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HOT OFF THE PRESSES – Sangui: Alphas of the Blood

SanguiAlphasofBlood_Nook

 

He’s an elite vampire from a distant planet…an Alpha of the Blood.
But he’s no match for one spunky and opinionated Earth woman!

The Alphas of the Blood are an elite, alien race of vampires. They escaped a devastated planet that was overrun with plague-infected beasts and came to Earth for a chance at a new life…a new beginning. The change is bitter-sweet for Zeenon Akba, who lost much of his family in the plague wars and fears his only brother might have carried the infection to Earth with him. But when Zee stumbles upon a pretty human female being stalked by an infected, he’s determined to help her, even if it means killing his own brother. Aware of their many differences and the necessity of finding a blood slave to be his mate, Zee doesn’t intend to lose his heart to pretty and spunky Brooke Carlin. So why can’t he get her out of his mind?

~~*~~

“Brooke, you and I need to talk…”

“Oh, oh. I don’t like the sound of that. I hope you aren’t gonna lay any more weird surprises on me. Wait!”

“What is it?”

“You aren’t going to tell me you turn into a bat at night and sleep upside down are you?”

“Don’t be absurd.”

“Sunlight makes you a crispy critter?”

“What nonsense are you talking? You and I walked in the sun. It is uncomfortably hot and Sangui prefer sleeping during the day, but we have no trouble with your sun.”

She thought for a moment. “Where do you stand on the garlic issue?”

“It tastes delicious in pasta.”

“Crosses?”

“Delightfully old fashioned.”

“Holy water?”

“All water is holy, it is of Maja’s creation.”

“Maja, huh? We’ll cover that later.” Her smile widened. “Okay, then hit me, I’m ready.”

Zee shook his head, reaching for the object he’d placed on the bedside table while she slept. “I will not hit you, mate.” He hesitated a moment before handing her the mirror. “You haven’t seen yourself since the blood exchange. I just wanted you to know…”

She gasped, her hands flying to her face. “I’m hideous!”

He laughed. He couldn’t help it. His mate was delicious beyond words.

 

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He’s an Elite Vamp from Another Planet…She’s a Spunky and Opinionated Earth Woman

SanguiAlphasofBlood_Nook

 

He’s an elite vampire from a distant planet…an Alpha of the Blood.
But he’s no match for one spunky and opinionated Earth woman!

The Alphas of the Blood are an elite, alien race of vampires. They escaped a devastated planet that was overrun with plague-infected beasts and came to Earth for a chance at a new life…a new beginning. The change is bitter-sweet for Zeenon Akba, who lost much of his family in the plague wars and fears his only brother might have carried the infection to Earth with him. But when Zee stumbles upon a pretty human female being stalked by an infected, he’s determined to help her, even if it means killing his own brother. Aware of their many differences and the necessity of finding a blood slave to be his mate, Zee doesn’t intend to lose his heart to pretty and spunky Brooke Carlin. So why can’t he get her out of his mind?

~~*~~

He lifted onto one elbow and looked down at her, his sexy green gaze dark with emotion. “You do not remember being bitten?”

Brooke frowned, suddenly unwilling to hear what those nasty black dog things had done to her. “Don’t you dare do the whole I am dark and secretive and you are silly and clueless routine again, please. I don’t have the patience for it. My muscles are killing me. Everything hurts, even my eyes.” But not her calf, surprisingly. She slid her fingers along the spot where the wound had been and found it healed. Impossible.

Brooke’s mind shoved it away, unwilling to understand what was happening.

His gaze slid to said eyes and widened. “By the Maja…”

Brooke groaned. “Here we go again.” She pushed upright, resting on her elbows to glare at him. “Give it to me straight, Zeenon. Did we get drunk?” She looked around. “And where the hell are we?” Her gaze slid over a concrete table with a… “Shit! Is that a casket?” Her voice squeaked unattractively at the end. Brooke put her head in her hands and groaned. “I’ve done some pretty weird shit before when I was drunk but this…” She frowned. “Is that blood on my boob?”

Zee sat up, draping an arm around her shoulders. He pulled her close and lowered his head before she could object, licking a hot, slightly rough tongue across the spot. He smiled as he caught her gaze. “I must have missed that.”

 

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SEXY SCI FI PARANORMAL – Sangui: Alphas of the Blood

SanguiAlphasofBlood_Nook

 

He’s an elite vampire from a distant planet…an Alpha of the Blood.
But he’s no match for one spunky and opinionated Earth woman!

The Alphas of the Blood are an elite, alien race of vampires. They escaped a devastated planet that was overrun with plague-infected beasts and came to Earth for a chance at a new life…a new beginning. The change is bitter-sweet for Zeenon Akba, who lost much of his family in the plague wars and fears his only brother might have carried the infection to Earth with him. But when Zee stumbles upon a pretty human female being stalked by an infected, he’s determined to help her, even if it means killing his own brother. Aware of their many differences and the necessity of finding a blood slave to be his mate, Zee doesn’t intend to lose his heart to pretty and spunky Brooke Carlin. So why can’t he get her out of his mind?

