Saturday, March 30, 2013

Imprints by Natalie Acres

A brand new wolf-shifter series debuts today from Siren-Bookstrand and Natalie Acres

Dominant Wolves, Submissive Mates-Book One
Historical~BDSM~ Paranormal~ Ménage a Trois Romance~Werewolves
Spanking~ wax play~sex toys from a bygone era~bondage

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Two pack masters discover an unyielding love in one woman by altering customs and forming new traditions destined to change the Wyoming Territory forever. Imprinting upon and sharing a lover, the Alphas realize their packs must join together, but they will face great opposition when their chosen mate is confronted with a wrenching decision.
Pack masters Frank Smith and Jock Corrigan aren’t enemies, but they aren’t exactly friends. Still, their similar fates have been altered by an unusual union they cannot deny. Their relationship with Carla Cassidy forces several wolves to make their independent choices. One will stand with the newly formed pack, but another will fall victim to his own selfish needs and motives. A group of new shifters will emerge and change the course of history, but not before the expanding pack’s goals are tested and tried.


“What are you doing here?” Carla asked, propping her tiny clenched fists on her hips.
“Far be it for you to show a little appreciation,” Jock said, studying the spitfire of a woman before them. Wearing a light blue prairie dress, Carla apparently hadn’t stopped to check out the torn fabric and soiled material.
“You were attacked by a pack of wolves. I arrived in time to run them off.” Jock stood a tad taller with his announcement. Most women appreciated heroic efforts.
She paled then as he spoke. She looked down at the evidence of a ruined dress and her hands twitched.
“How did this happen?” Carla asked, suggesting her memory had failed her.
“You must’ve had a nasty bump on the head if you don’t remember,” Grant told her.
She held the heel of her hand to her forehead. “Everything is a bit foggy.”
“Well, don’t you fret none, Carla. We took care of ya.” Grant shot Jock a quick glance. “Yep, siree. Me and Jock here handled everything.”
Jock was beginning to think whenever there was a “yep, siree,” added to Grant’s speech it was nothing more than a bald-faced tale.
“Do you remember going to the barn?” Jock asked.
Carla took a minute before she answered. As if she suddenly recalled something of interest, her cheeks turned pink and she said, “I may have already been in the barn.”
Grant shot her a wink and a lopsided nod. “That was my best estimation, too.”
“Dear God,” Jock grumbled, beginning to believe Grant must’ve considered himself the most intelligent man in the West.
“Here’s how I figure things went down. Those wolves heard a lot of activity, maybe even some squealin’ and carryin’ on comin’ from the barn…” He paused and arched a brow. “How am I doin’ so far?”
Carla stared at him with this perplexed look which made Jock wonder all the more. Had Grant really watched Carla in action with these wicked props he’d mentioned?
“That’s all right, sweetness. Don’t worry ’bout a reply. I can make heads and tails out of this. Anyhow, you were in the barn doin’ whatever it is that you do out there—in the loft—and well, what I came up with after a-prowlin’ around is that you were makin’ a little too much noise.” He stood taller and his lips spread into a mischievous smile. Leaning against Jock, he added a whisper, “How’d I do? Did ya like that?”
Jock studied the pretty lady. “Carla? How close was Grant’s guess?”
“What sort of squealing?” Carla arched a brow and watched them through suspicious eyes.
Grant shrugged. “That voice of yours is as fine as cream gravy when you go to hollerin’ and such.”
“Grant,” Jock muttered, giving his buddy a one-word warning he would inevitably ignore.
Copping a strut, Grant approached the porch, working what little swagger he possessed. “Come on, Carla. You know what I mean. You can’t kick up a row and expect no one to hear ya. I ain’t been a man for all these years for nothin’. I can spot an experienced woman.” He cupped his ear, slung his arm off to the left, and quickly added, “And I can hear one from way over yonder.”
Before Jock had a chance to smooth things over, a disgusted gasp fell from Carla’s mouth. “Well I’ve never in my life.”
“Me neither,” Grant admitted. “But after what I’ve witnessed, I’d be the first man to say you are a soiled dove to the manner born. And I’d be the first to mention yer geared up to teach even an experienced fella a thing or two.”
Carla’s eyes filled with tears. Before Jock saw the slap coming, she opened her hand and her palm connected with Grant’s cheek.
“I don’t know who you think you are, Grant Ford, but if you’re trying to make a mash on me, I can promise you, I’m not impressed!”
Grant stared back at her with wide eyes. “Surely to God you ain’t offended.”
“I am indeed!”
And of course after that, Miss Carla Cassidy did what Jock suspected she might. She walked inside, slammed the door in their faces, and never so much as bothered to say good-bye.
“Happy now?” Jock asked, without blinking an eye.
“I like ’em a little hot under the collar. Trust me, friend. I know what I’m doin’. Let’s go for a run. When we get back, she’ll be fit to be tied—and I mean that in the literal sense.”
Jock couldn’t help but think about Grant’s earlier words. One of these days, Carla would open the door and greet her husband. Considering what had transpired, Jock had a feeling she’d slam that door just as quickly if she thought her potential suitor was named Grant Ford. 

