Satin and Steel by Mahalia Levey

Blurb

Amaranta Costa uses her Kanima as an avoidance tactic, until the one person she cherishes most is taken from her. When Gavin Ford enters the fray uninvited, she’s forced to accept the help of his pack to find her mate.

 

Trusting others isn’t her forte. Though her inner jaguar accepts him hands down, the woman in her fights his dominating, take-control nature. Unlike Marisol’s soft personality, Gavin’s wolf challenges her at every turn. She can find no escape. His abrasiveness both sets her on edge and pleases her. She finds being in Marisol’s arms isn’t enough; the all-consuming need to be his burns to her core. There’s no denying the chemical attraction arcing among the three of them.

 

Will she reach out, and accept the love and support waiting for her?

 

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Excerpt

 

 

The raucous wails intensified and the crunch of tires entering her private drive grew louder. Amara pressed on, breaking through the foliage into her large back yard to see uniformed officers walking the perimeter of her house.

“Excuse me?” Amara padded across her back yard, aware of her nudity and one enforcement officer leering at her. The other looked uncomfortable. Humans. Why do they find nudity unacceptable, since everyone born into the world came without clothes? How she hated the restricting fibers and longed to live in nothing but her skin. Maybe a blanket for times when the cold bit into her, chilling her to the bone.

“Ma’am, your alarm system activated. We called and no one answered. Are you harmed?”

“No, not at all.” She crossed her arms under her breasts. Their eyes roved over her and the one speaking seemed to lose his voice. They appeared confused as to why she paraded around like she did.

“Sir, the house is clear.”

“I’m sure it was just a false alarm.” Amara whipped her head to the left, addressing the female officer entering through her veranda doors.

“Are you certain? We found your front door wide open when we pulled up the drive. The perpetrator may still be in the area. Ma’am, would you mind putting on some clothes?”

Of course there wasn’t an intruder in the house; she’d feel the presence. She weighed the probability of Mari forgetting to lock up behind herself. No other lingering scents clung in the air. No dark aura. Seething in anger at her girlfriend’s lack of awareness, she stalked to her door, leaving the officers to follow her indoors. “I do mind dressing on my own property. I like being naked—”

“Still, ma’am…talking to you’d be a lot easier if you wore clothing.”

“For fuck’s sake.” Amara glared at the unwanted guests.

“She’ll put on some clothes if I have to drag her to her room myself and dress her.” Gavin’s authoritative voice entered into the standoff.

“I will not. This is my place. If they don’t like my appearance they can leave.” Amara whipped around and stared down Gavin’s steel wall of unwanted authority. “What are you doing here?” She’d never seen the man anywhere but at The Delightful Kitty. In his cargo pants and T-shirt, he looked damn good standing in her house.

“Heard the call on my scanner. Wanted to check on you and Mari. Go put on some clothes, babe. I’ll keep the five-oh company.”

Amara opened her mouth to speak and switched outlets.

How do you know where I live?

Drake told me. Now go put on some clothes. Though I don’t mind staring at you, not one bit.

 

 

 

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CATALYST by Dani Worth

The Kithran Regenesis, Book 3

Coming 12.11.2012

Vala Gorun’s family was off Kithra when the explosions happened and although she’s back on her home planet helping with the rebuild, something she saw all those years ago still haunts her. So she hires a Tracker to find the human man she’d once loved—one she thinks betrayed her in the worst possible way.

In order to stop the search into his past, Jackson Canfield sends space pirates to kidnap the Tracker. He can’t afford to be found. Not now, when his revenge is almost complete. Unfortunately, instead of the Tracker, the pirates grab Vala and a young Gwinarian man instead.

Trapped on a pirate vessel with Bastian Sithbrun, a ridiculously attractive but younger man, Vala fights her attraction. But something about the twenty-year-old gets to her… But when the pirates leave them the unwilling guests of the very man she’d driven crazy with her teen crush all those years ago, Vala learns Jacks has been in hiding, working to right a horrible wrong.

Now the three of them must work together to reveal the truth behind Kithra’s destruction—if they can control the explosive passion that erupts between them long enough to complete their task.

