Fourth World: Erotic Tales of Monsters, Myths And Magic By Lisabet Sarai #BDSM #Erotica #Anthology

Blurb

Enter the fourth world - a world of lust and shadows, where anything can happen.
Obsessive passion and dark ecstasy mark these seven stories of paranormal desire from eroticist Lisabet Sarai.

An undead couple hunts for beauty and youth in the history-drenched streets of Prague. A sex addict meets his fate in the embrace of a seductive monster. An innocent writer offers her body and heart to a century-old ghost. A spiritual seeker succumbs to temptation in the arms of a fearsome and greedy goddess. A kinky, blood-drenched threesome unfolds in a luxurious Bangkok penthouse. These tales conjure the magic of sex, and its dangers. Expect to be unbearably aroused and occasionally terrified.

Do not expect happily ever afters.

Warnings: This collection includes violence, blood, death, extreme BDSM, and some M/M interaction.

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Story Excerpt

I don't like to think of them as prey. That feels too cold-blooded. Juliana says that I'm sentimental, but after all, we rarely take their lives. They surrender to us their youth, their vitality, their beauty, a few memories. In return, we gift them with a taste of ecstasy, even if they will recall it only dimly. That, and a lingering darkness. For the rest of their short days, they bear the mark of our touch on their souls.

No, I prefer to consider them as pets, or perhaps as toys. We do, indeed, discard them when we become bored. How many have we lured, over the centuries? I cannot count. Indeed, it disturbs me to think about this, for I cannot summon the face of a single one.

We will hunt tonight. I stand at the arching windows of our flat, watching dusk paint the Vltava in a thousand shades of gray. Across the river, the spires of the castle rise in graceful silhouette against mauve banks of cloud. In the background, Juliana plays Lizst. Her fiery restlessness is apparent in the music. She doesn't want to wait any longer.

Long ago, we learned to sate our physical hunger with the blood of dumb beasts. Yet this was not enough. Gradually we came to realize that we could not survive without tasting the fascination and the fear of human victims. We need their rosy, yielding flesh, their scents of musk and salt, their quickened breathing. We crave the worship we see in their eyes, the willingness—no, the eagerness—to surrender their entire selves to our unearthly beauty and power.      

We are addicted to the drug of humanity. I find this both ironic and somehow satisfying, this understanding that regardless of our invulnerability and near-omnipotence, our destinies are inextricably entwined with those of mortals. I sometimes wonder if God is likewise dependent on man (or vampire). Do we provide the same validation for His existence? Do we assuage the same kind of lust?

Juliana tells me that I am too philosophical.


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Adult Excerpt

“Master Carl?” My eyes trained respectfully on his scuffed boots, I stand back to let him enter. The door swings shut behind him.

He fists my hair and forces me to my knees. My cock surges inside my pants.

“Don't speak unless I ask you a question, boy. Understand?”

“Yes—yes, Sir.” I feel vaguely guilty bestowing that honorific on anyone but my true master. Keeping my gaze straight ahead, where an impressive lump distorts his worn dungarees, I catch a whiff of gasoline and old, sour sweat. His hand goes to his fly. I hold my breath, my heart slamming against my ribs.

“So you want me to cut you? That's what you said, right?”

“That's right, Sir.”

He peels the zipper down and hauls out his massive, uncut cock. “Suck me first. If you do a good job, maybe I'll get out my knife.”

I have no opportunity to reply. He mashes the head of his dick against my lips, pushes them apart, and drives his rod down my throat. When I sputter and choke around the rigid plug of flesh, he draws back a bit, letting me gulp air into my lungs. Then he rams back in, but this time, I'm ready. I suck at him like a kid with an ice cream soda, swirling my tongue over his bulb and tickling the ridge beneath.

He groans a bit. His blunt fingers clutch my shoulders to hold me still while he thrusts. He's found his rhythm now, a hard, fast plunge followed by a slower withdrawal. My lips cling to the sleek, steely bulk of him each time he retreats.

