Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Comment to win with @ParisBrandon's HIS TO PROTECT (Black Hills Wolves Book 63) Book Tour




A resentful pack, a suspicious alpha and a looming threat…
After ten long years, desperation has forced Luna Sinclair back to Los Lobos, but nothing in her experience has prepared her for the heat that Pack Protector Gunnar Redmond unleashes. Her wolf is clawing to break free and run straight for the hulking beast; but what wolf in his right mind would want to be tied to her family tree? 
Not everyone is happy about welcoming the daughter of one of the old alpha’s henchmen home.
Old wounds and secrets are exposed and, to make matters worse, Drew Tao, the new alpha, has reason to suspect she might have revealed the pack’s most closely guarded secret when she escaped the crazed survivalist who had been keeping her prisoner. 
None of that matters to Gunnar.
He’s known Luna was his mate since finding her naked and shivering on pack land, and he’ll do anything to keep her. With their wolves clawing to mate and danger closing in, anyone who wants to hurt her will have to go through him first.


A member of Romance Writers of America and published since 2009, Paris writes contemporary, paranormal, erotic and historical romance, throwing a little mystery and suspense in for good measure. She considers herself a hybrid author. Currently published with Decadent Publishing and self-publishing her own titles, she likes nothing better than a story that contains a little mystery and a lot of romance. 

When not dreaming up stories featuring heroes who aren’t intimidated by strong heroines, she can be found haunting antique and thrift stores for unique finds, or searching for heirloom seeds for yet another new flower garden.



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Gunnar Redmond’s blood still raced from his morning run, and the female’s musky scent hit him doubly hard. The haggard white wolf had been running in a straight line since she’d hit the perimeter a few minutes ago. Nothing ran that hard unless something chased it, and he didn’t see or smell anything following her. Too soon to call a warning for something he could probably handle himself, the pack protector kept well behind his quarry. The third time she stumbled, his wolf reached for her, nearly stopping him in his tracks.
The urge to catch her before she fell surprised him. He breathed in her scent once more, finding her human nature had become much stronger and stank of a fear so fierce it permeated the crisp autumn air. She’d transformed. The scent grew stronger. His quarry had stopped, perhaps to get her bearings.
Every wolf in Los Lobos knew the location of the pack land boundaries.
She was obviously lost and confused.
Downwind and hidden by a small stand of trees, Gunnar crouched on the crest of a small hill. Naked and filthy, twigs and leaves riddled her tangled mess of dark hair that reached past her shoulders. Mud streaked her bare arms and legs. Her thin flanks trembled as she rubbed her hands up and down her arms and looked around. She might not be very tall, but her obvious curves left no doubt she was all woman.
His wolf whined.
 If he waited any longer, his wolf was going to behave inappropriately. Knocking her down so he could clean her and show his obvious interest probably wouldn’t win him any points. He stood and unbuttoned his shirt as he walked down the short incline.
The wind shifted, and she lifted her nose, turned, and froze. Her dark eyes widened, and he scented the fear she tried to hide. His size intimidated most, but her gaze had locked on his fingers, still working his shirt buttons free, and it occurred to him what the situation must look like.
Nice going, dumbass.
He let his arms drop and sighed. “Did you know you were trespassing?”
Her shoulders slumped. She stared at him a moment, and her mouth worked in a silent effort that seemed to frustrate her. Finally, her words tumbled like so much static from a radio. “Am I in Los Lobos?”
Gunnar nodded, and a shaky smile quirked one corner of her mouth.
“My name is Luna Sinclair, and I beg sanctuary.”




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HIS TO PROTECT


Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Time Out of Mine is Now Available @TymberDalton #BDSM #Erotic

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Release Day for Time Out of Mind by Tymber Dalton.

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Doyle Turner’s a psychologist specializing in addiction recovery and is also a professional sober companion. He’s also a recovering alcoholic with over twenty years of sobriety under his belt. And he’s a Dom in his personal life, which he hasn’t had much of lately. Mevi Maynard not only tests Doyle’s infinite patience, the handsome rock star’s testing his self-control.

