Cover Reveal...

 Hello everyone,

I am happy to show off my new covers for my two of my comedic Gods trilogy. These books will soon be re-leased with Purple Sword Publications.

I have an awesome cover artist who has captured the whimsical nature of the books. I can't be more happy.

Aren't they awesome?

And yes, that really is a flying frog. Every witch has to have a familiar.

Kalliope has it in for her when she wakes up and finds a named man in her bed only to discover that he is a god. Dealing with different deities, serpent haired demons, flying frogs, and trying to live a normal life, she goes on a hair raising adventure this this trilogy. 

New Release: Vampire In the Basement

Out now from Purple Sword Publications 

Blurb:

Not all angels are good.

Tris is one sexy Fallen angel who happens to hunt vampires. Most believe his kind is evil, but he’s actually one of the good guys who happened to be exiled from Heaven. Really, who would want to sit on a puffy cloud all day and watch humans when he can be involved in their lives?

Meanwhile, Daniella has been left to cower in the approaching dawn, praying the hunters won’t discover her. However, the hunters do find her, but spare her life. Her master will stop at nothing to get her back. Tris and Lori have been assigned to protect her. All Tris wants to know is why is she, a vampire, so special he has to keep her safe?

Alone with her, Tris wrestles with his growing feelings, but before he can proclaim them Daniella is spirited away. There is a traitor among the Fallen. Tris must uncover who this is and get Daniella back even if it means laying down his life. What’s an angel to do?

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EXCERPT:

“This is where you’ll stay. The door will be locked, so don’t try to escape. If you need anything, bang on the door. Someone will hear you.”

Tris pushed past her, but she clutched his arm. “You can’t leave me down here all by myself.”

He thought that he heard a bit of distress in her voice, but he had to be imagining it. “Why? Afraid of the dark?”

A scowl painted her lips. She tossed her bouncy curls over her shoulder and stared at him. Daniella stuck her hand on her hip. “No. I’m not afraid of the dark. But you’re...going to leave me down here all alone? Aren’t you concerned that Balthus will come in here and try to spirit me away?”

Tris chuckled. “We don’t have to worry about that here. The property is protected against any demon spawn that might try to come.”

“Why do you abhor me so much?” Daniella asked.

“It’s not you I hate. It’s what you are.” Tris went back up into the kitchen and locked the door behind him. He waited to hear her coming up the stairs and was surprised that his charge did not start banging on the door to be let out. At least she appears to be behaving. What was it that Hemeil saw in her that he was not going to tell me about? Good time to go ask him.

Tris went to the second floor to inquire with his brother angel and knocked on the door that swung open. “Hey, Hem, you in here?”

There was no answer, so he stuck his head in and saw the room was empty. His clothes lay in a heap and were overflowing from the hamper. The bed was messy and the contents of the desk where he had his television was scattered with coins, bills, and bits of paper he must have pulled out of his pockets. A piece of red paper caught his attention. Tris stepped inside, grabbed the paper, and smoothed it out. It was an invitation to some kind of a club. When he saw the address, a cold chill went through him.

“Tris, anything the matter?” Hemeil asked.

Tris shoved the pamphlet into his pocket and turned around, forcing a smile. “No, nothing. I wanted to see what you meant by what you said downstairs with...our guest,” he forced himself to say.

Hemeil nodded. “You don’t have anything to worry about from her. She’s special. I can see it in her eyes. I’m surprised you can’t.”

“What does that mean exactly?”

The other angel slapped him on the back hard enough that it nearly knocked him over. “You’ll see. Try being nice to her.”

“How could I be nice to that creature?” Tris could not help the quiver of disgust that crawled up his
spine.

“Because you judge her by your past; that doesn’t mean she’s the same as the one who lured you to her.”

The memory of the vampire’s face flashed in his mind. Long red curls that framed a round face with innocent eyes. Caillech was the one who had caught his eye, and everything about her had seduced him. Seduced him to the point... He shook his head. It was the past, and he had learned his lesson. He was not going to make the same mistake twice, no matter how much of a beautiful façade the monster put on. She might charm the others, but he had learned his lesson once already, and that was enough.

