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Witches and Wolves 4: Avalanche

Hello! It’s hard to believe summer is almost over. It’s a little strange that my August release is set in the heart of winter, but that’s when Witches and Wolves: Avalanche takes place.

I hope you enjoy the following excerpt!

Kate/Saloni

Witches and Wolves 4: Avalanche

by Saloni Quinby

(M/M/F Shapeshifter)

From Changeling Press

Torrance – For ten years he’s battled demons alone. A warrior witch whose magic drives him to absorb sexual energy, he’s lived in exile from his coven, banished for a mistake of his youth.

Chloe – Thrust into a world of demons, she has just discovered her magical powers, but will she survive to explore them?

Tyler – A lone werewolf vacationing in the wilds of Canada, he never expected to fall in love, until he meets two desperate witches.

The three join forces against demons bent on taking over the world. Chloe and Tyler use their sexual energy to empower Torrance–witch, warrior and a man longing for love.

The following excerpt from Avalanche is for readers 18 and over.

Torrance awoke gasping and sweaty. His back stung from the demon’s claws. He had a pounding headache and still felt exhausted though by the dimness of the room he must have been asleep for at least a couple of hours. The wood in the fireplace glowed red, but the room was still fairly warm–or perhaps it just felt that way since the nightmare left him overheated.

He heard voices from the kitchen–Chloe and a deep male voice that sent a pang of fear through him until he remembered their unwanted guest.

He stood and groaned. Hell, he was in his early thirties but he felt about seventy. His sustained use of magic over the past month without recharging was like running a marathon every day without ever taking sustenance . He couldn’t last like this forever. Time was running out in more ways than one.

He walked to the kitchen and lurked in the doorway. Chloe and Tyler sat facing each other at the breakfast table. Both looked determined and Chloe looked almost angry, her dark eyes blazing.

“You’re still here?” Torrance said to Tyler.

The wolf–now in human form and surprisingly handsome–turned to him and raised an eyebrow.

“You didn’t think I’d actually leave without knowing what you’re doing here?”

“I’m not inclined to satisfy your curiosity,” Torrance replied.

“It’s all right,” the wolf said. “Chloe told me everything.”

Rage shot through Torrance. His fists clenched and he glared at her. “I can’t believe you’d–”

“He’s lying,” she said. “I didn’t tell him anything.”

Torrance reined in his anger and glanced at the wolf. “Oh, I nearly slid into that one. I’m not at my best at the moment.”

“I noticed. In fact you look worse than before your nap. Tell me what the problem is and I might be able to help.”

“Since when do werewolves know anything about magic? Your kind frown on it, am I right?”

“You’re generalizing, so in this case you’re wrong. I’m not an expert on magic, but I have acquaintances who are.”

“Good for you, but it will take more than that for me to trust you. For all I know your friends could be on the wrong side.”

“The wrong side?” Tyler pressed.

“We’re done answering your questions. I’m sorry I buried you in the snow. Thank you for helping me home, but my hospitality just ran out. I’m going upstairs for a shower. When I come back you’d better be gone or this will get ugly.”

Torrance turned to leave, but paused at Chloe’s gasp.

“Shit, what happened to your back?” she demanded.

Straining to glance behind him, Torrance reached around and felt warm stickiness on his torn shirt.

“That wasn’t there earlier,” the wolf said. His big hands fell lightly on Torrance’s shoulders.

“Hey,” Torrance snapped, trying to pull away, but the wolf’s grip tightened.

“Calm down,” the wolf said. “You’re going to need help cleaning these. You might even need stitches. How did this happen?”

“None of your business.”

“It’s the nightmares, isn’t it?” Chloe asked.

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Excerpt 2 from Avalanche by Saloni Quinby

Avalanche

by Saloni Quinby

(Witches and Wolves 4)

M/M/F Shapeshifter

Coming soon from Changeling Press

 

The following excerpt from Avalanche is for readers 18 and over.

 

It was cold inside, but Tyler started a fire.

 

“Got anything to eat around here?” Chloe asked.

 

“I have some stuff in the kitchen.” Tyler pointed to the door at the far end of the room.

Another doorway to the right led to the bedroom. From where he sat on the cozy plaid couch, Torrance could see the neatly made bed and an oak dresser.