~~*~~

Brooke clutched the canister of mace and looked both ways up and down the street before leaving the lighted entryway of her office building and heading for her car. After the incident a couple of days earlier, she’d paid the extra hundred dollars a month to move her car to a parking lot that was only half a block from work.

Still, as she limped down the sidewalk, the street lamps casting a yellowish glow around her as she went, Brooke cursed the high dollar sales proposal that had kept her in the office later than usual.

She relaxed as the white Volkswagen Jetta she was leasing while her MG was repaired came into view. It sat alone in the center of the parking lot, well-lit and clearly unencumbered by giant, slavering black dogs or, for that matter, sexy green-eyed rescuers.

Pain sheered up her leg from the wound on her calf. Brooke frowned. The simple scratch had become inflamed and turned an angry purple color. She’d barely been able to get through her day from the pain of it.

Brooke stopped, sucking in a breath as the pain twisted, deepening. She would have to go to the doctor soon. But she couldn’t go for a couple of days. Her proposal was due at five pm the following day and she was sure it would go down to the wire. They were still missing large chunks of the work plan and pricing wouldn’t be finalized until late afternoon. Then she’d have to oversee production, including printing, tabs, binders…

“Your leg worsens?”

Brooke jumped, crying out in surprise. Her hand came up and she pressed the button on the top of the canister, spraying the air in front of her.

There was nobody there.

She turned to find her sexy-eyed rescuer standing behind her, looking worried. Brooke held the mace between them. “Stay there or I’ll shoot…I mean spray.”

In a blink, he was standing a few inches away and his hand was over hers, dragging the canister from her suddenly nerveless fingers. “What is this?”

She stepped back, her gaze sliding around for someone, anyone she could enlist to help her. “Why don’t you spray it into your eyes and see?” She frowned when he sniffed the canister, unable to resist asking, “How the hell do you do that? One minute you’re way over there and the next you’re right here? It’s unnerving.”

The sexy stranger sprayed mace into the air and leaned into it, like a woman scenting perfume.

Brooke edged toward her car, planning to leap inside and take off when he fell to the ground screaming in pain.

He only frowned. “It smells like peppers. Why do you carry a small container of spray that smells like peppers?” The sexy bright-green gaze widened. “Please tell me you do not scent yourself with this? It isn’t very…”

Despite the ludicrousness of the situation, Brooke was offended. Crossing her arms over her chest she glared at him. “It isn’t very what? Sexy? Are you seriously schooling me on perfume?”

His frown deepened. Finally he shrugged, handing the canister back to her. “You are correct to feel affronted. It is not my place to criticize you. I only want to help.”

Brooke looked at the extended can of mace and frowned. She reached for it, fully expecting him to pull it out of reach or grab her hand. He did neither. So she took the canister back and sprayed him right in the face with it.

His eyes widened slightly and then narrowed. His nostrils flared.

Brooke waited, curiosity keeping her rooted to the spot.

Her kidnapper slash rescuer sniffed, his perfect lips twisting with disdain. “It smells no better on me.”

She frowned at the mace. “I got a dud.”

“A dud?”

She shook her head and reached into her purse for her keys. “I’ve gotta go. It was, um, nice seeing you again.” She walked around the Jetta and stopped, fixing him with a quelling look. “You won’t follow me?”

“You must have that leg addressed.”

Brooke let her eyebrows peak. “What, like give it a post office box? You really talk funny, has anybody ever told you that?”

He shrugged. “It is no matter. I cannot let you go. The infected have your scent, your taste, they will not stop until they have your blood.”

“Um, eiw.” She twisted her lips in a grimace. “Who are you? Realization hit. “Oh, wait. You’re one of those gamers aren’t you?”

His gaze slid toward the shadows clinging to the outside edges of the parking lot, his brow furrowing. “Gamer? What is that?”

“You are, aren’t you? Of course! You’ve played so many video games you’ve lost track of reality?” She sighed, murmuring, “Such a waste of a truly hawt guy.” Brooke gave him a little finger wave. “I’m going. Don’t try to stop me or I’ll…”

“Duck!”

 

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SIZZLING NEW RELEASE – Sangui: Alphas of the Blood

SanguiAlphasofBlood_Nook

 

He’s an elite vampire from a distant planet…an Alpha of the Blood.
But he’s no match for one spunky and opinionated Earth woman!

The Alphas of the Blood are an elite, alien race of vampires. They escaped a devastated planet that was overrun with plague-infected beasts and came to Earth for a chance at a new life…a new beginning. The change is bitter-sweet for Zeenon Akba, who lost much of his family in the plague wars and fears his only brother might have carried the infection to Earth with him. But when Zee stumbles upon a pretty human female being stalked by an infected, he’s determined to help her, even if it means killing his own brother. Aware of their many differences and the necessity of finding a blood slave to be his mate, Zee doesn’t intend to lose his heart to pretty and spunky Brooke Carlin. So why can’t he get her out of his mind?

