Am Rethinking My Erotic Romance Series and Other Publishing Issues...

Books two and three are complete in The Love Play Matchmaking Service series but my publisher no longer wants them because they no longer publish M/F erotic romances.  But wait, you're problem saying to yourself, the two books below are menages and therefore aren't categorized as M/F erotic romances.  

       

You're right!  However, the next two books in the series are-- I completed them and submitted Book 3 to the publisher of the series Siren Publishing.  They've turned down the books for many reasons, of which I will not go into at this juncture, reasons, in my opinion, make absolutely no sense.

But the gist of their reason for rejecting them is that they Siren no longer publishes M/F non-BDSM romances. That's what they told me. And since book 3 and subsequently, book 4 no longer fits within their new guidelines, I have to decide what to do with them. 

I will keep you guys posted with further updates on the situation.


-Clare Dargin

The Son of the Alpha is On the Trail of Pure Evil and Meets His Mate Instead #Erotic #Romance #MF- #WolfsBlade

https://www.amazon.com/Wolfs-Blade-Paladins-Book-1-ebook/dp/B019VS3IZK

Samantha Dixon rescues a wounded wolf shifter in the woods near her home … and unwittingly gets drawn into a dangerous game of cat and mouse with a murderer. Callum Blake is on the trail of an evil man who would be king of all wolfkind, no matter the cost … it’s up to Callum to stop him. How can Callum fulfill his duty to protect his pack and save the woman who is destined to be his mate?

#BookReview #XansFiestyMate by #ElleBoon #Contemporary #Romance #Shifter

From My Guest Reviewer at Cariad Books- Heidi Rundle

We are back with another amazing spine tingling action pact sexy romance from the wonderful Elle Boon, This author never fails to amaze me…. she is utter magic. Anything she writes i just no i will fall deeper and deeper in love.

Breezy has always been in loved Xan Carmichael for as long as she can remember, but she has grown o so tired of simply trying to get him to just notice her. This has gone on long enough she is tired of it all and is ready to move on.

Xan has never wanted a mate after all he already has everything he wants and any lady he wants under him, but that all changes when someone tries to hurt the only woman who has called to him and his wolf, he is ready to rip the world and anyone and anything in his path apart to keep her safe.

The past seems to have a way of sneaking back in and well haunting your present, and well Breezy has just become the unfortunate focus of a psychotic killer.

Will Xan and the Iron Wolves be able to save Breezy in the kick of time? or will whoever is out there trying to end her life succeed?

Will this stubborn alpha be able to claim her in time?

OMG this book is amazing as soon as it appeared on my kindle I sat right down and didn’t budge all day even for food. I was so engrossed it was like I became a part of this world and story and maybe even in my mind a character.

To read more click here-  https://cariadbooksblog.wordpress.com/2016/02/10/xans-feisty-mate-2/

-Heidi Rundle

Wolf's Blade by Clare Dargin. Plus an Excerpt

Blurb:  

Samantha Dixon rescues a wounded wolf shifter in the woods near her home … and unwittingly gets drawn into a dangerous game of cat and mouse with a murderer. 

Callum Blake is on the trail of an evil man who would be king of all wolf kind, no matter the cost … it’s up to Callum to stop him. How can Callum fulfill his duty to protect his pack and save the woman who is destined to be his mate? 

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Excerpt

Callum Blake growled and grabbed his forearm. He opened his clenched fist as the nails on his hand morphed into long dark claws. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as he fought the urge to shift. He pounded the tree and glanced up at the night sky and prayed in agony to the wolf goddess. He pleaded for help. He’d take anything she had to offer if it would provide even the smallest amount of relief.

Nothing. The pain continued. He shook his head and grimaced in an attempt to remove the fog that was starting to shroud his mind. He silently cried out to her again.

Why are you silent? You’re the reason I took this mission and now you’re allowing me to suffer?

His frustration mingled with his physical pain, adding to his misery. The beast fought its way to the surface. He opened his mouth and howled. A mixture of a roar and a yell, it relieved some of the tension within him, but it did not drive away the urge to shift. Leaning against the tree, he dug his claws into the bark, burrowing deep grooves as he exerted his strength against the muscle contraction. 

His pulse pounded in his ears as sweat poured down on his face. Unlike his wolf self who resided peacefully inside of him, his lycan did not have the same kind of placating nature. It yielded only to the strongest of commands exerted to it from his mind. It was supposed to live in harmony just as his inner wolf, but it refused.

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Buy Links:

Liquid Silver Books- http://www.lsbooks.com/wolfs-blade-p1090.php

Amazon- http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B019VS3IZK?redirect=true&ref_=s9_simh_gw_g351_i1_r

I Dream of Spaceships, Faeries, Vampires and Dragons.

Guest Post by Livia Quinn

My mother worked for NASA when I was a kid, so I met astronauts and dreamed about going to outer space. I’d sit in my over stuffed reading chair and devour Astronomy books, Tom Swift, and all the Justice Leaque heroes. So when I started writing it was only natural that my contemporary stories took on a paranormal twist.