 

“Help yourself to whatever I’ve got,” Tyler continued. “I hadn’t planned to be around for a couple of weeks at least, so I’ll need to get more food.”

 

Chloe disappeared into the kitchen.

 

Once Tyler got the fire going, he joined Torrance on the couch.

 

“What did you tell Andre to get him to trust you?”

 

“The truth.”

 

“Care to clue me in?”

 

Torrance sighed and closed his eyes.

 

Calloused fingertips brushed his neck and his eyes flew open. He found himself staring into Tyler’s dark ones.

 

“Sometimes I’d like to take a piece out of Riley. Arrogant prick.” Tyler continued stroking Torrance’s neck.

 

“Don’t.”

 

“Sorry.” Tyler dropped his hand. “Didn’t mean to offend you.”

 

“You didn’t. It’s just. . .” Torrance swallowed. “You must know by now that getting close to me can be. . .My energy is low right now. I’m liable to take it any way I can get it.”

 

“That’s what I’m here for, Torrance. To help.”

 

Their gazes met and Torrance’s heart skipped a beat. This was the second time Tyler was offering himself as a power source. The first time at the clinic, Torrance wasn’t sure exactly what he’d meant, but this time there was no mistaking the hunky wolf’s words.

 

“Tyler, are you offering yourself to me?” Torrance asked with a faint smile.

 

“Excuse me?” Chloe demanded, approaching with three steaming mugs. “He’s offering himself? I thought I did first.”

 

Torrance raised an eyebrow. He’d once had a power source, matched to him by his coven. When Leta had turned to the world of demons, he’d recharged by leeching the sexual energy of others, through watching at pleasure houses–a method that sickened and degraded him. He’d waited until he became desperate, unable to continue his fight against demons without replenishing his magical energy.

 

When he’d met Chloe, he couldn’t leave her, even to recharge, lest the demons attack in his absence. He was about as desperate for energy as he’d ever been and had never expected two people would argue over supplying him.

 

“Fine. It’s his preference,” Tyler said. “I just figured wolf energy might increase his strength.”

 

Chloe looked a bit hurt. “You might be right, but–“

 

Torrance laughed.

 

“What’s so funny?” Tyler demanded.

 

“This is bizarre, having two people offering themselves as a power source.”

 

“Which one do you want?” Tyler asked bluntly.

 

“Can I be greedy and have both?” Torrance suggested playfully.

 

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Excerpt from Storm Stallion

Storm Stallion

by Kate Hill

Book 8 in the Horsemen Series

(M/F Shapeshifter)

Release Date:  July 18, 2014

Blurb:

From the moment Ivan rescued Bala from the inferno that wiped out her village, he has been in love with her. Knowing the young widow’s heart belongs to her husband who died from the Horseman Plague, he struggles to keep his passion for her a secret.

Bala is burdened by guilt over the lustful fantasies she’s been having about the handsome Fighting Carrier. When he surprises them both by asking her to marry him, she accepts. With Ivan she enjoys a sexual freedom she has never experienced before. Despite their love for each other, their marriage is threatened by the shadow of her first husband.

Ivan and Bala realize they’re meant to be together, but first they have to find their way back to each other.

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The following excerpt from Storm Stallion is for readers 18 and over.

“I truly miss a pleasure flight at dusk,” Bala said, gazing skyward. “There’s nothing quite like soaring through the skies at this time.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Ivan said. “I’d have taken you.”

Bala glanced at him with a slight smile. “I’ve never really talked about it since–”

She didn’t need to continue. Apparently she and Ajay had flown together often in the evenings.

“It won’t be the same as with Ajay, but we could fly if you like,” he ventured.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Violeta said. “Go ahead, Bala. Grigori and I are here. We’ll stay with Reena. She’s having fun playing with Alexi. You should enjoy yourself too.”

Bala looked pensive but eagerness glistened in her dark eyes. “I really shouldn’t.”

“Go,” Grigori urged. “It’s a good night for a pleasure flight.”

“But–”

“You’ve ridden Ivan before. He’s a smoother flyer,” Violeta said.