~~*~~

Brooke Carlin hurried down the darkened street toward her car. The tiny MG shone in the light of a street lamp, the silver glaze of a persistent rain making it look gray instead of white.

Water splashed over her ankle high boots and she swore, cursing the third straight day of rain that had turned the streets into little more than shallow rivers and transformed the sidewalks to creek beds.

Shifting her umbrella to the other hand, Brooke dug in her purse for her keys, fumbling and cursing anew at their elusiveness. Her fingers finally touched jagged metal and she closed them over a key.

Thunder growled overhead and lightning flashed.

Brooke dragged the keys through a wad of tissues, loose change and sundry beauty products until, finally, they came clear.

A tissue clung to the end of one key. She plucked at it but the rain quickly turned the soft tissue to paper glue and it came off in tiny pieces. “Dammit!” Brooke stomped one foot and immediately regretted the tantrum as water splashed the thighs of her capri leggings.

She closed her eyes and took several breaths, reaching for calm.

The street lamp flickered and a deep, guttural growl had Brooke’s eyes snapping open. That didn’t sound like thunder.

She looked around and saw nothing but dark cars and rain-filled streets. Water ran in a constant stream along the gutters, gathering into swirling eddies above the grates. The sewers were full and rumbling, the sound a continuous drone beneath the constant roar of the rain.

She shook her head, feeling foolish. She was letting her imagination run wild.

Brooke scraped the rest of the tissue from the end of the key and pushed it toward the lock.

The night flashed above her head and something landed with a thud on the top of her little car, crushing the soft top like paper.

Brooke jumped back with a shriek and the umbrella slipped from her fingers, landing over her head.

Another low growl had her shrieking again, but it came from behind her. Brooke grabbed for the handle of the umbrella and it slipped from her fingers again, the spokes catching in her hair. Her car creaked on its axels and a horrible scratching sound made her heart pound against her ribs.

A feral scream had Brooke jerking sideways in fear. She swiped at the slippery canopy hanging from her hair and took off running, the umbrella hanging down her back. She barely noticed the pain of her hair being ripped out as the soggy parasol flew away from her head.

Something chased her as she ran. Rancid breath touched her calves and a chuffing sound marked their pursuit. Quick pain sliced her calf. With a shriek of fear and pain, Brooke kicked out, digging in her heels to run harder, faster.

Despite the roaring downpour, she could hear them thundering along behind her, the sound of something that sounded like claws scraping along the asphalt.

Brooke’s heart pounded hard in her chest. Her lungs screamed and her calves cramped. She wasn’t used to running, especially in heels, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could go on. But the constant growling rumble of the things loping along behind her, almost as if they were communicating, made stopping to rest an impossible dream.

Brooke screeched to a halt as one of the things flew over her head and landed in front of her, its huge maw opening in a spit-filled snarl.

She got a good look at them for the first time and the visual was even more terrifying than the audio had been. The things looked like dogs but they stood chest high at the shoulders and their heads were massive. Through what had to be some trick of the light, their eyes glowed eerily red, making her shudder with panic.

With one of the creatures in front of her and one behind, the only thing she could do was turn. Brooke didn’t hesitate. She ran into the alley on her right and realized, almost immediately the mistake she’d made. The alley ended in a tall, wrought-iron fence that was chained and padlocked.

Brooke hit the fence and started trying to scrabble up, her fingers and shoes slipping off the wet metal before she managed to get a firm hold and climb a bit higher.

But even as she climbed she knew it wasn’t going to be enough.

The things that had been following her paced, growling and chuffing behind her, as if they knew they could bide their time.

Brooke got halfway up the ten-foot-high gate and her foot slipped. She fell, her nails ripping as she fought to hold on. She landed hard on the wet ground, pain jolting from her tailbone all the way up her neck.

Standing a mere eight feet away, the creatures stared at her with their oddly glowing red gazes, immense paws scraping the ground.

She whimpered as they stepped nearer and cringed under their rancid, biting stench.

Brooke suddenly wished she’d kept the umbrella. At least she could have fought back as they killed her. But even as she had the thought she knew it would only delay the inevitable.

She blinked and the creatures were suddenly inches away from her, the silvery spittle trailing from their open mouths sliding along her thigh.

The two dog-like creatures opened their mouths in a dual roar, showing massive yellow teeth. Brooke cried out, covering her face with a hand, and prayed it would be quick.

Something warm, wet and scratchy slipped along her exposed calf. She cringed back, peeking out from behind her hand.

The smaller one was licking her.

“Oh god!”

She kicked out, nailing it on the snout and it yelped before snarling. “Go on, just get it over with, ass-wipes!” Though her voice cracked on the last word, Brooke was proud of herself for not sniveling. But as twin, massive shoulders bunched for the attack, Brooke was pretty sure she was going to pee herself.

Lightning flashed nearby and struck the ground, sending a trash can spinning into the air. The can crashed down between the two massive creatures and they jumped away, flipping around to face the end of the alley as if they thought the lightning had come from there.

It would have been funny if Brooke wasn’t pretty sure she was going to be eaten any second.