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“You have to stop following me.”
Suns. I nearly crawled out of my skin when I slipped around the dark corner and ran into Jackson Canfield. He waited, silent and still, a broad shape obstructing the bit of light coming from behind him. Wide shoulders blocked the narrow entrance to a side tunnel. I thought about trying to squeeze into a crack in the mine wall or fade into the gloom—but both moves were pointless because my air suit was as scarlet as my hair. Should have grabbed the gray one. This section of the mines had only been open a short time, so it still crawled with shadows. Gray would have blended.
“Vala.” He sighed, and straightened from where he’d been leaning on the cave wall.
I let my hair slide forward in my helmet, trying to obscure my expression. As usual my tongue tied up in knots when he actually spoke to me. I could recite the valuable minerals and metals of every discovered world in front of my entire school, but Jacks stole my words.
He came up to frame the sides of my helmet with his gloved hands. “Vala, as appealing as you are—and trust me, you have appeal in spades—you’re too young for me. You really do have to stop sneaking down here.”
Pulling my helmet out of his hands, I spun around to leave before he could see what his words did to me. The man made me feel like I was turned inside out. I wanted him to feel the same about me so much. I’d been driving my sister and brothers crazy with my moping lately.
“Hey,” he said softly. “You do know I’m seeing someone, right?”
Turning back, I didn’t raise my gaze at first, didn’t want to think about that, about what I’d seen when I’d followed him home the night before. Jacks, pressed against his blond partner, his tongue thrust so far down the man’s throat, I was surprised either of them could breathe. I’d been hit with a razor-sharp jealousy that shredded my heart while at the same time a flood of heat had weakened my legs. But desire was nothing new around Jacks and hadn’t been since the second he’d stepped off a ship onto Kithra. One look and it was like I’d inhaled him into my lungs, brain and heart. He made the blood rush in my veins. Harsh, masculine features that most Gwinarians would find too severe drew me like he’d tied a permanent rope around my body, tugging me along. I followed him—all the time. I couldn’t seem to stop myself. I had for two long years.
Even my mothers and father had asked me to stop.
Humiliation from their last conversation with me caused scorching heat to creep up my neck. I was one of the lucky few who had been chosen for a free ride to colleges on three different planets. They were scared I’d throw that away on someone who didn’t want me. But I didn’t know how to tell them my gut told me he did.
Realizing I’d been staring at his mouth, I slowly lifted my gaze to his, and the brief flash of raw need I caught made my breath freeze. My eyes opened wide.
“Dammit, Vala.” Jacks grabbed my arm and tugged me through the mines. We passed Gwinarians and the humans brought in by The Company to mine kithronite. He didn’t stop until we were upside and he’d pulled me into a rarely used tunnel—one that had air. Shaking his head, he unhooked the breathing tubes to my helmet and pulled it off before doing the same with his own.
I looked up and was snagged, just as I’d expected. Ice-blue eyes stared into mine. His hair, slightly damp with sweat, stuck to his tanned, human skin. I loved the dark brown color of his hair because it reminded me of my favorite Gowlen nuts. Matching stubble framed masculine lips, and I bit my own to keep from touching the whiskers, to see if they were soft or prickly.
He sighed and placed his hands on my shoulders. “You are such a smart, stunning girl, Vala—”
“I turned eighteen yesterday,” I blurted. “Isn’t that the age of consent on your Earths?”
The corner of his mouth tilted up. “Yeah, it is. So that’s why you followed me home last night.”
“You saw me?”
“You think I usually make out with Crichton in a public tunnel?” The muscles in his jaw clenched. “I was trying to show you I have a life, a relationship already.”
“But there can be more than two—”
He tugged off his gloves and place one finger over my lips. “I’m not interested in more. Not right now.”
“But maybe someday?”
The tension left his jaw and he chuckled. “Should have realized you’d latch onto that. Listen to me, Vala. I’m thirty years old and I only plan to be on Kithra another four months. You should be out with friends your own age, having fun. And didn’t I hear you won a big scholarship?”
“But,” I interrupted before taking a deep breath and narrowing my eyes. “You watch me, too.”
He closed his eyes and was silent so long, my heart started beating harder. When he opened them, the resignation there made my lungs freeze. “I know.”
I licked my lips and his gaze dropped.
“You don’t understand your own appeal, Vala. Not yet.”
“But I want to,” I whispered. “I want you to teach me.”
He groaned and took a step away from me, then another.
Jacks wanted me. I saw it in the way his breath picked up, in the way his nostrils flared as he stared hard at me. If anything was going to happen, I would have to make it. I advanced on him, knowing that what I was about to do could change everything. I wanted to change everything. I needed to.
Slowly, hands shaking, I raised them to the latches on my air suit.
Jacks reached out, placed his hands over mine. “No.” The word came guttural and low, and the end of it was a breath over my lips right before he slanted his mouth over mine. Fire erupted in my belly as his tongue slid inside to stroke my own. It was like I could feel him, breathing inside me. Heat swelled in my chest and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He groaned and deepened the kiss, spearing his hands into my hair and cradling my head. That connection I’d felt the moment he’d stepped onto Kithra two years before flared to life. His hands slid down my back and he pulled me compulsively to his bigger body, tucking me against him so tightly, I could feel the slam of his heart against my ribs—through the suits.
He tore his mouth away and rested his forehead on mine. “Damn it.”
The low, murmured words made me smile. I couldn’t help it. He couldn’t resist me. I was right. We had something between us, something my mothers told me rarely happens. “I want you so much I don’t know what to do.”
He pulled back, took his hands from me. “You don’t know what to do because you’re too young. Shit. I had a feeling it would be like that…” He stared at me, a wry smile tilting the corner of lips I knew now, lips I wanted to know even more. I licked my own to taste him again, my gaze clashing with his when he groaned again. “Vala—”
“Please.” I backed away from him, knowing if I didn’t leave him he’d come up with more excuses. Something told me he’d reconsider if I just left him alone. For a day. Maybe two if I could stand it. “I know you feel this—our connection. Think about it. That’s all I ask.” I turned and ran before he could say anything else.
It wasn’t the last time I saw him, but I spent the next nine years wishing it had been.