Despite the funky smell of his jeans, he tastes clean, a bit flowery, as if he used perfumed soap. I'm reminded of them—my real master and mistress—and all at once I'm on the edge of coming. I tense, knowing that's not permitted and my abuser senses the change. He's a serious Dom, despite his tough demeanor, attuned to his submissive's reactions. His hesitation gives me the chance for a deep breath and the urge subsides a bit, though my cock still throbs every time he fills my mouth.

I let myself pretend that the cock I'm sucking belongs to my master. He's longer and more slender than Carl, but I don't doubt he'd be equally rough. Cruelty is a habit for him. Closing my eyes, I picture him looming over me, his raven curls tumbling over his brow, his lips stretched in a taut grimace of pleasure. I've never tasted him, never touched him, but I know his skin would be cool and silky. His cock would be hard as a marble tomb.

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About Lisabet

When I was a little girl, my dad would make up stories for my siblings and me, fabulous sagas about ghosts and monsters, magical races with mysterious powers, heroes on impossible quests, hidden treasures awaiting only the most courageous seeker. I blame him for my lifelong fascination with the magical and miraculous.

Now that I've grown up, I create my own tales of wonder, weaving in generous portions of human desire with its potent enchantments. Lust and power—terror and ecstasy—my paranormal stories will make you believe in magick.

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A Disgraced Fae Bonds With A Human In Order To Keep His Humanity In 'Duke Betrayed' by Amber Kell

Blurb

When Duke Hellbur is accused of treason against his people, he bonds with medic Balaze to keep his human form and prove his innocence.

When Duke Hellbur is accused of smuggling Thresls and selling them off to interested buyers, he undertakes a trip to prove his innocence. In order to retain his humanity, Hellbur bonds with a medic named Balaze…who didn’t exactly give his assent to the binding of their souls.

Balaze admired the duke whenever he visited the castle, but finding someone attractive and wanting to be theirs for eternity aren’t the same thing. After surviving the death of his first Thresl mate, Balaze isn’t exactly eager to go through that pain again. However, the duke doesn’t take no for answer.

Those who are guilty will have to be uncovered if the two men ever plan on finding peace with each other. When Hellbur and Balaze go off on an interplanetary adventure, can they find common ground or will their enemies tear them apart?


Excerpt:

Dr Walter Balaze watched Duke Hellbur sleep. The duke’s stillness worried him more than anything. Thresls were difficult to kill, but not impossible. Hellbur had lost a lot of blood through the gash in his head, but no other symptoms of trauma were evident despite repeated scans. Head wounds tended to bleed more than other wounds, but the lack of movement and the duke’s faint pulse had Balaze more than a little worried.

The duke should’ve healed by now. The fact that it was taking Hellbur’s body so long to close a simple wound indicated a deeper issue not detected by the scanner. If Hellbur died on Balaze’s watch, he’d never forgive himself. It would break Balaze’s heart if he couldn’t save him.

“Find out if the duke has any known illnesses,” Balaze ordered the nurse hovering beside him. Information on the duke should be in the medical database. Balaze had studied most of the files on the royals but didn’t remember anything standing out about Hellbur. No warnings had popped up when they’d punched in his patient information.

The nurse grabbed an electronic research pad and typed in the duke’s name. It took a few minutes before she spoke again.

She shook her head. “No. Nothing.”

He looked over her shoulder at the screen. “Hmm. If he doesn’t bounce back I’ll have to look into a transfusion.”

He didn’t like the duke’s colour—too pale to be healthy.

The nurse exchanged a look with Balaze, acknowledging the strangeness of the situation without saying a word.

King-Mate Kreslan entered the room and dismissed the nurse with a tilt of his head. Balaze admired the speed with which the nurse departed, wishing he could go with her. Kreslan made him nervous. The King-Mate sent out vibes more feral than any wild Thresl he’d ever met.

Kreslan waited until the nurse had left before closing the door behind her.

“What can I help you with, Your Majesty?”

He tried to stay still beneath Kreslan’s intense gaze, but the urge to fidget had his feet moving back and forth in an uneven rhythm as he waited for the King-Mate to speak.

“We suspect the duke might have been taking medication to suppress his Thresl half. Unregistered medication. We’re looking for a sample to bring you, but we haven’t been able to dig any up. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you to keep this information to yourself.”