The lightning came again, searing into the pebbled dirt floor of the alley. It sent rocks and dirt up in a spray that had Brooke covering her head with her arms.

Amazingly, the two huge wolves or whatever they were, screamed one last time and then ran away, disappearing into the thundering rain.

Brooke allowed herself two seconds of boneless relief before she shoved to her feet. She pushed soggy hair out of her eyes with a shaky hand and took a step.

Slamming to a halt, she shrieked.

The man standing in front of her was extremely tall, probably close to six feet seven inches and had long, wavy hair that framed a nicely put together face with strong features and narrow, bright green eyes. The rain had darkened his hair to the point where it looked coal black but it couldn’t pull the soft waves from the heavy strands or rob the thick mass of blue highlights.

When she continued to scream, the square jaw flexed. He tilted his head and stared at her with obvious consternation.

 

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NEW RELEASE – Sangui: Alphas of the Blood

SanguiAlphasofBlood_Nook

 

He’s an elite vampire from a distant planet…an Alpha of the Blood.
But he’s no match for one spunky and opinionated Earth woman!

The Alphas of the Blood are an elite, alien race of vampires. They escaped a devastated planet that was overrun with plague-infected beasts and came to Earth for a chance at a new life…a new beginning. The change is bitter-sweet for Zeenon Akba, who lost much of his family in the plague wars and fears his only brother might have carried the infection to Earth with him. But when Zee stumbles upon a pretty human female being stalked by an infected, he’s determined to help her, even if it means killing his own brother. Aware of their many differences and the necessity of finding a blood slave to be his mate, Zee doesn’t intend to lose his heart to pretty and spunky Brooke Carlin. So why can’t he get her out of his mind?

~~*~~

He unbuttoned the blouse she wore, pulling it aside. Though he’d intended to remain clinical about the blood exchange, the first sight of the soft, milk chocolate mounds of her breasts bulging from a lacy white bra nearly made him forget what he was doing.

His mouth watered at the sight. His fangs elongated.

He closed his eyes and embraced his alpha, feeling its potency slide over him. The energy he embraced was hot and welcoming and urgent. Hungry.

His skin swelled under the change. His core temperature rose. Lust, anger, fear…every emotion he’d brought into that place intensified, flowing over him like fur over a beast when it changed. His alpha was like a beast. It was beastlike in its level of need…in the simplicity of its purpose.

If it hungered it ate. If it lusted it took, it tasted and ravished. The alpha was a sentient being with Zee’s humanoid form as its skin. But its mind was not human. Its mind was strength and power and ravenous hunger.

The alpha roared over him and his cock thickened, pushing against the restraining fabric of his clothing. Zee reached down and ripped the front of his jeans, tearing the teeth of the zipper like they were butter. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy. He enclosed it in his fist, his head dropping back on a husky groan of need.

The woman beneath him whimpered, baring her throat in instinctive submission. Even as she succumbed, her brown eyes snapped open and she snarled, showing elongated canines in challenge.

She challenges an Alpha! Such a female!

Zee’s alpha roared in response. He wrapped a hand around the flawless column of her throat and dropped his head, licking the place where life-giving blood pulsed through her veins. Her sweet scent throbbed away from her with every beat of her heart, drugging him with lust. Zee’s fangs ached with the need to sink deep within the velvet skin and pull the warm nectar of her blood into his mouth.

Despite the show of defiance, she quivered beneath him, her muscles taut with the desire to flee. The ultimate dichotomy. An ancient instinct for survival rose up within her, ripping control away from the human she’d once been.

 

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Guardian – Intrigue, Danger and Mythological Mayhem Galore!

Monad-Chronicles

Nuria, Warrior Monad Third Level is a protector of the magical realm. She occasionally works with guardian angels when the human realm is in danger. When Nuria is called to help a guardian save a human woman from a demon, she isn’t prepared for the woman to turn on them and send the guardian to the Elysian Fields for all eternity.

Now Nuria’s on the hot seat with the gods of Olympus, and to earn her way out of trouble she’s been given a task. It appears there may be a plot to take over Olympus, and the gods suspect a human named Ian Lavelle is at the heart of it.

So they send Nuria to Earth to find, question, and destroy the sexy and elusive Ian. There’s only one problem… Ian Lavelle is much more than he seems. And there’s a very good chance he may just be too hot for Nuria to handle!

 

“What a wonderful read for Paranormal fans! The author brought to life wonderful characters like Zeus and creatures that were intriguing. Guardian was a great book, and I highly recommend it.”

~ Lynne T – Bitten by Books

We entered a large cavern that was so dark I couldn’t even see Ian a few inches in front of me. I reached out and felt for him. When my fingers touched smooth, warm skin I slid them down until they encountered the rough waist of his faery breeches. I tucked my fingers inside so I wouldn’t lose him.

“This really isn’t the place or time, Monad,” he murmured huskily, “but I’m game if you are.”

“Shut up.”

The air in the cavern was thick with the putrid harpy stench. I slammed my lips shut in regret as soon as I’d spoken. I could almost feel the smell as a coating on my tongue. My gag reflex kicked in but I fought it back.

