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The Essentiants 2 – Breaking Heaven

Breaking Heaven, The Essentiants 2

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A soul for your thoughts…


Dresdan Mati thrives on the souls of humans and he possesses the strength to heal. He can conquer the pain of a thousand deaths, but he can’t overcome his desire to bed a virgin, one who is tethered to God. To have and hold her he must show her what he really is—a minion of pure evil responsible for stealing the last breath of the living.

Rosalind Graves leads an austere life helping others. She realizes Dresdan Mati is different the moment they meet. She even knows he’s a murderer who will live forever, yet Ros finds herself inexplicably drawn to the man. Afraid of the desire he elicits from her mind and body, Rosalind is torn between loving God, and loving Dresdan who might break her bond with Heaven.


Life had a way of punching you in the gut when you least expected it. Or worse. Dresdan Mati felt as if God had hurled a thunderbolt into his heart when the woman turned to look at him. Her hazel eyes opened wide in dismay as she stared in his direction. He recognized her loneliness instantly.

Dres had lived with the feeling for over a thousand years.

He had flown to Philly with his friend Ion Toso and followed him to the church. Standing, Dres strode to the front and stopped at her pew. “I’m Dresdan Mati.”

“I know who and what you are.”

“Wonderful, we can eliminate the bullshit.” Dres wasn’t looking for much—he merely sought a diversion.

“I think you’ve made a terrible mistake.”

“The only mistake I could make would be to walk away without getting to know you better.”

After driving to Boston for a medical conference, Dres had returned to the City of Brotherly Love to wait while Ion decided what to do about Sandy Brittingham, a woman who was leading Ion on a merry chase around Philadelphia while she came to terms with the creature he was.

“Mr. Mati—”

“Call me Dres.” He reached for her hand, drew it to his mouth, and sucked her middle finger.

Air puffed through full, unpainted lips. “You’re the devil incarnate!”

“No, sweetheart, much worse.” She tried to tug her hand away, but he held it firmly. “I’m Essentiant. “But you already know that.” He had waited for Ion and Sandy to leave before making his move.


Keeping the light from his eyes took every ounce of energy he possessed. Dres had no intention of bending or mesmerizing her mind. What he desired she must give willingly. “It’s not your soul I’m after.”

“You’ll suffer in hell.”

“I fear nothing there.” This time he placed a kiss on the inside of her wrist. Her pulse quickened beneath his lips. Staring into her eyes, Dresdan said, “And I will allow nothing in that or this realm to harm you.”

He survived on souls, most of them damned. He stripped essence from rapists, murderers, and dying derelicts who struggled to let go of life. Dresdan used their energy to control the minds of the living and to sustain his own life. He was good at what he did, had existed for centuries drinking evil from God’s castoffs. Never had he wanted anything as much as he wanted this woman. Watching the pulse beat in her neck made him wish he were vampire, for he would have bitten her and tasted each day of her life as her blood seeped into his body. That wasn’t going to happen, but damn if he didn’t intend to take everything else.

Dresdan Mati vowed to make the beautiful, ethereal woman his.

Already, visions of her long, thick chestnut hair curtaining him as she sat astride his hips taking his cock deep brought him to a semi-hard state of readiness. And her skin—Christ, he wanted to touch it, lick it, see if it tasted velvety sweet like the dark honey it resembled.

“Your name?”

“I must go.” She stood and trembled. Dres moved his hand to her waist to steady her.

“I can make you tell me.” No need to let her know he’d already sworn to himself never to touch her mind.

“Rosalind Graves. Now, please, I have to leave.”

“How well do you know Miss Brittingham?”

“Well enough to know what you and your friend are.” This time she glared at him with fire. He liked it. “I know what you do.”

It was because he had followed Ion and Sandy that he stood in this church. “If she’s told you about us, you also know I bring no harm to innocents.”

Rosalind cast her eyes to the floor. “She’s only told me that you take people’s souls.”

“I’m telling you I’ve never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it.” Grasping her chin, making her look at him, he finished. “My eyes will never dance with lights of death before you.”

“But you will continue on this path of destroying what is God’s?”

“Rosalind, I’m far too old to be taught Bible verses. I am Essentiant, will always be, and yes, to survive I will do whatever I find necessary.”

“You’re pure evil.”