When I read, I want to escape. And while I read all genres, the best escapes for me are those magical realms that can’t possibly exist—or can they. I mean, what if my boss is really a dragon? Or a vampire? Think about it, whether it’s fairy tales or vampires, shifters or zombies, light or dark; whether we call it paranormal, urban fantasy, or science fiction, it’s all the stuff of our fantasies. It takes us away from our real lives. It’s pure escape since we’re pretty sure that paranormal beings don’t exist. (Personally, I’d love to explore the possibility of meeting Roarke and taking a trip in his personal jet to his Olympus resort. Yes!)

There’s something for everyone in this big paranormal world. Look at the variety on screen – Supernatural, Thor, Grimm, Sleepy Hollow, the Walking Dead, Bitten, Witches of Eastwick, The Avengers, Once Upon a Time, Vampire Diaries… 

Someone said when they found out I was going to see Avatar for the third time, or Star Wars, “That’s for kids. Why don’t you grow up?” I feel sad for them because although there’s a side of me that is very practical, the other side is stimulated and energized by the dream of other worlds, other peoples, and other realms. By the magical possibilities. Why would I give that up?

Why do you love fantasy? What’s your favorite sub-genre?

My Destiny Paramortals series set in Destiny, Louisiana began with my fear of severe weather, which was always a problem for me while delivering the mail. Writing about the Paranormals has been rather cathartic since my heroine is a storm witch. Here’s the blurb for the book 1, Storm Crazy.


Destiny – is it Mayberry or Middle Earth?

My name is Tempest Pomeroy, and my human job is delivering the mail in Destiny, Louisiana. I’m also a Paramortal like my family, or I’m supposed to be. If I didn’t have a few little talents, I’d think I was adopted. It’s just two weeks until Mardi Gras, and I’m having a bad day. That’s like saying Katrina dropped a little rain on the Gulf Coast.

First, River’s amphora went missing—that’s genie bottle to you mere-mortals—and on my first delivery, a handsome scantily clad doctor triggered some sort of hallucination, with just a touch. Pheromones? Then, one of my customers had a stroke while reading me the riot act over a piece of mail, but I saved the old fart with a zap of my Zeus juice! It was the first time I’d actually called my power on purpose, and Destiny’s hunky new sheriff almost saw me use my magic—big no-no—when he responded to the call.

He showed up again when the local florist filed a complaint against me for dropping a seventy-five-pound box on his foot. Yeah, I did it, but it was kind of an accident. He put his hand where it didn’t belong, and my fingers… sorta slipped. Then, things got worse. I discovered a dead body in the clubhouse and rescued my brother’s amphora from a locker, bashing it in with a Greg Norman wedge.

Guess who showed up? You guessed it.

I’ve denied my heritage for too long. Now, my brother is missing, my mother’s out of pocket, and the sheriff and my ex-lover are squaring off like yard dogs staking a claim over a poodle. I am no one’s poodle. Is it any wonder I’m calling this the worst M.A.L.E day of my life? My friend Aurora says all the chaos is a sign of my quickening Tempestaerie power, and more changes are on the wind.
Oh, and the sheriff? He thought he’d settled in a normal small town to raise his teenage daughter—like Mayberry?! We’ll see how that turns out…

Things better settle down soon, ‘cause I’m about to go... Storm Crazy.

 Excerpt: Tempe calls her power for the first time.

“ETA is eight minutes,” the dispatcher said in her calm, almost bored voice. “Can you give me any information for the EMTs?”

Eight...friggin’… minutes. “Mid-eighties...he had some kind of seizure and he’s not breathing.”

Seconds ticked off as I continued to pump his chest. I stopped, put my fingers to his mouth. Nothing.

“Oomph,” I sat back. He wasn’t going to make it. Unless… Maybe there was something I could do, but then I’d never actually attempted it. Usually it just happened when things got out of control. Well—not things—me.

Part of the problem was I’d be in clear sight of anyone looking this way from their front yard or driving down the street, but if I didn’t try something before the EMTs arrived, he was going to die. I looked around. It had to be now. I wondered if my little zapper would have enough zip.
Mr. Jackson’s tirade had miraculously not drawn any attention. The street was deserted. A squirrel bounded onto the road nearby, swished his tail madly and took off toward a large oak. At least he couldn’t tell.

 Extending my hand out in front of me, Palm up, I concentrated, willing the power inside me to obey.

Nothing. I squeezed my eyes shut, grit my teeth, and whispered hopefully, “Come to me.”

Blast! I sounded like a bad vamp movie. Separating my index finger, the one with the tiny tattoo-like image on the tip, away from my other fingers, I turned it up toward the darkening sky. The cells in my body began to vibrate. Like an energy solar panel, menori tapped the unstable air and focused it like a laser through the tattoo, accumulating until my head felt like it would explode.

The rumble beneath my feet was the only notice I had of the electric strike that rode straight up my legs, curling in my midsection and crawling swiftly along my right arm to produce my own version of a Fourth of July sparkler, emanating from that fingertip. Then the sparks changed. Brilliant bolts of crackling white light spit and sizzled in my palm, sending jagged streamers of hot blue fire ten feet into the air.