It’s just odor. I told myself. It can’t really be crawling into my nose, my lips, my eyes. But it was so heavy in the air it felt as if it were alive. I wanted to ask Ian about it, but I was reluctant to open my mouth again.

Ian’s body jerked to a stop suddenly and I slammed into him. It wasn’t an altogether horrible experience.

He cursed softly and began fumbling in his breeches for something. Finally a soft click preceded a small illumination on the ground in front of us. We looked down and saw a huge skull on the ground at our feet. The fangs jutting out from the skull were easily six inches long and curved together at the sides of a wide jaw. It looked like it had been a gargoyle.

Ian stepped over the thing and kept the small, beamstick focused on the ground as we walked. It was a good thing he’d pulled it out. The ground in the cavern was a veritable minefield of bones and rotting parts.

Well, at least that explained the stench.

Finally, I couldn’t help myself. I had to talk. “Did you come in this way?”

Ian’s body swayed as he shook his head. “I came in at the other end of the wood. But this is closer to Tana’s kingdom. I’m getting short on time and decided it was worth the risk.”

I frowned. “Short on time? For what?”

He stopped suddenly. “Did you hear that?”

I listened, casting my eyes blindly around as I strained to hear what he thought he’d heard.

“I don’t hear anything.”

After a few beats he started walking again. I followed in silence for a while and then commented. “This seems like a lot of carnage for two harpies doesn’t it?”

He stiffened and stopped again.

That time I heard it too. It was a small shifting sound. Like claws against rock. A tiny breeze swept over us, thick with the stench of harpy. And a whisper of sound followed it.

Wings.

Ian lifted the tiny beam of light toward the ceiling of the cavern and, at first, I thought the ceiling was alive. It appeared to be filled with roiling purple shadows that shifted smoothly against the light of Ian’s beamstick. But then the small circle of light halted on something that was definitely a face.

Or at least it was the eyes of a face, but its bottom half appeared to be all jagged, deadly looking teeth.

A soft warbling sound filled the air and the ceiling roiled in a wavelike fashion as what looked like thousands of harpies shifted into movement. Then one of them detached herself from the rock and hung above us, her nearly black wings stretching to their full width and her talons curving in anticipation. She looked huge, at least fifteen feet long. She threw back her head and screeched.

The place exploded into sound.

 

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Guardian – Mythology, Magic and Flying Horses with ‘Tude!

Monad-Chronicles

Nuria, Warrior Monad Third Level is a protector of the magical realm. She occasionally works with guardian angels when the human realm is in danger. When Nuria is called to help a guardian save a human woman from a demon, she isn’t prepared for the woman to turn on them and send the guardian to the Elysian Fields for all eternity.

Now Nuria’s on the hot seat with the gods of Olympus, and to earn her way out of trouble she’s been given a task. It appears there may be a plot to take over Olympus, and the gods suspect a human named Ian Lavelle is at the heart of it.

So they send Nuria to Earth to find, question, and destroy the sexy and elusive Ian. There’s only one problem… Ian Lavelle is much more than he seems. And there’s a very good chance he may just be too hot for Nuria to handle!

 

“What a wonderful read for Paranormal fans! The author brought to life wonderful characters like Zeus and creatures that were intriguing. Guardian was a great book, and I highly recommend it.”

~ Lynne T – Bitten by Books

Ian dragged me through the guards at the door, very odd feeling that, and down the steps of the tree house to the ground far below. I started to turn toward the gate but he pulled me back. “This way.”

I glared at him. “Have you lost your mind? Why would we go to the palace? Tana wants you deader than I do.”

He stopped, turning toward me and yanking me up against his warm, hard body. “You want me dead?”

I scowled at him, “Only occasionally.”

He leaned down before I knew what he was doing and covered my lips with his. A whirlwind of sensation flowed through me from the touch of his skin against mine and I gasped under its onslaught, trying to pull away. But his arms were iron bands around my body and I wasn’t going anywhere.

I decided I might as well enjoy it.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, pulling the intoxicating musk of his breath into my body and rolling it around on my tongue like the finest ambrosia. His hands swept up my back and tangled in my hair. His body ground into me with urgent need. His lips left mine and he growled. “We’ll finish this later. I need to get to Tana.”

He turned and strode toward the Palace. I stood there, slightly dazed by the intensity of the kiss, and then started after him. I wasn’t sure why he was so bent on getting to the woman who wanted to kill him but I figured he might need me to save him from the noose. And I still had a lot of damn questions to ask. So I took off after him.

I glanced around as a door slammed shut behind me, followed by a strident voice lifted in anger. Etta was being led out of the tree dwelling where we’d been ensconced and toward the caves. She wasn’t happy about it. She was nearly shrieking with rage, but her captors were turning a deaf ear to her. Probably literally at that point. I was sure their auditory senses had shut down in self defense. But I figured they were more afraid of their queen than they were of one, tiny, pissed off guardian angel. I couldn’t say I blamed them. I’d have to remember to warn the Watcher so he could get her released.