“They’re all the same. It doesn’t matter if you say she’s different. She’s just like the rest of them.” He walked out of the room and went back to his own. Joe had not told him he had to entertain the vampire, just that he had to watch her and make sure she was taken care of. He could do that, and he would not care in the least if she starved. Tris certainly was not going to provide her with human blood to drink. She would have to do with animal blood. Something in the way of a rat sounded good, or maybe a possum—they were vile creatures—or even a weasel. Something that would keep her going; that was all she needed.

Once inside his room, he slammed the door, turned on the stereo, and slipped on his headphones. The music smashed into his ears and vibrated his brain. Korn helped to drown out his thoughts of the vampire in their basement. Caillech’s face popped into his mind. Even with her innocent eyes, her seductiveness had lured him in. He had never thought he would have been bespelled by her. Tris had never known such beauty and grace in another being. He had given up everything to be by her side. She awoke him to the pleasures of the flesh and so much more than there was in Heaven. The heavy bass filled his head, but it did little to stop his body’s reactions to the memories of Caillech’s hands trailing over his chest. The deft way she knew where to touch him and elicit the most passion with only the slightest brush of her lips along his collarbone or when her tongue flicked over his Adam’s apple. Tris felt his cock firm at the idea of being with her once more.

He closed his eyes and tried to force the images from his mind. A few songs played in his ears, and the CD player switched to something harder. Cradle of Filth pounded into his skull. For the first couple of songs, he was content and in peace listening to the shrieking lead singer. It helped to calm his nerves for a while. When the melody switched to something a little slower, darker, he sensed something in the room with him. Tris glanced down and saw Daniella kneeling before him on the floor. A smile twisted her lips into a seductive smirk. Those lips were more luscious than Caillech’s. He was going to shoo her away, but when she placed a finger to her lips he was struck silent. Daniella slithered up between his legs, trailing her nails over his pants so that the sharpness pierced through the fabric and he could feel them on his flesh. A moan stumbled from his lips when she placed kisses along the inside of his thigh, moving closer to his groin. His dick pressed against the seam of his trousers, yearning to break free of the cloth prison. She walked her fingers over his thighs and pulled his shirt from his waistband, yanking it so it ripped on the bottom.

Tris tried to move, but he was frozen to his chair. He gripped the armrests and tried to fight the pleasure racing through him. All his senses were obliterated with the ecstasy of her light touch from the electricity that singed his nerves.

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Throwback Thursday: A Conspiracy of Ravens

Shape shifters, a rogue banshee, a witch, and a love to last the ages. 

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Cursed forever as a Raven, Tremain can only be human on the days and nights of the full moon. Charged with protecting Maili, he realizes she has gone missing.
Linnea discovers her best friend’s apartment ransacked and a guy holding a severed head. Before she can get an explanation, something slips from the shadows stabbing Tremain, poisoning him.

To save Tremain, she must use her budding magickal powers and get him to his Raven brethren. Will she get him there in time? Will Tremain overcome his curse and save Maili? Or will he be cursed to an even worse hell?


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Excerpt:

Midnight eyes detected a shapely form skipping down the dark alley. Her simple white dress lifted high enough to give any interested male a peek at what she was hiding. Tumbling brown hair framed an oval face with delicate features and cupid lips. Gray eyes marked her appearance as something from another world. Those eyes gazed at him as she climbed the concrete steps at the back of the theater leading to a door which read “Cast Only.” Her hand went to the door, but she stopped as if she sensed something stirring in the alleyway with her like she knew there was something, or someone, watching her.

A raven had perched across the street from the Wang Theater along the perimeter of the tallest building, giving him a good view if anything materialized in the passageway below him. He was so used to his duty he had mastered the art of becoming a statue, appearing as if he were a gargoyle atop the structure. As the girl turned, she looked up and met his onyx eyes. He croaked and blinked as he heard the woman’s voice in his mind.