I gawked.

A car entering a nearby street freed me from the mesmerizing light display. This was different from any of the charging I’d previously experienced. Bigger. Usually it just sort of replenished on its own. Panicked, I looked over my shoulder, and exhaled. So far so good.

Now what? I needed to command the fire in my hand to... what? Before I could say, “Be gone,” or “Go thither,” the light subsided to a small crackly glow. That was it then.

Instinct took over. I knelt beside Mr. Jackson and placed my glowing index finger against his chest. With a single szzwaattt, I zapped him, right in the heart. His chest arched up only the barest of seconds as it met my magical defibrillator, then his body relaxed.

Momentarily deafened and somewhat addled as my faculties came back online, I groped for the pulse in his neck. For a second I thought I’d failed. But then, his tired, smoke glutted organ started beating.
Thank the gods.

Only the slight whiff of burnt flesh remained on the wind. Drained of energy, I swiped the back of my hand across my forehead. And saw the mark.

“Zeus’ rechargeable bolts! That better be temporary.”

Centered on the spot where I’d zapped him, a pale image was forming. It looked like a pale, mini version of… well… me.

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Buy Links-  

Storm Crazy is available on all retailers:

Amazon http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00L02VHE0

ARe https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-stormcrazydestinyparamortals-1959040-140.html

Nook http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/2940152782684

Createspace https://www.createspace.com/4781807

Goodreads   https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22734226

iBooks     https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/storm-crazy/id1071736239?mt=11

Kobo      https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/storm-crazy

Scribd    http://www.scribd.com/book/294539327

Page Foundry   http://www.inktera.com/store/title/62c704b0-4e11-4935-9fe6-c5728d86e89d

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Guest Post: New Gothic Romance: A Haunting Combination by Claire Gem. Plus an Excerpt from Phantom Traces

My readers often ask me, “Why ghosts in your contemporary romance? Where do you get your ideas?” The answer is simple: I love both genres.

Contemporary romance, with its high emotional stakes, present-day, real life settings, and steamy sex scenes, draws me in and keeps me turning the pages. I also love ghost stories, with all the thrills and chills of a true gothic. Trouble is, there aren’t many gothic novels set in present day. Most of them fall into the historical category, and take place in the past.

So what better way to express my love of both genres? Write books embracing both.

What exactly is “New Gothic”? Okay, I’ll admit it—I invented the term, mostly because contemporary romance with paranormal elements was too long. Plus, nowadays the term “paranormal” in genre fiction is more often related to vampires, zombies, and shape shifters than plain old, garden-variety ghosts. Not that my ghosts are boring. Not by any stretch.

Where do I get my inspirations? That’s the easy part. I’m a sucker for old buildings: centuries-old libraries, crumbling hotels, abandoned asylums. And graveyards—I’m addicted to them. There’s actually a name for that: taphophilia. I started exploring old graveyards way back in my first year of college, when I took a photography course. I created an entire portfolio of black-and-white photos of cemeteries, playing with the light, bare-branched trees, and hovering birds. Unfortunately, that was 40 years ago. Sadly, I no longer have any of those pictures.

I suppose the question that arises now is: why? What draws me to these places? It’s hard to explain, but they speak to me. I get vibes from every one I visit, sometimes positive, sometimes very negative. But the vibes incite ideas, characters, situations, stories. The next thing I know, I’m at my keyboard tapping away.

In my preparation for writing Phantom Traces, I visited every old library within a 50-mile radius of my home. I live in New England, so that took me to some very old buildings indeed, including the one in Salem, Massachusetts. And so the setting for my ghostly romance, the Harvey Library, was born from bits and pieces of all of these magical, mysterious places.

Since then I have sketched out several other settings for New Gothic romances, including an abandoned hotel and two defunct asylums. For me, the research is half the fun.

So are you one of those readers who loves romance, but also loves the paranormal? A really chilling ghost story? Mysteries? Magic? I invite you to share with me, in your comments, your favorite elements of these genres. Your input will help me to better construct my next New Gothic Romance. If you comment and sign up for my newsletter here http://blog.clairegem.com, on January 15, I will choose one lucky participant to receive a free Kindle copy of Phantom Traces. 

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Claire Gem turns the paranormal genre on its ear by combining the elements of gothic horror, mystery/thriller, and contemporary romance into a genre she calls New Gothic.

Claire loves ghost stories, and has done her homework when it comes to exploring the world of paranormal phenomena. She holds her certificate in Parapsychology from Duke University's Rhine Institute of Paranormal Studies.

Although she most definitely believes in ghosts, Claire doesn't suffer from nightmares. They are simply midnight musings for her next gothic novel.

Claire Gem’s debut New Gothic romance, Phantom Traces, is available in ebook, paperback, and audiobook here: http://amzn.to/1P8akBy Read about Claire’s upcoming New Gothic romances here: www.clairegem.com

Cupid by Lucy Felthouse What Is A Reindeer #Shifter To Do When His Mate Is Near? #MF #Erotic #Contemporary #Romance

Out Now! Cupid by Lucy Felthouse 

Blurb:

As a postman by day, and one of Santa’s reindeer on a single very special night, Cassius Cupid eats, sleeps, and breathes deliveries. He doesn’t mind, but sometimes wishes that someone would send him something more exciting than bills and junk mail.