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Friday, March 29, 2013

Something Shifty by Erin M. Leaf

Something Shifty by Erin M. Leaf now available!

Shifters, Paranormal, Erotic Romance, MM
Word Count: 40,680
Published By: Evernight Publishing

Professor Seth Dustin thinks he’s alone in the world, but when he meets another shifter, he’s forced to reevaluate his whole life. Dex Connor is gorgeous, talented, and male—everything Seth had no idea he wanted.
However, when Seth discovers Dex is keeping dangerous secrets from him, he must decide if he can forgive the man who has become his closest friend, the man who stole his heart. Seth never expected to find himself in the midst of a territorial fight with a rival clan. He doesn’t know how to deal with the jealous hostility of a woman who wants Dex for herself. Love is unexpectedly complicated, but is being alone better?
Rocker, shifter, mate: Dex is all of these, and more. Professor, shifter, loner: Seth wants more. When two shifters meet, instinct takes over.
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“Shape shifters have one true mate. A lot of us don’t find that person. Some of us do and lose him, like my sister lost hers. They were so young they never even bonded.” He lifted a shoulder. “I knew almost from the moment I met you.”
Seth swallowed thickly. “I think you’re insane.” He meant it nicely, but still, Dex couldn’t imagine he would take this seriously, could he?
Dex laughed and shoved his chair away from the table. “I promise I’m not.”
Seth leaned his elbows against the solid wood and tried to figure out what the hell there was to say to that. His erection hadn’t flagged, either, oh no. In fact, his cock was harder than ever and had been since Dex said the word “mate.”
“Dex—” he began, then stopped, shocked at how rough he sounded. He pushed away from the table, edgy and aroused and not sure what to do with himself. He glanced at Dex whose eyes had gone dark.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” Dex said, standing up in one graceful movement. The muscles in his arms flexed beautifully.
For a shifter who can’t shift, he certainly is in great shape, Seth thought vaguely, then Dex’s lips were on his and he stopped thinking at all. Dex hauled him up against his body and Seth shuddered. This kiss was even more incendiary than the last one, maybe because he wasn’t angry anymore, maybe because he wasn’t as shocked as the first time. He wasn’t sure he cared why. He ran his hands through Dex’s hair and hung on, crazily aroused by the feel of another man’s stubble against his mouth.
“Jesus, Dex,” he panted when Dex nibbled down his jaw. “What are we doing?”
Dex growled. All the hair on Seth’s body stood up and he pushed against Dex, trying to get closer. The table dug into his hip and he realized that Dex was pushing back at him, shoving him into the wood. Seth snapped. He groaned and grabbed Dex by the shoulders, swinging him around and walking him backwards until they hit the kitchen sink with a thump.
“Seth, fuck,” Dex said, kissing him again. Seth moaned and jammed his hands down Dex’s jeans.
“Off, take these off,” he said, hips jerking uncontrollably as Dex bucked against him.
“Seth, wait,” he said, but Seth wasn’t listening anymore. He didn’t want to know what new piece of annoying information Dex thought he absolutely must know. He wanted to rut against Dex’s hard, smooth, gorgeous body until he came, and he wanted to do it right the fuck now.
“Shut up.” Seth grunted, slipping a hand in between them to fumble at Dex’s jeans. “You talk too much and I’m done listening.”
“God, what are you—” Dex began, but Seth had the button open now. He eased the zipper down, breathing harshly against Dex’s throat.
“Be quiet,” Seth said, licking under his ear. Dex’s flavor burst over his tongue and he sucked in a breath as the taste of wild and hot and mine exploded in his body. “God, Dex, you taste incredible. Why do you taste so good?”
“Seth, if we do this, there’s no going back,” Dex muttered, his hands busy ripping Seth’s hoodie to shreds.
“I don’t see you stopping,” Seth taunted, biting him again. Dex shuddered against his mouth and he licked the spot where his teeth had just been. He loved the way Dex moved under his touch. Then Dex pushed him away and literally tore his hoodie off his body. “Holy shit.”
Dex smiled, fierce and possessive. “You were taking too long.”
Dex had a point. Seth blinked, suddenly right on the fucking edge of climax. He jammed his fist against his balls, trying to stave it off. “If you keep ripping my clothes off me, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
Dex dropped the pieces of Seth’s top and reached for his sweatpants. Seth danced away. “Fuck. Let me do it so you don’t break anything. Take your shirt off, for Christ’s sake.”
Dex snarled, but did as Seth asked, throwing it across the kitchen. His hair came out messy, but it made him look even hotter. Seth stared at Dex’s body, dazed at the sight of a huge tattoo covering most of his left hip and disappearing into his open pants. “Jesus, that must have hurt.”
Dex ran a finger up the design. “When I lost the ability to shift, I had the clan artist ink my lost animals onto me.”
Seth looked at the intertwined wolf and eagle and several other creatures cavorting across Dex’s skin. He wanted to taste them, run his fingers over them until he knew them as intimately as he knew his own. “It suits you,” he said gruffly. He eased his sweats over his erection carefully. When he straightened back up, he found Dex staring at him, eyes hot.