“But there’s always been a reason. I mean a destination.” Bala stammered a bit, then glanced at Ivan. “It is a nice night though.”

“Yes. I’m afraid I don’t have any tack with me.”

“I couldn’t possibly ride you without–”

“You can borrow mine,” Grigori said.

Grigori was rangier than Ivan, but his tack would serve for a short pleasure flight.

“You see.” Ivan smiled and held Bala’s gaze. “We have no excuses.”

“Apparently.” She glanced at Violeta and Grigori who pretended to look innocent. “I’ll change my clothes.”

“I’ll help you with the saddle.” Grigori walked to the fence where he had left his saddle and harness.

“I don’t think she wants to go,” Ivan said as he adjusted the harness and slipped it on. Harnesses fit over a Horseman’s man-torso for a rider to hold in flight.

“She does,” Grigori told him, shaking out his blanket. He placed it and the saddle on

Ivan’s back.

“Didn’t seem like it.”

“Just enjoy the flight. You both worry too much.”

A short time later, Bala stepped out of the cottage. She’d placed a light cloak over her dress and wore boots instead of shoes. Her long hair was braided down her back. The style made her look young and innocent. Ivan’s gut clenched. He longed to feel her on his back. He fantasized about them flying without tack. Her legs would hug his equine sides and she would cling to his man-torso, her soft breasts pressing against him.

Wait.

If he kept thinking this way, he’d become aroused and while wearing his beast-half there would be no hiding it. Not only would it be terribly embarrassing, but Bala would probably never speak to him again.

“Ready?” Ivan asked with a smile. He extended his hand to her and after a moment’s hesitation, she approached and mounted with ease. Having been married to a Horseman, Bala was an excellent rider with no fear of flight.

Ivan nearly closed his eyes and sighed with pleasure. He loved having her on his back.

“We won’t be long,” Bala said to Grigori and Violeta.

“Take your time,” Violeta said. “We’re not in a rush.”

“See.” Ivan grinned and glanced at her over his shoulder. “No rush. Where would you like to go?”

“I don’t know.”

“Then I’ll surprise you.”

“You always seem to,” she teased.

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Hello and an Excerpt from Avalanche

Good morning! I hope you’re having a great weekend so far. Thank you for stopping by the release party. Today I have two books to talk about. One is Storm Stallion, the eighth story in my Horsemen series. The other is Avalanche, the fourth story in my Witches and Wolves series (writing as Saloni Quinby). 

To enter for the chance to win a pdf download of either Storm Stallion or Avalanche (do be delivered after it releases next week), leave a comment. At the end of the party, one winner will be chosen a random from the entries. To enter you must be 18 or over.

I hope you enjoy the following excerpt from Avalanche.

I’m looking forward to the party today!

Thank you,

Kate/Saloni

Avalanche

(Witches and Wolves 4)

by Saloni Quinby

M/M/F Erotic Shapeshifter

Coming soon from Changeling Press.

Torrance – For ten years he’s battled demons alone. A warrior witch whose magic drives him to absorb sexual energy, he’s lived in exile from his coven, banished for a mistake of his youth.

Chloe – Thrust into a world of demons, she has just discovered her magical powers, but will she survive to explore them?

Tyler – A lone werewolf vacationing in the wilds of Canada, he never expected to fall in love, until he meets two desperate witches.

The three join forces against demons bent on taking over the world. Chloe and Tyler use their sexual energy to empower Torrance–witch, warrior and a man longing for love.

The following excerpt from Avalanche is for readers 18 and over.

Torrance awoke gasping and sweaty. His back stung from the demon’s claws. He had a pounding headache and still felt exhausted though by the dimness of the room he must have been asleep for at least a couple of hours. The wood in the fireplace glowed red, but the room was still fairly warm–or perhaps it just felt that way since the nightmare left him overheated.

He heard voices from the kitchen–Chloe and a deep male voice that sent a pang of fear through him until he remembered their unwanted guest.

He stood and groaned. Hell, he was in his early thirties but he felt about seventy. His sustained use of magic over the past month without recharging was like running a marathon every day without ever taking sustenance . He couldn’t last like this forever. Time was running out in more ways than one.