One cold January morning, Cassius gets his wish. A young woman arrives with a parcel. Turns out it’s for his housemate – but Cassius doesn’t care. All he’s interested in is Carina – the beautiful female courier.

Has Cupid finally met his match?

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Excerpt:

Cassius Cupid woke with a start, and then sat bolt upright in his bed. Shit, I’m going to be late! was his first thought.

Milliseconds later his brain switched on, and he remembered. He was on holiday. Flopping back onto the warm mattress and pillows with a contented sigh, he smiled. No work for fourteen whole days—it was going to be utter bliss. He stretched, relishing the feeling it created in his sleep-softened muscles. Ahhh…this is the life.

He knew he wouldn’t go back to sleep—hell, it was eight o’clock, which was practically the middle of the day for someone in his profession—so Cassius fell to thinking about how he was going to spend his day, not to mention the several others in front of him. God knew he deserved to relax and have some fun. He’d just emerged from the busiest part of his year, and he was more than ready to do some chilling out.

He enjoyed his job as a postman—he really did—but the Christmas period was a total killer. He idly wondered how many cards and presents he’d delivered over the past few weeks. It didn’t bear thinking about. Once you factored in the festive period itself, the weird few days between Christmas and New Year, and then the flurry of mail that got sent when everyone went back to work properly at the beginning of January, he’d racked up some serious deliveries. And that was before you even thought about his other job—which was for just one day a year, but was arguably more important than the other 364 put together.

Cassius—or Cupid, as he was known to his boss and colleagues in his second, but most important job—was not only a regular postman for the Royal Mail, but also a reindeer. For a single day of the year, Cassius had the supernatural power to transform into one of Santa’s faithful steeds and help pull that famous magical sleigh, delivering presents to excited children the world over.

Therefore, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Cassius really did eat, sleep and breathe deliveries, but not for the next fourteen days. All he planned to do was watch some TV, read some books, maybe go out hiking, meet some friends… basically anything that wasn’t delivering something to someone. Hey, he might even receive something through the post himself—preferably not the usual crap; bills and junk mail. He didn’t hold out much hope.

He lounged in bed for another ten minutes before realising he was lying there just for the sake of it. Being on holiday didn’t have to equal staying in bed all day—and certainly not for someone as active as him. He reached over to his bedside table, grabbed his glasses and put them on. Throwing off his thick duvet, he walked to his bedroom window and peeked out through the curtains, immediately glad of the effective central heating he and his housemate had forked out to have installed the previous year.

The outside world was covered in a thick layer of snow, and Cassius was mightily glad that he wasn’t out delivering letters and parcels. The stuff was treacherous enough without having to carry a heavy bag up and down driveways, paths, and pavements — most of which either hadn’t been cleared, or had been cleared badly, leaving incredibly slippery patches of ground for an unsuspecting postie to come across. God knows he’d gone down enough times, but, much to his relief, nobody had ever seen him do it. He’d always been relatively unharmed—excerpt for his pride, of course—and had been able to scramble back to his feet and carry on.

The eerie silence outside was broken by the rumble of an engine, and Cassius turned his head to look up the street—he lived in a cul-de-sac, so he knew that’s where the vehicle would come from—and watched as a delivery van made its way slowly and carefully down the road. He hoped the driver was sensible enough to try and steer over the thickest parts of the snow—the more people went over and over the same patches, packing it down, the more the road surface resembled an ice rink. And since the cul-de-sac was on a slight hill, it was easy enough to get stuck. He’d seen it so many times—even going outside one time last winter to suggest the driver go down to the bottom of the road, turn around and try reversing up the hill—an almost foolproof plan for vans with rear-wheel drive. He’d gotten a big thumbs-up for that suggestion as the driver finally got to the junction where the road became flat, and went on his merry way.

As the van drew closer to his house, he saw that the driver was a woman. That would explain her cautious driving—he’d never admit it to one of his drinking buddies, but women were far superior when it came to driving in adverse weather conditions. He even thought he’d seen some survey containing statistics that proved it.

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Buy links: 

http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/cupid/ 

Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27255784-cupid

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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 140 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline.

These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. 

She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. 

Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Captive Wolf by Elodie Parkes. The Venn Pack in Love 3

Hi, thank you for inviting me to your lovely blog today with The Venn Pack in Love.

There are currently two books on full release, Surprising the Alpha, released in September by Siren publishing and Wolf Bond, released October 21.

Captive Wolf released November 4, and is right now available from Siren. (That was a lovely surprise for me when I looked at the Wolf Bond page and saw Captive Wolf had been added to my bestseller list.)

The Venn Pack in love started with, Surprising the Alpha, originally written for an anthology, but then ultimately developed into a full-length story, and the first in ‘The Venn Pack in Love’ series. 

