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Walk on the Striped Side by
Jessie Lane
Much to
her horror, Elena
felt tiny pinpricks
in the corners
of her eyes
as they started
to water up. “Why are you doing this, Gage? What do you want from me?”
He studied her a
moment, watching her so intently that she felt naked from the inside out.
“You.”
“Me?” she
squeaked back.
“You,” he
answered again with an unwavering gaze.
Trying to bolster
her courage back up, Elena snapped, “I’ m not an
item you pick up at the store
or a whore
to be bought
off the street.
You can’ t just
go dragging me
around where you want me, snarling ‘ mine’ whenever you feel like! I’ m a human being,
Gage; you can’t own me!”
She expected
the ornery tiger
to get mad
and snarl at
her, instead he
did something much worse. One side of his lips curled up in
smug satisfaction, and the bastard smirked at her.
“I may
no longer live
in a time
period where one
person can actually
own another person, but
make no mistake,
love, I do
own you. Every
little inch. Every
breathy moan you
give me when I’ m playing with
your pretty pussy. Every hungry kiss you give me when I’ m buried deep inside
you. Every beat of that stubborn heart that you swear doesn’t still love me,
and every inch of that fierce soul of yours... They all belong to one person.
Me.”
Alpha Wolf Rising by Eliza
Gayle
The distant drumbeat vibrated through
Sierra’s body until her core pulsed with need. Anticipation for tonight's
events had been building all day. Standing naked at the window and staring up
at the moonless night sky, she couldn’t believe she was actually going through
with the ceremony. Her attempt to leave the pack for a normal life at college
not long ago had ended miserably and landed her back home and under the protection
of her father.
It had been the ultimate turning
point for her. What had once seemed stifling and restrictive had been the very
thing that freed her from the inner turmoil that had plagued her since her
mother's death. The inner wolf would not be denied and pack rituals were the
very thing that kept the animal happy so that their human halves could function
cohesively.
“You look stunning.”
The deep baritone voice jerked Sierra
from her thoughts. “Marek, you aren’t supposed to be here.” She grabbed her
heavy cloak from the bed and slid her arms into the sleeves.
“I can’t help myself, and you know
it.” He crossed the room and gathered her in his arms. “I’ve missed you,” he
whispered into her ear.
“It hasn’t even been twenty-four
hours since we last fucked. How can you miss me already?” She laughed, looking
up at him. Damn, he should not look this good right now. Nor feel this
comforting wrapped around her. It had been almost a year since she’d taken him
as an official lover, and she didn’t think she’d ever tire of seeing him. Dark
broody eyes tempted her with a constant look of barely restrained heat and
aggressiveness. He called to her alpha wolf—challenged her.
“Have I ever told you how much I love
your dirty mouth?” His lips pressed against hers, and heat flared to life
between her legs, tightening her nipples.
“Yeah, I know what you like about my
mouth, all right.” She bit at his lip, drawing a drop of blood.
A low growl sounded in Marek’s
throat, which made her grin against his mouth. If they kept this up, they’d
definitely be on the floor going at it before the ceremony. She pushed him
away, forcing herself to stop despite the moisture between her legs and the
longing in her chest. Her wolf was insatiable.
“We can’t do this now, and you know
it. So pull yourself together, wolfie.”
He growled and glared at her. She
loved taunting him with the nickname he hated. That was the thing about male
wolves. The more annoyed they got, the more aroused they became, and she’d end
up shoved against the wall with him pounding inside her. Just how she liked it
with Marek.
Now Nolan, he was different. Her
other lover had the patience of a saint, and no matter how hard she pushed, he
always stayed in control. It drove her wild, and he knew it. Damn, how she
loved him. A twinge of guilt settled in her stomach, and she turned back to the
window.
“What is it, Sierra?” Marek stepped
close, but he didn’t touch. Even he knew they had to settle down.
“I know Nolan understands things have
to go this way, yet it hurts my heart to keep him a secret.”
“So then speak up. You’re an alpha.
You have the ability to rewrite the rules.”
She turned on Marek. “Damn it, don’t
feed me that line of bullshit. You know if my father found out the truth, he’d
not make me the pack leader tonight. He'd probably give the pack to one of his
idiot male lieutenants just because they have a dick between their legs.”
Marek softened his expression with a
small smile. “Maybe you underestimate him. He may be set in his ways, but do
you honestly think he doesn’t understand the heat you withstand? The constant
sensual hunger that must be satisfied?”