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Mevi Maynard’s rock-bottom crash follows the discovery that his manager stole his fortune. Now, Mevi’s fresh out of rehab. If he doesn’t want to file bankruptcy, he has to stay sober for the new tour or he’s out of the band. But what he can’t admit to Doyle—and has never admitted to anyone—is that he’s gay. One patient Dom. One stubborn rock star. Both are really stupid men, according to their friend, Tilly. Can she help the men get out of their own way and see the light, and their love for each other, before it’s too late?

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Doyle glanced at Mevi. He didn’t have enough info yet to process how to deal with him. A raised finger? A touch of the hand on the shoulder?
A stern look and arched eyebrow? Somehow, he suspected a kind and gentle approach would be totally ineffective at the start, and would let Mevi think he could steamroll him. Figuring out their dynamic’s workings would be one of Doyle’s first tasks over the next twenty-four hours. That was crucial to him establishing the hierarchy with the client. Feeling them out and figuring out what role he needed to be—outside of their sober companion—to get them to be the most responsive in positive ways. It also depended on the contract. Sometimes he was as much a babysitter as he was a companion. Sometimes, all he could do was sit back and try to provide a voice of reason and conscience to his client. Fortunately, he’d yet to have a client relapse while under his care like this, although there’d been a few close calls. And sometimes his dynamic with his client fluctuated, evolved, depending on how long he spent with them and how well they handled their sobriety. Sixty days out, Mevi might not be white-knuckling it too badly right now, despite his apparently irritated condition. Following final handshakes, Doyle rounded the SUV to get in after fishing his car charger and sound patch cable out of his laptop bag. After driving Clark home, Landry would take Doyle’s car back to their condo. Doyle settled into the driver’s seat and started to adjust it, the steering wheel, and mirrors, and then went about plugging his phone into the center console and setting it up for the sound system. All the while, he didn’t so much as acknowledge Mevi, whom he sensed first watching, then staring at him. Apparently, Mevi was a man not used to being ignored. Then I’ll keep doing that until I find his breakthrough point. Or his breaking point. Either one.
Mevi couldn’t help but watch the guy. He wasn’t used to people not at the very least deferring to him. Not that he expected them to, but after nearly twenty years in the industry, when someone didn’t do it, it always stood out.

Not necessarily in a bad way. It wasn’t like Doyle was being rude. Even at the rehab center, people he met there, including staff, made pleasant comments about his music. Maybe he doesn’t know who I am? Clark and the other guy had already left, and yet there they still sat, the guy doing something on his damn phone. Finally, after about five minutes of that, Mevi had enough. “What are you doing? Are we just gonna sit here all night?” The guy didn’t even look up. He held up one finger and kept going through his phone. Finally, after another couple of minutes, he lowered his finger but didn’t look up from the phone. “Rule one—driver controls the music. I might ask you your opinion, but I get the final say.” Mevi wasn’t sure he’d heard him right. “What?” The guy’s head didn’t move, but his gaze swiveled toward Mevi. “Did you not hear me, or not understand me?” “What kind of asshole are you?” Now Doyle shifted his head up, his dark brown gaze boring deep into Mevi. Instead of getting riled up, the guy actually seemed to downshift into a smoother, calmer, stronger gear. “Rule number two—no insults. We’re adults. Act like one.” Even the guy’s tone…it didn’t come off snippy. He couldn’t describe it. “Fuck you.” Doyle’s focus returned to his phone. “You’re good-looking, but you’re a client, so that’s a hard no, sorry. I don’t sleep with clients. Rule three—you do what I say, when I say it. You need me a lot more than I need you. I’m not an asshole unless you treat me like one, and the first few days between us will be rocky enough anyway, I’m sure. But my job is to get you to Chicago, and help you stay sober, and that’s what’s going to happen if you want to pull your assets out of the fire.” Doyle’s answer to Mevi’s off-the-cuff insult had caught him off-guard. This guy was an experienced addiction counselor and sober companion? This guy acted nothing like any of the counselors he’d had in rehab. “You’re not dragging my ass to any twelve-step meetings.” “As long as you do what I say, that won’t be necessary.” He’d honestly expected a different answer than that despite what Clark had assured him. “Um…okay. Good.” Doyle met his gaze again. “You’re probably not going to like this, but we’re dyeing your hair ASAP. Can’t hide that.”