All the heroes are the sexy alpha types, but vulnerable, and hoping for love. Their heroines are feisty, and once the wolf shifter bond is formed, crave their mate as much as he adores them. It’s very steamy, but all the same, the plots are complex and a mix of sub-genre, mystery, suspense, erotic romance, paranormal romance, and adventure. 

I wanted this wolf-shifter pack to be different and have none of the sometimes hackneyed 

wolf-lore found in this type of story. 

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Surprising the Alpha, The Venn Pack in Love

Blurb-

The town is dying after a new highway takes its previous through traffic and custom away from shops, cafes, the bars and tourist attractions. The Venn wolf-shifter pack and alpha, Joshua Venn, are suffering. They’ve lived happily in the town as humans and like it, but now they’re threatened with slinking back to a woodland den with their tails between their legs.

One day Dani Cruz and her brother Jason hit town. They’re entrepreneurs whose business is urban regeneration and they intend to save this town. Only one person resents their arrival, alpha wolf-shifter Joshua. Will his determination to be the only one who saves his pack drive the town to ruin? Or will something happen that changes his life forever?

Joshua Venn is looking for answers. It’s one hot summer and someone hides a secret.

This alpha is in for more than one surprise.

Buy Links- 

http://www.amazon.com/Surprising-Alpha-Siren-Publishing-Classic-ebook/dp/B0153O6JFC

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Surprising-Alpha-Siren-Publishing-Classic-ebook/dp/B0153O6JFC

http://www.bookstrand.com/surprising-the-alpha

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Review-

4 twinkling stars from Readers' favorite 

“The story was well-written and full of details. I enjoyed the plot and its resolution to the story......Dani is a surprising heroine. She is smart and determined. The two (Joshua and her) have an intense chemistry that is fun to read about It had some unexpected twists that held me captivated.”

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Wolf Bond, The Venn Pack in Love 2

New release and already a Siren bestseller, 'Wolf Bond, The Venn Pack in Love 2 is an exciting mix of erotic romance, suspense and paranormal romance for all you shifter lovers.

Blurb

Liberty Venn longs for love after her alpha brother, Joshua, found it with Dani Cruz. It’s a year after the Cruz entrepreneurs have regenerated the town and saved Liberty from closing her cafe. 

When a stranger arrives in town, he instantly captures lonely Liberty’s attention. Drawn to him by a deep undeniable instinct, Liberty loses her heart when Eden Farrell flirts with her.

Will he be the lover she’s begun to long for?

Eden Farrell, PI, wolf shifter, gorgeous, goes after what he wants, and now he wants Liberty. He recognizes the wolf in her long before she knows what he is. He ignites a passion in Liberty and she delights him with her response.

As a deep bond forms between them, danger follows Eden. He’s in love with Liberty, and believes nothing will keep him from her. Trouble is; danger is out to find them both.

Publisher Buy Link- http://www.bookstrand.com/book/wolf-bond

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Captive Wolf, The Venn Pack in Love 3 

When Ryder Venn sets out to do a favor for his alpha brother, Joshua, he thinks it’s just an ordinary day. Little does he know the horror and adventure that awaits him. Captured and tortured by shifter hunters, Ryder wakes to the gentle care of Evie Thomas.

As Ryder Venn falls in love with the mysterious girl who nurses his wounds and feeds him, Evie discloses her reason for being part of the hunter’s group. She’s infiltrated the club, determined to avenge her brother’s death at one of their leader’s hands. As Evie reveals her identity and plans to Ryder, they fall into a heated and passionate love affair. Meanwhile, the shifter hunters plot to force Ryder into cage fighting. The trouble is just who or what will they make him fight?

Deep in love, Ryder marks Evie as his mate.

Gorgeous Ryder will do anything for her.

Lovely Evie will do anything to free him.

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Publisher Buy Link- http://www.bookstrand.com/book/captive-wolf

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Enjoy these snippets from The Venn Pack in Love series:

Surprising the Alpha, The Venn Pack in Love:

Excerpt:

He approached slowly. “The river is hard to resist. I swim here sometimes.” About a pace away his breath left him when his gaze alighted on the V between her legs where her thighs met as she sat on the end of the jetty. The breeze had picked up the end of her shirt, blowing it back to display the black silk panties she wore. They stopped way below her hips and an expanse of creamy skin greeted his hungry gaze. He couldn’t tear his eyes from the enticing sight. Her voice reached him through a fog of lust.

“You live in town then?”

Joshua raised his eyes to her face. She showed no signs of knowing he stared at her body, or of worry that she showed off her panties. Well, if she were swimming, she’d be wearing a bikini, so I guess I’d be ogling the same kind of view. He smiled at his thought and her, a flood of some warm emotion mellowing his previous bad temper. He drank in the sight of her, her huge golden-green eyes, pert button nose, those luscious lips, the endearing sprinkle of freckles across her cheeks, and the silky tendrils of hair caressing her lovely neck. He’d never felt anything like the rush of intense desire and tenderness that forced him to squat beside her. “I do live here. I was born here.” His cock was hardening and the squat helped him disguise the bulge in his jeans. A sigh rose in his throat. His wolf nature knelt before her. How good would it be to kiss her? How would it feel to sink my cock in her pussy? She’s so lovely. Lovely wasn’t a word Joshua used too much in his life, but now lovely echoed in his brain all the time. He quickly licked his suddenly dry lips. 

