at home. They held an equal place in her life and Ever verified this with her words and actions.

She was tired, having been unable to go back to sleep after Avia’s dream. The children had still been sleeping when they left, but Daisy was there and she would look after them. As they walked into the clearing, Ever cringed at the amount of people gathered. If she was figuring correctly, over a quarter of those who lived on the property were sitting on blankets before the podium.

Charity waved to her and Ever was captured in the gaze of her son Chirrot. Chirrot had made no bones about the fact that he desired her and Ever had had a few uncomfortable dreams about him. The boy was blond and downright hunky. From what she had learned after their occasional chats, he was also intelligent, well spoken and brazenly funny.

All conversation seemed to cease as they walked through the open path down the center. A chair had been placed sideways to the council and her chair that normally stood beside Kris’s had been removed. For this particular event, and she now thought of it as an event, there were two chairs for Demetri and Liam, but they had been placed on the ground.

Kris slid his hand from her pocket and offered his hand in a gentlemanly gesture as he stepped up onto the platform. Ever took her seat and he took his. “I believe that we all know why we are here. My mate, Ever Wilson, has been accused of attacking the elder Willis Parth.” Kris stopped to look around at those gathered for a reaction. “A little known fact about my mate is that she has the ability to allow us, her mates, to see events directly from her mind. Unlike the Parth family, my family considers a woman to be an equal part in a relationship with the same rights as her men. The event as Ever showed it to us last night was quite different than what was described to me by Nothan Parth.”

Helezon, the head of the council, stood and nodded in respect to Ever. “I have heard your version through Kris on the phone last night. I would prefer it if you could rise and tell everyone here what happened in your own words. I’m also quite interested to see if you can make me see this event myself, if you would be so kind as to try?”

Ever stood and walked over to him. She held her hands out slowly and put them softly to Helezon’s cheeks, closing her eyes. When she had first tried to do this with her men, it had given them a headache and she was careful to monitor her power push  as she allowed the memory to flow through her mind. Helezon tensed against her palms and she immediately pulled back. He was staring wide eyed at her. “That was truly amazing.”

Ever gave him a worried smile. “Just to let you know, I block any input from your mind, so you don’t have to worry that I now know your darkest secrets.”

“I hadn’t even thought about that, but thank you for the information. I’m sure that I will sleep better tonight for it. Can you please now speak what you showed me to those gathered?”

Ever turned and faced the people on the ground. A sea of blank faces stared back at her and she had to wonder why none of them had something better to do. She concentrated on sending out feelings of trust and belief as she told her side of the story. It wouldn’t affect their thinking if they truly thought she was lying, but she figured it couldn’t hurt. Once she had finished, Helezon called Nothan and Willis Parth to the podium. The two men approached, glaring at Ever as if she was the devil herself.

Willis turned furious yellow eyes to her. “This evil half-breed bitch is a liar. She came to my house threatening my family after I refused to let her waste the clan’s money to put one of those toxic underground houses on my land. She turned first when I came down the stairs to escort her back to her car. If it hadn’t been for my sons coming outside, I’m sure that she would have tried to kill me. She wouldn’t have succeeded, but considering that she is a witch, maybe she would have gotten in a few bites before I tore her apart.”

Ever was holding her temper in check. It would do no good to react to his insinuations in front of those gathered. Willis turned to the council. “I say we settle this as it should be settled in open forum.”

Open forum? Wasn’t that where two wolves went to battle against one another? Did she really want to turn and get into a fight with him?


Demetri escorted them to the very back of the shop, taking them down a hallway with a co-ed bath to the right and storage on the left. At the very end of the hall, a central door opened up into a large room. He showed them in and then threw the bolt lock. Spinning Ever around with his hand to her shoulder, he dragged her to his chest and kissed her, crushing her lips with his lust. His tongue became a snake, lashing and licking her inner mouth in a way that took her breath away. His hand slid down her arms, around to her back and he tugged her shirt up over her head. Someone unclipped her bra, reaching around her from the back to unbutton her jean shorts and tug them down.

It felt amazing to be attacked as they were doing, stripping her, kissing her mouth, her skin, hands reaching around to cuddle her breast as the man’s chest molded into her spine. It was Kris, she could feel the heat of his body, smell his alpha-male scent. It was musky and alluring. The smell of him made her sinuses tingle and her pussy throb with desire. Oh how she wanted this, needed this. Ever became soft chocolate in their arms, pliable, game for whatever they had in mind for her.

Demetri nipped her nose, Kris’s hands rubbing and massaging her breast as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. She shivered at the brush of hair against her thighs. Liam had crawled between his brother’s legs and the first touch of his finger to her now pulsing cunt was euphoria. He pushed the outer skin back, holding it taut as he began to lick at her aching clit.

She could feel the swell of wet heat, her little mountain swelling and bubbling with lava that now coated the inside of her. His tongue was wet and hard, stroking and lapping circles over her skin, brushes of moisture sliding over her sweet spot.

Kris kissed the back of her neck, down her shoulder. Demetri rained kisses down her throat, sucking at her nipple as Kris’s strong palm held her for the taking. Demetri’s hands were on her stomach, rubbing and caressing her skin, Liam licking and sucking as he breached her with his fingers. He had such strong and elegant fingers. They stroked and surged in and out of her pussy, enthralling her with the feel of his touch. There was magic in Demetri’s mouth, his tongue seeming to cascade with electric pulses as he pushed it into her nipple. Releasing her flesh, Kris kissed down the line of her spine. He nipped at the cheek of her ass and then slapped the skin, leaving a stinging handprint behind. Ever jumped, whimpering as her body was crushed against Demetri’s.