His lips curled. “I’m pure nothing. Don’t ever make that mistake.” He released her. “When you kneel to pray tonight, ask your God why he sent me here.” Turning, he strode toward the church’s vestibule until her voice stopped him.

“He would forgive you if you asked.”

Pivoting, Dresdan gazed at her. Her back was straight, shoulders held high in a regal pose. Rosalind was tall with small breasts. Jeans encased narrow hips, and lean thighs topped long, slender legs. The total opposite of what he desired in a woman. His mind said walk away forever because so much goodness surrounded her he damn near smelled it. Dres’s cock prodded him in a different direction.

“No need to ask.” He felt heat build in his eyes and fought the urge to demonstrate his power. Who was she to judge him? No one saw the things he had witnessed. No one tasted the evil he’d drawn into his own soul more than a million times. “I have forgiven myself.”

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Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast outJ. Hali Steele


Still cold enough for a Peppermint Twist!

Is it cold where you are? Enjoy a nice steaming cup of chocolate, or tea, or coffee…with a Peppermint Twist – SANTA’S CLAUSE!

Breaking Bad with Santa is so damn good!


Lacey Dalton gave up on Santa Claus a long time ago. Every Christmas Eve she waited like a good girl to see what Santa would bring. He never came. Now she’s in her late twenties and he shows up with a contract! If Lacey signs on the dotted line, anything she wants is hers… if she lets Santa have her for one night.

Christmas Eve

He promised her, and put it in writing, that she could have a wish granted if she spent one night with him. What could go wrong?

Lacey Dalton held the contract tight in her trembling hand. So sign it already! If she couldn’t trust Santa Claus, who could she trust? Her hesitation came from perusing the jolly man from head to toe. His red velvet suit trimmed in white fur was tattered and worn, for goodness sakes! A shoe-aholic, she almost lost dinner looking at the cheap, scuffed patent leather boots.

Reaching his face, though, she did want to smile at the pouty lips surrounded by a mustache and thick white beard. One thing Lacey hadn’t expected — Santa Claus had beautiful green eyes. Would there be white hair on his chest and around his… Good Lord, don’t think about it. Lacey let her imagination run wild with what this could bring.

She bit back a laugh remembering the times she talked with girlfriends about two-baggers. A two-bagger was a man so ugly he needed two bags to cover his looks. If one broke, the other would surely remain intact! If ever there was the need, it was now. “Anything I wish for?”


She glanced at the contract. “Even a person?” Lacey happened to be an only child, her parents were gone, and there were no aunts, uncles or cousins. She longed to have a boyfriend she could trust, one who would love and cherish her always, and one with which she could begin her own family. The last man cheated on her with anything in a skirt. Her heart had been stolen and broken in two by the time she realized he just wasn’t a good, honest man.

Santa’s eyes really did twinkle. “Any goddamn thing your heart desires.”

“Who delivers the toys if you spend the night with me?” She’d heard a clatter on the roof but she didn’t actually see his sleigh. “Is there really a sleigh full of toys up there?” She peered upward.

“Yeah and it’s pulled by reindeer with big balls. I have Elves who handle the delivery shit, honey.”

Santa had a filthy mouth. “How often have you done this?” She waved the contract at him. “I mean, have others signed the damn thing?”

He shrugged.

“Can I speak to them?”

“To who?”

“Anyone who signed your contract.” She grew a wee bit concerned at his avoidance and remembered for the first time she wore only a thin, black, mid-thigh nightgown with tiny matching underwear.

“Time’s running out.” He tilted his head and smiled, which deepened the crinkles around his eyes. “I got other babes on my list.”

“Maybe you should go see them.” Cocky ass! How many others would slip between sheets with a fat man sporting white whiskers and dressed in a raggedy, red Santa suit?

“Don’t let the outfit throw you. I’m rolling in dough.”

“You could give the Pillsbury Doughboy a run for his money.”

That wiped the smile from his face. “You’re a real smart-ass.”

He touched her cheek with a finger and it not only elevated her blood pressure, it caused dampness to settle in the seat of her panties! Jesus, I’m wet for jolly old Saint Nick! Must be the twinkle in his eyes because he sure wasn’t anything to write home about. If this happened, Lacey vowed to go to her deathbed with the dirty deed kept secret. “If you have so much money, why not buy a night with a prostitute?”