“Tell Mother I’m perfectly well. I don’t need any of her accursed Warriors watching over me. Go do your duty somewhere else.”

Frustrated, he stretched his wings and fluffed his feathers before answering her. He was not happy keeping an eye on his charge. She was not happy having a caretaker. “Maili, you know I can’t do that. I’m in enough trouble with your mother as it is. I am only doing what I’m told.”

Tremain heard and felt Maili sigh. The vibration shivered his feathers. His ward could shatter glass as she could shatter men’s hearts with the timbre of her voice. The metal of the door handle creaked under her grip. She might have seemed mortal, but she possessed some of the attributes of her mother’s side. Her mother was Betha, Banshee Queen, and the one who doled out the assignments for him and his cursed brethren. It was his punishment for eternity.

Just as Maili loosened her grip on the door and grunted in annoyance at having a feathered bodyguard, he crooned in aggravation. He longed to feel the cool metal of the handle under his touch. The Druid’s gaze traveled skyward. In two days, the moon would be full. It was another affliction of his duty. He was bound to his feathered body for most of the month until the three days of the full moon and on High Holidays, the days when the seasons changed and the those of the Ancient Religion festivals. All in all, he walked among humanity only forty-five days out of three hundred sixty-five. Besides those few blessed days, he was bound to be a raven soaring the skies with his twelve other brothers righting the wrongs of mankind, unless he was assigned to guard over someone. Many of his brothers were protectors of various magickal creatures or humans. Some did not know it.

“I don’t want to get you in trouble, Tremain, but I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself. Mother has to stop worrying about me. Fly away, birdie, so I can get ready for the show. I don’t need your prying eyes on me all the time.”

Don’t shoot the messenger. Tremain groaned. If he went back with that message for Maili’s mother he would find himself turned into a frog or something worse. He was on his last feather of tolerance with the queen. She had ordered him to keep an eye on her daughter since Maili was now attracting attention in the mortal world. Betha wanted to be sure her flesh and blood would not be harmed in any way or would not provide a hint to the real world there was another one walking behind it, veiled in shadows and reflections. Only a few humans sensed it. Those were the ones he and his brethren watched out for and defended if need be. Those were the ones who were linked to this world and the next. Because they were special, they needed unusual guardians. He had been assigned the chore of being caretaker for Maili after a dark sorcerer, who had wanted the witch’s magic and family spells, had killed his last charge.

Tremain had done as he was supposed to do. However, he could not take human form to rescue the fallen witch since the moon was only a sliver. He had cried out into the night for the queen’s guards, but it was too late. Betha had blamed him, giving him a new assignment to protect her daughter. If anything went wrong, he would find his immortal soul in the depths of hell, like a fallen angel, suffering for eternity. Then his curse would seem like a blessing. The raven clapped his beak together in irritation. The queen didn’t know he was already in hell. If she did, Betha didn’t care.

A small breeze stirred the dust on the street. The scent of rain and rotten Chinese food tainted the Boston air. The subway rumbled the building under his talons. Inside the theater, the orchestra was warming up for their performance. Pigeons were on a ledge below him, cooing at the people walking by, hoping for breadcrumbs or a delectable donut. Cars honked as pedestrians claimed the right of way and the lights turned green at the wrong time. Life vibrated all around him. A life he had not been part of for centuries. A tingle started in his tail feathers and spidered its way up his spine. He sensed something in the gloom.

His eyes narrowed, scouring the darkness of the alleyway. The raven willed his vision to shift so he could peer between the worlds and look into the Gray, to see if anyone was hiding, but saw no one. Something was amiss even though no shadow was out of place. The door slammed shut, jarring him back to the present. When he looked back, he saw Maili in the arms of her mortal lover, Jason. Her boy toy played the part of the Scarecrow opposite Maili’s Dorothy in the little production at the Wang. He hissed at the sight.

Love was futile.