She moved her hands to his shirt, tugging it upward and off. Ever threw it on the floor and then unzipped his jeans, pushing them from his hips. Liam shook his head, his tongue lashing back and forth as the sensation of his hair wafting against her skin claimed her attention. Then he was gone, leaving her body screaming for attention, her volcano ready to erupt, smoldering heat making her moan with desire.

Demetri shrugged off his jeans, leaving them in a heap on the floor as he walked her across the room. He made a gesture with his hand and then turned, holding her tight to his body as he sat down on the desk. He laid back and Kris lifted her up onto the wood surface, her knees bending as she straddled Demetri. With her hand, she reached between her thighs and grasped his cock, stroking it firmly as Kris smeared something into her ass. It was wet and slippery, probably some kind of oil.

The dick in her hand responded easily and Ever claimed it, her cunt absorbing the warmth slowly relishing it Kris stepped in closer to her, pushing her upper body down into Demetri as his cock delved into the depths of her tight ass. It was a magical sensation, the two men filling every tiny space within her, moving, swaying against nerves that were eager to be stroked, coerced into a frenzy of throbbing bliss.

Kris dragged her back into his chest, his palms returning to her breasts as Liam leapt up onto the desk, straddling Demetri and offering his semierect dick to her mouth. Ever accepted, sucking him between her lips, deeper into her throat, before she began to rock her head forward and back.

It became a rhythm between them, Demetri pushing upward as Kris slid back, her head bobbing as her inner volcano bubbled and boiled.


Thursday, August 28, 2014

Claimed By Cate Masters. The Vitruvian Man – Book Three; Spicy M/F Contemporary Romance Featuring Magick, Paranormals and Shapeshifters

Forced to choose between life and love, their battle is far from over…


Melina Weaver gave up everything—for Bruno diCesare. Fire destroyed everything Bruno held dear—except for her. They have no prospects, no place to hide, and are out of options—their only hope is to join with the rogue magicks to fight to overthrow the Council’s dictatorship.

Can they forge a new world from their love or will their claim on each other damn them forever?


“I love you,” I breathed. “I love you.”

“Forever.” Melina’s lips pressed to my skin like raindrops on a thirsty man. I drank them up, but still wanted more. Her limbs quaked.

I gently set her on the ground. “We should get back. You need to rest.”

“So do you.” She nestled into my side as we strolled and sent me a lopsided smile. “But I’m glad you’re getting your strength back.”

“More importantly, my head has cleared. Elda must have tainted the treatments.” It would explain the strange dreams; Elda’s way of muddling my mind so I wouldn’t know what was real and what was imagined. So far, it hadn’t weakened the shield I’d put up to hide my thoughts and power from the Council, but I couldn’t afford even one slip. It would send an undeniable signal that I still lived. Still presented a threat.

Melina splayed her hand across my ribs. “I suspected she tried to keep us apart that way.”

“You spent a lot of time alone.” No need to phrase it as a question. Much as I’d struggled to stay conscious, I’d managed to remain awake a fraction of our time together. A great unfairness to her.

“I did a lot of reading, as you know.” Her casual tone belied her worry.

I couldn’t help my past disapproval, but I could offer reassurance. “Yes. Of course. Your studies serve you well.”

We reached the cottage, and she faced me. “It’s the only way I know how to protect you. They’ll find you here, won’t they?”

“For now, I’ve shielded my thoughts from them. They’ll sense magic in use, however. Most who practice tap into a main source. Those with the greatest power learn to wield it with little effort, and create our own. It’s one way you’ve proven yourself to be a great talent already.”

“But I know so little.”

“You learn fast. And you command your magic well.”

“Teach me to use it better.” Urgency edged her tone. And excitement.

I dreaded the responsibility of the task. “I’m not the most patient teacher.”

“And I tend to be a hardheaded student.” She linked her arms around my neck. “But we’ll make it work.”

She made everything so effortless. Even when I imagined problems between us, she made them disappear. But how long would she grant me such grace?

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Eagle Dance, Legend of The Spirit Book 2; A Contemporary, Erotic, Paranormal M/F Romance by Mary Quast. Part of the 1Night Stand Series


Dyami Schafer, a Native American from the Chippewa tribe, leads a lonely life due to his large size and unusual appearance. When his nesting instinct sets in, he turns to Madame Eve and 1Night Stand to help him find his spirit mate. Or at least a woman who accepts him as an eagle shifter.

Amanda Collins never stopped loving the Chippewa boy she knew from her childhood. Maybe a night with a Native American man will help her forget the past and let her move on with her life.

Sometimes, it’s necessary to take a step into the past before dancing into the future. With the help of Madame Eve, will the Spirit of the Eagle carry Dyami and Amanda?


She brushed the gray tips and white strands of hair that gave him such untamed nobility. With a finger, she traced his face from his temple to his jaw, across his lips, then scraping her nails along the fine hair under his chin. A man of his enormous size would be capable of great strength, and a gal could easily lose herself in his arms for more than one night. His gaze intensified under her scrutiny.

“What do you see when you look at me?” he asked and lowered his eyes. Sinfully long lashes brushed his cheeks.