“Well, fuck me. You took the ho ho ho way too literally.”

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Dangerous Surrender

Would you give yourself to a stranger? Gwendolyn Myers never thought about it until she runs into Marcus ‘Bowie’ Ford at the Pink Pussy. A run-down hotel at the edge of town. She’s on the run, but one taste of the sexy biker convinces Gwen that her running days might be over!

Dangerous Surrender

Release Date 2/15


“Is there a restaurant or bar around here where I can get something to eat and drink?” I inquired while he was counting out the change. I was exhausted, but I was also starving and hadn’t eaten since early that morning. I glanced around the office until I found a clock. It was just after nine.

“There’s the Red Rooster across the street. It’s a bar but they serve up sandwiches and burgers. They stay open until two.”

Great, I could walk over and get a sandwich. I held my hand out for the change.

“Not your kind of bar.”

The gravelly voice came from the sexy biker behind me, and forced me to turn around and acknowledge him. I had to look a long way up to meet the intensity of his eyes, which were dark and compelling. God damn! The man had trouble written all over him, and a little spark of fear uncurled deep inside my belly warning me to be cautious at how I responded. “Excuse me?” How did he know what kind of bar was my kind of bar?

He crossed his arms over his massive chest. Not an ounce of emotion on his hard, rugged face. “The place caters to the rough crowd.”

His deep and sensual voice sent a ripple of awareness through me that I couldn’t deny. I don’t know where I managed to dredge up a tiny smile, my token thank you for the warning. “I can take care of myself.” My inner voice scoffed and said, yeah, since when?

The biker tilted his head and gave me the slowest up and down look that I’d ever received. His visual caress, when he lingered on my lady parts, cranked my libido up to an uncomfortable heat level. I raised my chin, knowing that it wouldn’t add any height to my five feet seven inch frame. Jesus, everything about this stranger was making me hot. I wanted to groan when I felt my nipples harden right beneath his intense stare. The slightest quirk of his mouth told me that he’d noticed.

His brown gaze gradually continued up my throat, to my face. When I saw his eyes narrow I knew he was noticing the fading bruise on my cheek, which makeup had covered earlier. Was it my imagination that his mouth tightened? Then his eyes locked onto mine.

“Right,” he said.

Tory Richards

Blue Satin ~ the latest in the Club Desire Series by @WendiZwaduk is Out Now!

Blue Satin by Wendi Zwaduk  Blue Satin

Club Desire, book 7

Resplendence Publishing

Contemporary, M/F, BDSM, Spanking, Fetish, Wax Play, Toys, Anal Sex


Get your rocks off however you want at Club Desire. We’re not easy and we’re not free, but we are discreet. Find your fantasy in the Club.

Two souls can heal with the right amount of heat and kink…in or out of the club.

Can old wounds really be healed? Meghan Stone isn’t sure. She’s at Club Desire at the urging of her agent. As a writer, she needs to add grit to her stories—grit that can only be acquired at Desire. When Meghan spots the handsome man in the suit, she’s smitten. After a conversation with him, she’s taken by him. But will the sexy man want more than conversation when he learns about her motivations and past?

James Richards comes to Club Desire to forget his own past.  He wants a sub and a lover, but as far as he’s concerned, that person doesn’t exist—until he meets Meghan. She awakens needs he thought had been long buried. Once he sees her, he wants to possess her. But a sub and a life-long love aren’t always easy to find, especially in the same person. Will she be the one he’s searched for or another face in the crowd?


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“Aren’t sure about the club?” He nodded to the front door. “You look like a scared rabbit.”

“I’m uneasy,” she confessed.

“I assume this is your first time.” The man strode up to her. He extended his hand. “My name is James Richards. I’ve been here on many occasions. You’ll be fine.”

“I don’t know.” She wasn’t sure about the club, but the more he spoke, the more she longed to hear his accent. Was it a British accent? European? She wasn’t sure.

“Why don’t we go inside? The receptionist will certainly answer any questions. She can even set up a tour so you’re not so worried.” He slipped her hand into his. “You’ll be safe.”

Christ. She trembled. From his touch? Or the situation? “You sound so sure.”

“And you don’t.” James nodded to the door. “They won’t hold you if you go into the foyer. There are benches. Why don’t we go in and talk? If you’re still not sure, you can leave whenever you choose.”