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Mevi dodged the statement. It’d been a couple of months since he’d been to a stylist, and his roots were long and obvious. “Where are we going?” “Sarasota.” “Florida?” “I don’t know if there’s another one, but yes, Florida.” “And we’re driving? Seriously?” “I’m driving. Seriously.” “Why aren’t we flying?” Doyle smiled. “Because either you’re going to like or hate me at the end of this road trip. I don’t care which one, to be honest, but you can’t escape me. Driving will keep the paparazzi off our tails. And I happen to be a sadist.” He hit a button on the phone before tucking it away in the center console and closing the cover. The opening bars of the overture “Work Song” from Les Mis streamed through the speakers. Incredulous, Mevi stared at the guy. “Seriously?” Although Mevi would give the guy points for being ballsy. Doyle grinned as he buckled his seat belt. “I warned you, I am a sadist. Besides, I love this show. And I’m a fan of irony.”
But mostly, Doyle was a sadist, even if the guy wouldn’t know he meant it literally, not metaphorically.
He was glad Mevi had immediately recognized the music. That meant they’d be listening to a lot of show tune albums over the next couple of days. Stuff they could either talk over, bond over, or ignore each other over. He had a lot more on his iPod, but hadn’t felt like digging that out of his suitcase tonight. Working in his office or alone at home, he was usually doing something else he needed to focus on and couldn’t actually listen to the lyrics. In a car, driving, he loved music that told a story. Hence show tunes. As Doyle headed east, Mevi stared out the passenger window. “Where are we stopping?” “Barstow.” “That’s a shit-hole.” “You’re not staying at the Ritz now,” Doyle told him. “We’re laying low. Hopefully there’s some place open between here and there I can get you some hair dye tonight. What color are you naturally?” He didn’t answer at first. Doyle waited him out even as Jean Valjean and Javert verbally duked it out through the speakers. “Brown,” Mevi muttered, pulling the hood of his jacket back and taking off his hat. In the dim light from the instrument cluster and passing street lamps outside, Doyle saw the guy’s roots providing a dramatic contrast to the rest of his hair. Personally, Doyle thought the silver color made the guy look years older and it wasn’t even slightly flattering, but it was a style he’d had for years, his trademark. “Might have to go darker than that to get the color out. Would probably be easier if we cut your hair first.” Mevi’s hair was usually somewhat longer than it currently was anyway. At least, it always was in the promo shots and videos he’d seen of the guy. Short, dark hair would make the guy nearly unrecognizable.

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“Fine. Whatever.” Mevi turned to the window again. Doyle mentally revised his plan. He’d get a hotel room for them first, then go out. If he couldn’t find any place open, he’d go out in the morning and they’d do it before they got on the road again. He wanted a good look at the guy in decent lighting before dyeing his hair. This was something he’d had to do a couple of times with other clients to help disguise them when they’d needed to stay hidden for a few weeks instead of being on a shoot. With an actor, it didn’t matter as long as a wig was being used for shooting. Sometimes, with female clients, he did get them a wig to wear until they were someplace he didn’t have to worry about them being recognized. Photogs were too good at spotting celebs with sunglasses, hats, and hoodies. You had to physically change someone’s appearance. Hair was the easiest way to do that. They rode without talking as Doyle started singing along with the soundtrack. He’d seen the musical a couple of times in traveling productions, never on Broadway. And he had the movie on DVD.
If anyone else had told this story to Mevi, he’d be laughing his ass off about now, and he damn well knew it.
But…this was his life. Doyle didn’t have the best voice in the world, but he’d probably be a top contender at any average karaoke night. And bonus points for knowing all the words and apparently giving zero fucks what Mevi thought of his singing chops. Grudgingly, Mevi found himself tapping his hand against his thigh in time with the music and even softly singing along with some of the songs. As the Pacific coast drew farther away behind them, he wondered exactly where this road trip would lead. Or where his recovery path would lead. He knew he was fucked if he didn’t pull it together. That pissed him off most of all, that somewhere along the way, he’d left his resolve, his will, in the dust. Like he didn’t even give a shit. That wasn’t him. That was nothing like him. But who was he, really? He damn sure wasn’t the guy his fans thought he was. Would they even like him if they knew the real him after all the years he spent putting on a fake image for them? Would they still listen to his music? Would the others in the band be punished professionally for him misleading his fans? He’d feel horrible if that happened, and was yet another reason for his silence. Collateral damage wasn’t something he wanted on his conscience. He settled in for the ride, since right now, that was all he could do.