He walked to the kitchen and lurked in the doorway. Chloe and Tyler sat facing each other at the breakfast table. Both looked determined and Chloe looked almost angry, her dark eyes blazing.

“You’re still here?” Torrance said to Tyler.

The wolf–now in human form and surprisingly handsome–turned to him and raised an eyebrow.

“You didn’t think I’d actually leave without knowing what you’re doing here?”

“I’m not inclined to satisfy your curiosity,” Torrance replied.

“It’s all right,” the wolf said. “Chloe told me everything.”

Rage shot through Torrance. His fists clenched and he glared at her. “I can’t believe you’d–“

“He’s lying,” she said. “I didn’t tell him anything.”

Torrance reined in his anger and glanced at the wolf. “Oh, I nearly slid into that one. I’m not at my best at the moment.”

“I noticed. In fact you look worse than before your nap. Tell me what the problem is and I might be able to help.”

“Since when do werewolves know anything about magic? Your kind frown on it, am I right?”

“You’re generalizing, so in this case you’re wrong. I’m not an expert on magic, but I have acquaintances who are.”

“Good for you, but it will take more than that for me to trust you. For all I know your friends could be on the wrong side.”

“The wrong side?” Tyler pressed.

“We’re done answering your questions. I’m sorry I buried you in the snow. Thank you for helping me home, but my hospitality just ran out. I’m going upstairs for a shower. When I come back you’d better be gone or this will get ugly.”

Torrance turned to leave, but paused at Chloe’s gasp.

“Shit, what happened to your back?” she demanded.

Straining to glance behind him, Torrance reached around and felt warm stickiness on his torn shirt.

“That wasn’t there earlier,” the wolf said. His big hands fell lightly on Torrance’s shoulders.

“Hey,” Torrance snapped, trying to pull away, but the wolf’s grip tightened.

“Calm down,” the wolf said. “You’re going to need help cleaning these. You might even need stitches. How did this happen?”

“None of your business.”

“It’s the nightmares, isn’t it?” Chloe asked.

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Happy Halloween and Excerpt from (M/M) In Too Deep

Happy Halloween! I hope you have a safe, fun holiday.

Getting into the spirit, here’s an excerpt from my new release, In Too Deep. It takes place at a masquerade party during which the heroes really start getting to know each other.

Hope you enjoy it!

Kate

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Daring Domanicos: In Too Deep

by Saloni Quinby

From Changeling Press

At that moment, both their gazes riveted toward the entrance through which an absolutely gorgeous glam rocker had stepped. His black hair was teased up and tipped with glitter. He wore skintight black pants and thick-soled black boots that added several inches to his tall frame. The sheer black vest he wore did practically nothing to hide his beautifully muscled torso. A fierce-looking dragon was either painted or tattooed on his chest. From this distance, Keith couldn’t tell. Most of his face was covered by huge black sunglasses, but there was absolutely no mistaking Tucker.

Thomas gave a low whistle, then he turned to Keith with a knowing grin, patted him on the shoulder and said, “Happy hunting.”

Thomas walked away and Keith felt a bit funny. Was his attraction to Tucker that obvious? Yet by how many people were glancing in the lifeguard’s direction, Keith wasn’t the only one who found him stunning.

As Tucker walked to the main floor, several people approached him. One guy wearing a super-butch lumberjack costume exchanged words with Tucker, then reached out and caressed his gorgeous chest. Keith’s gut tightened with jealousy.

He told himself not to be ridiculous. He had no claim on Tucker and probably never would. Not with so many guys who were ten times sexier than Keith all over him. Like his svelte body could compete with the lumberjack’s bodybuilder muscles.

Oh great. Now Tucker was talking to a shirtless, kilt-clad stud who made anyone with eyes want to book a flight to the Highlands. Keith recognized him as one of Tucker’s fellow lifeguards, Dillon.

Curling his lip, Keith headed toward the bar. He didn’t have a chance. It was time for a drink.

Then he paused.

The hell it was.

He constantly told people to have confidence and go for what they wanted, that if they didn’t find themselves worthy, no one else would either. Yet here was the gutsy advice columnist about to crawl into a bottle of tequila because he was afraid to let a guy know he was interested.

So what if he wasn’t a muscle-bound stuntman? If Tucker hadn’t been interested in him at all, why had he approached him at lunch a couple of days ago?