She could debate her situation or at least visit the inside of the club.  Meg sighed. “Sure.”

“Sure?” He tipped his head and grinned. “Is that a yes?”

“It is.”

“Wonderful.” James led her into the club. Unlike the stark concrete outside, the foyer had been decorated in rich burgundy on the walls and thick black carpeting on the floor. The benches featured a gold line of cording at the edges. When he gestured to one of the benches, she perched on the plush cushion.

She glanced over at the receptionist window. Instead of a person behind the glass, she didn’t see anyone. “Who do you talk to?”

“To get in?” James pointed to the main door. “Once you’re a member, you have a card. You swipe and come right in. There’s a sensor that alerts the security if someone tries to slip in.”


James crossed the room to the window. A woman appeared. Her bright blue hair shone in the overhead light. She swiped her gaze over to Meg, then handed James an object. Neither of them spoke to Meg, bringing back a bit of her discomfort. After a moment, James turned on his heel and headed to where Meg sat.

“This is the tablet to get you started.” He offered the electronic device. “If you want, I’ll help you.”

“Thanks.” Meg turned the tablet around and swiped her index finger across the screen. “Okay…personal information. Didn’t I fill this in when I registered online?” She turned the device away from James and inputted the needed info. Why give him details when she barely knew him? She probably wouldn’t see him again once they went into the actual club. “I’m on the health history page.”

“That’s important. They owners insist on keeping the place safe.” James leaned back in his seat and crossed his legs. He had such grace when he moved. Everything he did seemed planned out and meant to impress.

She filled in the information, then swiped her finger to change the page. “Kinks,” she blurted. “Well, they do get right down to the point, don’t they?” She could’ve sworn she’d filled the information out online…

“The owners do their best to pair you up with the dom who will best meet your needs. If you’re a dominant, then they’ll find a sub for you.” James smiled.

“You seem to know a lot. Are you an owner?”

“No,” he said. “What are your kinks? No one here will judge you.”

She stared at the list. Spanking, bondage, pain play, anal sex, whipping, blood play and many more. She flexed her fingers. “I—Are you sure no one will judge?” What would the others say if they found out she liked exhibitionism and to be spanked?

“They won’t. Promise.”

“Okay.” She nodded and ticked off the boxes. Her hands shook as she inputted the rest of the information. On the last page, she added the reference number she’d been given from Annalise. A new page popped up.

“Thank you. We’ll match you up with your preferred play partner soon,” she said, reading out loud. She turned her attention to James. “How long is soon?”

“Won’t be more than ten minutes or so.” James stretched his arm across the back of the bench. “You still seem apprehensive. What kink are you worried about?”

“You can tell, huh?” She clasped the tablet on her lap. “It’s that obvious?”

“I’m observant and I was once in your shoes. This is rather overwhelming.” He waved his fingers. “A club where people have other people strap them down and such. My mind went in a thousand directions and none of them were correct. If I can help you, I will.”


Dark Velvet, a Paranormal Romance at an Art Colony

Don’t miss the first part of Chateau Seductions series, Dark Velvet, a paranormal erotic romance. Dark Muse is also out now and I’m writing Dark Stranger.

Dark Velvet

Chateau Seductions Part 1

darkvelvetGrad student Savannah Evans is thrilled to be accepted as a resident to a prestigious art colony. Where else would she be able to focus on her craft of writing poetry in a setting like that of the medieval-styled castle? The remote New England island is a respite from her hectic city life. When she meets her benefactor, a mysterious French sculptor, her expectations for carefree days writing near the ocean are distracted by unprofessional fantasies about her sponsor.

Antoine Chevalier built Les Beaux Arts on DeRoche Island to bring purpose back to an existence that has lost meaning. He’s wandered the earth for decades and finds solace in returning to art. When Savannah applies for a residency, something about her words touches him. After her arrival, a physical attraction grows between them, which he struggles against.  She deserves more than someone of his kind.

Antoine proposes they become lovers during her stay. But the situation turns complicated when Savannah discovers his secret. She had suspicions about his identity, but finds the truth overwhelming. Consumed by her desire for Antoine and faced with a tough decision, she is blind to the danger that has arrived at DeRoche Island.