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Doyle turned to Mevi.
He looked hopeful. Eager. Ready. Doyle pulled him in for a kiss. “Are you sure you want this? Me?” “Yes, Sir.” Doyle ran a hand through Mevi’s hair. “No more of that stupid silver dye.” Mevi smiled. “Yes, Sir.” “And I don’t like long hair. No longer than this. Okay?” “Yes, Sir.” Doyle sighed. “And you can always say no, or ask for a modification, or safeword.”

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Mevi pressed close. “What if I don’t want to say no? What if I want Sir to decide those things?” Doyle smiled. “Be careful what you wish for.”
Doyle took Mevi’s hand and led him back upstairs as Mevi’s heart raced, eager to finally be with this man. The Walgreens bag had ended up on Doyle’s bed, and after sitting Mevi on the end of his bed—fully clothed—he showed Mevi what was in the bag.
Several boxes of condoms and a large bottle of lube. He got the bottle of lube out of the box and removed the inner seal, getting it ready. Then he stood between Mevi’s legs, leaning in and kissing him, one hand on the back of Mevi’s head and the other grabbing Mevi’s hand and placing it on the front of Doyle’s slacks where his erection pressed against the zipper. Mevi moaned at the feel of it. “That’s going in your ass, boy,” Doyle rumbled. “And in your mouth. Although,” he quickly added, “not in that order. That’s just gross. No ass-to-mouth.” “Thank you, Sir.” “You ever have anything in your ass before?” Heat filled his face. “My fingers. In the shower. A couple of times, not a lot.” “No one’s ever fucked you?” He shook his head. “No, Sir,” he whispered. “Good.” He stepped back and dug something out of his toybag. A butt plug. Doyle smiled as he held it up. “It’s a fairly small one, don’t worry. Ironically, yours is the first male ass it’ll have ever been inside. That’s sort of fitting, huh?” Mevi smiled. “Yes, Sir.” He’d also dug a small coil of rope out of his bag. “Something hurts in a bad way, you safeword immediately. Understand?” “Yes, Sir.” Doyle shoved him back onto the bed and straddled him, pinning his hands over his head. Mevi nearly came from how his own cock ground against Doyle through their slacks. “Don’t you dare come yet, boy,” Doyle ordered. “Stay.” Mevi kept his hands where Doyle put them while Doyle reached down and started unbuttoning Mevi’s shirt. Once he had it open, he tugged it out of his slacks and pulled it off over his head, dropping it to the floor. Then he proceeded to tie Mevi’s wrists together. Doyle stood, smiling down at him. “Now then.” He pulled off Mevi’s shoes and socks before he started working on his belt and fly. Once Mevi lay naked before him, Doyle seemed to be feasting on him with his eyes. “When we’re alone, boy, you’re naked. Period. You ask permission to put on clothes. Understand?” “Yes, Sir.” “It’s because I love looking at you, but also because I might want to bend you over and plow that gorgeous ass whenever I want.” Mevi’s cock twitched, pre-cum pearling at the slit. [vimeo 198379280 w=640 h=360] Time Out of Mind by Tymber Dalton from Sunshine Reads on Vimeo. Doyle noticed. He smiled as he reached down and swiped his finger along the head, lifting it to his lips to taste. “Mmm.” Doyle milked another drop from him, this time feeding it to him. “I have a very sweet boy,” he hoarsely said. “And yes, your cock will be getting sucked, too.” Mevi bit down on his lower lip to keep from moaning. “Oh, when it doesn’t matter, you better believe I want to hear your noises. Don’t you ever try to hide them when we don’t