ENRAPTURED by Scarlet Hyacinth

Coming October 8, 2009

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The son of the Alarian king and an unknown human woman, Gabriel is forced to live more than half of his life buried in a monastery, under the iron fist – and lascivious hands – of its superintendent, Lothar. However, things can always get worse. On his 19th birthday Gabriel finds out that he is to be mated to his worst enemy. In despair, he decides to take his own life, but a chance encounter changes the course of his life, uniting him with Lucien, a demon prince.
What follows is a tale of impossible love, a journey from despair to rapture, threatened and cursed by secrets of the past and by pain buried but not forgotten. Not only does Lucien have to fight death to save his young lover, but he has to rebel against his parents as well. In a world of prejudice and hatred, can one impossible love survive?

Excerpt

Leaning on the railing, Gabriel observed the beautiful Alarian landscape. It was too bad really. He’d have liked to see more of Alaria. He’d have liked to see Earth, too. Gabriel’s eyes filled with tears. Earth. His mother. It would have been nice to meet her.
Wiping furiously at his eyes, Gabriel forced himself not to cry. He would try to enjoy what time he still had left on Kaldor without thinking of what could have been. Maybe he could sneak into the garden and spend some time among the flowers. He was surrounded by plants and through the past week or so, he’d missed them horribly.
Suddenly, the Alarian hills started to be hazy in front of his eyes as a wave of dizziness hit him. Surprised, Gabriel tried to support himself with both hands on the balcony railing, but lost balance. Instinctively, Gabriel screamed. Oh Light above! Heeelp!
Much to his surprise, Gabriel’s body didn’t hit the hard ground of the palace courtyard, but collided with something warm and reasonably soft. Warm and soft? No way! He’d crashed into a person. His father would surely be furious, but more important, the man or woman Gabriel crashed into was probably hurt. Gabriel struggled to defeat his dizziness and move off whoever was on the ground beneath him. He needed to apologize and maybe help heal this unwilling savior.
Just as these thoughts passed through his mind, a familiar scent enveloped Gabriel. Clarion, ash and leather. Strong arms steadied him, wrapping around his waist like they belonged there. All unpleasant sensations disappeared, and his eyes flew open. There was a moment frozen in time when everything disappeared as ice-blue eyes met his own. Hypnotized, Gabriel could do nothing but stare. It wasn’t possible. His dream mate!
Long platinum blond hair, decorated with war braids, framing a perfect face. Elegant, yet stern features and a full mouth made for kissing. An icy blue gaze analyzed him with awe, concern and maybe a hint of lust. Gabriel drank all the details of the vision in front of him. Was he dreaming again? Was he dead?
Loud laughter interrupted his private moment of heaven. Gabriel’s head turned, snapping up to see the source of the intrusive noise. It proved to be bad idea, since the movement caused his head to painfully collide with the chin of the blond god still holding him in his arms. This caused another bout of laughter in the courtyard, and this time Gabriel could see from whom it came. His eyes widened at the view.
A group of large men stood proudly in front of the Alarian palace. They weren’t many, but even so, they seemed to occupy all the space in the huge palace yard. Their black steeds were the same color of the black wings on their backs and their dark leather armor. Instinctively, Gabriel’s head turned to the man holding him. Black wings on this one, too. He’d been too lost in the man’s eyes to observe them. The Xeetah had arrived.
Oh damn, what a greeting for his father’s guests! The blond was openly glaring now. Gabriel gulped and tried to move away, but he just held him tighter. Nervously, Gabriel tried squirming away, but to no avail. His dream mate’s hold was just too tight. “Stand still, little one! I don’t want you fainting on me again,” the handsome man whispered in Gabriel’s ear.
Gabriel’s bones melted at the seductive whisper. Obviously his dream mate wasn’t upset with him. And who was he to protest if his demon wanted to hold him? He sat back comfortably in his dream mate’s hold, tempted to wriggle a little to see if the hard erection he'd dreamed about was also true. He felt so calm and safe in his demon’s embrace that he almost jumped, startled by said mate’s sudden outburst, “What the hell, Cade? What’s so funny?”
“Are you kidding, Lucien? This has to be the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.” Cade came forward, analyzing Gabriel, obvious mirth glittering in his violet eyes. He was also indecently beautiful, actually resembling the blond holding him. They must be related. Even so, for some reason, it didn’t make Gabriel’s heart race. Instead, Cade just made him feel very uncomfortable and embarrassed. Particularly when he added, “Now, now, don’t glare! I must say I’m actually jealous. You’re, as usual, extremely lucky, with such a beautiful prize falling literally in your lap. That is so you, my brother.”
Prize? Gabriel felt his face flame at Cade’s words. Lucien was obviously not pleased at his brother’s words—well at least Gabriel was right about that—or at Gabriel’s embarrassment. “Fires of Kaldor, brother! Are you stupid or are you just faking it? The little one fell a pretty long way. He could have easily hurt himself, and you’re laughing.” Cade’s face fell and the all amusement disappeared from his eyes. Obviously he hadn’t thought about that.
Still, Gabriel didn’t want to cause strife among the Xeetah or make them feel bad. He didn’t want the two siblings to argue. Aside from Orin’s aid today, Gabriel knew from personal experience how much it hurt to have your brothers showing you hatred or disdain. “Thank you, but that’s quite all right. I’m fine. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”
As he spoke, all the demons turned towards him. Oh, no, Gabriel didn’t like being in the center of attention. Of course, Lucien found this perfect moment to make him feel more embarrassed. Gabriel was maneuvered in his dream mate’s hold until they practically embraced, their eyes meeting. “Are you sure, little one? You seemed dizzy and affected by the fall.”
The mention of dizziness hit Gabriel with a bang. It wasn’t the fall. The potion was finally taking effect. Gabriel started trembling in Lucien’s hold at this realization. He really didn’t want to die. “Shit!” Lucien cursed. “Get a medic, now!”