Paranormal / gargoyle / vampire / shapeshifter


“The setting on DeRoche Island was beautiful, and felt like it was from another time. The chemistry between Savannah and Antoine is sure to draw the reader in as well. 
Dark Velvet is the first novella in the Chateau Seduction series. I am very excited to read Carlisle’s next installment!”

“Dark Velvet has a dark eroticism that makes you want to be Savannah. It is a book that is a good, quick and darkly thrilling read.” 

“…insanely hot chemistry between the female protagonist Savannah & vampire Antoine.  Their intensity starts off right away and you’re not a chapter in before it takes off like a rocket!”

“Sexy, dark, full of intrigue, art, and paranormal sexiness, Dark Velvet has it all in one hot package!”

“An Enchanting Story, as rich and sexy as Dark Velvet  – This is a seductive Gothic tale that will draw you in from the first page.”

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New New Boxed Set: Shades of Domination: Fifty by Fifty #2

I teamed up with some talented authors in this hot boxed set, which just came out. An added bonus–it’s only 99 cents for a short time!

New Boxed Set Release: Shades of Domination: Fifty by Fifty #2

Fifty By Fifty: Fifty Novels by Fifty Bestselling Authors in four big boxed sets!

We got you going with Volume 1, but now Volume 2 has arrived to turn up the heat.
Let a whole new set of hot alpha males steam up your eReader. They will get what they want. Passionate, unrelenting, and insatiable, these men intend to do everything it takes to keep you coming back for more.So pour a glass of wine and cuddle up with this box set. The door to the helicopter is open, and that goddess inside you is saying YES!

Cat Haus by Cat Johnson 
I’m Cate. Two years ago I was in college. Today, I’m a legal prostitute and I was happy with that, until John arrived. He’s a billionaire. I’m a hooker. Now, things are far from simple…

Dark Velvet by Lisa Carlisle 
Grad student Savannah is thrilled to be accepted to a prestigious art colony. When she meets the French sculptor, Antoine, an attraction grows, turning dangerous when she discovers his dark secret.

Club Soria by Emilia Kincade 
Maya’s life is falling apart, and she retreats to exotic Thailand. She never expects to meet a dashing and dominating reclusive billionaire. She certainly never expects him to take a liking to her…

Letters of Intent by Angelica Boone and Hayden Voss 
Abigail finds herself in a dangerously spun web in the office and her entire career is at stake, but so is her heart. She needs to figure out who tricked her into an office romp before it’s too late.

My Rockstar Billionaire by Amy Aday 
A curvy girl trying to get over a breakup, while in a tropical paradise meets a hot mysterious stranger who has secrets.

The Billionaire’s Son by Arabella Quinn 
An erotic romance series packed with intrigue, danger, secrets, powerful billionaires, clandestine sex clubs, sizzling sex scenes and one sinfully sexy billionaire playboy behaving very badly.

Unwillingly Yours by Marian Tee 
Curvy bookworm Jaike Hepburn’s succumbed to the inevitable. She no longer cares what the whole school thinks about billionaire heir Derek Christopoulos becoming her Dom, and she his Sub.

The Vigilante’s Lover by Annie Winters 
A small-town girl is mistaken for a spy and kidnapped by the dark knight of a Vigilante underground.

A Beautiful & Dark Obsession by Anna Antonia 
Sophia Carter has loved Alexander Monroe Draven II since she was a girl, but he became an obsession too dangerous to keep. Now he’s back. The billionaire wants Sophia & he won’t take no for an answer.

The CEO and the Girl From the Coffee Shop by Terry Towers 
Beth is unlike the women Gabriel usually ‘dates’. Desperate to know more about her, he offers her a job as a live-in cook in an attempt to get closer to her.

Sex Research by Skye Eagleday 
When Shauna’s Professor violates research ethics by urging her to become his submissive—will the virgin Shauna risk her future by answering her own questions about sex by crossing this forbidden line?

The Billionaire’s Contract by Ava Claire 
Recent college grad Leila Montgomery just landed her dream job. The catch? Her sexy billionaire boss is looking for a personal assistant…and private submissive.

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Hurt Me Good, Dirty Rotten Vampires 1, Adult Erotic Romance

Dirty Rotten Vampires 1

Hurt Me Good

A cold heart plus hot blood sweetens the pain.