need to.” He leaned in and licked the head of Mevi’s cock. Now he whined, desperate to hold back, not explode. “That’s the kind of noises I like.” He continued teasing Mevi, swirling his tongue around the head, flicking at the slit, licking up and down the sides of Mevi’s shaft. Then he shoved his thighs apart and tucked a towel under him. “First, though, my boy needs his virgin ass stretched so he can take my cock. Because before we go to bed tonight, you will have had my cock in there. I’m going to claim what’s mine.” Another word, said in that way, that threatened to make Mevi’s balls explode. Lovingly possessive. It’s all he wanted to be—belonging to him. Doyle, still dressed, rolled a condom onto the butt plug, slathered it with lube, then added lube to his fingers and started probing Mevi’s virgin rim. “Look at me,” Doyle ordered in that tone, the one that Mevi had fallen in love with. His Dominant tone. “Beg me for it.” “Please, Sir, please fuck my ass!” “My ass, boy. That’s my ass, my cock, my mouth. Not yours. I own you, so I own them, too.” “Yes, Sir! Please fuck your ass!” Doyle chuckled and leaned in to kiss him. “Okay, that does sound a little silly. I think the proper subbie syntax should be, ‘Please fuck your boy’s ass.’” “Please fuck your boy’s ass, Sir!” “Mmm.” One finger slipped through Mevi’s rim, drawing a long, low moan from him as Doyle slowly fucked him with it. “You beg sooo nice, boy. Be prepared to do a lot of begging in the future.” He continued to fuck him with his finger. When he added a little more lube and started working a second finger in, that’s when Mevi whined, the pinching burn momentarily taking the edge off his need. Doyle slowly fucked him with two fingers, leaning in and occasionally sucking on Mevi’s cock as he did. As he scissored his fingers in Mevi’s ass, he swirled his tongue around the head of his cock. This was…amazing. No wonder sex had never been a big deal to him. It’d never been this good. Sex with Bonnie had mostly been a way to sleep in bed with her and not be alone. An excuse to cuddle all night just to have human contact. He couldn’t even count how many times he’d faked it with her, since they always used a condom for intercourse. A quick withdrawal and trip to the bathroom to dispose of it and she was none the wiser. Sometimes she’d been able to get him over sucking him off, but only if he fantasized about guys while she did. Both Doyle’s mouth and fingers disappeared. Mevi lifted his head to look. Doyle took the butt plug and pressed the tip of it against his rim, gently pushing. As he slowly started fucking it into Mevi’s ass, Doyle arched an eyebrow at him. “Push against it, just a little.” He did, gasping when it suddenly slid into place. It wasn’t a bad feeling, it was just…different. He couldn’t wait until it was Doyle’s cock. “Good boy.” Doyle stood and walked into the bathroom. Mevi heard water running, and he returned a moment later. Then he started unbuttoning his shirt. “We’re going to start the evening with you over my lap and getting a spanking, because I want to make that sweet ass of yours nice and red before I fuck you.”

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Monday, January 16, 2017

Find your Demon with the Authors of Name Your Demon #PNR #99cents @AuthorNicMorgan




NAME YOUR DEMON is an urban fantasy and paranormal romance collection showcasing 15 first-in-series reads from New York Times, USA Today, and International Bestselling Authors. Many of the works have never been seen in a boxed set before, and one written especially for the set!