I grinned. After Ian and I were safely away.

We walked right past a full complement of guards on the steps of the palace and down a long, marble hallway, toward a tall set of gold doors at the end. The two guards at the door, armed with crossbows and swords, were discussing the women they’d had the night before as we walked through…I mean literally through, the golden doors and into Queen Tana’s rooms.

She was standing before a roaring fire, staring into its depths. Suddenly she stiffened and turned, starting directly at us. “Ian? Show yourself.”

Ian suddenly disappeared from the layer and reappeared in the room with the faery queen. Stuck in the deep travel layer by myself, I panicked. Then I realized I could probably extricate myself in the same way I usually did, when I’d been traveling in an alternate layer. A second later I was in the room with them, much to the queen’s surprise.

“Why is she with you?”

Ian shrugged. “She seems very fond of me. She’s always throwing herself at me.” He grinned in my direction and I scowled.

“Your highness.” I bowed. “I have been sent by the Council of the Gods to fetch this human and get some answers from him. I won’t leave his side until I get those answers.”

Ian’s grin widened. “Interesting.”

I ignored him. Queen Tana stared hard at me for a moment and then nodded. “I have spoken to the Watcher. He assured me of the same. But I too have business with Ian Lavelle. Your business must await mine.”

I opened my mouth to argue but Ian’s voice stopped me. “We haven’t much time, Tana. I have been away for too long. They’ve been suspicious of me since I refused to bring them here.”

She nodded, turning back to the fire. I opened my mouth again…

“I feared as much. Have you learned who in my kingdom betrays me?”

Ian put a hand up to still me. “Not yet. But I’m getting close. Very close.”

I watched his nose to see if it grew visibly from this whopper.

Tana handed him a small cloth bag, tied at the top with faery twine. “I’ve filled this with the altered dust. That is the last of my special mix.”

Ian nodded. “Shall we communicate in the normal fashion then?”

Tana threw me a speculative glance and turned to Ian, her startlingly beautiful eyes filled with communication I couldn’t decipher. He returned her gaze and I felt a subtle change in the air that told me I was outnumbered and soon to be outmaneuvered.

Tana’s next words confirmed this. “The Monad must not be allowed to interfere.”

Ian threw me a speculative glance and frowned. He opened his mouth but didn’t get a chance to say whatever had been on his mind. I leapt on him, the weight of my body and the element of surprise bringing him to the ground beneath me.

His mouth came open in a grunt as he hit the floor hard with me on top and I quickly emptied the contents of the vial the Watcher had given me down his throat.

He choked and sputtered and spewed some of the contents back into my face. But I saw his throat working convulsively and I knew some of it had gone down.

Suddenly a blinding light encompassed us and invisible bands of steel wrapped themselves around me and yanked me away from Ian, dragging me upright to dangle in the air above him, twisting painfully.

I jerked against the bonds that held me. To no avail. Queen Tana’s power was legendary and she’d had thousands of years to hone it to perfection.

Ian pulled himself off the floor, wiping a hand across his lips. He strode toward me, anger riding his dark features. I forced myself not to flinch as he brought his face within an inch of mine. I could feel the anger rolling off him in waves.

“What did you give me, Monad?”

I smiled, at last I had the upper hand. Though to look at me, arms locked against my body with invisible power bands and hanging helpless in the air, it might be hard to see it. I figured it was all a matter of perspective.

“Binding potion. If you leave my side you’ll suffer excruciating pain.”

Ian stared hard into my eyes for several beats and then turned to Tana. She shook her beautiful head in disgust. “You have no idea what you’ve done, Monad. Stupid, stupid spirit.”

“Then tell me.”

Ian walked away from me to pace the room. “I have to return today or all will be lost.”

“Mayhaps we should just kill her.”

Oh boy. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. The potion has bound him inextricably to me. He needs me now. He’ll descend slowly into madness if I’m killed.” I didn’t know at all if this was true. But I thought it sounded good. And I really didn’t want him to test the theory.

Ian swore and the intensity of his pacing increased. Finally he looked up at the faery queen. “I’ll have to take her back with me.”

I smiled smugly.

Tana’s jeweled gaze widened. “How? You can’t just add her to the group. You know how suspicious they are. They’ll kill you and disband.”

Ian swore again and resumed pacing. “I don’t see any way around it. If what she says is true I’ll be next to useless. Maybe I can keep her in the deep travel layer so they don’t know she’s there.”

I frowned, not liking that option at all, but I wisely chose to keep my mouth shut. I’d fight that battle later, when I wasn’t outnumbered.

The air before the queen shimmered and her gaze flew to Ian. “The Watcher comes. Go now!”

Suddenly the invisible bands around my body dropped away and I hit the floor, hard, falling to my knees. Ian grabbed my hand and threw faery dust over our heads, and we were off.

 

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Purple or Not, The Prose They’re Writing Sizzles!

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Forget being creatively blocked. Forget being purple. They just want to survive the process of writing the book!