Taking a deep breath, he composed himself before turning around and — crashing directly into Tucker’s gorgeous chest. With the thick-soled boots, he now towered over Keith. And damn he smelled fantastic! His fresh, citrus-scented cologne made Keith want to sniff him all over, at least for starters.

“Whoa. Sorry,” Tucker said, lightly grasping Keith’s shoulders. “Didn’t mean to crowd you. I just wanted to say hi.”

Keith grinned and glanced up at Tucker. “You recognize me.”

“Hell yeah.” Tucker chuckled. “You look amazing, Keith. Great costume.”

“Yours too. I like this.” Keith swept a finger over the dragon on Tucker’s chest. It was sort of a bold move that made him tingle all over. He hoped Tucker would welcome the touch.

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Excerpt: Combustion 1 – In Heat by Kate Hill

Hello! Happy anniversary to The Romance Studio! Looks like everyone is having a great time at the party.

This month the first story in my new sci-fi series, Combustion, will be released by Changeling Press. I hope you enjoy the following excerpt from Combustion 1: In Heat.

Thank you!

Kate

ImageCombustion 1: In Heat

by Kate Hill

Coming in September from Changeling Press

Blurb:

It’s Wyatt’s time of the month and he’s scorching hot!

When Zoey temporarily moves in with her friend Justin, the last thing she expects is to find a hunk across the hall. Wyatt is as hot as his red hair, but to a woman whose career has always come first, she isn’t sure if she should hook up with him, no matter how badly she wants to. What Zoey doesn’t know is Wyatt is a shipwrecked alien whose monthly sexual cycle will literally burn him alive if he doesn’t mate.

Wyatt not only desires Zoey, he needs her to survive, but he fears that the scent induced by his cycle is luring her into his arms. Though desperate to survive, he wants a willing partner. When passion finally overtakes them, he knows he must tell her the truth, but will she accept an alien lover?

The following excerpt from Combustion 1: In Heat is for readers 18 and over.

Lightly grasping her waist, he tugged her between his spread legs.

“Wyatt,” she managed to whisper, but that was the only word she got out before he cupped the back of her head and kissed her.

Bracing her hands against his rock-hard shoulders, she vaguely noticed how hot he was again, his skin almost burning.

Her arousal bordered on painful. The pressure of his firm, slightly moist lips against hers turned her on even more. Moaning softly, she opened her lips to his tongue, allowing him to plunder her mouth.

Damn this man could kiss! His tongue teased hers and Zoey’s met it with hungry strokes. She tightened her fingers in his thick, damp hair.

Groaning, Wyatt broke their kiss only to nuzzle her neck. His surprisingly soft beard tickled her sensitive skin.

Zoey’s hands roamed over his strong shoulders and back. She trailed her fingertips up and down his sweat-slicked spine.

“Zoey,” he breathed and tugged her onto the bed with him. She knew she should refuse, but he was kissing her neck again. His long-fingered hand rested on her hip. He stroked it lightly, moving to her ribs, then he cupped her breast.

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Excerpt from Revenge of the Court Jester

ImageRevenge of the Court Jester is currently $0.99 in ebook at Ellora’s Cave! 

Revenge of the Court Jester

by Kate Hill

Format(s): Ebook

Heat Level: Erotic

Pairing(s): M/F

Genre/Themes: Vampires

Length: Novel

Purchase Link: Ellora’s Cave

Blurb:

With a body from heaven and a face from hell, Sadavis Baptista balances between two lives–one as a prize-fighting sculptor and another as a special forces agent for the vampire Network.

By chance Esmeralda Giordano finds herself at a professional fighting match where she is instantly attracted to a magnificent beast of a man known to fans as “The Court Jester”.

It’s lust at first sight for Sadavis and Esmeralda, but their budding love affair is cut short when he is betrayed by a fellow agent. Imprisoned, tortured and near death, Sadavis performs a dangerous magical spell that prevents him from supplying information to his enemies. The effects of this spell linger long after he is set free. Sadavis’ mind slowly fractures and he must depend on Esmeralda to help him regain his sanity. Will their love be strong enough or will Sadavis be lost forever?

