#NewRelease: Fractured Fantasies: Vol. 1 by Torie James #Erotica #Fantasy @Writergurl216

Past the shadows of lust and temptation there is a secret dimension of dark, forbidden desires. Abandon rational thought and step into a world of shattering rapture, furious ecstasy and burning secrets. Worship the flesh and submit to carnal seduction but remember passion comes at a high price. What are you willing to pay?

Book One — Point of No Return

One night a year, impiety and temptation take center court at the invitation only event hosted by the mysterious Avan Noxturna. Decadent darkness, burning lust, and wicked intentions hide behind innocent masks in the most innocuous places. The fires of hell may blaze hot, but the flames of passion consume common sense when obsessive memories escape to ignite an inferno of intimate bliss that will sear both saint and sinner.

Book Two: No Change Policy in Room 8

Nerdy sexpot, Maggie, is good at minding her own business. But when Tall, Dark, and Horny makes his presence known, she answers the siren call of anonymous lust on the first ring. Able to get her juices stirring, she’s more than willing to give this contender a shot. It’s been a long time since someone made the grade. Thinly veiled secrets don’t hold water when mystery bleeds into misery and pleasure demands payment with pain.

Book Three — Reclaiming the Rabbit Hole

Madly erotic and impossible dreams have turned Edee Carroll’s waking hours into an embarrassingly nightmarish reality. Carnal passion and a curious nature lead her through the doorway of a doctor specializing in her problem. There are some doors that should never be opened and when the road is paved with crooked desire and dangerous secrets, it doesn’t matter which direction the truth leads. Time is running out and there’s a thin line between satisfaction and suffering.

Book excerpt ((4/5 Heat Rating))

A blast of icy pain raced down her back, making her blink with the sudden onset. Her breath hitched, as though her ribcage buckled, compressed then released. A dull ache set up shop along her spine. Alarmed at the symptoms, she managed to set her shoulders stiffly, casting her gaze over the sea of people, weaving her way through, politely excusing herself when stopped by happy, drunk guests. She had done a full perimeter of each floor and now it was time to get to her office and wait for the offerings. Finding the twins, she conferred a few moments before heading to the elevator.

Then she saw him approach and everything receded into a hazy mural of shadows and light.

Golden brown eyes glowed under the lighting, the skull mask framing a chiseled face. Head to toe, in form fitting red, she remained hypnotized by the pure masculine grace, watching him unfurl from the shadows in wraithlike glory, making his way towards her stealthily.

A rush of pure pleasure slammed through her body, nipples tightening right away and for a brief heartbeat, she felt hands on her body and the slow, heated lick of an invisible tongue teasing her throbbing clit. It took her breath away, carnal thoughts first and foremost in her mind. It had been a very long time since she'd gotten laid. Business first, booty second.

He did look yummy…in all the right places.

She enjoyed being a highly sexual female who felt no shame in shagging a man for recreational purposes. Guys did it all the time and they were called studs. A woman with the same goal? Slut. Luckily, she didn't much care what anyone thought. She had no desire to settle into a bullshit relationship where she lost her identity. Her mother had schooled her. She was an island and it suited her fine when the occasional ship came into port, docking on a temporary pass.

A lustful interlude with a masked stranger on Halloween? Cliché. And tempting. She did have a few extra minutes.

Then he filled her vision and she felt her body grow damp under the heated gaze.

One. Quick. Fuck.

Medicinal purposes only.

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Guest Interview - Janie Franz, author of Verses, The Lost Song #FlavoursofSage

Welcome author Janie Franz to Flavours of Sage!

The business ones

Please give us a short introduction about yourself: I tired of telling other people’s stories as a freelance journalist so I began to write my own. My first book was picked up in 2009 by a publisher. I found my current publisher in 2010, becoming a house author, and produced eight titles with them. I moved my first three titles to them when my contracts ran out so now all of my books are under one roof. I relocated to Santa Fe, finally settling down to write my twelfth novel…. I’ve also been a radio announcer, a booking agent/publicist for a jamband, taught yoga and relaxation techniques, and taught art and world dance to children.