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Raine is giving a Second Chance at Love

Raine Delight is very excited to show off and reveal her brand new cover as well as her first foray by herself into self-publishing.

Second Chance at Love by Raine Delight

Contemporary, Western/Cowboys M/M, Holiday

Release date: December 17th, 2012

Will be available on Smashwords, Amazon & All Romance 

Cowboy Chance Darren ran from Canal City, Oklahoma with dust flying and a heart broken. Now ten years later, he comes home for Christmas and this time he isn’t letting Maxwell Creed deny him his heart desires any longer.

Max always knew Chance was special but with a scared heart, he turned away from the one man who made him happy from family pressure. With a Christmas miracle, Chance and Max will find themselves with more than broken hearts….this time they will find second chances do come true.

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'Moonlight Masquerade'

Contemporary M/M

Will be available in E-book and Print

Mysterious roses keep popping up on Skye Everclear’s doorstep. No idea what is going, a little disturbed by this secret admirer, he tries to forget it all since he just got rid of the latest line of loser boyfriends and just wants to do his job at the local bakery. But when he meets his new neighbor, Marc Douglas, he finds himself drawn to the quiet young man even as he tries to not let his libido take over. But on Valentine’s Day, a mysterious rose again pops up with a note to meet his admirer that night. Will Skye take a chance that this time, love is right there waiting for him?

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Snow Balls by Tara Lain

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Big, handsome and hunky, JJ LaRousse looks like an alpha male but acts like an interior decorator. And he’s trying to be happy about it -- until a robbery at the famous Laguna Winter Fantasy brings JJ face-to-face with tough cop, Ryan Star. JJ hears Ryan likes guys who are manly men, so he drops his voice an octave, colors over his pink hair, and tries to pass as a football fan. Ryan Star may be tough but he hides in the closet at work since he learned in New York that being a gay cop can cost you your life. His attraction to that big, handsome kid threatens his anonymity, but he can’t seem to resist. JJ is just his type. But then JJ goes skiing and comes face to face with his greatest nemesis-- and all the secrets come out of the closet. Can Ryan love JJ for who he really is? More important, can JJ?

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Back in the room, JJ went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth and changed into pajama bottoms. The prospect of a whole night in that four-poster bed with Ryan Star had him very hot under the collar—if he’d been wearing one.

When he walked back out, Ryan was lying on the bed stark naked and holding a very erect cock. His long, powerful legs stretched out in front of him and the arrow of dark hair on his abdomen pointed directly at Mr. Happy. “Uh, remember your prediction about how the tour and dinner would make us horny?”

JJ turned sideways to give Ryan a view of the huge tent in the front of his pjs. “Yes, I seem to remember that quite well.”

“Shall we see how well the Ahwahnee beds accommodate two big men?”

JJ sidled over to the bed and, in one move, shoved the elastic waist of his pajamas down below his stiffy. He stared at Ryan’s cock. “Did you hear about the passionate soprano who chased the choir master around until she caught him by the upright organ?”

Ryan laughed but never stopped stroking his dick. “Maybe we can make that a passionate baritone.”

“You know how you’re going to teach me to ski tomorrow?” Shouldn’t have said that. Too nervous.

“Yeah.”

“Maybe tonight I could learn a little pole dancing.” JJ pulled off the pjs and sauntered toward Ryan. “You got the goods?”

Ryan grabbed a box of condoms and a tube of lube from the nightstand and put them on the snow-white sheets. JJ knelt on the edge of the mattress holding on to one of the upright posts like a dancer and swung back and forth so his cock bobbed and weaved what he hoped was irresistibly.