Erin M. Leaf

Bound in Evil by Marie Rose Dufour


For hundreds of years, evil is trapped beneath the ground. It never
sleeps. It only waits to return.

A man turns his back against his magical family a long ago and the
prophecy predicting a powerful witch with green eyes will release the
imprisoned evil into the world. Nathaniel Caswell is determined to
avoid the prophecy and the sexy new woman in town who could be his
salvation or his downfall.

Meg Costa didn’t realize when she left her urban guidance counselor
job for one on the sleepy coast of Massachusetts that she would catch
the attention of the sexy green eyed sheriff and be thrown in the
middle of a battle between good and evil.

Destiny throws these two together and along with the rest of the
magical community, they need to figure out a way to save themselves
and the world from being plunged into darkness forever.


Meg held her breath as he took her hand and led her on to the dance
floor, pulling her against his body, and started swaying to the music.
As she stood there swaying with him, she felt the hard erection in his
pants brushing against her stomach. She pressed her body closer
enjoying how his body tensed and trembled against her. He tightened
his arms around her so the heat of his body burned her through her
clothes. A groan rumbled in his chest under her ear and she snuggled
deeper into his tight embrace. The smell of his cologne mixed with his
own unique scent filled and intoxicated her senses.

“You’re making it very hard for me to keep my intentions honorable,”
he whispered huskily.

Meg leaned back bringing her lower body snugger against his and stared
at him hoping the desire he ignited in her body showed in her eyes as
it did his. “At least one of us is trying to remain honorable. You
must be much stronger than I am because right now my body is screaming
for less than honorable things to be done to it.”