What genre(s) do you write in and why?  I write fantasy, thrillers, paranormal horror, and archaeology thrillers.

Tell us about your favourite book. I’m quite fond of Verses, the first book of The Lost Song Trilogy (and book four in the Bowdancer series). The trilogy follows Jan-nell, the heroine of the Bowdancer series. Eleven summers after Jan-nell the bowdancer left her daughter Mira-nell with the sisterhood of hunters on the mountain and came to live with Khrin to raise their son, Bearin, she is called by the sisterhood to find their origins. The first clue is a bit of song Jan-nell learns at the deathbed of the oldest woman in the sisterhood’s village. Jan-nell and her companions seek the origins of the mysterious women on the mountain through the verses of that song. Master hunter Bekar and master trackfinder Chandro accompany Jan-nell and Bearin on a quest for the lost song that takes them from their local inn out across the landscape of their world as they meet bee spinners and kings and risk their lives to achieve their goal.

Do you need a special setting to write in or do you have a ceremony to get you in the mood? What does it look like? Actually, I write wherever I can put my feet up. In my tiny little casita in Santa Fe, I normally write sitting on my bed because I can put my feet up. I do have a banquette where I have my meals but I find sitting with my feet on the floor isn’t good for my circulation. My feet fall asleep. (I’m not a youngster anymore.)

Describe your feelings when you learnt that your first book was accepted for publication. This was something I’d dreamed about as an eight-year-old little girl when I first started scribbling bits and pieces of stories. I had some stories printed in my junior high and high school anthologies, but that wasn’t true publishing. While in high school, however, I had two poems and an essay printed in three different publications for which I was paid a total of maybe $20. It took me almost four decades to get paid again for anything I’d written, including all of the non-profit newsletters I did. That was when I started my writing business and did editing, copywriting, and ghostwriting. Quickly, I began to write cover and feature articles for regional, national, and international newspapers and magazines (print and online). But having my first tittle (a novelette) published was the realization of a lifelong dream. I was thrilled but a little awkward when I was suddenly the focus of someone else doing the interviewing.

Has the release of your first book changed anything in your personal life? If so, what? I think it has in some way. It was part of a series of changes that happened around the same time. Also, the writing of those books was great therapy for me. Warrior Women, the third book in my Bowdancer series, changed my life. It showed me that I had been ignoring a significant part of who I was. I eventually came out---at a very, very late age.

Where do you find inspiration? Everywhere. There is the saying that writers put people they know into their books, heavily disguised. That’s probably true. But I must confess my inspiration for the Bowdancer series came from a meditation. I was on the floor, letting whatever come, and Jan-nell, the Bowdancer, came fully drawn. I knew her motivation and why she was hurting. I quickly wrote down a paragraph. It sat for several years before she came to life.

Who is your favourite character and why?  I’ve always been fond of Bekar, the master hunter, in my Bowdancer series. But I also love a lot of the other characters in those books: all of the sisterhood, the beespiners, the muscular dark sword dancers, the desert beastmaster, and Khrin, the bard. But I also adore the crazy characters in my contemporary novel about the music business, Sugar Magnolia: the Reverend, Mama, the bassman enamored with an antique espresso machine, and old blues man Bull Weaver. What fun to write them!

A favourite line from one of your books. From Verses, “You are not dead inside,” Bekar said. “And that is a good thing.”

Your favourite drink and food when writing. Water. I don’t eat when I write. I get into a zone and nothing breaks that until I sort of come up for air.

The nosy ones

How much of the real “you” is in your stories?  I think my values are very present in my main characters. They are all strong women and I think I am one, too.

Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? Who was it? Oh my gosh, yes! I’ve had a huge crush on Bekar, the Master Hunter, who first appeared in Warrior Women and then in The Lost Song Trilogy. She became very real to me during the writing of those books and that lingered for a year or two after they were published. Today, I look on her fondly, rather like an old flame of my youth. I’m much too old to entertain thoughts of her today.

Who is your least favourite of the characters you’ve written? Why?  Bastin, the love interest in the first book of the Bowdancer series. He was important to the series.

The steamiest scene from your books. I think it was actually from Sugar Magnolia, my contemporary novel about the music industry, a m/f lovescene.

Favourite comfort food? Homemade mac and cheese—often with green chilli.

If you could ask any person in the world one question of your choice, who would it be and what would you ask them?  I already did. When I was a freelance journalist, I interviewed Mickey Hart and I asked him about the spirituality of the drum. It was a marvellous exchange. The interview netted three articles for three different publications: one was about his appearance at a festival; one was about the new album with world musicians; and the other was the one about spirituality.

The fast ones

Favourite colour? Yellow

Favourite pet? Cat but I can’t have pets where I live now.

Coffee or tea?  Coffee for breakfast. Tea for relaxing

Quickie or candles? Oh, give me the whole package and make it last.

Hunky or chunky? I like a study butch woman.

Suit & tie or jeans & boots?  Both, depending on the occasion.

Walk in the park or chat over cocktails? Both, depending on the butch.

Author Bio

Janie Franz comes from a long line of Southern liars and storytellers. She told  other people’s stories as a freelance journalist for many years. With Texas wedding DJ, Bill Cox, she co-wrote The Ultimate Wedding Ceremony Book and The Ultimate Wedding Reception Book, and then self-published a writing manual, Freelance Writing: It’s a Business, Stupid!  She also published an online music publication, was an agent/publicist for a groove/funk band, a radio announcer, and a yoga/relaxation instructor.

Currently, she is writing her tweveth novel and a self-help book, Starting Over: Becoming a Woman of Power.

Author website / blog:

https://authorjaniefranz.wordpress.com

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https://thebowdancersaga.wordpress.com

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http://www.amazon.com/Verses-Lost-Song-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B0099XMEL2/ref=sr_1_10?ie=UTF8&qid=1456364707&sr=8-10&keywords=Janie+Franz

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/verses-janie-franz/1113575391?ean=2940044974036

https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/verses-the-lost-song-trilogy

The Trouble with Parris (Grey River 7) by @Maiadylanauthor #eroticromance #shifter

Faced with her own mortality, Parris Church seeks out one of the only people in the world she can trust. Before Parris can get to her, the seizures that have been plaguing force her into hiding.

Jase and Rhys Wilson find a woman hurt and hiding behind their garden shed. Then their day gets a little strange. It turns out that she’s their mate, on the run from a mad man, and suffering from a medical condition she’s not interested in talking about. Despite her belief that there is no future for the three of them, Jase and Rhys are determined to give her a reason to live. 

When they are finally given a solution that might help, Parris is followed to Grey River by a friend in need and an enemy with revenge in mind. Parris, Jase, and Rhys must deal with both if they're going to have any chance of a future.

http://www.bookstrand.com/book/the-trouble-with-parris

EXCERPT - PG13

“Parris, can you hear me?” Dr. Carson’s tone was calm and unhurried. “I need you to open your eyes and talk to me.”

Parris pushed aside nausea and pain and opened her eyes farther. She blinked rapidly to clear her gaze and slowly brought the doctor’s face into focus.

“That’s it, come on back to us, sweetness.”

Parris turned her head slightly and caught sight of Jase and Rhys standing close to her bed on the opposite side to the doctor. They stood with mirrored expressions of concern mixed with relief, no doubt from seeing her awake.

“Parris?”

She turned back toward the doctor, thankful that the room was no longer spinning as fast as it had been moments before.

“Tell me how you feel?”

Parris sighed. “Other than a headache that could quite potentially put a hippopotamus on its ass, I’m just peachy.”