It broke hearts and tore apart souls. Tremain knew that firsthand. He had suffered through it centuries ago when his beloved had killed herself and he had been blamed for her demise. He ruffled his feathers as he pushed his mind away from Beatrice. Lingering in the past did no good, and he was not ready to have his ass kicked by the queen’s guards. Smiling to himself, he jumped off the building and let his feathers catch the updraft. For a frozen moment, he hung in the air like a captured shadow. This was the only thing he cherished about his situation. The sense of freedom he had when he flew. Nothing could touch him. The ability to soar above the land, the people, the problems humans caused gave him the one slice of enjoyment he had in his long, drawn out eternity.

The draft stopped, and he started to drop. He brought his wings close to his body to build speed. Aiming for the surfer wannabe, he extended his claws as the nest of blond hair called to him. Uttering a shrill scream, the boy looked up and covered his face with his hands to protect his plastic-surgery good looks. Tremain laughed, which came out as a cackle. He loved messing with mortals. He curbed his talons at the last moment, barely grazing the boy’s arms. Nothing to worry about. However, as he settled on the dumpster across the way, Maili shot him a look. If it were her decision, he would be lunch for the queen’s demonic hounds and stuffing for a pillow. He did nothing, but started preening his blue-black feathers and then looked at her innocently.

“It’s not my fault your boyfriend is an idiot. He’s only using you to further his career. Have a great romp with him. Fuck him till his balls shrivel up, and then drop him. He does not love you,” Tremain remarked.

“And what do you know of love?”

His gaze hardened as did his thoughts. “I know enough to avoid it. It’s not worth wrapping your heart around someone to have it crushed. In the end, it’s better to have an empty heart, because if you don’t, you’ll find yourself wishing you had. Toss him aside, girlie.”

Maili ignored his remarks and consoled her distraught lover, who was frantically checking his face for any blemish. The two finally entered the theater to get ready for the show. Tremain had heard her boyfriend croon as badly as a sick cat in his role. Whatever his charge saw in Jason, he did not know. Finally, the druid decided to resume his perch on the building across the street. Once he settled against the concrete exterior, he became a gargoyle once again, blending in with the darkness. His coal eyes searched the night, looking for the disturbance he had sensed earlier, but he found nothing save the growing smog-covered moon and the humans walking the street below. 

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Thowback Thursday: Turning Ash

 Hello everyone, It's a new feature on my Blog. Throwback Thursday taking a look at some of my past books to whet your appetite until the new ones come out.

 Today is Turning Ash. Vampires, psychics, and evil abound in this book.

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After a year, Ashling is finally going to meet Devlin in person. Devilishly handsome, he’s haunted her dreams ever since she saw his picture. However, their first meeting doesn’t go as planned. Nearly killed by a vampire hunter, Ashling is pulled into a dark world she never thought existed. One where vampires are real.

Devlin isn’t the man he purports to be and Markus, his sire, has another agenda for Ashling. On the run from the hunters, she finds herself in a new city and with a die hard attraction to Markus that she can’t shake. Trying to blend in and forget about vampires, she’s dragged back into their blood soaked world. And then the hunters find her once more.

Will Devlin come to her rescue? Will Markus reveal his true intentions? Or will the hunters get what they really came for?


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Excerpt:

Ashling stared at the pale stranger before her. If she hadn’t seen a picture of him, she never would’ve believed that Devlin was standing there. She wouldn’t have committed to meeting him in person unless she had talked to him on the phone first. Before that, there were hundreds of text messages and emails where she had spilled her heart out to this man. He didn’t judge her for the choices she made. Moreover, their long talks had blossomed into a good friendship. Finally, he suggested they should meet.

Half shrouded in shadows, Devlin leaned against the glass of the empty coffee shop. His shoulder-length hair was caught back in a ponytail. The illumination of the lights made his skin even paler than in his snapshot. A strand of hair, escaping the binding of the elastic, played along his high cheekbones in the gentle breeze. He was even more beautiful in real life than staring at his photograph. Ashling had committed his image to memory just in case she woke up and the photo was somehow gone.