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The Hired Man by Jan Irving

Coming October 5, 2009
From Dreamspinner Press

Reverend Ian Kenyon knows the harsh sting of life and how a man can suffer a loss of faith. The death of his wife and newborn son shook him to his foundations, and he's been drifting ever since. Bryn Morgan has returned home from prison to the only family he has—an abusive father who abandoned him to the law when Bryn was unjustly accused of rape. Still poor, lost, and shunned, Bryn searches for work, any work that will allow him to survive.

Reluctantly moved by Bryn's plight, Ian hires the young man to work on his farm despite Bryn's prickly, defensive nature. Soon Ian fears his growing feelings of grace and compassion might be something else, something more... heated. Whatever the cause, he knows they are impossible to pursue, because Heaven only knows what would happen if a man of God began to have forbidden feelings for his hired man.

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Excerpt

The next morning, Ian was trimming his beard in his bedroom vanity mirror. He looked out the second floor window when he glimpsed movement outside. He rinsed his blade in the warm water Mrs. Robson provided fresh every day and leaned close to the pane to take in the view.

A slight figure, hunched against the cool morning wind, leaning against the apple tree.

It was Bryn Morgan. Apparently he had nowhere else to go? Pity moved in Ian’s chest and he tried to shove it aside. Hell, he’d hired the boy and he just knew it had been a mistake. He preferred to drift through his days, lost in memory, in hating himself, but from the moment Bryn’s name had been mentioned, Ian had been moved to defend him.

"Huh," Ian grunted.

He pulled out his clerical collar and put it on, seeing reflected a man with dark, untamed hair in need of a trim from Mrs. Robson, a beard, and wintry hazel eyes looking back at him.

Some days he wanted to just wear regular clothing, but folks came by at all times needing comfort, or he could be summoned to tend to the sick or dying...

No one but he knew what a meaningless gesture it was.

Ashes to ashes.

Tears pricked his eyes so he closed them, shaking his head.

He better go downstairs and get that boy out of the wind. At least he could do that much.

...

"Coffee?" Ian couldn't let Bryn go without food. He had a feeling the young man would shove aside his concern.

Bryn nodded, gaze on the floor.

Mrs. Robson wouldn't bring coffee to the ex-convict, so Ian did, and also a plate of thick bread with cherry preserves. Bryn took it automatically, looking slightly startled that Ian would care enough to push the issue of food on him.

Ian invited Bryn to come sit with him and Mrs. Robson but he only shook his head, slouching against the wall, watching as Ian said grace.

...

After breakfast, Ian was moved to say to Mrs. Robson on his way out to show Bryn around, “He wasn’t so bad.”

“He certainly watched you, even tried to mimic your fine table manners!” Mrs. Robson noted calmly, stacking dishes in the sink for washing.

“He did!” Ian blinked.

“But then he used to sneak over to the church before he was sent up. I saw him looking in the windows some days when you gave service.”

Ian frowned. “I wonder why he did that?”