Portrait of sexy man in sun glasses. Holding on side of the glasBarringer Ganteau has hunted enough demon-mixed vampires to last a million lifetimes. His wish is to see all demi-vamps maimed, preferably dead. Single-handedly, he attempts to vanquish the scourge of mixed breeds from the face of the earth. Then Ringer meets Armada, a demi-vamp with the power to deliver the kind of pain he desires and melt his frozen heart.

Armada comes from Haiti, carrying the exotic heat of the islands and her kind with her. When she faces a cold-hearted vampire, a being superior to her mixed heritage, she vows to hate him as much as he hates her. Armada hadn’t reckoned with the vamp’s ability to use pain to bring out a side of her she had not known existed.


She’d only learned about the demon blood a few months ago. Hell, she didn’t want to sprout horns or grow a tail. She had witnessed firsthand what a diseased demi-vamp looked like when she hunted with Split. The ragged teeth and yellow skin made her sick.

“Guess I’m not the only one in the room who kills demi-vamps.”

She spun to catch him watching her from the doorway. “Fuck you.”


“Oooh! Go to hell.”

“A place more suitable to your kind.” Armada didn’t grasp the meaning of his glare. Ringer’s voice grew softer. “Come eat, I cooked.”

“Why when you could fabricate it.”

“Because I like to cook and fabricated doesn’t taste as good.”

“Probably tastes like shit.”

Red circled his violet eyes. She understood that look having seen it often when Split became irritated. “You can let me know; I’ve never tasted shit.” She reached for a vase on the table and lifted it to hurl at his head. “Can you afford to replace that? I will take it out in trade.”

“God, I hate you.”

“Living with me is easier once you understand my rules.”

“I’m not living with you.”

“Yeah, you are.” He strode to stand beside her seat. “One, don’t throw my shit around; two, eat what I cook or fabricate your own shit.” He wrapped a curl of her hair around his finger. “Three, when we fuck, we do it my way or not at all.”

Standing, she walked past him and turned. “I like not at all.”

“Honey, you’ll be in my bed by nightfall.”


He walked to where she stood. “Linen closet is at the top of the stairs. You’ll need bedclothes for the sofa.”

“You only have one bedroom?” She glanced around the space for the first time. Expensive antiques dotted shiny plank wood floors. The furniture was masculine and in a mix of dark chocolate and red hues. Large windows remained bare of curtains. Probably a voyeuristic jackass. The living room was large and bright. Good thing there was no truth to the fact vampires could only move around at night. Sunlight streamed in the window. “One bedroom?” From the floor plan, she knew upstairs held more than a single room, unless, of course, it was a damn large room.

He laughed and looked over his shoulder. “Only one you can enter.”


“Hope you like baked chicken.” He grinned. “With lots of garlic.”

“I’ll fix a salad.”

She reached the kitchen in time to see him fork a breast and a thigh onto a plate. He followed the chicken with a large dollop of mashed potatoes. “Do I look like a salad fixings kind of guy to you?”

“Jesus.” She yanked open the refrigerator door and peered inside. Closing her eyes, she attempted to bring salad greens to Barringer’s house. Nothing. She could transport, but that was with Split’s help, and right now, he seemed absent from her head. One day she’d get the hang of vampire tricks and be able to use them by herself. Spying an old, spotted apple, she grabbed it. “This will do.”

“Whatever.” He bit into the meat and chewed for a minute. That was followed by a big helping of potatoes. After he’d swallowed the food, he took a sip of white wine. He gazed at her with his head tilted. “You’re thick enough to miss one meal.”

The apple slammed dead in the center of his plate sending the chicken flying into his lap and mashed potatoes covering the front of his shirt.


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A Sovereign Spot


A Jack Frost and the Snow Queen Fantasy Erotic Romance

letting go

Hoping to win a copy of “Letting Go” during this party? I have to say, the idea of Jack Frost and the Snow Queen together thrilled me from the start! It’s got a little bit of modernity, a little bit of traditional folklore and a lot of heat! Here’s just a sample. You can read another excerpt and find out how to get the book at Changeling Press!


Ice bounded toward the gate, whimpering again. Jack smirked as she slowly made her way toward him. “It seems as if my dog prefers you to me.”

Jack winked. “You did send him after me. Maybe he just wanted to be a good boy and retrieve your heart’s desire.”

Erika’s normally porcelain face grew pink. “Then I can assure you he would have brought me almost anything else.”