She stood on the corner, still in the shadows, feeling the energy of the environment playing on her skin. She drew in the strength of the night, letting it warm her and feed her deep hunger. This man was also a psychic vampire. She licked her lips. Part of her wondered if she blinked would Devlin disappear? My nerves are getting the better of me. Maybe I shouldn’t do this. There were many stories of women meeting strange men from the Internet, and the women were never heard from again. She gripped the sides of her skirt and wiped her sweaty palms on the fabric. She sucked on her tongue ring, pushing it up and down inside her mouth, and clinked it against her teeth. Even her toes shook. This is ridiculous. He won’t hurt me. I’ve been talking to him for over a year now. I know him.

“Yeah, but how much do you know him?” Christa’s voice echoed in her mind.

More than I ever knew you before I told you what I was. And that didn’t stop you from hanging around me. Ashling dismissed her friend’s statement and drew in a breath. She pushed up her glasses. Car headlights blinded her, so she threw up her hand to protect her eyes from the glare and withdrew further into the velvet darkness concealing her even from Devlin’s eyes. Her eyeteeth tingled. A slow burn unwound in the pit of her stomach. This isn’t good. It meant her hunger was unsatisfied. The energy of the night wasn’t helping. Ashling had fed before she came to meet Devlin. Christa had allowed her to draw in some of her energy before she left. Normally, Ashling liked to feed while she was asleep and dreamwalking, but tonight her nerves were burning through the energy. She ran her tongue over her teeth and willed the hunger away. At times like this, when her hunger raged, it seemed she possessed actual fangs.

Smoothing the fabric of her skirt one more time, she stepped into the dim light of the café. Devlin wasn’t there. Somehow he had disappeared in the few seconds she blocked her eyes from the oncoming headlights. She turned and searched Massachusetts Avenue for him. If he was playing with her, there were too many shadows for him to be concealed in. Shit. He must have thought I wasn’t going to show and left. Regret consumed Ashling. Maybe it was all my imagination. Maybe I didn’t really see him.

A deep laugh erupted next to her ear, a velvet purr; she wasn’t sure it was coming from a human throat. Ashling spun around and found Devlin now resting against the telephone pole, gazing straight at her. A wide grin spread on his sensuous lips. The smile made him more breathtaking than the dark brooding photo he had sent her. A ladder of silver hoops hung in both of his ears. His smoky eyes were surrounded by long onyx lashes. A sprinkling of stubble ran along his chin. In the picture, his face was angled down so she hadn’t seen his eyes that closely.

“Devlin?”

“Ashling.”

Her throat went dry while she struggled to find the right words. Here was the guy, her savior sometimes, who had listened to her and helped her through the horrible bouts of hunger she’d had, the depression, and the rejection she’d experienced over the past year. It wasn’t easy being a psychic vampire in the world. Most of the populace thought she was insane for being what she was. When she finally found a small niche to belong to, a whole new world had opened up. She had discovered kindred souls among the online communities. There was always the possibility they were yanking her chain, but she was good at reading people. Just as she’d read Devlin the first time she had gotten a personal IM from him.

* * * *

When Devlin’s instant message box popped up, she was browsing some threads on a message board. She had almost ignored it, but something in the way he phrased his question intrigued her. His icon on the forum was a smiley face. Most of the logos reflected something of their owners’ dark personalities. Hers was a little picture of one of her Living Dead Dolls, Lilith to be exact. The smiley face should’ve turned her off, but staring at the blinking cursor while he waited for a response, Ashling studied his introductory question. It read:

“Are you happy, Ashling?”

Was she happy? What an inane question to ask. Of course she was happy. Her fingers poised on the keyboard of her laptop ready to make some snide reply, but the query echoed through her thoughts. Was she happy? She had a boyfriend. She was keeping the hunger at bay. She had a job she liked. Her roommate was great. There were no problems in her life and the online community was revealing more psychic vampires every day. Even though she was finding them, a small part of her never felt they were completely like her.

So she typed her response. “Most of the time.”