Chris grinned as he shone a small penlight into her eyes. She winced at the twinge of pain the light caused but froze at the sound of growling that echoed against the walls of her hospital room. Chris winked at her before he lifted his gaze to the two men growling—fucking growling—from the opposite side of the bed. “Ignore these two, they just don’t like the fact that you’re in pain.”

“No fucking kidding,” Rhys snarled, and there was a distinct distortion to his voice.

Again Parris found herself wondering what in the hell they were. And if Rhys and Jase were both telepathic and had powers that had their eyes changing colors, then perhaps Chris Carson did too. Melaina had told her she could trust everyone here and that they had nothing but her safety and best interests in mind, but did she know they were kinda possessed?

“You’ve had another seizure,” Chris informed her, and Parris knew it was a result of her using her powers. “You had a pretty severe nose bleed, that I figure was triggered by the blood vessel that was damaged during the seizure itself. Now, you need to make a decision, Parris. We’ve talked about this in private since I admitted you a week ago, and without any further incidents, I haven’t pushed you to let Rhys and Jase in on what is going on with you. However, this last seizure was a doozy, and without Melaina here, you are going to need the support I know these two growling knuckleheads can give you but only if you are open and truthful with each other.”

Chris looked up at stared pointedly at Rhys and Jase. “And only if all of you are open and honest with each other. That means you two bastards are going to have to man up and tell this woman what she needs to know. Now, I’m going to head out and grab some of the test results I’ve been waiting on. I will be back here in about fifteen minutes.” With that cryptic message to the room, he swept out the door.

Jase reached over and clasped her hand in his. When she met his gaze, she felt a connection within her start to pulse.

“Sweetheart, are you okay? You scared the shit out of us.”

Parris looked between him and Rhys and could read the fear they had for her clearly in their expressions. Before leaving, Melaina had told her to trust these men, and Chris had basically just said the same damn thing. Taking a breath, she opened her mouth and took a chance. “I’m dying.”

©Maia Dylan, 2016 Siren Publishing

Maia Dylan lives, loves and works in beautiful New Zealand.  She married her best friend and they have two adorable, but stubborn children who obviously take after their father.  

Maia’s career has featured a lot of travel, and she has filled her time at airports and in the air with books, books and more books.  Her love of erotic paranormal romance has seen her amass a huge library.  She has been an avid reader and lover of ménage romances since she read her first book in this genre about three years ago.

In January of this year, Maia submitted her first ever manuscript to Siren Publishing.  She wasn’t at all confident that it would be accepted and in fact she was expecting a nicely worded email with a resounding no!  Much to her surprise less than two weeks later she had an acceptance and a signed contract in hand.  Since then she hasn’t looked back and currently has three books in her Grey River series set for publication.

Outside of writing, Maia loves to eat, so she loves to cook!  Her herb garden is legendary, but she still has issues getting tomatoes to grow.  She’s been a performer for years, and has even sung on international stages, she would love to own a classic Ford Mustang one day and of course have the opportunity to race it on a race track without fear of a speeding ticket.

Although ultimately her dream is to be able to write full time on a sandy beach with a Mai Tai at hand, she is quite happy to fit her writing in when she can.  As long as someone reads her books, gets a laugh and maybe come to love her characters and much as she does, then she feels that she is living her dreams no matter what!

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Book Showcase: Half-Soul (The Realm Book 1) by Katherine Rhodes @Mistress_KayR

Half-Soul (The Realm Book 1)

Hell called to his soul, but his soul resisted.
Or that’s what Asher Terhune believed.

Born from the demonic seduction of his human mother, his birth destroyed her marriage. They were left with only a Guardian and Watcher to protect them from his demon heritage. Born with a half-soul, Asher quickly learned to use the Seven Deadly Sins to fill the hole inside himself.

His favorite sin was Lust.

Women had no chance of a second night with Asher, once he was done with them. And he had no intention of changing his ways. Until the sweet, calm, caring Sarah Illfrig rocked his world, and refused his bed.