The following excerpt from REVENGE OF THE COURT JESTER is for readers 18 and over.

Rage flooded Esmeralda from head to toe when Naldo’s heavy hand closed over her biceps. She’d stuck around, hoping for another glimpse of Sadavis, but of course the blond shit-head had been the one to approach her.

“Get your paw off me, buddy,” she snarled, knowing her eyes must be glowing vampiric red with fury.

His fingers dug harder. She reached for her drink on the counter and flung it glass and all in his face.

“Bitch!” He wiped wine from his eyes.

“Conti, aren’t you growing quite weary of losing fights tonight?”

Esmeralda’s pulse skipped at the sound of that chocolaty voice. She and Naldo glanced at Sadavis who stood nearby, his stance relaxed while at the same time looking like that of a male lion ready to defend his pride. His hair was down this time. Thick, straight and black, it framed his face like a mane, further completing the leonine image.

“Mind your own business, Baptista. It was a bad night for me. Next time–“

“I don’t give a damn about next time. What I care about is your paw. I believe the woman asked you to take it off her.”

Naldo’s teeth ground, but he stepped away from Esmeralda, growled softly at Sadavis and stalked out of the club. Obviously he didn’t want to risk a fight with the Court Jester outside the ring.

Esmeralda drew a deep breath, still irritated, and snapped, “I can take care of myself.”

Sadavis’ piercing gaze fixed on her, almost making her jump. “You’re welcome.”

He turned away and she realized how rude she must have sounded. After all it wasn’t him she was angry with, but Conti.

“I’m sorry,” she called. “Thanks for the help.”

He paused and glanced over his shoulder. “I can see you’re capable of taking care of yourself but I thought a little backup couldn’t hurt anyone.”

Feeling a bit sheepish, she smiled slightly and nodded, then sat and ordered another drink.

Sadavis sat on one of the stools halfway down the bar, his long legs stretched out on either side of him, the muscles straining against the snug denim. His beautiful hair draped him and she longed to run her fingers through it to find out if it was soft or coarse.

She studied his profile with the harsh lines of his forehead, nose and chin. Hideous yet undoubtedly unique and, she realized, rather sexy. Actually sexual magnetism seemed to ooze from his every pore like lava from a volcano. Everything about him was so masculine, so. . .intense.

He must have felt her gaze upon him. Perhaps he was reading her thoughts, since she had the feeling he was old and psychically powerful enough to do so without her knowledge. Not all vamps respected the unwritten rule that frowned upon invading another’s thoughts without permission. Whatever the reason, he glanced at her. A strange half smile tugged at his lips before he looked away again.

A soft rock song wafted through the club and the lights dimmed even more now that all the matches were over for the night. Oh well. So much for her odd little fantasy. Esmeralda took a sip from the drink the bartender placed in front of her, her gaze continually drifting back to Sadavis. For some reason she couldn’t seem to ignore him.

He stood and she felt certain he was going to leave but surprised her by walking over and taking the barstool beside hers.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” he asked. “Or else I can take my paws along with the rest of me back to the other end of the bar.”

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Excerpt (2) from Northman’s Pleasure by Kate Hill

ImageNorthman’s Pleasure

(Excerpt 2)

by Kate Hill

Format(s): Ebook

Heat Level: Erotic

Pairing(s): M/F

Genre/Themes: Historical, Viking

Length: Novel

Publisher: Ellora’s Cave

Purchase Links:

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Blurb:

Legend is Grim Hammerhand is half wolf. Vowing never to marry, the muscular, red-haired warrior saves his passion for the battlefield and the forge. That is, until the woman he secretly lusts after is abducted.

Asgerd has loved Grim for years, only to be ignored by the object of her desire. She has eluded the bonds of marriage, hoping that someday Grim will notice her, but her dreams are shattered when she is captured and defiled by the brutal warrior Stein.

After the king sends Grim to rescue his daughter and claim Stein’s land, the passion between the couple finally ignites. In the end, Grim’s mistrust of all women could destroy their one true chance for happiness.

The following excerpt from NORTHMAN’S PLEASURE is for readers 18 and over.

Other than curtly answering a few questions from his men, Grim ate in silence. When his mead ran low, Asgerd approached to offer him more.