…

"Chickens can be mean," Ian instructed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I know how to collect eggs!"

Ian sighed. Bryn had been like this all morning. It was clear he had no experience farming or caring for animals, but he kept insisting he knew what he was doing.

The milk cow had kicked him. Daisy, Mrs. Robson’s beloved plow horse, had pushed out of her stall and nearly trampled him and now here were the chickens and Bryn had so far broken three eggs and his hands were bleeding from being pecked by the agitated hens.

Bryn wasn’t a good hire. He didn’t listen and his walls were so thick that he was defensive to even the most mild criticism. It was almost as if he wanted and expected to be fired.

"Look here, this little guy never got eaten..." Ian reached down and lifted a tiny golden chick in his big palm, deciding to teach Bryn another morning about collecting eggs. It would keep and they had eggs enough.

Bryn's tense expression eased. "Is he soft? He looks like a seed from a dandelion."

"He's very soft. Here." Ian placed the chick on Bryn's palm and watched wonder replace the stamped wariness on the young man's face.

"I never touched anything so..." Bryn ran a finger tip over the little bird.

Ian noticed the boy's shoulders relaxing. "Let's tend to your hands."

...

Ian returned with supplies from the house to find Bryn had managed to gather all the rest of the eggs without breaking any, but his hands were a mess.

"You did a nice job," Ian praised, deciding not to lecture the young man, though his bleeding hands made Ian inwardly wince. "Will you let me clean your hands?"

Bryn shrugged.

"It might hurt some," Ian warned, taking one and wiping it gently with alcohol.

Bryn didn't even hiss from the pain. "Used to it."

Ian felt his pity return. "Bryn's a Welsh name," he noted, thinking to make conversation.

Bryn's eyes were fixed on the straw-covered floor. Finally he burst out, "Why're you so nice to me? Is it because you're a man of God?"

Ian hesitated. He didn't know how to answer the simple question. He was used to lying to the townspeople about his lack of faith, but he didn't want to deceive this strange, bitter youngster. He wasn’t even sure he could since Bryn had old eyes in a young face.

"You've had it rough."

He cleaned the other hand and noticed Bryn's ribs sticking out through gaps in his shirt. "Will you eat with me later, Bryn?"

"You don't want...more from me, do you?" Bryn suddenly demanded.

"...More?" Ian blinked. "More what?"

Bryn flushed.

And suddenly Ian knew. "Oh."

Bryn flashed a glance at Ian, hell burning in his eyes. It was something Ian had seen in his own shaving mirror this morning.

"No, I never..." Ian cleared his throat. "I'm merely...alone. It would be nice to have someone to eat with. That is all."

Bryn shrugged. "I'll think about it," he mumbled.

Ian felt a strange despair as he watched Bryn snatch a broom and begin cleaning out the old straw in the hen house. He sensed that he carried still-bleeding wounds, just as Ian did.

But what could he do for Bryn? Ian couldn't heal himself. He could find no comfort. Yet he wanted to give comfort to this young man, he realized, startled.

"Was prison..." Ian fumbled. "I suppose it was bad."

Bryn paused in his sweeping to give Ian a derisive glance. "Yeah, it was bad!" He laughed in Ian’s face.

Ian stroked his beard, watching Bryn sweep. He used to know what to say. How to help people.

Clearly he had no idea how to reach this prickly young man.

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DREAM MATE

By Stormy Glenn

AVAILABLE OCTOBER 1ST

Katzman Warrior Trajan Varl was sent to Elquone by his friend, Chellak Rai, to find a doctor for his mate. When Elquone's High Ruler won't let the doctor, Saris, leave without a contract, Trajan has to refuse. His laws don't allow slavery.

The High Ruler then reclassifies Saris and he is taken away to be retrained as a pleasure slave. Trajan now has no doctor to take back to Katzman. More than that, Trajan suspects that Saris is his mate.

Determined to find out and bring a doctor back as ordered, Trajan breaks into the training facility and rescues Saris, spiriting him off the planet in his ship. When they are attacked, they take an escape pod to a nearby planet.

The emotions the mating cycle evokes in both of them threatens to tear them apart before they can even get together, and they are still being hunted. Can Trajan convince Saris to be his mate and save his life, or will he lose his mate before he can even claim him?

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Silent Reign by G.A. HAUSER writing as Amanda Winters

Silent Reign

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Beware the servant, when he becomes your master.