She didn’t think it possible but his gaze flared hotter. The desire in
his eyes caused her to gasp at the intensity. She felt her body
immediately respond.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her from the dance floor. “Come with me.”

Meg stumbled along behind him as he brought her farther and farther
away from the light of the square and deeper and deeper into the
darkness of the hot, sultry night.

By the light of the full moon, he led her to a huge weeping willow
tree silhouetted against the darkness, its beautiful branches bowing
low to the ground creating a perfect natural curtain. Meg watched as
he pushed the branches aside creating a doorway to an inner private
sanctuary just for them.

“Do you trust me?”

Meg took a deep breath. Her whole being wanted to shout, “I trust you
with my body, heart, and soul.” Even in a haze of desire, she didn’t
think now was the time to confess never-ending devotion. There was
something about this man that completely made her forget about her
wary nature. She loved how she felt when around him and didn’t want to
scare him off.

She firmly entwined her fingers with his and squeezed his hand, unsure
if he could see the expression on her face in the darkness. “Yes, I
trust you.”

He pulled her into the darkness and dropped the curtain of branches,
blocking out all light from the moon. Meg stood there in the darkness,
her breathing shallow and heard pounding in her chest. He stood close
to her because she could feel the heat of his body and hear his own
shallow breathing in the darkness. Since she couldn’t see, Meg closed
her eyes and listened to her surrounding with all of her senses. She
didn’t know if the darkness or his closeness made her senses feel
sharper and clearer. Her body felt electrified.

His hand stroked down her exposed neck and arm causing her to gasp at
the trail of sensations and heat his stroke left behind. Meg felt the
small tendrils of her hair next to her ear sway from his breath. Her
whole body tensed in anticipation of what he would do next. The
whispered caress of his soft lips on the lobe of her ear caused her
body to tremble.

“Tell me,” he whispered against her ear. “Watching me this afternoon,
did it turn you on?”

Meg’s breasts swelled and constricted in the bodice of her dress. She
nodded her head in the darkness, not trusting her own voice. His
steely arm stole around her waist and roughly dragged her back against
his hard body.

“The words, Meg. I need to hear the words. Were you turned on today?”
The forcefulness of his words turned her on even more. She arched back
and rubbed herself against the hardness nestled against her back.

“Yes,” she moaned. “It turned me on. I thought about it all day.”

His lips played with her earlobe as his hands slid up and cupped her
heavy breasts. He tested their weight in his hands before pinching her
painfully erect nipples through the fabric of her dress. Meg let out a
small shriek as the sensations shot directly down to her pussy causing
it to spasm and released a flood of desire between her legs.

The pressure on her nipples increased and a moan slipped past her
lips. The darkness and the fact she couldn’t see him amplified all of
the feelings within her body. She could no longer think a rational
thought except how she wanted his hands on her skin, anywhere,

Meg couldn’t control her body anymore. Like a cat, she sensuously
rubbed the back of her body against his hard form. It thrilled her to
hear his breath catch in his throat. It felt good to know she wasn’t
the only one close to losing control.

“Do you want to know a secret?” His lips traced the line of her jaw.
Meg tilted her head to give him better access.

“I knew you were there watching me and it turned me on more. Did you
go home and play with yourself and think about me?”

“No, I took a cold shower,” Meg moaned as his hand brushed the V
between her legs through her dress and slowly started to inch the hem
up her body.

From the darkness behind her, she heard him chuckle. It’s sensual
nature filled with desire and dark promises. Unspoken promises which
made the walls of her pussy clench in anticipation. She continued to
rub against him trying to provide herself with any type of relief. All
she truly accomplished was to feed the flame of their desire.

“My poor, poor, baby. Did it work?” She felt her dress being tugged up
inch by tantalizing inch higher and higher.

“No, it did nothing. I think it made me want you more.”