“I’ve had enough,” he said. “It’s been a long day. I’m going to sleep. Are you coming?”

She moistened her full lips and said, “After I help clean up.”

Grim had the feeling she was using domestic duties as an excuse to avoid him. Slaves could finish clearing the table.

“Don’t be too long,” he said. “I don’t like being disturbed when I’m sleeping.”

Her eyes flashed and Grim nearly smiled. She’d been so passive since Stein’s death. He’d wondered what happened to the woman who had so bravely fought her captor. It seemed she just needed a little goading to bring out her spirit.

He rose and walked to the bed closet. It was tidy, and as requested, Stein’s belongings had been removed, except for his weapons. The sword, daggers and axe hung on the wall. The women had been right to leave them. Extra weapons were useful and these were of a decent quality.

He removed his armor and weapons and placed them on the bed. Then he opened the wooden trunk at the foot of it. Finding only women’s clothes inside, he couldn’t resist touching the fabric, knowing it belonged to Asgerd. His stomach tightened. They wouldn’t be sharing merely a bed closet, but their lives.

A sobering thought.

He pulled off his boots and placed them in the corner, then he undressed and put his clothes beside Asgerd’s in the trunk. Naked, he climbed beneath the furs. Sighing, he closed his eyes and tried to relax, but couldn’t. He had too much to think about.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before Asgerd entered the bed closet. Apparently she thought him asleep since she moved so quietly that even he, with his keen senses, could scarcely hear her.

When she slid beneath the furs, his heartbeat quickened. He waited for the sensation of her warm curves against his. The bed was fairly small so she was bound to touch him. Yet she didn’t.

Grim turned toward her and found her lying close to the edge of the bed, her back to him.

“Everything cleaned up?” he asked, unsure of what else to say. He wanted to talk to her, but Grim wasn’t much of a conversationalist, especially with women. Talking to his men or his brothers was different. They had common interests and shared duties.

Even the few women he’d bedded simply to release tension, he hadn’t spoken to. Most of them hadn’t wanted to talk either. The only woman he’d engaged in extended conversation was his sister-in-law and there was no attraction between them. Asgerd was different, in particular because tomorrow she would be his wife.

“Yes.”

“You don’t have to sleep so far away you know.”

He heard her draw a deep breath before she turned to face him. Her eyes glistened in the fading lantern light. “You expect to have me tonight so you can call off the wedding tomorrow.”

Typical that a woman would think of something deceitful.

“Why would I do that?”

“Why not? Why should I believe you want to marry me when you’ve never shown an interest in me before?”

“I had my reasons.”

“Maybe because you thought my father would try to force marriage upon you. Now, after what Stein did, I don’t matter anymore.”

“You matter very much to your father. Why else would he have sent me and his best warriors to avenge you?”

“Was he avenging me or showing the world that he wouldn’t be taken advantage of by the likes of Stein?”

“Probably both.”

She snorted. “Well that was honest.”

“I’m an honest man. Get used to it.”

“Then why the sudden interest?”

He reached out to touch her cheek. It was so soft and smooth. He wanted to touch the rest of her, but held back. Stein had hurt her in spirit as well as in body. Unfortunately he knew from experience the former was harder to heal.

“Maybe the interest isn’t sudden,” he admitted. “You’re a beautiful woman. A man would have to be dead not to notice you.”

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Excerpt from Cloak and Dagger by Saloni Quinby

ImageWeapons of Redemption 3: Cloak and Dagger

by Saloni Quinby

Format(s): Ebook

Heat Level: Erotic

Pairing(s): M/M

Genre/Themes: Vampire

Length: Novella

Publisher: Changeling Press

Cover art: Bryan Keller

Purchase Links:

Changeling Press / All Romance Ebooks / Amazon / Barnes and Noble

Blurb:

When police detective Bryce Tarunson arrests a man who’s identical to his lover from two thousand years ago, he’s pulled closer to the vampiric master he hates.

Vampire hunter Shane will do anything — including tempt a vampire — to rescue his brother who has fallen into enemy hands. He doesn’t believe he’s capable of falling for the object of his seduction, until he meets Bryce.