She considered him to be the most gorgeous man alive. His eyes mesmerized her. Some would consider the unusual color to be eerie, but she saw a whirlwind of emotions, from pain to hope, drawing her into his soul. Did his unusual appearance cause issues and uncertainty in his life? Despite his intimidating frame, he exhibited control and gentle qualities in the tender way he’d held her when they danced and the way he’d admitted his soft spot for animals. In arms like his, a woman could find paradise in many ways.

She cupped his face and forced him to meet her gaze. “I see a handsome, mystical warrior from another world.”

“Handsome, huh? I think you need your vision checked. I am nothing more than a simple Chippewa from Michigan.” His mouth was inches from hers. “However, I can be magical and take you wherever you want to go.”

“Then dance with me,” she whispered.


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Sunday, August 24, 2014

Might's Karma; A Shapehifter M/M Contemporary Erotic Romance By Stephani Hecht. Part of the Wayne County Wolves Series

When two bad boys meet, nothing good can come of it.


Might is the biggest outcast in the pack of Wolves that he lives with. Not only is he actually an Eagle shifter, but he’s also half-human, but that hasn’t stopped him from sleeping with every available male in the pack. Hey, call him a slut, but he likes to have a good time.

Adan left the pack ten years ago, before they could have a chance to exile him. Always breaking the rules, fighting, and committing petty crimes, he caused nothing but trouble for the pack. Now he’s back, and the question everyone is asking is: has he changed his old ways?

Then he meets Might, and he knows he has to have the Eagle shifter. But when these two bad boys clash, will they cause nothing but trouble? Or will they be able to tame each other?

Friday, August 22, 2014

Memories of Paradise; A Shifter Menage, Contemporary, Erotic Paranormal Romance by Tianna Xander

When her plane crashes near Paradise, can two lion shifters convince Riana that in their arms is where she belongs?


    When Riana’s plane crashes in the mountains of Montana, she doesn’t expect to get rescued by two gorgeous men who sweep both her and her daughter off their feet…literally. Though she’d planned to move to a big city, Paradise has everything she could possibly need to make her new business thrive—spring water, plenty of sunshine to grow the herbs needed for her potions and most of all, kindness. Plagued by strange dreams as long as she can remember, Riana can now put a name to the town she dreams about so often.

    Gunter and Clay don’t take many things seriously until they meet the beauty who they rescue from a plane crash. What’s not to like when they meet the beautiful Riana? She’s their mate. However, they find they don’t like the fact that she’s new to the town, wary and suffering from something she refuses to talk about. Can their love and understanding heal her and keep her in Paradise or will she run yet again?

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Nuts, Bolts and Chihauhuas; A New Contemporary Erotic M/M Shifter Romance by Tray Ellis. Part of the Dawg Days Of Summer Anthology!

Hi there!  I’m Tray Ellis and I’ve got a M/M shifter short story coming out August 20th from Torquere Press called “Nuts, Bolts, and Chihuahuas” as part of the Dawg Days of Summer Anthology.  

If you like shifter stories, then this is a great one to check into, because the entire theme is all about wolf and dog shifters.   Shifter stories are fascinating for many (probably innumerable) reasons, but I believe one of the biggest is the ‘reveal’.  

A goodly number of stories deal with the intersection (and often collision) of the shifter world with that of the normal world. In a big way, this intersection is what drives a lot of popular fiction, not just shifter stories. 

That moment where the shifter must explain his (or her) very nature and the society he lives in, that’s where the reader holds their very breath, rushing to get ahead to see how it turns out, and yet savoring each sentence because of the heightened tension.  The reveal is also incalculably important because it is an ultimate expression of trust.  

On so many levels, that’s a defining issue for the human condition.  Can I trust you?    No matter how big, bad and scary you are, there are going to be moments where you’re vulnerable, and no shifter is an island, and all that.   Emotional and  relevant, this moment of revelation can mean all sorts of things when the shifter is something pretty impressive.  A fierce wolf with razor sharp teeth.  A jungle cat, sleek and powerful. 

A Chihuahua with…um…. Right.  Chihuahua.   So, I decided to delve just a little bit into a different sort of shifter story.  Even though there is a Chihuahua aspect to it, it isn’t constantly played for laughs.  

The shifting secret is serious, but there’s also the added nuance that Arlo (my shifter) is trying to live up to expectations in the family business.  He can transform into other, larger canine forms, but he really has more of an affinity for the smaller shapes.  Not to say that smaller doesn’t have advantages.  Bad guys underestimate small opponents, or ignore them altogether.  Small animals can get into places that larger ones couldn’t hope to access.   

Luckily, though, Arlo meets the perfect guy for him – TJ, who is dealing with his own family expectations.  His dad owns a hardware store and he hopes to someday make it “and Son” on the letterhead.    

So, even though each of them is dealing with very different circumstances (a hardware store seems rather ordinary when compared to a family of canine shape-shifters), they are both working through the very same issue of having expectations, and very large shoes to fill.    

Nuts, Bolts, and Chihuahuas Blurb: 

 Both Arlo and TJ are learning their respective family businesses. In TJ’s case, it’s how to run the hardware store. But for Arlo, it is entirely different. His family is responsible for guarding the canine talisman and that means plenty of practice shifting forms. TJ expects another ordinary work day when he stumbles onto a brawl involving Arlo, a frequent customer he’s been flirting with. If TJ survives this fight, he wants an explanation, and it should start with where the extra-smart dog came from.   ~~~   


The would-be thief came after midnight, slinking in like a shadow. He smelled of book-dust, sweat, and the oils used to keep a blade from rusting. His footfalls would have been silent to human ears, but Arlo’s were keener. 