“What about right at this moment? If you could capture it and freeze it, would you be happy?”

“Yes,” she replied, but doubt lingered in her mind.

There was a pause, as if he was laughing. A low chuckle echoed through her darkened bedroom. I’m hearing things. It’s my imagination giving this crazy guy a personality.

“I’m not so sure about that.”

“Why? Can you make me happy?”

“I don’t know. I was only posing the question. I love to make people think.”

Ashling snorted when she read the response. He certainly made her think. “Well, are YOU happy?”

“Of course. I’ve just met you.”

Blood rushed to her cheeks. Why am I blushing? I don’t know this guy from a hole in the wall? He could be a depraved serial killer for all she knew. “Well, that’s nice of you to say, but you don’t know me.”

“But I want to know you.”

“Well, I don’t want to know you.” Ashling closed the lid of her laptop, shutting off the contact with the mysterious IMer. For the rest of the day, their small conversation stuck in her head. Even while she was at work pouring drinks, the band on stage couldn’t pull her mind off the conversation. When she arrived home that night, exhausted, smelling like cheap beer and cigarettes, she opened her laptop. The little white box remained, waiting for her to reply. She shook her head and closed the computer again. If the guy really wanted to talk, then he would have to wait until she had showered and gotten a little shut-eye.



* * * *


“Are you daydreaming?”

Ashling blushed and looked away. She had completely tuned Devlin out. “Sorry.”

“No need to apologize. You’ve always been so down to earth when we talk and not up in the clouds.” Annoyance peppered his voice. Devlin lived a few hundred miles away in New York City, while she was in Boston. They had arranged the meeting a few weeks ago when they both had a few days off, so she didn’t want him to think his trip was a waste of time.

She shook her head. “I’m not, really. I was just thinking about the first time we met. When you IM’ed me and asked me if I was happy.”

“Are you?”

“Yes.”

He smiled this time, which lit up his dark eyes. Ashling bit her lip harder, tasting blood. Fantasies of her and Devlin threatened to overwhelm her, but she had a boyfriend. She and Evan had dated for three years now. They were good together. He was a normal college student, but underneath his Polos and khakis lived a rocker with some outrageous tattoos. Ashling hadn’t told him about her nature, and he wasn’t pleased when she informed him that Devlin was meeting with her.

“Why don’t we go inside? It’s getting a little chilly out here.”

She nodded and headed toward the café. Ashling reached for the door, but Devlin got it first. Blood seared her cheeks, hurting her face from blushing so hard. She’d had butterflies in her stomach on the subway ride over, but those fluttery little insects had morphed into dive-bombing hawks, churning her stomach. She ducked inside, glad the interior of the café was dim. There were plenty of nooks and crannies where she could hide, especially upstairs. They walked to the counter. She got a hot chocolate with shaved dark chocolate on top of the whipped cream. Devlin ordered peppermint tea. He didn’t seem the type who went with tea. She assumed he was a hardcore kinda guy who drank his coffee black. Devlin followed her up the winding staircase to her favorite spot next to the window. Tonight she paid no mind to the bustling street below because she was too enamored with having Devlin here in the flesh. Part of her yearned to reach out, touch him and fling her body against his to feel if he was solid. Devlin slid into the chair across from her, careful for not even his boot to bump her knee under the small table.

Ashling poked at the dark chocolate slivers with her spoon, not able to meet his eyes yet. She tried to keep her hands steady. What do we talk about? I’ve told him all my secrets. He knows so much about me. Even more than Evan. Devlin could be my best girlfriend. She tried to place her spoon on the rim of the saucer, but it clattered and spattered her with hot chocolate droplets.

“Shit,” she muttered. Her right eye started to twitch. Ashling grabbed a napkin, dabbing at the spots on her cheek and then on the table. Devlin’s fingers landed on the white napkin, pinning it to the wooden surface still leaving centimeters between them.