It has something for everyone—mind readers, vampires, werewolves, soul hunters, angels, demons, sorcerers, Loki, witches, and oracles.

…Just name your demon.

The Thought Readers by Dima Zales
Everyone thinks I’m a genius.
Everyone is wrong. 
Sure, I finished Harvard at eighteen and now make crazy money at a hedge fund. But that’s not because I’m unusually smart or hard-working.
It’s because I cheat.
You see, I have a unique ability. I can go outside time into my own personal version of reality—the place I call “the Quiet”—where I can explore my surroundings while the rest of the world stands still.
I thought I was the only one who could do this—until I met her.
My name is Darren, and this is how I became entangled with all the Russians and learned that I’m a Reader.

Vengeance Be Mine by Louisa Lo
Megan is a typical university student trying to figure out her place in the world, except instead of hoping to pass the bar or get into med school, she’s studying to become a licensed vengeance demon.
Nineteen-year-old Megan Aequitas is the only vengeance demon and trickster hybrid ever born. In a world where vengeance demons are respectable, rule-obsessed guardians of the Cosmic Balance, and tricksters are playful, happy-go-lucky perpetrators of chaos, being half and half is, well, tricky.
Determined to prove herself worthy of her vengeance blood, Megan enrolls in University of Demonic Studies’ prestigious co-op program. Wreaking karmic revenge on wrongdoers from cheaters to crooks sounds fun and simple, if it weren’t for the unsuspecting human roommate, Megan’s flamboyant trickster half-brothers, a changeling-raised fellow outcast, and a trio of evil wannabes. Then one assignment turns deadly when Megan discovers a plot to unleash an ancient force so authoritarian, most creatures would be deemed too unworthy to exist.
After a lifetime of being embarrassed by her trickster tendencies and striving to fit in vengeance society, Megan now has to learn to embrace both of her worlds if she wants to save them.


Secrets of the Hollows by Nicole Morgan
Xavier Currington has spent his entire life hiding from the secret of his family. Being the leader of the Hollows, he lurks behind the shadows of the crime riddled Los Angeles streets.
Finally free of her abusive stepfather and drug addict mother, Elizabeth Hawthorn is faced with new fears. While working to get herself out of the flea bag motel she’s been forced to call home, she is offered a chance to make nearly triple her wages waitressing in one of the top gentlemen’s club in the area.
When Xavier first sets his eyes on Elizabeth he can’t help but pull himself out of the shadows. Her beauty calls to him, but her innocence is what brings him closer. As she falls in deeper with danger, Xavier is faced with the choice of continuing to hide, or saving her before it’s too late. 


Discern by Andrea Pearson
He's dark and powerful, a magical anomaly. She's inexperienced and untrained. Can they set aside their differences in time to save themselves?
Mysterious disappearances at a popular national park force authorities to organize a university-led expedition, and they've invited undergrads to compete to be included. As a talented Arete, Austin is a natural shoe-in. And he's not the only experienced student competing. Nicole struggles a great deal with her powers, but she knows she has what it takes, and she's determined to prove that she can produce Wind magic.
With the help of her friends and advice from professors, Nicole pushes the limits of her magical abilities. As the competition heats up, however, she finds out that the trip she’s fighting for may be a one-way ticket...
Discern, Mosaic Chronicles Book One tells a captivating story of adventure, fantasy, and romance. If you like break-the-mold paranormal fiction, romance, and fast-paced adventure, then you’ll love the first book in Andrea Pearson’s groundbreaking and award-winning series!


Wings of Hope by Pippa DaCosta
"I am his muse. But not for long..." 
When Mammon, the Prince of Greed, 'acquires' a half-blood slave known as 'Muse' for three nights, and bespells her with tales of a world where people live like kings and queens among towers of steel and glass, the seed of hope takes root in Muse's soul. But hope, for a half-human half-demon creature like her, is a dangerous thing. Especially when that tentative hope springs from the honeyed words of a Prince of Hell. What is Mammon's price for freedom? 
Meanwhile Da'mean, her ruthless owner, would rather see her dead, than free. She belongs to him. She is his muse. And no beast will take her from him. 
The netherworld is harsh and violent. Muse's demon kin are merciless, blood-hungry beasts, but little do they know, Muse has something far more dangerous coiled inside her, desperate for a taste of freedom. 
Her humanity. 