Arlo waited until the thief pulled out a small flashlight, the light shaded and gray. 

It wouldn’t be visible through the windows, but it provided enough illumination for the thief to gain his bearings. He swung the light from side to side, assessing, until it fell on Arlo. Then the thief snickered softly, just under his breath. 

“Are you the guardian?” he said, mirth lifting the words out of his mouth. “The scary thing they all warned me about?” He hooted derisively. 

Arlo tilted his head and blinked his eyes. “All that hype, and I find a Chihuahua napping on a pillow.” The thief laughed again and turned away, intent once more on finding his prize. 

Dressed in black, from head to toe, he caricatured a traditional, devious, light-fingered robber. 

Arlo growled, low and deep in his throat. Then he flexed his front paws, and sprang forward. As he did, his diminutive, sleek form flowed and changed. His teeth grew longer, though no less sharp, and when he landed on the back of the thief, it was with great force and the heft of a much larger body. 

The thief collapsed, swearing and twisting, but Arlo already had hold of the man’s tender, soft throat. Tempted, ever so tempted, he reluctantly changed targets, and bit deeply down just to the side of the neck, scraping his top teeth across the collarbone and sinking his bottom teeth satisfyingly into the mound of muscle. 

Disposing of bodies became tiresome, and besides, a living thief with a gruesome wound told a far more fearsome tale of warning than a quiet as the grave one.


If I’ve caught your interest, then please check out my links! ~~~   Torquere Press can be found here and the link to purchase the Anthology, including “Nuts, Bolts, and Chihuahuas” will be up very soon! ~~~ 


Tray Ellis never learned to whistle and her home is rarely organized, but that just leaves more time for writing, which she adores. Gentle twirls of fate are her specialty and when she writes, she aims for a quiet humor and a satisfying ending.   

She can be found chronicling her writing journey at:

Tray Ellis Dreamwidth, 

Tray Ellis Blog Spot, and Tray Ellis Facebook   

Links to other available fiction by Tray Ellis: 

How Sweetly the Whippoorwill Sings Pouring a Brick Gray and Burnished Granite Seas (This one is definitely paranormal themed, and a gorgeous heartbreaker with a happily ever after that is quite a different sort.)   

Monday, August 18, 2014

Hercules; An Erotic, Alternative, Fantasy, M/M, Shape-shifter Romance by Cree Storm

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Fantasy Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, gods, public exhibition, HEA]

Hera and Aries have taken over Olympus. The other Gods have one chance to free Zeus, however in order to do so the other Gods must be willing to sacrifice their freedom for his. Twelve keys will release Zeus from Icarus and those keys are each a mate to the chosen ones, and the stones will lead the way. Each obstacle is a labor Hercules is all too familiar with.  Can they succeed before their time runs out or are they all doomed?

Hercules's first labor was to slay the Nemean Lion.  Drawn to a Cat Shifter village Hercules finds his panther mate, Micah. The Alpha has been promised strength and stamina in exchange for Micah's death. Micah had accepted the fact he will die until he is saved by his mate. However, when Hercules's life is threatened Micah willingly gives himself up to save his man. A war is about to begin and the question is, who will survive?

A Siren Erotic Romance


Hercules looked up and into Micah’s beautiful brown eyes. “All I can say is that I swear to you, never again, and I do mean never again, will anyone hurt you.”

Micah could see the determination and truth in his eyes, but he didn’t understand. “Might I ask, who are you? You know my name but I still have no idea what your name is. I don’t understand how I’m not dead, how I got here, wherever here is, how I’m healing when I have not done so for many years, and how you can be responsible when I know we’ve never even met?”

Hercules gave a small smile. “I’m sorry. I’m Hercules and we are—”

Micah struggled to sit up. “Ow, ow, ow. Hercules! Like the Hercules? The Demigod Hercules?”

Hercules went with his mate and coaxed him to gently lie down. “You’re going to hurt yourself more. You need to lay back and rest so you can heal. To answer your question, yes. As for your other questions, we are at Mrs. Hamilton’s home, in a hidden room. I haven’t gotten around to asking her why she has a hidden room to begin with.” Hercules gave Micah a half smile then turned away.

Micah nodded his head. “Raiders.”

Hercules looked at him confused. “Huh?”

Looking at his mate… Wow, his mate. Heh. Who would have thought his mate would be so, so, important. He knew by the smell that they were mates. There was no mistaking it. However, what were the fates thinking? He was a nothing, a nobody… It had to be a mistake. But they say the fates never made mistakes. Did Hercules know?

“Micah, what is wrong and what do you mean raiders? Huh. Come to think of it, I think that Mrs. Hamilton did mention something like that.”

Micah was snapped back to the present. “Oh, uh…nothing. Um. Well, sometimes other prides try to take over and the women, children, and weaker need a place to go, so some people build these safety rooms. It is designed to mask smells and visually you should not be found.”