Sisters, Beth and Nicole Thomas had no idea what was ahead of them when an ominous letter appeared at their doorstep. The siblings were opposite in personality and struggled to get along together in the same small apartment. When the letter brought news of a death and an inheritance, they jumped at the chance to leave the States behind and live in ‘Moore Manor’ in Cornwall, England. They had no idea why their mother’s mysterious step-sister, Katherine Moore, had left a fortune to them, but soon Beth and Nicole would find out there is more to the tale of Katherine’s death than either sister would care to know.

Richard Moore was the adopted son of Katherine, whose manor the American sisters now occupied. Tall, strikingly handsome and bright, Richard, sadly, was mute. The lack of speech made Richard shy to strangers, and wary of everyone’s motives.
But his fault didn’t stop the women attempting to lure Richard eagerly to their beds.

When Richard begins to understand he is the true heir of Katherine’s estate his resentment of the women grows. Just when Richard thinks he has regained control, an aristocrat posing as a servant takes Richard’s place as gamekeeper and adds a whole new spin on the power play inside the manor.

Sex, love, intrigue, murder, suicide and forbidden lust, Moore Manor has it all.


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Beth started salivating as she stared at his rippled chest and abdomen muscles. She could almost taste his sweat as she watched him undetected for a short while. She was dying to touch him. You’re my mystery man. That long hair, those light irises, it was all there for her in the flesh and she wanted to catch those eyes.
Beth moved away from the cabin and approached him slowly.
His sense of hearing caught her immediately. He raised the axe to hold in both hands across his chest and waited.
“Oh, my God. I cannot believe you really exist. Okay, who are you and why is your portrait hanging in my bedroom?” Beth stood right in front of him, never taking her eyes off those intense emerald green eyes. She waited.
When he didn’t answer, she tilted her head. “Hullo? Don’t be shy. Cat got your tongue?” She giggled as he lowered his lashes and a pout formed on his lips. “Have you got a name? I’m Beth.” She waited what was becoming an unreasonably long time.
He set the axe against a tree, then started retreating.
“Wait. Where are you going? Don’t leave. Let me look at you.” She closed the gap between them and noticed he wouldn’t meet her eye any longer. A rosy blush was warming his cheeks. “Why is there a portrait of you in my bedroom? And how can I get you there to see it?” Beth wanted him, very badly. “Could it be possible you are under my employ?”
He tightened his lip and gave her a weak nod.
Beth felt another ‘yahoo’ coming, but stifled it. “You’re gorgeous. You want to be my best kept secret?” She touched his rounded shoulder and he flinched away.
“So shy, so beautiful. Oh, you are too much,” she purred and reached up to caress his face and hair.
“Hallloooo?”
William was coming their way. Beth grumbled in annoyance at being interrupted from luring her prey.
William came hurrying down the path, calling, “Miss, there’s a call for you.” When William noticed Richard, he stopped short.
“Now? Great timing. Did they say who it was?”
“Just one you’d been expecting. I don’t know, miss.”
Beth turned back to Richard, leaning against his chest boldly, staring up at his height. “I’ll see you very soon…count on it.” She winked and sauntered down the path passed William.
*
Angry at her actions, William turned to watch her walk and said, “Pretty bird. Too bad she’s a slapper.”
Once she was out of sight, Richard let out a long exhale and sat on the stump to recuperate.
William pressed against him and smiled. “It was bound to happen, mate. They were both going to find you sooner or later.” With familiarity and affection, William ran his fingers through Richard’s long hair. “Don’t look so put out. They’re only women.”
As if those words offered little comfort, Richard closed his eyes and sighed.
William hugged him. “You have some ale in there for your mate? Eh?”
Richard opened his eyes. He gave William a warm smile and stood, heading into his cabin.
Like a hungry pup, William followed him in, smoothing his hand down Richard’s tight britches as he did.

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DRAGON& FENYX 4: SOLUTIONS by Auburnimp and Michael Barnette

Dragon & Fenyx 4: Solutions by Auburnimp & Michael Barnette

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Heat Rating: Fire

Content Warning: GLBT-homoerotica, Happy for Now Ending--this is an ongoing series.

Storm and Flame solve some of the problems the Dragon and Fenyx clan face.

Flame offered him a wry smile and shook his head. "No, you were raised to be a chief so you'll get that bit right. As for what is said between us, we're still in the process of getting used to one another and, with all that's been happening, we haven't had much opportunity to do that."

The smile widened. "So let's make a start now, shall we?"