Angel Vindicated by Viola Estrella
Deporting unruly demons back to Hell is what I do best. Demon Control Agent isn’t just my job—it’s my life. Too bad my personal matters aren’t as straightforward. My biggest vice has been Simeon Keller, a half-breed demon, who managed to seduce me five years ago. I’ve avoided him ever since, but I can’t knock the bad reputation the blunder has branded on me.  Now, the threat of a demon rebellion has Angels, Inc. overwhelmed, and I’m forced to trust Simeon to help me find the fiends threatening to end Angels’ existence. Staying out of the enemy’s bed is the least of my worries as I fight to keep the earth from falling under demon rule.


Feral by Laxmi Hariharan
From New York Times Bestselling Author Laxmi Hariharan, comes Feral. This 15000 words novella is book 1 in the USA Today Bestselling Many Lives series.
Maya: He is all I ever wanted, and yet I must leave him to find myself first
Luke: I love her so I will let her go; knowing she may never come back
He was her destination she just didn’t know it. When Maya leaves her mate Luke to search for her blood family, she uncovers secrets about her past... secrets that will change her forever. A paranormal romance featuring shifters.  About falling in love and finding that place called home.
 Looking for epic paranormal romance featuring shifters, vampires and immortals? Then the Many Lives Series is for you.


Tutoring the Wolf by Jacqueline Sweet & Devon March
Cassie Blake is the brightest witch of her generation and has every step of her future planned out. She's engaged to a handsome, successful man from a good wizarding family and if she can just keep her grades up all of her dreams will come true the second she graduates. But when she's forced to tutor the rebellious werewolf Malcolm Sheppard everything goes wrong. He's the worst student the Penrose Academy of Magical Excellence has ever seen--he'd rather spend his days pining for the rock star life he had to leave behind than studying for class. And then there's that way he looks at her that sends shivers all up and down her spine. Tutoring the Wolf is the first exciting new fantasy romance in the brand-new Penrose Academy world. Perfect for fans of Harry Potter, Tamora Pierce, Patrick Rothfuss who want a little more steam in their magical worlds.


Wolves: I Bring the Fire (Part 1) by C. Gockel
Deporting unruly demons back to Hell is what I do best. Demon Control Agent isn’t just my job—it’s my life. Too bad my personal matters aren’t as straightforward. My biggest vice has been Simeon Keller, a half-breed demon, who managed to seduce me five years ago. I’ve avoided him ever since, but I can’t knock the bad reputation the blunder has branded on me.  Now, the threat of a demon rebellion has Angels, Inc. overwhelmed, and I’m forced to trust Simeon to help me find the fiends threatening to end Angels’ existence. Staying out of the enemy’s bed is the least of my worries as I fight to keep the earth from falling under demon rule.


Soul Ties by LJ Swallow
Keir. Half angel, half demon and a hell of a lot hotter than Ava's usual targets. She's tempted to get closer to Keir before she takes his soul -- if he doesn't kill her first. 
Soul-hunters sent to capture Nephilim souls never return and Ava has no choice. Return with Keir's soul in exchange for her freedom - or die trying.
She has retrieved hundreds of souls from demons and this mission doesn't worry her, but Keir isn't what she expected. 
As if battling a Nephilim isn't enough, Ava faces another hurdle: finding a way past the strange human girl, Dahlia, who has an inexplicable hold on Keir.
The pair have strange secrets, and when Ava uncovers the true fate of the souls she returns to her superiors her world flips. She finds herself in the middle of a war where the lines between good and evil are blurred. Ava has two choices: kill Keir and trade his soul for her freedom, or help the man she loves and risk eternity in hell.