Hercules was mesmerized by his mate’s voice yet not sure of how he would react to the rest. How will his mate take the fact that he was almost killed because he was his mate and a tool to help release Zeus? Would he think that is all he wanted from him? Hercules wished they had met under different circumstances and none of this was an issue. He wished they could just go away and get to know each other.   However, that was not an option, at least not for now. They were on a time limit here and it was only a matter of time before they were found or Hera and Aries tried something else. “Okay, getting back to the explanation. I brought you here as soon as we could create a diversion. As for your not being able to heal, we believe, that is, Apollo, Athena, and myself believe, that a spell was placed on you at some point. By either a witch or a warlock, sent by Hera and Aries. This spell would not allow for you to heal, so with great injury you would die. We believe that Aries may have promised the Alpha position to the current Alpha, along with strength and stamina if he caused your death. I can’t tell you how sorry I am that they did this to you because… Well… We’re… Well that’s to say… We…”

“We’re mates, yes, I know.” Micah shyly smiled at Hercules. “Is that a bad thing? I mean I know I’m not much to look at and I am so not worthy to be the mate of the son of Zeus but—”

Hercules whipped back around to face his mate. “What? You’re fucking gorgeous! I can tell by the way the people of this village wanted to help you that you are a wonderful man and far more worthy of being my mate than I can ever possibly be for you.”

Micah looked at him curiously. “Then why are you so hesitant about us being mates?”

Hercules sighed. “It is because Hera and Aries are trying to take over Olympus and they’ve taken Zeus and placed him in Icarus, therefore we have to have twelve keys. In these keys are the mates to the twelve chosen and I’m one of the twelve chosen. I don’t want you thinking that this would be the only reason I would take you for my mate. The thing is if I do take you as my mate you will be in more danger than you could ever know.”

Tilting his head slightly and piercing his lips, he thought about what Hercules had just said then asked the question running wild in his mind. “How am I in danger?”

Hercules began to pace, wanting this conversation over with. “Hera and Aries used an Oracle to find our mates and now they’re trying to kill you all so that we can’t unlock Zeus, and I do understand how bad it makes it sound like I would only want to be your mate to save Zeus and that’s not true because I mean look at you and I’ve been hard ever since I set eyes on you and oh that doesn’t sound good either because now it sounds like I only thought of having sex with you and that could be farther from the truth, but I do want to have sex with you but that isn’t the only—”

Micah began to laugh. “Stop, stop. Slow down a minute. Let me see if I get this right. Hera and Aries have taken Zeus prisoner and in order to release him, you have to have twelve keys and I am one of those keys?”

Hercules nodded. “Yes.”


As he made his way back to his mate, he stopped in his tracks and began to breathe heavy and hard. He couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. Hercules had his own dick in hand and was slowly stroking himself. “Are you going to come here and help me with this or watch as I finish? Because I so need to come!”

That statement snapped Micah out of his trance quickly. “Oh hell no! Not without me!” As he climbed back on the bed, he lightly smacked Hercules’s hand. “That’s mine.” Micah brought his head down, wrapping his lips around his mate’s cock for the first time. Taking his mouth slowly downward and raising back up. One, two.

On his third time going down, Hercules put his hands on Micah’s head, his hair entwined in his fingers, and thrust his hips upward, “Oh yeah, just like that! Take me, take all of me!”

The feeling of his fingers pulling on his hair made Micah almost come right then and there. So on his next downward motion he went as far down as he could, until he felt Hercules’s cock touching the back of his throat and the hairs softly tickled his nose and all he could do was moan. He went back and forth, working his way back up to the head, then back down the shaft. He rolled his tongue around and around, eventually making his way to the head again, and gloried in the taste of his mate’s pre-cum. Ambrosia, simply ambrosia! Micah could keep doing this forever, but when he came for the first time he wanted it to be with his mate balls deep in his ass.

So without releasing his prize, he handed his mate the lotion and turned so he was straddling Hercules’s face. He was embarrassed, but a bit  too eager to care. Then he felt it. The cool lotion rimming around his puckered entrance and the slow invasion of that first digit.

Hercules laughed. “We are going to smell like peaches.”

“Well, beggars can’t be choosers.” He moaned again as that first finger made its way in and out. Micah could not remember ever having anything feel so good and then he felt the warm moistness of his mate’s mouth on his dick and all bets were off. Oh by the Gods he was going to come and he so needed his mate’s cock in his ass now. Releasing his prize with a pop, Micah could not help but beg, “I need you now. Please, now.”

Hercules was as hard as nails and he needed to feel his dick being wrapped around by his mate as much as Micah needed to be taken. But he was not going to hurt him either. “Soon, baby, soon, but I need to stretch you so I don’t hurt you.” Hercules quickened his pace,  added the second finger, and started to stretch him more, and then the third finger slid in so easily.

Micah pulled off of Hercules’s fingers, not able to hold out a moment longer, and turned to straddle his lap once more. “No more teasing, I am stretched enough!” Aligning Hercules’s cock up with his hole, he began to slowly descend until he felt his mate pass the ring of muscles then he came down harder until he could feel his mate’s balls touching his ass. Hercules moaned and held onto Micah’s hips, stopping him from moving, and Micah wanted to move so badly. “Please, please, please! I need to move!”

“If you move right now this is going to be over before it even begins. Just give me a second, baby, to calm down a bit. I don’t want to hurt you and I want this to last more than two seconds.” Hercules took that moment to look up at his mate and damn near came anyway.

I’m a shifter. I can take it! Now please move!”

His mate was gritting his teeth and had his head thrown back. The look of ecstasy on his face was almost too much for Hercules to bear. This was his mate and he was claiming him for himself. Right now at this moment, a moment that could never be repeated, taking his man for the first time. This was something they would remeber for all time. He had to make sure it was one Micah would cherish as much as he would.