The bond between Bryce and Shane forces them into a battle that might end in the destruction of the Weapons of Redemption.

The following excerpt from CLOAK AND DAGGER is for readers 18 and over.

“I want to help you, Shane. I do, but I have procedures I need to follow.”

Shane took a step closer to him, so close that their chests nearly touched. He could see the pale gray ring around Shane’s blue irises. He noticed the thickness of his dark lashes and pattern of stubble on his chin. It took all his restraint not to kiss Shane’s sexy neck or claim his sweet lips.

Bryce’s heartbeat quickened. For two thousand years he’d dreamed of kissing and holding Ronan again. He’d thought his lover was lost to him forever. This man might not be Ronan, but he was so much like him. It was sweet torture being this close to him. Remembering.

Bryce cupped the back of Shane’s head and covered his mouth in a kiss. Shane stiffened at first, then relaxed. His lips opened to Bryce and their tongues thrust against each other, tasting and exploring. When the kiss finally broke, both were a little breathless.

“I’m sorry. That was completely out of line.” Bryce closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head. He’d risked his job, his –

All thoughts vanished as Shane kissed him again, even harder and deeper than before. Bryce clung to Shane, loving his taste, his warmth and his scent. He relished the lean hardness of his body and the pressure of his cock. Grasping Shane’s arms, Bryce reluctantly pulled away.

“This isn’t right,” Bryce breathed. “I’m sorry.”

“No. I’m sorry,” Shane said, his voice huskier than usual. “It’s just from the minute I saw you…I can’t explain why, but I’m drawn to you. I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

“I have,” Bryce murmured. “Just once.”

They locked gazes and again reached for each other simultaneously. Their hands traveled over each other’s bodies, tugging shirts from pants.

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Excerpt from Trouble in Paradise by Kate Hill

ImageTrouble in Paradise

by Kate Hill

Format(s): Ebook

Heat Level: Traditional Romance

Pairing(s): M/F

Genre/Themes: Action/Adventure, Suspense

Length: Novella

Cover Art: RomanceNovelCovers.com

ISBN: 9781301560318

Purchase Links:

All Romance Ebooks / Barnes and Noble / Coffee Time Romance Ebook Store / Smashwords

Blurb:

In the days of classic romance. . .

Before cell phones, DVDs and reality television, when women had big hair and men were all about action and adventure, a girl walks into a bar searching for a hero.

She finds R. C. Benson. A soldier turned museum curator turned grave robber, Benson has been drinking his life away while wallowing in sins of the past. Fortunately for him, lovely Grace Holmes catches his interest when she attempts to hire him to recover a sacred candlestick stolen from her coven.

R. C. is nothing like the man Grace imagined him to be, but he’s her last hope. He agrees to accompany her to a private island owned by a man who has committed crimes against them both–a man who will stop at nothing to get what he wants.

With a marriage of convenience, a pet shark and a shady butler, Grace and R. C. have their work cut out for them, but that gives them the perfect chance to fall in love.

The following excerpt from Trouble in Paradise is for readers 18 and over.

Grace’s pulse leapt. Though she knew she should pull away, she didn’t want to. She gripped his waist and her leg dropped between his. Her lips parted beneath the gentle warmth of his tongue.

Moaning softly, Grace wiggled on top of him. His hardness pressed against that soft, needy place between her legs. She instinctively undulated against him and R. C. moaned.

“Oh, Grace. You’re killing me, baby,” he whispered close to her ear. He ran his tongue along the delicate shape of it.

Grace tingled all over. Her heartbeat quickened and she ached for him in a way that was all too dangerous. She reminded herself that their marriage was a farce, but her desire for him wasn’t.

By surrendering to his kisses and caresses, she was inviting heartbreak, but at the moment she didn’t care.

R. C. gently rolled her onto her back. His body half-draped over her, he kissed her again. His lips and tongue plundered hers, but with tenderness and passion that made her feel like the only woman in the world.

Threading her fingers through his thick hair, she thrust her tongue against his. She loved his taste, his scent and the feel of his big, hard body against hers.

He kissed her neck and moved lower, tugging down the front of her nightgown so he could trail his lips and tongue over the tops of her breasts.

Grace knew she should stop him, but she didn’t want to.

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