Romancing the Null by Tina Gower
There are three kinds of lies.
Lies the fates spin as half truths.
Lies of destined love.
And statistics. 
As a fateless, Kate Hale is immune to the first two, but the third kind of lie is her profession. After spending years as an actuary for the Traffic Department, Kate is promoted to Accidental Death Predictions. It’s all she’s worked toward, and her career is finally on track. But when an oracle delivers an impossible death prediction and insists on her help to solve the case, she might lose any chance of impressing the brass.
Her only hope comes in the form of the police liaison assigned to her department, latent werewolf Ian Becker. Becker can grant her the clearance to find answers, but he’s a wild card with a shady past who doesn’t play well with others.
Every prediction has a loophole, but if Kate can’t solve the case before the crime is fated to occur she won’t just lose her job–she’ll have the blood of an oracle on her hands.



Crimson Shadow: Noir by Nathan Squiers
Xander Stryker wants to die.
Ever since witnessing his mother's murder at the hands of his abusive stepfather when he was a boy, he has spent every day trying to reach that goal. But every night he's denied the death he craves. As his eighteenth birthday approaches, a chance for change is offered when his life is plunged into a supernatural world of vampires and other creatures of darkness.
Caught in the depths of this new reality, mysteries of his vampiric lineage begin to unravel and he's offered the ultimate choice:
Continue on with his wretched human life or begin a new one as the vampire prodigy he was always meant to be.
Unfortunately, the supernatural world can be just as unforgiving and brutal as any other and Xander's choice is met with disastrous consequences.
Now, with little support and even less hope, the chaos of his new world collides with his torturous past and threatens to crush him once and for all.

A Touch of Darkness by Yelena Casale & Tina Moss
Cassie Durrett dreams of the darkness. And lives the nightmare. She's working for a tightwad boss at a pretentious NYC diner, dealing with paralyzing pain that doctors can’t diagnose, and trying to hide her hands that glow purple whenever she ...well, whenever. 
So, when mystery man, Gabe, walks out of her dreams and into her life to spout some nonsense about her being a mythical creature, she chalks it up to one more crazy thing to add to her it’s-a-crappy-life list. Yet, when his predictions start to come true, she'll need his help to beat back the darkness-spawned creatures invading her reality.
Pretty soon Gabe has her running half way across the country in search of answers. As a bond grows between them, Cassie worries not about losing her mind to the paranormal madness, nor her life to hellish monsters. Rather her deepest fear is surrendering her heart to a powerful man fallen from grace. 


See You In Hell by Demelza Carlton
Melody Angel takes a job as a temp at the HELL Corporation. Surrounded by eternal bureaucracy gone mad, demons who love making life miserable, and dying for a decent coffee, it may take a miracle for Mel's mission to succeed. She must find out what evil plans Lucifer and his minions have in store and stop them, using any means necessary.
Adding trouble and temptation to Mel's job is Luce Iblis, the damnably hot CEO, who has set his smouldering eyes on the new office angel and he's determined to claim her, body and soul.
Can ultimate evil and angelic perfection escape a limbo of desire and find a paradise of their own?


BONUS STORY: The Sorcery Code by Dima Zales
Once a respected member of the Sorcerer Council and now an outcast, Blaise has spent the last year of his life working on a special magical object. The goal is to allow anyone to do magic, not just the sorcerer elite. The outcome of his quest is unlike anything he could’ve ever imagined – because, instead of an object, he creates Her.
She is Gala, and she is anything but inanimate. Born in the Spell Realm, she is beautiful and highly intelligent – and nobody knows what she’s capable of. She will do anything to experience the world . . . even leave the man she is beginning to fall for.
Augusta, a powerful sorceress and Blaise’s former fiancée, sees Blaise’s deed as the ultimate hubris and Gala as an abomination that must be destroyed. In her quest to save the human race, Augusta will forge new alliances, becoming tangled in a web of intrigue that stretches further than any of them suspect. She may even have to turn to her new lover Barson, a ruthless warrior who might have an agenda of his own . . .


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