 He gently lifted his hips to make sure he was not hurting Micah in any way, and the noises that came out of his mouth told Hercules there was no pain, only pleasure, so he continued to move in and out of him.

“Oh yes. Yes, just like that. You feel so good with your cock buried deep in my ass. Harder, Hercules, harder.” Micah kept trying to increase the pressure and speed but Hercules would not let him. It was frustrating and so pleasurable all at the same time. Then he  was flipped onto his back and he knew he had not experienced true pleasure until that moment. Hercules was over him and on each downward thrust he felt him hit that sweet spot. The one he had always heard about. Oh, by the Gods he was going to die of pleasure. Could someone do that? “Oh, damn, Hercules, right there. Yes, right there. Don’t move from that fucking spot.”

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Unthinkable; A Contemporary, Paranormal, Erotic, M/M, Shifter Romance by Vicktor Alexander


Richard Tillson was happy with his life…well…sort of. He has spent the last few years of his life making a name for himself in the dance community, has a very expensive apartment in Manhattan and he knows he’s gorgeous. So why is he so miserable?

Enter Vernon “Vet” Tate. The older brother of Richard’s best friend Amanda Lynn. The first time the two men meet it’s when Vet is saving Richard’s life from an oncoming vehicle. Moments later Vet is turning Richard’s life upside down by telling him that his baby sister, who had passed weeks before, left her three newborn children to Richard, to share custody with Vet.
Things wouldn’t have been so bad for Vet if Richard wasn’t also his mate, his very human mate.

So how will Richard cope with becoming a father, giving up his sophisticated New York lifestyle for a ranch out in Wichita Falls, Texas, and finding out that not only do shape shifters exist, but he’s the mate of the Alpha?

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Jaguar Secrets; A Contemporary, Erotic, Menage a Trois (M/F/M) Paranormal Romance by Khloe Wren


Who would have thought saving a stray cat could change her whole life? Yet that is exactly what happens when Cammi saves a black kitten from under a jetty.

Jaguar shapeshifter Luca is out looking for his ratbag little brother, Rogue, who has taken off again. He finds Cammi rescuing him and instantly recognizes she is his mate. She passes out when Rogue flashes form so Luca takes her home, to discover his best friend, Nate, is also Cammi’s destined mate.

When Cammi’s self-appointed big brother learns the shifters are after her heart, he takes matters into his own hands and attempts to convince her they are not for her. Who will Cammi believe? Her two new lovers or a friend who is the closest thing to family she has ever known.


“Hello? You all right there, darlin’?”

The deep husky voice flowed through her body, and goose bumps rose despite the heat of the rising sun.

“Ah, hi. I’m actually kind of stuck. Could you give me hand?”

“Sure, but may I ask what you’re doing under here?”

“I heard a kitten meow so came to the rescue, only now we’re both stuck.”

“Well, that’s convenient. I was looking for the little mite myself. Thanks for finding him. Now, do you know what’s got you stuck?”

Heat rose in her cheeks. Her hips were wide. Her last foster mother, a gentle elderly lady, had called them ‘child bearing’. She called them annoying as all get out.

“Ah, my hips are jammed between two rocks.”

He didn’t say anything, however she felt him move closer, a warm muscular hand moved up her leg. Her thin lycra jogging shorts did nothing to prevent the searing heat of his touch.

“You might want to get a hold of Rogue, don’t want him running off again.”

“Rogue? That’s a cute name.”

She heard him choke back a laugh. “Oh, he’ll love that.”

“What do you—”

Her words were cut off as the man easily pulled the rock away from her. How the hell? It was huge. The man leaned in and scooped her up as easily as she’d scooped up the kitten. Cradled against his bare chest and clutching the purring kitten, she stared up completely dumbfounded. The man had green eyes, slightly slanted. They looked feline, almost.

“Who are you?”

“My name is Luca Jag, and that is my little brother, Rogue.”

“Little brother?”

Rogue jumped from her grip and, with a bright flash, landed on the sand as a child. Where the hell is the kitten? Her mind whirled, her vision blurred and she felt her eyes roll up. The last thing she heard was Luca’s voice.

“And you, my mate, are coming home with me.”


Luca was torn between being pissed off and elated. Rogue was forever nicking off and forcing him to drop everything to go find him. Although, if it weren’t for his latest romp, Luca wouldn’t be currently holding his mate in his arms.

“Why do they always pass out?”

He frowned down at his brother, “What do you mean ‘always’? You better not be flashing yourself in front of humans. Dad will skin you alive if you cause another incident.”

Rogue slowed his pace, scuffing his shoes in the sand. Luca was grateful Rogue had at least mastered the magic needed to clothe himself after he shifted.

“I clear their memories. Nate showed me how, so I wouldn’t get in trouble anymore. I don’t try to do it. Honest. It just … happens sometimes. Not my fault.”

Luca lowered his nose into his mate’s strawberry blond hair, inhaling her scent to calm his nerves. He understood that at ten years of age, Rogue had a lot of growing up to do but still, did he have to make Luca’s life so bloody hard?

“You’d better quit with the running off, Rogue. I’ve got a mate now. I have things I need to spend my time on that don’t include chasing your tail around the countryside.”

“Yeah, whatever. Nate will help me if you’re busy.”

Shaking his head at his little brother he bounded up the stairs to their holiday house, keeping his mate securely against his chest. Normally, he and Nate, his best friend, lived in a large homestead out on the huge property all the jaguar shifters jointly owned. The land backed onto the Pureba Conservation Reserve. It was thick with shrubs that allowed them to roam as they needed to. But each year for a couple of weeks in the height of summer, his parents hired this mansion in the center of Ceduna to have a family holiday.