“Why would he do that?” Horror twisted Balaze’s stomach. He couldn’t even imagine how toxic the chemicals had to be to sustain Hellbur’s human form for a prolonged time.

“Because he’s the backbone of the kingdom. Only his contacts and research kept the problems from escalating while Vohne was missing. If he hadn’t helped combat the Purgers, we might still be fighting them.” Kreslan’s swept a cold gaze across the duke. “He might not be my favourite person, but we still need him alive.”

Balaze held back his smirk. Everyone knew Kreslan resented the Duke’s attraction to the king. He wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised if the King-Mate had accidentally forgotten to get the duke help. No one stood between Kreslan and his mate.

“How long has he been suppressing?” Balaze checked the duke’s vitals again. Hellbur’s low heart rate concerned Balaze more than anything. Almost as if the duke’s body had decided to shut down without the stimulus of whatever medication he’d been on. Now that he knew Hellbur had been taking suppressors it changed things.

Kres shrugged. “Possibly decades.”

A chill ran down Balaze’s back. With the death of his mate, the duke should’ve either gone into shock or turned back to his cat form. If whatever drug he’d been taking kept him human and on his feet, it had to be pretty strong. The immense shock to the duke’s system probably had his Thresl nature fighting to take control back. Balaze didn’t reveal to the King-Mate that he doubted the duke would make it through the night. Sudden withdrawal from such a long addiction could easily be fatal.

“I’ll do everything I can to take care of him.” Balaze didn’t know what he could do other than keep watch and try to prevent the duke from dying owing to the stress on his system.

“Good. He’s a pain in the ass, but necessary.” With that blunt statement, Kres turned on his heel and walked out of the room.

Balaze pulled up a stool to sit beside the duke. Whoever had been the Hellbur’s old mate had had an eye for beauty. Balaze ran one finger along the duke’s cheek then quickly jerked his hand back when he realised what he was doing. “I hope you pull through this, Your Grace. Kreslan won’t take it well if you don’t recover.”

Hellbur took in a deep breath. Balaze inhaled with him before he realised what he was doing. He let out his breath and waited a moment, but the duke didn’t do anything more.

“I guess it’s too much to hope you’ll wake up all better, isn’t it? I’d best leave the planet if you don’t make it, huh?”

The duke didn’t open his eyes and answer Balaze’s questions. Balaze ruthlessly squelched his disappointment. Until today he’d only caught glimpses of the duke a dozen times or so, but that didn’t stop his heart from beating a little faster whenever he spotted the familiar blond head. In general, Thresls didn’t have a lot to do with medics unless their human mates were injured, so he’d never exchanged any words with the gorgeous duke.

He knew he shouldn’t be drooling over an injured unconscious royal, but the duke pulled at him—a tug of attraction Balaze hadn’t felt since the death of his own mate. Ten years ago he’d bonded with a Thresl and lost Mills after only three years together. Mills had died in a senseless skirmish during a routine guard duty. The attacker had shoved a sword through the soldier’s heart. Even a Thresl couldn’t survive that. 

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Find Out What It Feels Like To Be 'Ruled by the Moon' by Naomi Bellina

My cat helps me with research   

I had to take the late, great, Sammy the cat to the vet one day and decided that while I was there, I would pick my vets brains. He works with large farm animals occasionally and I figured he could answer my questions about a subject I needed to research for my book, how to give a cow a tranquilizer. Sure enough, he was full of information and even drew me a picture of how a cattle chute would work. Poor Sammy, meowing in his carrier, ready to go home, while his human stood there, chatting away with the guy who'd just stuck a needle in his side and a thermometer up his butt. 

That's one of the great things about being an author. Every experience can be used in our books, good ones and bad ones. When the crap hits the fan I always tell myself, Naomi, this will make a great plot twist. Write it down, now. Even if whatever mayhem is occurring doesn't work in my current WIP, it could very well make its way into a future book.

I love to eavesdrop on conversations and listen to my clients' stories. Since I only have a limited amount of bizarre events that happen to me (thank the Lord), I need to draw from other peoples' experiences. Maybe that's why social media like Facebook and Twitter are so popular. We want to know what's going and how other peeps are living. It's fun to have a window into other lives.