When she hits the writer’s block of all writer’s blocks, Lindsey Prince thinks her muse has abandoned her. But she opens her door one day to find a gorgeous new one standing there, “anxious” to help her finish her current project. There’s only one problem… her new muse, Zahn, has been turned purple by Calliope, Chief of the Muses, for indulging in Purple Prose. Unfortunately, his fate rests on Lindsey submitting a purple prose free manuscript to her editor. No pressure there.

To make matters worse, Zahn apparently has a powerful and cranky ex-girlfriend who isn’t all that thrilled by the growing attraction between Lindsey and Zahn. She’ll do anything to stop Lindsey from submitting that manuscript. Anything. Based on the extremely heated “research” she and Zahn have been indulging in, Lindsey knows her sexy IR story will sizzle. She only needs to live through the process of writing it.

No easy task, that.

Fallen Angels gives Purple Prose 5 Angels!

“I grinned my way through Purple Prose – it truly is a laugh-a-minute read. Hilarious situations, witty dialogue, a parrot that adds his own commentary, and two very likeable lead characters make this a book to remember.”

~ Maija, Fallen Angel Reviews

 

We sat silently for a few minutes, watching the fountain. I laid my head on his chest and Zahn rubbed my back in, what I interpreted initially as, a soothing gesture. But he’d awakened too many feelings in me for it to stay that way.

The rubbing soon started to feel like a caress. His hand moving on my back was creating a whirlwind of sensory feeling that spiraled downward and found a home at the juncture of my thighs. I squirmed in his lap as the pressure built, and my nipples hardened, poking his chest through the thin silk of my camisole sleep top.

Zahn shifted, bringing hard evidence of his arousal to my hip. I looked up and his lips fell to mine, consuming me in a kiss with near desperate overtones. I moaned and turned in his lap so my breasts were crushed against his naked chest. My hands tangled in his soft black hair.

The morning’s heat built quickly into an inferno between us. I moved my mouth ravenously over his lips, feeling as if I couldn’t get close enough to him, couldn’t draw enough of his scent, his taste, into me.

Zahn groaned and stood up, carrying me with him. He laid me on the thick grass beside the fountain, and with a look, extinguished the spot light over the door to the house. He quickly pulled off his silky boxers. His cock sprang free, bobbing heavily in the early morning light. I licked my lips with anticipation.

Zahn started to lie down beside me but I sat up quickly, reaching for him instead. I hungrily closed my lips over his cock. He growled low in his throat and lowered his head, weaving strong fingers in the tangled mass of my morning hair.

I pulled him deep, straining to get all of him into the warm cave of my eager mouth, and then, tightening my lips, allowed him to slide slowly back out. I increased the pressure with every slide of his hard flesh, until Zahn started to tremble in an effort to retain control.

As I milked him slowly in and out of my mouth, my hand gently kneaded the big warm sac beneath his cock. I ran one finger up and down the seam between his anus and his balls, pressing gently as I stroked.

Zahn was vibrating with building pleasure. Once or twice, his knees started to buckle beneath him. Finally he grabbed my head and pulled himself gently out of my mouth. “I need you now!”

He reached down and pulled my cami off over my head, sweeping my silk boxers off with the other hand, and lowered himself onto me like a starving man at a Vegas buffet. I lay back, reveling in the cool, silky feel of the thick grass against my overheated body, and arched to meet him as he plunged into me.

 

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Purple Prose – Tons of Purple Fun!

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Forget being creatively blocked. Forget being purple. They just want to survive the process of writing the book!

When she hits the writer’s block of all writer’s blocks, Lindsey Prince thinks her muse has abandoned her. But she opens her door one day to find a gorgeous new one standing there, “anxious” to help her finish her current project. There’s only one problem… her new muse, Zahn, has been turned purple by Calliope, Chief of the Muses, for indulging in Purple Prose. Unfortunately, his fate rests on Lindsey submitting a purple prose free manuscript to her editor. No pressure there.

To make matters worse, Zahn apparently has a powerful and cranky ex-girlfriend who isn’t all that thrilled by the growing attraction between Lindsey and Zahn. She’ll do anything to stop Lindsey from submitting that manuscript. Anything. Based on the extremely heated “research” she and Zahn have been indulging in, Lindsey knows her sexy IR story will sizzle. She only needs to live through the process of writing it.

No easy task, that.

Night Owl Reviews Top Pick! “I have to say that I absolutely love this book. It has humor, action, jealousy, and a super sexy purple man, so basically it has everything. I highly recommend this book to romance lovers who aren’t afraid of a little humor and some bad (or good) purple prose.” 

 

“So,” the beautiful muse said over hot rolls and maple butter, “have you had sex with Zahn yet?”

A fat piece of buttery roll went down the wrong pipe, and I choked and heaved, trying to hork it back up out of my windpipe. Astis pounded me on the back in, apparently, the Greek Olympian version of the Heimlich. I flew off my chair and landed in a choking puddle on the carpet of my favorite steak restaurant.

I jumped to my feet, beyond embarrassed, and hacked up the chunk of roll. I sat back down, red-faced and teary-eyed.

“Are you okay?”