Smirking, Jack retorted, “Sure about that, sweetheart?”

“Indubitably. You are not nearly as charming as you believe yourself to be, Mr. Frost.” She balled her hands up into fists at her sides and glared at him, face still pink.

“Hey, I can’t help it if I charm both beauties and beasts.”

Erika crossed her arms over her chest, failing to mask her grin. “Then I suppose I should be glad he keeps you occupied.”

“Not quite.” With a quick breath, Jack froze his features, then blew out a gust of breath to melt them. His body now slippery with the dripping ice, he passed through her gate with a supernatural burst of energy.

Erika gasped but couldn’t back away, standing transfixed to the spot as he shook off ice crystals from his hair. Polar eyes blazing with blue intensity, he leaned in closer. “There’s something else, someone else, I’d much rather occupy my time with.”

When he leaned in to kiss her, Erika made no protest.

Jack’s lips dusted hers with the coolest of brushes. When she sighed sweetly, he moved in firmly against her. White swirls of snow candy-caned between them, melding the pair into a single wintry figure. His hands cupped her cold cheeks and she leaned into him, hands remaining still at her sides even as she released a strangled moan of pleasure.

Licking her top lip, Jack nuzzled her face with his own, kissing Erika more deeply than he’d ever imagined. He’d fantasized about this day for centuries, but never dreamed that she’d feel this good, this complete, in his arms.


Flurries skimmed their skin as they drew even closer, body flush against body, and Erika’s eyes fluttered open to dazedly stare at the childhood companion she’d desired for so long. Why had she pushed him away again?

Icicles hung from Jack’s eyelashes, sticking them to his cheeks. The corners of his face flushed with a blue tinge.

No! Kai!

Erika pulled back, pushing Jack with a gust of wind. He landed with an, “Oof!” in the snow.

“I can’t.” Her voice, though heavy with anguish, was firm with insistence. “I can’t hurt you. Not like him. Go.”

Encounters – Free Reads by BJ McCall

The holidays are over, but why not start off the New Year with free reads.

Changeling Encounters are short, hot, free reads. Take a break and check out an Encounter.

Happy New Year


The following free Encounters are available at Barnes and Noble and ARe:

The Best, Better Than Chocolate, Choice, Morning Moon, Feel of Fur and Cemetery Vamp



I have two new Encounters that are available from Changeling Press, Cinda’s Hex and Sexy Dangerous.


Sexy Dangerous


Cinda’s Hex




Lick This by B.J. McCall Excerpt 2

If you are still in a holiday mood – here’s another excerpt from my holiday, erotic elf tale.

Happy New Year



Every year Norr leaves a big peppermint candy cane to tempt Faith. If she licks the candy cane she’ll be able to join him at the North Pole. Trouble is, Faith hates peppermint. 




Norr reached out and cupped her face with one hand. Faith was so beautiful, with long, sun-kissed hair, big brown eyes, and a mouth he longed to kiss, but right now her lips were trembling. “Don’t say that,” he said, moving so close her scent curled in his nostrils and her breasts were soft against his chest.

Norr expected her to pull away, but perhaps what she needed was someone to hold her. Someone who cared. And Norr cared. He had since the first moment he’d seen her file.

He folded her into his arms and to his surprise Faith laid her head against his shoulder. She was soft and warm and set his insides to sizzling.

Getting personal was against the rules, except for the furlough that started right after Santa took off in his sleigh to deliver toys. He allowed the Elves to move freely between the dimensions and let them indulge in Earthly pleasures. The period didn’t last long, but all the Elves looked forward to Christmas furlough.

“I hate peppermint,” she whispered.

Norr liked holding her. She triggered all his male senses and his precious furlough time was ticking away.

“Do you hate kisses?”

She lifted her head and looked at him. “What?”

“I want to kiss you.”

She pulled out of his arms. “Pervert Elf.”

Incensed, he fisted his hands on his hips. “I beg your pardon.”

“You sneak into my house in that ridiculous costume, claim you work for Santa Claus and what you are really after is sex. Elves don’t have sex.”

“Most of the year that’s true, but I’m on Christmas furlough. The only time during the whole year when I don’t have to work, I can drink alcohol and have sex. Instead of having fun, having sex, I chose to spend it with you.”


Lick This is available at Changeling Press, ARe, Amazon, Kobo and B&N