In case you're wondering, Sammy was just fine, despite having to wait a few minutes while I did my research. My heroine, Morgan the vet, did a great job tranquilizing a sick cow and later on, other darker creatures. How about you? If you write, blog, whatever, do you have any ways to delve into what's happeing in the world? Thanks for reading!

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Blurb

A psychic vet, a secretive werewolf, a menace stalking the shifters. Welcome to Nocturne.

Dylan is a werewolf with a problem. He shifts at the new moon as well as at the full moon. He was born a werewolf, not made like most shape-changers and due to these unique traits he's avoided joining a pack and has given up hope of having a normal life. Morgan is a veterinarian, ready to be on her own for a good long time after leaving a cheating, spineless husband. She has a plan for her life that doesn't include a bossy, furry man.

Both are drawn to Nocturne, a town filled with magic due to a strong convergence of ley lines in the area. Morgan and Dylan recognize a connection when they meet, but neither one is looking for romance. After a harrowing encounter with a panther shape-shifter, they must combine forces and work together to uncover a menace that threatens the town. If they can learn to trust each other and let their guard down, they have a chance to solve the mystery and open the door to love.


Excerpt 

He cupped her cheeks with both hands. Looking into her eyes, he again saw a flare of excitement, this time tinged with a glimmer of lust. She caught her breath slightly, and as he inhaled, the scent of her desire reached his still-enhanced senses. He lowered his head and kissed her. Deep, hard, and long. She wrapped her arms around his waist and returned the kiss, the flare turning into flame. Her tongue slid into his mouth, hesitant at first, then more boldly, exploring.

He hadn’t planned this, hadn’t wanted this to happen, but the fierce longing he felt for her overwhelmed him. Instead of pushing it down as he always did, he had to let it run, to see what would happen.

“Is, ah, anything happening to you?” she gasped, pulling away.

“Just this.” He ground his pelvis into hers, rubbing his hard cock on her belly. A low moan escaped her, and he growled in return. Though fully human now, traces of the wolf lingered. How would he react, this close after a shift, giving his sexual desire free rein? Part of him wanted to run as far from Morgan as he could, but he fought the urge. He had to try.

“What if Sheriff Packard comes back?” Morgan asked, her breath coming hard as he continued to rub his body on hers. “The county guys could be here any time.”

The hell with them. Dylan closed his eyes and inhaled deeply again, filling his mind with her scent. Her musky arousal mixed with the pungent aroma of sweat and the patchouli she wore. A quick scan of his own body showed a raging erection, but other than that, all systems appeared normal. He bent his head and licked her neck, waiting for his teeth to grow, for that overwhelming urge to bite and tear to overcome him. Nothing. Just normal hot desire, something he hadn’t felt in a long time not accompanied by animal lust.

“Condom. Your truck.” Fire roared through his body, making coherent speech nearly impossible.

“I've got one in my purse, right here,” she said and dug frantically through her bag. That adorable blush rose again, bringing deeper red to her already-flushed cheeks. The combination of innocence and passion mixed together stirred him. The voice that told him to stop, that opening his heart to this woman would only cause pain, receded further and further. He was certain that once their bodies joined, his soul would follow and he was willing to take that risk.

She squatted on the porch now, sifting through the contents of her dumped purse.

“Here,” she said at last and stood up, a foil packet in her hand. He took it from her and then pulled her sweater over her head, trying to move slowly. He wanted to savor her, to take his time. He reached around and unhooked her bra, sliding the straps down her arms, then undid her pants and pushed them down. Kneeling, her sex inches from his nose, the scent of her desire maddened him. He was lost. He stood and with a growl, turned her around and grabbed her hips.

Squeezing her ass, he bent his knees slightly and rubbed his erection on her bare cheeks. She stepped out of her pants, and with one foot he moved her legs further apart then reached a hand around and slid a finger inside her. She gasped at the contact. As gently as he could he rubbed her, spreading her juices onto her lips, stroking her engorged clit. She moaned and arched her back, pushing against his hand.