“I’ve not seen you before. Are you a tourist?” Lovely one, he added in his mind.

©Elodie Parkes 2015 Siren Publishing

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Wolf Bond, The Venn Pack in Love, 2

Excerpt: 

Joshua gazed at him. “You’re used to this shit, aren’t you? So much for not bringing danger. I have half a mind to run you out of town after this and tell Liberty you’ve left her. She’ll get over you. She’s strong.”

Eden felt his stomach tighten with anger. His eyes burned, and he knew the glow was back. He glared at Joshua. “The hell you will. Liberty and I have a bond, a wolf bond, and you fucking know what that means. I can’t live without her and she’ll pine for me. How about you try living without Dani? How’d you feel about that?”

Joshua looked away. He sighed. “Is this your fault?”

Eden rubbed his forehead. “I don’t think so. I honestly believe this was some weird coincidence. Let’s do this. First the rental and then the other stuff.”

Joshua shook his head. “I’ll get Lucas out here. We need to deal with all the vehicles at once.”

Eden sighed heavily. “How long will that take? No, we can do this. Do you know a cliff top or not?”

©Elodie Parkes 2015 Siren Publishing

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Captive Wolf , The Venn Pack in Love 3

Excerpt:

Evie freed her hands from his and ran her fingertips up his chest. She caressed his jaw.

“Do you want dinner now or after I make love to you?”

Ryder’s eyes widened at her. “Here? Can anyone see us?”

Evie smiled. “Ah, so if no one can see us you’d like that?” She’d worn her hair loose, and it fell down over her shoulder in dark waves.

Ryder reached out and wound a length around his hand. He brushed her breast with his fingertips and her nipple peaked through her fine cotton T-shirt. He flicked his gaze to hers and traced her nipple with his thumb.

Evie’s body went into melt down. She closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure, trailing her fingertips carefully down Ryder’s body. She wanted to make love to him, but not hurt him.

Evie moved the quilt and opened her eyes to see what she’d revealed. She ran her tongue over her lips and traced the shape of his erection, over the head and down the rock-hard column with a trembling fingertip. She bent and kissed Ryder’s lips.

Ryder murmured against her mouth, “Evie, this feels so good. I want you so badly.”

She sat up and pulled off her T-shirt. Her breasts pushed out, the nipples hard and she brought his hands to hold them.

“I want you, too.” Her voice reduced to a whisper, she grasped his cock as he gently kneaded her breasts. Evie savored the feel of him, and acutely aware of the torture he’d endured, she softened her touch as her fingertips reached his balls.

Ryder opened her jeans and Evie stood to let him push them down her thighs.

She took them off and stood before him in her panties. A tremble went through her. The desire welling up inside her was so strong her clit buzzed and her pussy throbbed. She could hardly wait to feel him inside her.

He took a deep breath. “You are lovely,” he whispered. He leaned to her and kissed along her stomach and hips, his hands gentle on the sides of her body.

Evie drifted in the pleasure of his touch. Her stomach tightened under his lips. She angled her hips to him wanting, needing his fingers inside her. Her pussy clenched and cream drenched her panties.

Ryder made a soft sound and plunged a hand down inside them. “I can sense your need. Your scent’s beguiling.” He ran a finger around her folds, and then he pushed two cream-coated fingers into her. “Fucking hell, you feel like heaven.” 

He nuzzled her breasts as he fingered her, making low sexy sounds that sent tingles racing over every inch of Evie’s body.

©Elodie Parkes 2015 Siren Publishing

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About Elodie

I’m a writer who is in love with happy endings. Currently based in the UK but thinking about joining the next flock of birds I see heading south for the winter.

I love: music, art, flowers, trees, the ocean...

I work with antiques by day and words by night.

Like a vampire, darkness is my friend, that’s when the silence is only broken by an occasional hoot of owls in the woodlands opposite my current home, and I write.

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Raven Pirate Assassin by Landra Graf. A Beyond Fairytales Novel

Blurb: 

Once Upon A Time... 

Sorella Corvino lost her brother to The Cursed years ago. Sorella is so determined to find him, she'll make any deal, rescue the outcasts and those like him, and risk flying into any port to rescue him. When her latest pirate efforts partner her with a bounty hunter who's too charming, sexy, and handsome for his own good, she knows she's in trouble. 

Ian Marshall no longer believes in fairy tales…

Disowned and a marked criminal in the United States, this merchant turned bounty hunter, is one bounty away from freedom; and freedom's price is handing over one person to the most cutthroat gang in the world, The Cursed. Yet, he can't get to them without Sorella's help. Too bad she's gorgeous, aggravating, and a little trigger happy.

As the attraction mounts, the danger grows and the pair find themselves invading a skin trader den, the ballrooms of dictator-ruled Germany, and fighting battles in the sky in the hopes of getting everything they want. Only thing they didn't plan on... falling in love.