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Prince Claimed by Amber Kell

Available now at Buy Now, Read Now with Total-E-Bound here

Book two in The Thresl Chronicles Series. (Previous book Soldier Mine)


When fate spins two lives into turmoil, rising above their issues may be the only way to find true love.
Prince Bleine always had female mates before. As a Thresl he’d never been given a choice. The animal within chose who it chose. However when his brother-in-law Kreslan mates Bleine to a man in order to save his life, Bleine quickly learns to adapt and that what he's always thought he wanted isn’t exactly what he needs.
Sarler left his home planet to escape their restrictive ways. Interested in pursuing his interest in men, he had been unsure how to start. When he is inadvertently bonded to Prince Bleine, he is struck by how little he understands about handsome princes or life at court.
Secrets and mysteries surround them. Can they discover everything about each other while keeping their enemies at bay? When Sarler is injured, he realises he has to take a chance if he ever hopes to find love with the prince of his dreams. Can he convince Bleine that he sincerely wants to give their relationship a try, or has he waited until it’s too late?

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Bleine bit his lip to hold back a shout as his orgasm tore through him. Cum splattered across the sheets and dripped down his fist in long, sticky strands as the stench of sex filled the room without the happy afterglow of a partner to cuddle with afterwards.
While gulping in air in fast desperate breaths, Bleine blinked to clear his vision. He grabbed for the box of tissues he now kept on his bedside table. His nightly releases had ruined more than one washcloth so he’d moved on to disposables. Tendrils of dream memories wafted through his mind. Bleine licked his lips, trying to recapture the lingering, imaginary taste of his mate. The sweet flavour of honey still coated his tongue as if he’d just kissed his mate Sarler after eating a sticky bun. His heart, empty and aching, beat sluggishly as the hollow feeling expanded to wrap him completely in despair. Without his bonded, it was almost as if he’d ceased to exist and wandered as a shadowy figure in his own life.
A peek at the wall clock revealed it was still several hours before morning. He wondered if Sarler was sleeping well. The process of bonding to mates went easier when going from Thresl to human form. Since Bleine had been human when he’d met his bonded, the process of joining souls had taken longer. It might take forever if he couldn’t coax Sarler to stay the night in his bed. Three days had passed since they’d bonded and already he could feel his mind beginning to unravel. If they didn’t have sex soon, without a human to anchor him, Bleine would descend into madness. No one knew how close he skated to losing his identity. He wouldn’t pressure Sarler into a deeper bond or reveal his troubles to his brother.
Vohne had enough issues trying to arrange a bonding ceremony with his fractious mate. Already they’d pushed back the wedding a month in order to get everything together and allow time for guests to arrive from around and outside the galaxy. A coveted invitation to the Thresl king’s wedding could make a political career, so invitees had to be chosen with care.
During his waking hours, Bleine spent his time focused on finding the betrayers—the group of people plotting against his brother, the king. Only when sleeping did images of Sarler haunt him. Beautiful Sarler. With his pale hair and sweet grey eyes, he reminded Bleine of the picture of a wood sprite he’d seen in a storybook as a child. His mother had used to read to him stories of forest dwellers who bonded with the wildlife and lived in peace. He’d been enchanted with the idea as a boy and had often searched for sprites when he had gone camping.
He’d never found one, of course. Sarler was the closest he’d ever come. Unfortunately, he was having as much luck capturing him as he had done catching a forest sprite as a child.
"Fuck!" he growled. Discontent radiated through him. He wanted to wake up beside Sarler, not all alone with no one for company but his own hand.
Damn Kreslan.
Bleine sighed. As much as he wanted to blame his brother’s mate, he couldn’t. If Kreslan hadn’t interfered… Hell, he’d be dead. Kres had saved Bleine’s life by finding him a bondmate as soon as Bleine had broken free from the cryo-pod. The scheming bitch who’d shattered his tube hadn’t counted on Kres’ quick action to find him a fast replacement.
Fortunately, unlike his brother, Bleine could re-bond. If Kres died, Vohne would quickly follow. A cryo-chamber couldn’t save the king if his one and only mate lost his life. The same as hundreds of years before, Kres and Vohne would reincarnate together.
One advantage to not being the true king was that Bleine’s mates didn’t reincarnate. Sadly, it also led to him choosing the wrong people to bond with. Unlike Vohne, Bleine’s choices weren’t fated to be his perfect match. His first bonded had died in the Great Purge, killed by a fanatic while Bleine had been out fighting. His second bonded had tried to kill Vohne…and now his third didn’t want him. So far, his record hadn’t been stellar.
Sarler, his current bonded, was actively avoiding Bleine.
He didn’t know what to do to get his bondmate’s attention. Even though his patience was failing, becoming a stalker wasn’t on his ‘to do’ list.
The fact that Sarler had never had sex with a male added to their complications. Although Bleine had always bonded with females, the Thresls as a species didn’t discriminate between male and female partners. They chose the person, not their sex. Bleine worried that Sarler didn’t have the same outlook. Humans sometimes weren’t as flexible with their sexuality. If Sarler fixated on Bleine being a male instead of a preferred female, they wouldn’t ever become closer.
He didn’t know if it was because he had bonded with an empath, but Bleine woke up every morning coated with his own spunk and aching for the touch of someone he barely knew. He had hoped that Sarler’s empathic powers might make it harder for him to resist the bond, to resist Bleine. So far that hadn’t proved to be the case. 