He ground against her harder, continuing to stroke her slick, silken lips. Though this was not how he’d envisioned making love to her the first time, he couldn't stop. He was desperate to take her, to feel her heat melding with his. He pulled away only long enough to slide the condom on his throbbing cock, then thrust inside her. They moaned in unison as Dylan pulled out, slowly then eased back in again. He continued to fondle her, increasing the pressure on her clit.

“Dylan, I’m going to…” With a cry her back arched further and she trembled, gasping.

Holding her hips with both hands he drove into her, again and again till that sweet feeling of release roared through his body. Waves of pleasure rolled over him and time seemed to stand still. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment. Never before had he experienced this passion, this joining of souls. Whether due to his wolf nature, Morgan’s potion, or the connection that ran between them like a current of crackling electricity, the sensation of being with this woman was pure heaven.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her. Panting and sated, he nuzzled her neck, kissing the tender spot just below her ear. He reached a hand up, sliding it under her bra and caressed her breast, brushing his fingers across her tight nipples. Damn, he didn't even get to taste them. This coupling had gone far too fast. He was still slightly hard and didn't want to leave the warmth of her but finally he pulled out, grabbing the condom with one hand. He dropped it on the porch and turned her around.

She smiled up at him, her eyes wide and clear, her lips begging to be kissed. His mouth covered hers, and he drank her in. She responded eagerly, pressing her body against his. A fresh wave of desire rolled over him. He wanted her again. He wanted to lie between her legs, to look into her bright green eyes and lose himself over and over. He wanted to hear her moan with delight when they touched, to watch her body writhe with pleasure as she came.

Suddenly, a ripple of pain coursed through him. He broke away from Morgan and doubled over.

“What? Are you okay?” She bent down, trying to see his face.

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Bio:

Naomi lives in sunny Florida with the love of her life and a magical calico cat. She writes for various fiction and non-fiction markets but is drawn to romance because her characters insist on canoodling and falling in love. So she lets them. Her interests include dancing, motorcycle riding, drumming and creating healthy meals. She takes the opportunity to play whenever possible. Her motto:  Never pass up the opportunity to have an adventure!   


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Naomi Bellina 
Provocative tales of love, lust, passion and magic 

An Elf, A Pirate And His Ship. 'Steele Your Soul' by Decadent Kane.

Blurb

Stolen souls, an evil drow elf, a dark eyed beauty named Pepper, and a king who doesn't take kindly to the loss of his goods...Captain Joren Steele has his hands full.

When Pepper set out for the day, the last thing she expected was to come face to face with a pirate. But when she locks eyes with the Captain, she's ready to let him pillage or plunder whatever he wants. At least until his drow shipmate decided to steal her for himself. 

Captain Joren Steele has a love for his ship, money, and females, usually in that order. When Pepper steps into his life, he's certain his love 'em and leave 'em status will remain intact. But when he discovers she's a victim of the drow, he has to make a choice: his ship or the elfess.

Excerpt

Pepper slammed into something solid. "Oaf." She fell on her rear and looked up.

Joren stood in front of her, tall, dark, and so hot. 

"What are you doing, Tide?" His voice came out low. 

Pepper peeked behind her. The drow had stopped. 

"She's mine, pirate. Hand her over. You work for us. You have to do what I say." 

Joren grinned. "Ye poxy bilge-sucker. I don't listen to ye. I help your king. He pays me to carry the cargo, not to hand over ladies to ye." His chest puffed out, and he set his legs apart, ready for a fight. 

The drow didn't comment. Instead, he stepped over Pepper and slammed himself into Joren as he stomped off down the deck. Joren didn't budge or turn around to watch the elf go. His features softened, and he bent down on one knee in front of Pepper. Her heart skipped for an entirely new reason. 

"Three saves in one day, me beauty. Ya owe me." He smiled and held out his rough hand to her. 

She took it. "Three? I recall two. The crates and just now. Besides, I had the drow under control, so really, you saved me from the falling crates." She smoothed out her clothes and flipped her hair back. She should thank him, but he was so smug, looking over at her as if she was on the menu of his sexual dining experience. 

Joren chuckled. A low sound, which lifted his shoulders. "Three, elfess." He pulled her grandmother's bag of spice from his front pocket and dropped it into her hands. He winked at her. "Iffin' ye had that drow under control, then what ye be doin' at me feet no more than a moment ago?" 