Asher found her refusal unacceptable and took on the challenge of seducing her. Sarah pushed him away even as the desire she felt for him was pulling her in.

But Sarah harbored her own secrets, and when the Guardian and the Watcher found out, it became imperative to keep Sarah and Asher apart.

**CONTENT WARNING: Contains adult language, m/m/f, and sexual situations and is intended for adult audiences only. 18+ Only**

Amazon http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01BCUP4E8/

EXCERPT

“I’m sorry this turned into such a damn mess tonight,” Asher said, helping her out of the car at her apartment.
“It was only those demons at the end that were any kind of problem,” Sarah said. “They kind of put a damper on the whole vibe. Is Vassago really going to be able to make a claim on his insurance? I didn’t know they had a demon clause.”

Asher laughed. “Are you okay with all of this? A week ago you were just Sarah, the girl whose sickness no one could figure out.”

She paused. “You know, as strange as this is going to sound, yes. I’m okay with it. It explains so much about everything that’s gone on in my life and with my health. I’m oddly comforted by the fact I’m not normal and no doctor will be able to cure this. I did everything right, but this is beyond what regular medicine can do. And I’m okay with that.” She smiled sheepishly. “Especially if it means I get to be close to you.”

Asher returned the smile. “Does this mean I’m off your shit list?”

“Mostly,” Sarah answered.

“Mostly?”

Sarah keyed the door to the building open. “Mostly. We’ll see if I wake up with a job tomorrow.”

“I’m not going to fire you,” Asher said. “That used to happen after we slept together.”

Sarah looked at him. “Like I said, we’ll see if I wake up with a job in the morning.”

Asher got it. He rushed in through the door behind her and spun her against the wall, carefully. “I’m really that far off your shit list?”

“You’ve done everything right, Asher,” she said. “You stuck to every boundary I set up. You’ve been nothing but a gentleman. The only thing you were forward about was finding me yesterday evening and asking me to help you with the emptiness. That’s not really an infraction in my opinion. After tonight, that whole protecting everyone that you and Gad and Vassago did, you’re mostly off my ‘do not fly’ list.”

He leaned a hand on the wall and pushed a little closer. “And what do I have to do to get completely off your ‘do not fly’ list?”

“Two things.” She smiled. “That I wake up still employed tomorrow and how many times you can make me come.”

Asher couldn’t formulate an answer. He gave up and dropped his head to hers, pressing his lips across hers. His first taste of her was one of sugar and strawberries and the scent of fresh ocean air rose up around them. Her lips were soft and careful, and there was still a hint of fear in them. That she was willing to welcome him up even with that fear spoke volumes for her courage. But he had no intention of letting her go, in any sense of that. Tomorrow morning he would confess his darkest sins to her, but for the moment, he wanted to savor her taste and feel her body.

He pulled away from the careful, hesitant kiss and brushed a few stray strands out of her face. “Show me upstairs. Or I’ll start working on condition two right now.”

Sarah’s eyes lit up, and a small smile appeared on her face. “That’s not really incentive.”

“It is if I get you naked right here.”

She pulled her lip between her teeth. That expression had never worked on Asher until just now, when the lust it conveyed and the potential for sexual promise went straight through him and made his dick jump. Asher leaned into Sarah’s ear. “You have a naughty streak, don’t you?”

“You’ll have to find out.” She ducked under his arm and headed for the elevator.

The doors opened for them and Asher ducked in just behind her. She had already pressed the button for her floor and he took the opportunity to wrap his arms around her and pull her against him. She gasped lightly when she felt his length against her lower back, then turned and caught his eyes. “Did I do that?”

“You,” he breathed into her ear. “I have done everything in my power to keep myself in check around you.”

“And what a fine façade you put up,” she answered.