Storm didn't wait for a second offer. He pulled Flame into his arms and kissed him. Tendrils of magical energy wafted from the tattoos on his arms and shoulders to wreath Flame.

Slim ribbons of power floated from the bright designs on Flame's arms to caress Storm. He shivered at the tingle of his lover's magic as it caressed him. Storm thrust his tongue between Flame's parted lips, tasting his swordbrother. His cock hardened and he groaned as desire flooded his entire being.

Inside him the Dragon--which had become quiescent while they talked--stirred, reawakened by the heat of lust which burned through Storm's veins.

Flame made a small sound, somewhere between a moan and a gasp, and pressed against him once again. Storm could feel his swordbrother's arousal as well as the warm magic that flowed from his body.

Storm wrapped his arms around Flame and, without breaking their kiss, rolled over so that his lover was on top of him. The weight of Flame felt good, as did the touch of their cocks which were pressed tight together. Storm rocked his hips to give them some friction. The Dragon shook Its wings . The two Beasts were entwined as ready for love as the two men to whom they were connected.

Flame pulled away from the kiss only to move down Storm's body until he reached a nipple. He sucked on it for a while before moving to the other which got the same treatment.

Storm closed his eyes and gave a wordless murmur of appreciation. He ran his hands over every part of Flame he could reach. He caressed Flame's shoulders, his arms, ran his fingers through Flame's long, very soft hair as his lover continued to tease his nipples. The sensation rippled through his flesh, coiled inside his balls. The ache for more made him want to roll Flame beneath him and slip his throbbing cock inside Flame's body.

He opened his eyes. Above them the pair of Beasts mimicked their actions, the Fenyx touching its beak to the Dragon's chest, the pointed end of its tongue flicking over the shimmering scales. Storm smiled at the strangeness of it. What the Beasts were doing amused him for a reason he couldn't quite understand. "Look up."

*

Flame looked up his head moving away from Storm's chest. Above them the Fenyx had done exactly the same. Flame chuckled softly before murmuring, "Soul to soul," in an awed tone of voice.

"Umhmm," Storm murmured. He rolled them over so he was on top of Flame. He claimed his lover's mouth for a kiss that left them both breathless. He gazed into Flame's eyes, knowing his Dragon was gazing down at the Fenyx. "I don't want to wait anymore, Flame, I want you."

Flame's eyes were full of lust and something even deeper, more profound. "Then take me, Storm. You know I'm yours."

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TEMPESTUOUS RELATIONS

By Amanda Young

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Dominic Mackenzie isn’t too proud to take advantage of the local gloryhole. As far as he’s concerned, there’s nothing better than a warm, wet mouth without any strings attached. It’s only by accident that he discovers the shocking identity of the man on his knees. Once the secret’s out, then all bets are off.

An Excerpt from Amanda Young’s Tempestuous Relations
© Amanda Young, 2009All Rights Reserved