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Excerpt

“I already paid off the police, at least for the moment. Until your cousin offers them more.” The words rolled off her tongue matter-of-factly as if this sort of situation occurred every day. His pants tightened at her words. A woman who feared nothing, who didn’t believe in danger.

“Very generous of you.”

“Hmm?” She stopped playing with her balisong knife and looked at him.

He came toward her, arms open, expecting her to move away from the door and put distance between them. She didn’t. “You protected me at your own expense.”

“I thought you might take my generosity as replacement for me losing the bet.”

Less than six inches separated their bodies. The pulse point at her neck fluttered, her breath shallow. Her knife stilled in her hand, closed, but ready to deploy. She waited for him to make a move.

The distinct possibility existed he’d be dead in the next minute, but her lips were deep red, like cherries he’d eaten in late summer. To leave them untouched would be a crime. “You thought wrong.”

He leaned in. She gasped, and then he kissed her.

She’d been kissed before, but it had merely been her parents’ chaste touches to her cheeks or forehead, and, once, her fiancé had brushed her lips with his. Otherwise, she had remained untouched until now. As he touched the tip of his tongue to her closed mouth, a sinful sensation swamped her body. Gooseflesh broke out underneath her clothes, and little hairs stood up on the back of her neck.

Sorella grabbed the lapels of his coat and opened her mouth. Something carnal took over, an instinct to engage his tongue in some primitive dance. If this was considered uncivilized, she’d gladly abandon society and all its norms.

As fast as the moment began, it ended, and Ian pulled back a few inches. “You taste amazing.”

He did, too; like peppermint, and…. “You taste familiar.” 

Not as if she’d tasted him before, but somehow the aromatic tang of his mouth and the scent of his breath on an exhale resonated within her. She’d bottle it if she knew how.

 “Kiss me again.”

“As my captain commands.”

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Author Bio: 

Landra Graf consumes at least one book a day, and has always been a sucker for stories where true love conquers all. She believes in the power of the written word, and the joy such words can bring. In between spending time with her family and having book adventures, she writes romance with the goal of giving everyone, fictional or not, their own happily ever after.

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A Little Yule Magick by Skye Ritchey

Blurb:

Sygin and Boyd are adept mages, looking forward to their winter break. Being alone in the big manor for Yule is their most cherished tradition. But a series of mishaps may keep them from their celebratory festivities.

Excerpt:

Boyd Lagassi shifted his position and dragged Sygin Ball up to straddle his thighs. "I want your famous fried honeycakes." His mouth closed over her nipple and he flicked his tongue back and forth.

Sygin moaned low in her throat. "Famous only because it's one of the few things I can make and not screw up." She rocked forward, lifting her hips and pushing backwards onto his hard shaft.

Boyd closed his eyes, relishing her warm heat. "And it's tradition. Five years and counting." He flexed his thighs then relaxed and let Sygin control the pace.

She kicked up the speed, her hands planted firmly on his chest. He opened his eyes, loving to watch her. Her passion for him took his breath away, her expressive face showing every nuance, her gaze going darker, the green irises going from a soft leafy color to a deep pine shade.

Her hips rolled back and forth, her breaths coming in short little bursts. Not long now, for either of them. Boyd slid his hands down to cup her ass, urging her forward. Her fingers curled into her palms, the knuckles grazing his skin, rasping against his flesh. He welcomed the mild discomfort, needing the edge to hold off, wanting his release to follow hers.

Sygin's head dropped back and her internal muscles tightened around his cock. She gasped then groaned. Boyd thrust upward, bumping hard against her clit and she cried out, the orgasm washing over her, sending a shudder through her body. Boyd let go, sliding over the brink. His hands grasped Sygin's hips, fingers digging into the soft spot above her pelvic bone. He came, his head thrashing on the pillow. Sygin collapsed atop his chest, her forehead resting on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

She pressed a kiss to his collarbone. "Can we skip class today and just stay in bed?"

He chuckled. "Something tells me if we don't show up, we'll have the entire student population knocking on our door."

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Author Bio:

Currently a writer and editor by trade, Skye Ritchey, also writing as ML Skye and Skylin O'Thomas, can usually be found on IM or browsing the web while the TV plays in the background. She credits her parents for developing her fascination with 'what if' scenarios.

Growing up, she watched a mish mash of science fiction, westerns, and military dramas and read about other worlds and distant times along with contemporary romance… thanks to her mom's reading group—a wild, wacky bunch with diverse tastes that never failed to entertain.

She started writing short stories in grade school, switched to poetry in high school, and got sidetracked by a myriad of jobs and starting a family. But the writing called again and now she gravitates toward the genres she grew up loving, combining them with sensual and erotic romance set in different times and places. Meeting her husband on a blind date—after swearing she'd never go on one—Skye decided to never again say never.

'What if' couldn't exist if she did.

She resides in Ohio with her husband and children.

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skye@skyewrites.com

A Fae in Fort Worth by Amy Armstrong. Book Two in The Huntress Chronicles

Blurb

The attraction between vampire hunters Ashley and Mitch is evident from the moment they meet, but if they are to have a future together they’ll have to make it through a mission which might just cost them their lives.