Ryan squeezed his cock at the base. “Baby, you better sit on this pole fast because I could come just looking at your ass.” He reached over and grabbed a condom from the box, then opened the package with his teeth and slid on the sheath.

JJ crawled toward Ryan then turned and presented his butt. “Lube me up.”

“Oh yeah, like the finest model in the showroom, baby.”

JJ heard a cap pop and then felt cold and squinchy wet in his hole. Ryan started with one finger but JJ wailed and that got him two, then three. “Oh my God!” The last finger made it right to the prostate. He pounded back on the digits for a second but why settle for second best?

He pulled away from Ryan, grabbed the lube from the bed, and made a fast pass at slicking Ryan’s condom-covered cock. Tossing the box aside, he squatted over Ryan’s hips.

“Whoa. That’s a sight. All those muscles holding that ass ready for me. Oh man, you are something to see.”

“Then watch closely, detective.”

JJ grabbed Ryan’s cock and positioned it right at his hole. “Are you watching?”

“Riveted.” And those blue eyes sure were locked on the point of contact.

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Get Ready for Capital Games by G.A. Hauser

 

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To Have A Human by Amber Kell

 Sometimes it’s the family you choose that loves you the most.
   
    Carey Gale always knew about shifters. It was difficult not to know when your best friends could turn into some of the deadliest beasts. When he gets a daytime job to support his band working at a shifter owned business, he doesn’t expect to fall hopelessly in lust with Broden Lyall, the company’s alpha. Sadly, Broden thinks little of humans. He considers them helpless and weak. But when hunters come after Carey’s friends, Broden learns that not all humans are alike, and he will do anything to have one slim, blond human.

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“I hear they have a great selection of imported beer,” a deep voice spoke up behind him.

Carey turned to see six-foot plus of lush shifter goodness. The man’s dark eyes scanned Carey as if he were a favorite treat and the stranger wanted a bite. Midnight hair cut short, but long enough for a good grip, sent several hot scenarios rushing through Carey’s brain.

Work was over, it was time to play.

Carey let his gaze slide all over the delicious man. Cat shifter, would be Carey’s guess. “Can I buy you a drink?”

Carey nodded toward the bartender.

“I’d rather just take you home and fuck your brains out.” The man didn’t even blink while he uttered his outrageous pronouncement.

“Hmm, a direct kind of guy, I like that. But I never go home with anyone if I haven’t tasted the goods first, not to mention I don’t even know your name,” Carey said pointedly.

Laughter looked good on the guy. Big, tall and intense, he probably didn’t laugh half as much as he should.

“Forgive me. I got sidetracked by your half-naked body. I’m Broden Lyall.”

“Carey Gale. And I object to the half-naked thing. My shirt is still on.” Unbuttoned all the way to expose Carey’s body, but still on. Eaton was the exhibitionist of the band.

“Barely.” Broden slid one long finger down Carey’s six-pack abs. “I hope you don’t think I was objecting.” His trail ended at the top of Carey’s jeans. He hooked a finger through the front belt loop and yanked Carey closer until their groins touched.

An embarrassing whimper left Carey’s throat. The man smelled like something wild and delicious. Carey could feel the man’s heat through his thin shirt.

“I’m a bit sweaty,” Carey protested weakly as he locked his knees to stop from tumbling to an inelegant heap at Broden’s feet.

“I like sweaty,” Broden growled. “It makes me want to lick you all over.”

Carey’s cock hardened. He had never been so turned on by someone so quickly before. He didn’t generally pick men up at bars, but Broden was going to be the exception.

Broden’s nose twitched before he pinned Carey with a predatory expression. “I see you like that idea, too.”

Carey tilted his head submissively as he felt Broden’s erection harden against him.

“You know what I am,” Broden whispered.

“I’m guessing cat of some kind,” Carey replied.

“And you’re not scared.” Broden searched Carey’s face as if trying to catch him in a lie.

“Nope. Kiss me,” Carey demanded.

Broden captured Carey’s lips without hesitation—tasting, licking, conquering Carey’s mouth. Heat flashed through him like a flamethrower had scorched his insides. It took all his resolve not to climb the man like a tree and hump against him in front of the entire bar. When they broke apart, panting replaced words for a minute.

“How’s that for a sample?” Broden asked. His wet lips distracted Carey who yearned for another kiss.

“Um…it’ll do,” Carey managed to say once he realized Broden was waiting for an answer. He licked his lips to belie his words. Damn the man tasted good!

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