Luca stopped short as he found himself standing in front of his father. His very pissed off father who was blocking the stairs that led to the upper levels. The house was big and allowed for Luca and Nate to have an entire floor to themselves. It afforded them all the privacy they could want, while still being close enough to enjoy his mother’s cooking. However, it also meant his parents knew what he was up to as he had to pass them on his way up the stairs.

“What happened this time?”

His father’s words were rough with anger, and Luca noticed his hands twitching, signaling he was close to changing form.

“He got caught out with the tide and ended up trapped under the jetty. This lovely lady was trying to get him free when she got herself stuck.”

“And why did you bring her home? Why the hell is she unconscious? Please tell me Rogue didn’t flash her.”

“I only flashed her after Luca told her I was his brother. It’s not my fault!”

His father whirled on him, fury clear in his gaze. “That’s not like you, Luca. You’re always careful. Why did you say such a thing?”

“She’s my mate, Dad. I didn’t want to start off with a lie.”

Closing his eyes, his father sighed heavily.

“Okay. I can understand that. She’s still going to freak out when she wakes up. You know that, right?”

“I’ll handle it.”

“You’d better. I’ll not have a repeat of what happened with Jace and Tilly.”

Yeah, no one wanted a repeat of that situation. Jace had scented Tilly was his as she’d been out hiking near his home. Unfortunately, she’d been with another man and Jace had seen red. He attacked the man in jaguar form before flashing to human to take Tilly, who had passed out with fright by that point. Five years later, they were finally happy together but it hadn’t been an easy road.

“That won’t happen, Dad. I’ll make sure of it.”

“She’s not wearing a wedding ring, but that doesn’t mean she’s single.”

“I know, Dad. Is Nate back yet?”

“Yeah, he’s upstairs waiting for you. Oh, and congratulations on finding her, son.”

With a grin in place he moved up the stairs. He and Nate had always been close friends. Even as small cubs they’d been inseparable. Coming from different families they weren’t exactly the same. While Luca was a pure black jaguar Nate was a golden spotted one. Not that either of them cared in the least. Reaching their level he pushed open the door and called out to his friend.

“Yo, Nate? Have I got news for you!”

Nate stood in the doorway of the kitchen, his hazel gaze fixed on the woman Luca held as his fingers gripped the timber on each of side of the frame.

“Why you worked up, Nate?”

“Her scent. It’s enthralling. Is there a reason why you’re holding my mate? My injured, unconscious mate.”


Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Jaklyn's Saviors; A Contemporary, Erotic, Menage A Trois (MFM) Paranormal Romance By Elle Boon.

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, HEA]

Jaklyn Marx learned at a young age what pain was at the hands of her father. For seventeen years she’d lived with the physical scars, and the knowledge that she was a latent wolf. When she meets two men who claimed she was meant to be theirs, she ran.

Gray and Colt had been searching for their Fated for thousands of years. When she ran they were prepared to do anything to find her and keep her, even call on a goddess for help.

Just when the trio finds happiness a demon from their past threatens to destroy them. Jaklyn refuses to allow her father to take anything else, especially her newfound love for the two men who save her past, present, and future. 

They will need more than just love to defeat Seamus and his tainted pack. They’ll need the help of all the Ravens and a god or two in order to destroy something Cronus created.

A Siren Erotic Romance


Colt thought back to the first time he’d seen Jaklyn. She’d been posing as a follower of Cronus, and had helped free Selena, the daughter of Zeus and Hera, and now the wife of Max and Malcolm King, from the mystical chains. Colt remembered jealousy unlike any he’d ever felt at the closeness between Jaklyn, and the two morons she was with. He’d wanted to kill Abe and Link Adams, until she’d explained they were like brothers to her. Once he’d looked into her mind and saw the truth, he and Gray were able to let them live.

“Other than she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever saw? No.” Colt looked at Blade, and then at Uri. Both men had smug looks on their faces. He completely understood Gray’s need to punch the other men.

“She, along with those two morons she calls friends, are shifters. Well, she isn’t a full blood, but there’s shifter blood in her.”

Gray and he probably looked like fools with their eyes bugging out, but Colt hadn’t noticed anything of the sort. “How do you know?”

“Man, if you couldn’t tell it, I’m not going to explain. Trust me, the next time you are in her presence, just focus on something other than getting inside her.” Uri held up his hand. “I clearly wasn’t focused on doing the horizontal with her, like you two. You’re welcome.”

Gray rolled his eyes, leaning down to offer Blade a lift up.

“That was your one free shot. The next will be an all-out brawl, you got me?” Blade’s smile was brief. Colt didn’t blame the man.

“Sorry, man. You can hit me twice. Go ahead.” Gray turned his head to the side.

Blade and Uri both chuckled, which was never a good thing when they got together and plotted against someone, and in this case it was Gray and him. Both Blade and Uri wore their hair in long dread locks, but where Blades hair was white blonde, Uri’s was dark brown almost black. The two men sported matching tribal tattoos on opposite arms. Colt swore they were meant to be twins.

Instead of hitting Gray in the jaw, he held his fist out. Gray and Uri bumped fist, and then Uri and he did, too. Colt shook his head. He walked over to shake hands with the other men.

“Thank you for the information. Do you have any other helpful hints on where she may have gone?” Colt hated having to ask, but would do anything if it meant finding the woman he knew was their Fated.