I narrowed my eyes at her. Somehow, I didn’t believe she cared.

As we’d been leaving the house, Mike had squawked loudly and flung himself at my shoulder, trying in vain to hold me in the house. While he hadn’t been able to keep me home, his frantic concern left its mark, making me wonder about Astis’s motives. Or maybe my doubts centered on the way she had continued to butter her roll, not even looking at me as I faced death on the floor.

I pushed the rest of my roll away with a grimace. I’d really been enjoying it, too.

“So? You haven’t answered my question.”

I looked frantically around the restaurant, trying to find something else to talk about. Nothing came to me. Finally, under the piercing impact of her intent gaze, I opened my mouth. “Well, that’s a pretty dress.” I blinked, feeling stupid but determined not to give in to her bullying tactics and spill my guts.

She looked down, still chewing. Figures she’d be one of those people who actually chewed their food several times before swallowing it. Personally, I preferred the canine method. Beat it a couple of times with your tongue and then shove it down your throat before it starts to fight back. That could explain why I choked on my food a lot.

“This old thing?”

With what looked like real gold braid and two hundred year old lace, that “old thing” was probably worth more than my entire year’s earnings. It was a bit much for the restaurant we were currently sitting in. It had been garnering looks from the restaurant patrons since we’d scuttled—okay, I’m the only one who scuttled—in some forty-five minutes earlier.

The waiter brought our salads. He set mine down in front of me. “Are you sure you can handle this, or should I dial 9-1-1 now?”

I glared at him. “No tip for you.”

 

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The Biggest Poser – IR Contemporary Romance with Humor and Heat!

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May the biggest liar win. Or die trying!

Personal trainer for the ever popular, Lose it! reality show, Jillie Maxwell is up for the most important award of her career. And she’s competing against the biggest b-eye-itch she’s ever met. Fortunately for her, she has the sexiest man alive in her corner. Problem is, each and every one of them has a dirty little secret that could tank a career.

For the contestants, the race is on to lose the most weight and win everything. For the staff of the popular weight loss show, the clock is ticking to the culmination of their lies and the possibility of losing it all.

Will the Biggest Poser win? Or will the lies just grow and grow until they sink the whole show? Only one thing is certain. Whatever happens, it’s gonna be an entertaining ride!

 

 4.5 Stars Single Titles: “The Biggest turned out to be an amazing story. Little things keep going wrong in the competition and all evidence seems to point one way but as the story unfolds, the fabric of all the lies starts to come unraveled. Who is The Biggest Poser? Read this delightfully fun, sexy story to find out. You will not be disappointed in The Biggest Poser by Sam Cheever.” Debby Guyette, Single Titles

 

Brandt moved behind her and placed his hands on the wide stucco-covered railing to either side of her hips. He bent forward and placed a soft kiss on one bare shoulder. “Sounds like fun.”

She shivered as his lips moved across her back and touched the top of the other shoulder. “Yeah. I was almost tempted.”

Brandt made a non-committal sound and moved upward, creating a warm trail of kisses up the back of her neck. She smelled like flowers and sun, her skin warm and delightfully soft. She lowered her head to allow him free access to her neck and throat. He took full advantage, dropping his hands to wrap his arms around her middle, pulling her into his aching shaft. She sighed as he tasted the sensitive skin beneath her ear and pressed closer. “I need you so badly, Jillie. It’s all I can think about.”

She stiffened slightly, not responding, and panic slid through him. She’d told him they couldn’t be together. What if she rejected him?

He straightened slowly and stepped away from her. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry.”

She stood too and turned to face him. “Did you mean it?”

“I would never lie to you.” Even as he said the words he cringed inside. He had been lying to her, and he intended to keep doing it.

Her dark gaze searched his face for a moment, and then she stepped closer, reaching toward his face with one hand. Her other hand rested on his hip. The contact burned like a brand.

She slid a finger over his lips and he kissed it, resisting the urge to slip it into his mouth. He wanted to go as slow as she needed to go. He wouldn’t rush her.

Even if it killed him.

The clutch of his jeans on his swollen shaft made dying a real possibility.

“I dream about you at night.” She spoke breathlessly, in a near whisper.

He forced himself not to respond, letting her take the lead.

She took another step, stopping as her bare toes bumped up against his in his flip-flops. The contact almost sizzled in the cool night air.

“I know I said we couldn’t be together…”

He shook his head. “If you aren’t comfortable with this…”

She stopped him with the touch of a delicate fingertip. “I want this. I do.” She lifted onto her toes and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I really do.” She parted her lips slightly and gave him another whisper soft kiss. As she broke the kiss, she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and nibbled it gently. “I know it’s a mistake, but it’s one I want to make.”

“It’s not as big a mistake as letting the world keep us apart,” Brandt whispered. He settled his hands onto her hips and pulled her into his body. He bent to capture her upturned lips in a heated kiss, and then groaned when he couldn’t get close enough to her or deepen the kiss the way he wanted to. His arms slipped around her waist and he dragged her up his long body, enjoying the soft friction between them as he gathered her into his arms to kiss her properly.

 

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