Pepper raised an eyebrow. "You stepped in my way." She tucked the brown pouch into her pocket. She wanted off this wretched boat. She turned around and stormed away. The last thing she needed was to encourage a pirate. What did they do again? Oh, kill and loot, or pillage and plunder? 

A hand spun her around by the elbow, and she found herself face-to-face with Joren and those blue eyes. He grabbed hold of her chin with his fingertips. "Wait a minute. I don't even get a thank you?" He frowned. 

"Thanks." Pepper set her jaw. 

"I be needin' something a little better than that. Tide will be back, and I will pay the brunt of saving your sweet little ass." 

"What do you want?" She tried to break free, but he held fast. 

"This." He bent over and claimed her lips with his own. 

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Parisian Amour; A New Sweet Paranormal Romance Novella By Beth Barany

A New Sweet/Clean Paranormal Romance by Beth Barany


"A Hallmark-type romance with a twist of magic!"

FROM THE AUTHOR: I love the famous City of Lights. Paris is one of my first loves! I hope you’ll enjoy this story set in this amazing city.


Blurb:

Sarah Redman, a bank project manager up to her neck with work, wants some adventure in her life. A career opportunity in Paris seems like a dream come true, but once she gets there nothing goes as planned. The job interview she thought she wanted falls through and her dreams about a crying dragon trouble her. To top it off, she gets lost in the tunnels of Paris with a man who attracts her more than she wants to admit. 

Trainer extraordinaire, Josh Kleine, needs to pull off a successful presentation at the Paris Transportation Conference to land more clients and save his company. But strange events in the tunnels under Paris drive him to distraction and into a strange, profound sadness. In search of answers under the city, he gets trapped below ground with a gorgeous woman who he desires like none before. But will the sadness tear him apart before he can convince himself and her that love does not only exist in fairy tales? 

Together they may hold the key to the strange disasters striking the City of Lights. Can Sarah unravel the secrets of the city and of her heart in time to save them all? 


***A short novel. This is a novella of approximately 20,000 words.*** 


EXCERPT

Halfway across the bridge, that was when she saw them. The locks, large and small, gym locks and safety locks, old-fashioned and new, decorated the entire iron siding of both sides of the walking bridge. In the lamplight, words were scribbled on the locks in what looked like indelible ink. She paused and knelt to examine one. Scrawled on the small space was a heart with the letters “S & J” inside the heart and the date of November 30, just the day before.

The “S” could have been her. She didn’t have a “J” in her life, but maybe if she’d made room for a relationship, she could have.

Yesterday had been her thirtieth birthday.

Tears welled in her throat unbidden and unwelcome. She was now thirty and had no one to love. Love wasn’t for her and relationships never lasted.

She stood and rubbed the pebble in her coat pocket. The small stone kept her grounded and reminded her of the Tehachapi Canyon where she liked to camp.

A flash of a dream came to her, one she’d had in the days leading up to her trip to Paris. In her dream, someone or something was weeping in a huge cavern, its cries echoing off the high ceiling and far walls—a creature crying with all its heart, as if it were tragically broken.

Sarah’s heart ached for the creature.

Then a gust of cold air brought a sheet of rain into her face, snapping her out of the dream.
She hurried across the bridge back to her hotel.

Dreams were just dreams.

Dragons just existed in fairy tales.

She had her own adventure to create.

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WHAT READERS ARE SAYING

“…a good mix of romance and fantasy…”

“…a sweet bite of magic in the City of Love…”

“…This story is incredibly poignant in places and smoldering in others. …I loved how the romantic and paranormal sides came together in this story and everything is neatly tied up at the end. There are no loose ends with this novella. A beautiful story and a perfect book for anytime of night or day.” — Archeolibrarian



OTHER STORIES IN THE MAGICAL TALES OF ROMANCE AND ADVENTURE SERIES

Touchstone of Love (A time travel romance novella)

A Christmas Fling (A bit of holiday magic, a novella)



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Beth Barany writes magical tales of romance and adventure to transport readers to new worlds where anything is possible.  She is an award-winning author.



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