“Ashling, focus.” His voice was soft yet commanding. She dared a look into his smoldering eyes. They reached into her soul and captured her. She drew in a breath, nearly choking on the air. The heat from his fingers brushed against her flesh and enticed the hunger. The temptation to pierce his aura and drain it slowly, savoring it, pressed on her mind. Her teeth ached again. His gaze held hers, but she regained control and finally looked away.

“Sorry, Devlin. I’m normally not this discombobulated when I meet new people.”

“I don’t bite, Ashling.”

She laughed. “You could if you wanted too.” Devlin also professed to drinking blood on occasion, but mostly he got by on energy the way she did.

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Defying Pack Law – Eve Langlais Dana fled her pack and their laws to live on her terms, but the price of defiance was her happiness. Could it be that now older and wiser, she can accept the Lycan menage way of life? Or will jealousy and fear send her running again?

Surrounded by Pleasure - Mandy Harbin Attorney Krista Owens hopes to lose some inhibition and maybe, finally, her virginity, but she doesn’t know the men she’ll be staying with are mountain lion shifters whose instinct to mate with any available woman can turn deadly, or that the moment Toby Woods sees her his feral side will stop at nothing to have her.

Juneau Heat – Tressie Lockwood Shiya’s been chatting up Birk Rider online and agrees to meet him in face-to-face in Juneau, Alaska. When Birk suggests a threesome with her taking on him and his buddy Kotori Munro, she can’t say no to the sexy bear shifters, even if her family of hunters wants them dead.

Lycan Lover – S. K. Yule A party turns deadly, and Karen is stalked into the dark night. Ancient lycan, Anthony, saves her, and an instant, undeniable chemistry ignites between them. But will the fire last after Karen sustains a bite from a rogue, and she finds out Anthony is something she thought only existed in horror stories?

Three Fur All - Crymsyn Hart October has escaped her kidnappers only to run into the arms of two very sexy wolves. The more Mika and Elliot fight their growing attraction to her, the more they desire to show October a howling good time. Together they will risk everything to save the woman they love before everything explodes around them.

Theirs to Claim - LeTeisha Newton Zelina thought she was sworn off dating--until she woke up between a naked set of twins. Rion and Quin are determined to prove that Zelina is their mate in any way they can. If that means keeping her in bed--under them, over them, or between them--so be it. 

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Shifter Seduction Boxed Set Sneak Peak: Lycan Lover by S.K. Yule

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After her last boyfriend hid the fact he was married, Karen Samson decides to take a break from dating. Lately she’s burned out and bored with the daily humdrum routine of life. The only thing breathing spice into her ordinary existence is erotic dreams of a sexy green-eyed man.

After suffering years of loneliness, Anthony Wolfson finds his mate, Karen Samson. The problem; he’s werewolf, she’s human. His instincts scream to claim her. His need to protect urges him to woo her. Unbeknown to him, fate has another plan for them involving a young, cocky werewolf and a dark alley.

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Dana fled her pack and their laws to live on her terms, but the price of defiance was her happiness.

Pack law states Lycan females must be shared by two or more males, but young and in love, Dana flees rather than be forced into a ménage. Her life on the run, constantly on guard, has no room for happiness. When her past catches up and brings her back to the home she fled, she finds herself reevaluating her beliefs. To her surprise, she discovers her body and inner wolf want to claim three males.

Could it be that now older and wiser, she can accept the Lycan polyamorous way of life? Or will jealousy and fear send her running again?

Warning: Reading this book may find you panting for three werewolves of your own. Please talk to your doctor before attempting the foursome scene portrayed in this book.

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Krista Owens is an attorney who works too much and plays too little. When her colleague, Mikaela, requests her assistance for a month on the Woods estate, hinting that her brothers-in-law are all hot with commitment phobias, Krista agrees to tell the guys she has a boyfriend, hoping to finally lose her virginity.

Toby Woods doesn’t want anything to do with Krista, but watching his brothers fight over her ignites his feral side. He wants her, and he’ll stop at nothing to have her.

He knows it’s temporary, but will he be able to let her go when it’s time?