Being born blonde, short and petite meant that vampire huntress Ashley Monroe was never taken seriously. She always had to train twice as hard as her fellow slayers to prove she is just as capable of getting the job done. About to begin a mission to find one of the lost grimoires, Ashley fears she might actually be out of her depth. The last thing she needs is a relationship to complicate her life further. Enter Mitch Rakowski.

Tattooed badass and one time vampire slayer Mitch Rakowski has never played by the rules. When old friend Raven calls in a debt, Mitch is forced to pick up his stake for one last time. The minute he and Ashley meet, sparks fly. Mitch makes it clear he wants the feisty slayer, but Ashley fights him at every turn. The attraction which simmers between them soon intensifies, but before they can form any kind of relationship, they have a run-in with the Fai in Fort Worth. The encounter forces them to visit the Fairy Realm―a mission which might just cost them their lives.

Excerpt

“Well?” Roland stared at me expectantly, his brown, overly bushy eyebrows raised high in query. “Do you think you’re up to this?”

I tried not to glare at him but failed miserably. Just because at five foot five I was a lot shorter than the other hunters, with bouncy blonde curls and a petite frame, I often got treated like I was weaker than them—fragile even. It had been the same way my entire life and I was tired of it. I was just as capable if not more so than the majority of the hunters I’d trained with, both women and men. I worked damn hard to make sure I was always in shape and that my skills were honed to perfection. I’d killed a lot of vampires and there was nothing I detested more than people like Roland—my new handler at the Hunters’ Council—underestimating me.

Just like my parents before me and their parents before them, I’d been born a slayer. It was in my blood. I hadn’t chosen my profession on a whim and I resented Roland’s question. Why wouldn’t I be up to the task? It was my job. I did it every single day without fail, and I excelled at it.

“Just give me the details,” I said through gritted teeth, amazed I’d refrained from calling him an asshole.

Roland chewed on his bottom lip as he studied me. He must have seen something in my expression that swayed him because he sighed heavily then nodded his head. “Fair enough. Though I do need to warn you, this job is…unusual.”

I drew my eyebrows together while I waited for Roland to elaborate, but when he wasn’t forthcoming, I asked, “Unusual how, exactly?”

As a slayer, it was my job to kill vampires and the odd werewolf who had gone rogue. We rarely got involved in issues with any other supernatural species, however, so Roland’s statement intrigued me.

“Well, there’s this angel,” he began, averting his gaze from mine. “And this demon…”

“Oh, hell no!” I started backing away from his desk as though there was something on it that could bite me. “No way.”

I might have been great at my job, but demons were an entirely different kettle of fish. I’d heard that they could kill you with just a look. In my experience angels weren’t much more accommodating. If this job involved either, then Roland might very well have been right—maybe I wasn’t up to this task.

It was only when Roland’s gaze met mine, his expression challenging, that I realised he’d tricked me. We’d only worked together for a short time, but he was well aware how much I hated people thinking I wasn’t capable, that I couldn’t do the job as well as the other hunters who were bigger and stronger than me. He’d used that fact to his advantage and I was impressed. My face broke out into a wide grin.

“You sneaky son of a bitch!”

Roland puffed out his chest like a damn peacock. “Thanks. I’ll take that as a compliment. So, about this demon issue…”

“Fine,” I muttered begrudgingly. “But if I die on this job, I’m coming back to haunt your ass. Count on it.”

Roland turned his back to stare out of the only window in his small office at Council headquarters, but not before I noticed a slow smile spreading across his lips. “You know, I always figured you for a glass-half-full kind of gal.”

I pointed to the back of his head and threw in a glare for good measure. “Roland? Don’t push your luck.”

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Standing outside the ranch-style house, I knocked on the door then took in my surroundings as I waited for an answer. Roland had put me in touch with Raven, an old colleague of mine, and when I’d spoken to her on the phone earlier, she’d told me to meet her here. I hadn’t seen her in years so I had no idea what she could be doing in a place like this. It was a nice home in a nice area.

Hunters moved around so often that we didn’t put down roots. We lived out of suitcases in low-rent motels until we hung up our stakes and decided to pop out a few kids who would be trained to be the next generation of hunters. Well, that was what most of my colleagues did. I liked my job too much to ever see myself settling down with a husband and a house full of rug rats.

From what I understood, Raven had been tasked with finding one of twenty-something grimoires which were scattered around the country. Demons had decided to escalate the war against angels which had until recently been contained. The grimoires held secrets on how to raise demons from the Underworld, but the ultimate goal was to raise Lucifer himself. To do this the demons needed to get their hands on the grimoires. This was not good news. My fellow hunters and I had enough problems dealing with all the damn vampires and now we had to deal with demons too.

The book that Raven had been tasked with finding had been in the sights of a demon. Raven had recovered the book, but she’d only barely made it out with her life, so her handler at the Council had called in the help of the other slayers. The race was now on to find the rest of the books before they fell into the hands of demons.

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