“Wish I did,” Uri answered.

Colt nodded and watched both men dematerialize.

“So we do this the old-fashioned way?” Gray asked.

“How’s that?” Colt couldn’t imagine what his best friend was talking about.

“The Internet, of course.” Gray pulled his smart phone out, and was scrolling through it as he spoke.

After a few minutes of listening to Gray grunt, or curse, Colt looked over his friends shoulder to see the small screen. There were so many Marx listed, it would take them forever to go through them all, and no Jaklyn’s to narrow down the search.

“Let’s go to the penthouse at the King Towers. Maybe Selena can help us pinpoint her location.” Colt flashed out of the Sprint Center with Gray right behind him.

He wasn’t ready to concede defeat.

They’d been searching for the one woman to complete them for thousands of years. Of course he’d assumed his woman would be his, and not one he’d share with another man, but Gray wasn’t just another man. He was his best friend and partner since the beginning of the Ravens. When they’d began training to defeat Cronus, they’d split up into teams of two. Max and Malcolm were the leaders, but each man was equal in strength, they just had different powers gifted to them from the gods, or goddesses who’d created them.

Colt had been drawn to Gray, just as all the other Ravens had felt an instinctual pull to one of the other men. He’d give his life for any of his fellow warriors, would drop anything if one of his friends needed him without question, but Gray was like a brother to him. Seeing Max and Malcolm bond with their Fated, he’d assumed it was due to their twin connection. He had to change his assumption when Rafe and Vin found the same with Tamara, and then when he and Gray both connected with Jaklyn.

Now, he welcomed the thought of sharing his Fated with his best friend. The love and commitment he’d witnessed between the other Ravens and their women, was exactly what he wanted.

They needed to find the missing piece to their souls.


Colt trailed kisses down her jaw, nipping her neck in a way that made her groan in pleasure. His talented mouth opened wide over first one nipple and then the next. She sifted her fingers through his soft hair, holding him in place when he went to move away. He blew a hot breath over the breast he was suckling, making her toes curl.

Another set of hands began touching her. They straightened her feet and spread her legs wider. She wasn’t sure when Colt had moved to the side to make room for Gray, and she wondered how many times they’d done this with countless other women.

Gray tapped her mound. “There were no other women who meant anything to either of us. We have always respected women, but none were you.”

Colt leaned into her without hesitation. “What Gray is saying, very badly, I might add, is we’ve searched for our Fated forever. Until Max and Malcolm found Selena, we’d all given up hope there truly was such a thing. It’s not the same with humans. But for us Ravens, we know when the one woman who is meant for us is found. For us that’s you. We know this is new to you, and we will give you all the time you need to decide if you can live with us. Just don’t ask us to deny what we know is true. Every time we look at you we see a golden light. It’s how we know when we’ve found our one.”

Gray’s kiss was a little more delicate, but no less passionate. There was a deep yearning that they were filling inside her. One she had no clue was there until it was being filled.

Four hands were touching her, two mouths kissing and nibbling, making her body oversensitized. She ran her hands over the well-sculpted muscles of Gray’s chest, enjoying learning the differences in each of her men’s bodies. Colt was leaner, but no less sculpted, while Gray was much bulkier.

They both were physically perfect and utterly gorgeous specimens of maleness.

“What are you thinking about, love?” Gray asked, and then gripped both her hands in one of his.

“Hey! I was touching you.”

A wicked glint lit his hazel eyes. “I know, but now you can’t. Now, you just feel.”

Jaklyn tugged on her wrists, finding them wrapped in the softest binding attached to the headboard. That was when she realized she was no longer facing the foot of the bed. “How the hell did you do that?”

From between her spread thighs, Colt chuckled. “It’s magic, baby.”

“Damn it! That’s not fair.” Jaklyn’s moan burst out.

“If you want us to let you go we will.” Gray levered up on one elbow.

Jaklyn parted her lips. Gray’s face was so close, his fist clenched and he was looking so kissable. “Show me what you had in mind.”

“You understand that you are not just one of ours, but both Gray’s and mine, right?” Colt asked, his breath feathering over her drenched sex with every word.

She nodded, thrusting her hips to bring her pelvis closer to Colt’s face. He chuckled but didn’t give her what she needed, the damn man, instead he spread her legs a little wider.

“Gray, I think our woman is a little impatient. Look how wet she is.” He parted her lower lips.

Jaklyn watched Gray lick his lips. She wished one of the men would put their tongue on her. He faced her. “Do you want Colt to lick you, love?”

“Yes,” she said in a rush. “But only if he wants to.”

Colt laughed. “Oh, I want to more than a starving man wants his next meal baby. While I’m eating you, I want you to suck Gray’s cock.”

Her heart slammed in her chest. She wanted to make both men come. No, scratch that, she needed all three of them to come. She needed, on some elemental level to make both men lose control, so that they were all three on an even keel.

And at this very second, her job was to make one very horny Gray come.

At the dominating and ravenous look in Colt’s eyes, if she didn’t do it soon he wouldn’t be making her come either. His stare held hers, promising her pleasure.

It wasn’t until she felt a smack to the top of her pussy she realized that Gray was getting impatient. Her eyes flew to his to find he was holding his dick in his left hand, while his right was rubbing the sting from the tap he’d just given her.

Gloriously wicked pleasure shot though her.

“Open wide and suck his dick, Jaklyn.”