Amber Kell
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Monday, March 25, 2013


A sunken warship from the Byzantine Era carrying an unusual cargo of gold has been found off the coast of Northern Cyprus. News of the valuable cache has attracted the attention of a terrorist cell. They plan to attack the recovery team’s campsite and steal the artifacts. On the Black Market, the sale of the relics will buy them additional weapons.
 Charlotte Dashiell, an American archaeologist, and her lover, Atakan Vadim, a Turkish government agent, are scheduled to be part of the recovery team that brings up the artifacts. While en route to Cyprus, they find themselves caught in the crosshairs of Maksym Tischenko, a Ukrainian contract killer bent on revenge. Charlotte, Atakan and Tischenko share a grim history. As a result, Tischenko is a man who will stop at nothing to achieve his goal—seeing them both dead.

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Charlotte answered on the fourth ring. Caller I.D. showed “restricted.”
“They are called, Angelique tulips. You admired them in the hospital garden in Paris.”
Charlotte froze, holding her breath as she listened to the nightmare voice, remembering how his Eastern European accent rounded certain sounds and how he stressed the last syllables in his words. Called became cawl-d.
“Everything in time,” he said and hung up.
Charlotte dropped the phone on the table. She turned to Atakan.
The shock must’ve shown on her face. “What is wrong?”
“That was Tischenko,” she said, finding her voice. “The flowers are from him. He was watching me in Paris when I was at the hospital. He—”
Atakan didn’t wait for her to finish. He rushed into the living room, grabbed his gun from the bookshelf, and ran out of the apartment.
Charlotte followed as he flew down the four flights of stairs to the street.
“Stop.” Catching up to him on the sidewalk, she hooked his elbow with her hand. Fearful an armed Tischenko hid nearby, she positioned herself in front of Atakan, thinking to shield him. “We can’t stand here. He could be anywhere taking aim at you right now.”
“Go back inside.”
“Not without you.” She tugged on his shirt, pulling him toward their building. “Atakan please, let’s leave. Call the Director.”
Atakan shoved her behind him. Silent, his eyes searched the dark doorways of neighboring apartment buildings and parked cars.
“Atakan please.”
“Get inside.”
She stepped in front of him again. “We stay here together or we leave together.”
An eternity of seconds passed. Neither moved or blinked.
They both jumped and turned at the bellow from the horn of a passing truck. Thankfully, the driver was waving to another coming the opposite direction. He never saw the man in the sling pointing a gun at him.
“Please,” she repeated.
Atakan nodded. He stopped at the building’s entry door and took a last look, surveying the street. “He moves us around like pawns in a private game.”

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