Asher nibbled on her ear. “If we weren’t going only seven floors, we’d have to stop this elevator.” He realized his hands were in the perfect spot, and slid them up just a little to wrap his hands around her firm, pert breasts. He plumped them lightly, and Sarah let out a breath.

“Your hands feel wonderful.”

“I can assure you that your breasts feel just as good.”

He brought his hands back down off of her just as the car slid to a stop. He might threaten to rip her clothes off and take her in the elevator, but he wasn’t really that much of a bastard. She was too much perfection for him to really consider it.

The first time, anyway.


AUTHOR BIO

Author of erotica, light BDSM erotica and paranormal erotica. Expert in the profundities of bad movies and awful literature. Armed with her Bachelors of English, Literature she has set her mind to writing erotic romances which are kinky, dirty, and fun. A lackadaisical laundry goddess, Katherine resides in Philadelphia with her husband, three cats and a betta named Fishtian Grey.

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Book Showcase: Rapture at Midnight (The Cynn Cruors Bloodline Series Book 1) by @Isobelle_Cate

She is the very essence of his immortal life.

He is her soul. 

Finn Qualtrough, a Cynn Cruor warrior, is on a mission to find the leader of the Scatha Cruor, Dac Valerian. When he pursues three Scatha warriors who can lead him to Dac, he discovers a woman who awakens a desire within Finn to claim her as his own.

Eirene Spence is an insomniac and a computer genius. Her penchant for midnight walks in the park puts her life in danger when the Scatha Cruor find her. She is saved when a handsome stranger rescues her. His touch ignites a hunger inside her that only he can satisfy.

By a twist of fate, Eirene’s client is Dac Valerian. She can lead Finn—and the rest of the Cynn Cruor—to Dac’s lair. But Dac wants her dead.

Now Finn must fulfill his mission while trying to keep Eirene alive. With Valerian after Eirene, nothing is certain, not even her place in Finn’s life.

There is a growing war between the Cynn Cruor and the Scatha Cruor: two breeds of immortal warriors who carry human, vampire, and werewolf blood. The Cynn Cruor want to live in harmony with the human race. The Scatha Cruor want to enslave them.

It’s time to start preparing for battle.

***CONTENT WARNING: This story contains adult language and sexual situations and intended for audiences 18+ ONLY***

FREE on all platforms

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Sexcerpt:

Eirene floated down from a pure cloud of bliss. Delicious shivers stroked her body when Finn kissed her forehead, then trailed kisses down her temple, making a beeline to nip at her neck. He was semi-hard inside of her and Eirene could feelanother wave of lust teasing her core. She trailed her fingers over his skin and arched her back so her nipples could brush his chest. She heard the low rumble of laughter in Finn's throat as she began to run her fingertips up and down his back, then slowly caress his tight butt cheeks.

“You're as insatiable as I am.”

Eirene smiled. “I never realized I was ohhh...”

Finn's right arm encircled her waist while his left arm braced his weight against the step as he pulled out of her. She sighed, her body boneless and sated. She linked her arms around his neck when Finn lifted her and carried her up the stairs. It felt so good being near Finn. She had never felt safer than she did now, in Finn's arms. She buried her face in his neck, licking and gently sucking his throat. She inhaled his scent of spice and musk and their joint sensual smell. God, his scent was making her want him again.
Finn walked towards her bedroom and to the bathroom.

“How?”

“I can see even in the dark, remember?”

Finn set her down in the bathroom before turning on the tap for her. Eirene entered the stall, sighing as the warm water gently rained on her back, her legs wobbly after their passionate lovemaking.

“You go ahead,” he said. “I'll get our clothes from downstairs.”

Eirene had other things in mind.

“A kiss before you go?” She asked as her eyes seduced him. She stepped back to allow Finn to enter the stall.