Dominic Mackenzie turned into the rest area parking lot, his dick hardening in sight of the squat brick building located directly off the interstate outside of his hometown. Other than the closet, there was no gay scene in Smithville. The clandestine, anonymous hookups that took place within this structure were as good as it got for a single man, unless he was willing to drive over two hours to nearest city. Dom didn’t have the time or the inclination. When he wasn’t pulling double shifts at the factory, his free time was better spent working on the fixer-upper he and his brother bought the year before.
He set the emergency brake more out of habit than thought and got out of the truck. Just because the asphalt lot was level didn’t mean much. Better safe than sorry applied to more than horseshoes and hand grenades. The last thing he needed was for his truck to roll away while he was getting his dick sucked.
Dom slammed the door shut behind him and gave a surreptitious glance at his surroundings. Six other vehicles were parked alongside his Ford, although that wasn’t unusual. People had been known to use the area as a pick up spot for years. His own brother even used it for carpooling occasionally, as evident by the dark blue half-ton truck parked halfway down the lot.
After pulling the bill of his ball cap down lower, Dom strolled into the men’s room. The very thought of his twin brother quickened Dom’s pace, although he couldn’t have explained why and wasn’t comfortable thinking about it. Now certainly wasn’t the time to ponder one of life’s little mysteries.
He imagined his long strides made him look like any other guy in desperate need of a piss, although nothing could be farther from the truth. If anyone glanced closely they would undoubtedly see the stiff proof of his desire pressing against the fly of his jeans in search of the satisfaction he hoped to find inside.
Dom had been visiting the rest stop almost weekly for past two months, thanks to a conversation he’d overheard that clued him in to what happened here. Although he was surprised someone was willing to sit in a foul smelling restroom and suck cock for whomever had the balls to shove their meat through a strategically cut hole, he wasn’t above making use of some stranger’s willing mouth in order to assuage his needs.
Upon entering the bathroom, Dom was relieved to find it seemingly deserted. Amid the pungent aromas of sweat, piss, and cum, he quickly made his way to the back and slipped inside the last stall on the left. Although the room remained silent, a pair of scuffed sneakers could be seen beneath the panel separating his compartment from the next.
A shiver crept down his spine and lodged in his balls as he thought about what might happen in the near future. Things would either go well, as they had in the past, or he would find himself in a fantastically bad situation. If word of this spot had gotten out since the last time he’d come by, there was every likelihood that he might get his ass arrested. He could easily imagine a police sting being arranged to capture all the deviant men like himself who took advantage of a little anonymous action within the rest area’s semiprivate environment. Although it wouldn’t be the first time he’d found himself on the wrong side of the law, he didn’t relish the thought of being hauled in to the police station for lewd behavior. The rumor mill would decimate him faster than any outlandish charges the court system slung his way.
Nevertheless, he wasn’t about to turn back now. His dick was like steel inside his jeans. It knew what was up and wouldn’t accept any less than the warm, wet mouth that had serviced him so well in recent months. Actually, for all he knew it might be different men.
Frankly, he didn’t want to attach a face with the mouth that sucked him off. That would make the dude too real. As it stood, Dom could come in, blow his load, and leave. He didn’t have to make small talk or any of the inane gestures that came with meeting someone and trying to get into their pants.
Dom turned to face the dividing wall. A lewd hole the size of an orange was carved in the metal to the left of the broken toilet paper holder. He tapped his foot, impatience welling inside him as he waited for the stranger to make his move.
After only a moment, a slim finger with a square, trimmed nail appeared through the hole and made a come-hither motion. Not wasting any time, Dom unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out through the fly. He gave himself a nice hard stroke from root to tip, stepped forward, and slid his erection through the hole.
A heartbeat passed while Dom’s tension grew. Every muscle in his body felt strung tight, waiting…

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If you're looking for erotic, paranormal, werewolf, futuristic, contemporary, gay, suspense, and menage a trois romance that'll set your Kindle or Sony Reader on fire, look no further. I will make you fan the flames of erotic romance. I've been told my stories are exciting, erotic, intense, emotional, intriguing, and heart wrenching. Come read excerpts and chat about my Tri-Omega Mates series, Lover's of Alpha Squad series, Wolf Creek Pack series, Love's Legacy series, and The Katzmen series and more.

I will be at the Blackraven's Erotic Cafe for a live chat. So, come out and play on Wednesday night, September 16th at 8:00 P.M. Central Standard Time at The Blackraven's Erotic Chat Room. The chat room is located on the side bar. I will tell you more about my upcoming releases Wolf Queen and My Outlaw (part of the Forbidden Love Trilogy).

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Wolf Queen by Stormy Glenn

Katia has loved Mikhail Nikolaevich forever. When her father dies, she goes to Mikhail for solace. Afterwards, believing that Mikhail doesn't truly care for her, Katia flees. By then, it's too late. The mating heat has started and must be completed or Katia will die.

But Mikhail is not all that he seems. He's a Kindred and he's determined to have Katia as his mate. But first, he has to convince Katia that he does love her. That's easier said than done when Katia learns about the Kindred and that the man she loves turns into a werewolf. It's also complicated by the fact that Mikhail is leader of his people. Even if Katia accepts Mikhail, her life is still in danger. She's killed the leader of another clan and is faced with a challenge to the death for her position.

Before Mikhail can help Katia, he has to defend her against a Council of Elders who believe she's an inferior human and a band of rogue werewolves out to kill them all. Can Mikhail save his bondmate before she gets challenged again or will Katia have to fight for her life?

Forbidden Love Anthology

(Stormy Glenn, Aleksandr Voinov, H.C. Brown, and Anna O'Neill)

My Outlaw By Stormy Glenn

After getting injured and losing his horse during a cattle drive, Daniel Branson is ordered to ride the stagecoach back home. Little does he realize that it will put him in the hands of the notorious outlaw, Black Bart. And the handsome outlaw has plans for Daniel that don't involve holding him for ransom!

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