Finn swooped to take her mouth in another heart stopping kiss. Fire started to swell in her belly. Eirene molded her body against his, their tongues teasing each other. Her hands splayed over his chest, her palms overly sensitive, enjoying the play of his muscles beneath them. Finn drew a hard breath before crushing her to him. Excitement poured into the apex between her thighs when Finn's cock swelled against her stomach. His breath was harsh with need as his stubble scrapped against her neck before dipping towards her breasts. Eirene arched her back and gave a rapturous moan when his mouth captured her left nipple, twirling the tight erect bud around his tongue. Her hips nudged against him and she smiled when she heard his low growl.

She laughed softly.

“Our clothes,” she whispered.

“Can wait,” he muttered against her areola before he gently grazed it with his teeth.

Eirene reveled at the silky feel of his hair as she held his head about her breast. She moaned at the jolts of electricity his tongue ignited, causing her femininity to weep again. She lifted her leg against his hip and reached down between them to slide her hand up and down Finn's heated shaft. With a growl, Finn lifted her to allow her to place her legs around his waist. The warmth of the shower spray heightened the sensual atmosphere. Finn lifted her and gently backed her against the wall.

Eirene returned every hard kiss, every thrust of Finn's tongue against hers. She held him tight, urging him to take her, her gasps coming fast from her lips. Finn ended the kiss and looked at her with smoldering hunger. Eirene's eyes widened, then fell to half-mast when she felt Finn's hardness slowly sink into her again. She moaned at the pleasurable sensation of her channel readily bathing his shaft with her slick juices.

“Eirene, look at me. I want to see your eyes as I take you. I want to know how much you want me.”
Eirene's eyes widened. His commanding words fed her excitement, and she did as he demanded. She looked at his eyes, turbulent with desire. The gold flecks were back in his midnight blue pupils, looking like tiny rays of the sun against a lunar eclipse. The heat of his hunger caressed her, teased her, and claimed her. She felt as though his heat had tiny tendrils which licked at her skin and teased her hardened nipples. She gasped and hummed when Finn placed his hands underneath her ass to hold her closer, his thrusts bringing her nearer to the precipice. Finn turned on the heat by pumping faster, harder, and deeper. Eirene's breath caught in her throat. She gripped his shoulders to steady herself. Her eyelids wanted to close at the sheer ecstasy of Finn's rod thrusting into her. She whimpered, then looked down. Her channel's lips felt thick and slick as it ate every inch of Finn's cock, while it appeared and disappeared into her.

“Eirene…look at me.”



Author Bio
Isobelle Cate is a woman who wears different masks. Mother-writer, wife-professional, scholar-novelist. Currently living in Manchester, she has been drawn to the little known, the secret stories, about the people and the nations: the English, the Irish, the Scots, the Welsh, and those who are now part of these nations whatever their origins. Her vision and passion are fuelled by her interest and background in history and paradoxically, shaped by growing up in a clan steeped in lore, loyalty, and legend.

Isobelle is intrigued by forces that simmer beneath the surface of these cultures, the hidden passions, unsaid desires, and yearnings unfulfilled.

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Graphic artist Chloe Thomas has built a new life, but struggled to keep her latent mate status a secret. She discovers there’s a dark side to some shapechangers. Stalked by danger, she has to decide whether to run or stay and fight. She seeks advice from her friends, but meets three men who sweep in and take over her life.

Tony Landon, Logan Gentry, and Jason Malone have searched for their mate. Now, that they’ve found her, they want her to be happy, but with Logan in mating heat, they can’t seem to move slowly. They’re determined to protect her, not only from the danger targeting her, but also that focused on all Whyr.

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Rebecca Airies has always loved to read. Futuristic, the classics, mystery, horror and of course romance from sweet to extra spicy--the genre doesn’t matter as long as the stories capture her interest and take her on an adventure. You can often find her relaxing with Bram Stoker, Stephen King, Herman Melville, Jayne Krentz, Linda Howard, Virginia Henley, Delilah Devlin, Jaci Burton, Jaid Black or Angela Knight. She soon discovered a love for writing and characters just waiting to tell their stories. Since that time, writing has become an obsession.

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