She pushed past him and settled on
the chair in the corner. She didn’t want to have this conversation again. It
always ended the same. Tonight was special, and she would not walk away again.
The pack needed this as much as she did.
“I’ve made my decision,” Sierra began
on a sigh. “We will be mated, and Nolan will finally be able to live with us
full-time. The time isn't right for confrontation.”
Marek didn’t respond, and she refused
to look up in question. He would have to get used to his place at her side in
public and the fact that her decisions were final. Eventually, she’d find a way
to change the rules against wolves and their human protectors from mating, but
not tonight.
Tension grew in the room until her
skin itched with it, and the wolf whined inside her head. Now it was her turn
to deal with the increasing aggression and her need to prove her dominance over
Marek. Yeah right. That would be an interesting fight. He gave as good as he
got and always kept her on her toes.
A soft knock sounded at the door.
“Yeah?” The pit in her stomach grew
heavier.
“It’s time to go, Sierra. Everyone is
gathered outside and your father is waiting.” Her father. He’d reluctantly
agreed to the change in leadership of their pack on the shaky agreement that
Marek and she mate first. In fact, she suspected he knew the truth and was
using tonight as a way to force her hand.
This was the first black moon since
she’d returned to the pack, and she’d known when she came home her father would
expect this. Her thoughts drifted to the past and the heartache that lay behind
her. She firmly closed that door and stood. The past was the past and needed to
stay there.
“I’ll be right out.” She offered her
hand to Marek. “I guess it’s time for us to go.”
Instead of taking her hand, he
grabbed her shoulders and pulled her against his chest, his mouth descending
upon hers.
Forceful.
Claiming.
Those were her only clear thoughts as
he took possession of her, infusing her with emotions and passion that tasted
sweet and sensual.
When he broke the kiss, she stumbled
back a step but quickly regained her balance. His gaze captured hers, and she
stared into deep blue eyes dark with need. She wanted to get lost in them. But
she and Marek had a duty...
London Howl by Hildie
McQueen
"Genise." A husky, deep voice permeated through
the clouds of sleep and Genise snuggled closer to the warm body next to hers.
"Mmm?"
His hand slid down her arm and back up leaving a trail of
heat. She was instantlyawake. In her sleep, she'd plastered herself against
David. Now she was fully aware of what little he wore. Boxers or something of
the sort, nothing else.
Too mortified to move, she pretended to be half-asleep and
let out a long breath.
"This is dangerous." David didn't move away,
either. Instead, his hand continued its descent to her hip. "Tempting me,
Genise?"
She opened her eyes to find
he studied her face. "Sorry."
Genise moved away and turned her face into
the pillow. "I didn't realize I'd
moved over," she mumbled into the fabric.
"You were fast asleep." He turned to face her.
"It was nice to wake up with your head on my shoulder."
If only she'd woken up first. She’d fully remember the feel
of his body on top of her. Now her plan to
feel him up while he slept would
have to wait another day. Damn.
"Come here. Why did you move away?" With rumpled
hair and half-closed eyes, he reminded her of the ultimate Prince Charming.
Impossible to resist.
She slid closer and he pulled her against him. "That's
better now, isn't it?"
"Yes." No need to lie. "Much better."
"Are you ready for the day?" he asked as his hand,
once again, skimmed over her skin. Every single
molecule in her body went on high
alert and Genise inhaled sharply.
"I'm not sure. A bit nervous." Seriously, did the
man plan to hold a conversation right now? Of course, their agreement did not
include sex. As a matter of fact, it was very specifically indicated in the
contract that she was not to engage in any intimate manner with
him. How they were expected to sleep
in the same bed and not, was puzzling.
"Although I am used to it, there are times it all still
affects me. So I understand." He spoke in the lazy language of someone at
ease with the other in bed. How often, she wondered, did he have women hired to
do what she did right now?
Did he have an erection?
Most men woke up with one. Would
he rebuff any advances by her? Why
were they having some sort of
business meeting while half-naked in bed? He'd asked
something and she'd been too absorbed in dirty thoughts to hear. "Oh
goodness."
She'd not meant to speak out loud.
David placed his fingers under her chin and lifted her face.
"What?"
"Nothing. Just wondering what
I'm supposed to wear today," she lied.
He was gay. That had to be it. The part of her heart that had loved him
from afar for so long broke. Yet, it would certainly explain why he did not try
anything.
She left
her musings to
focus on his
words. He'd continued the
conversation ..."so it's refreshing to
be with someone that doesn't give a
fig about designers and such."
The soft, English accent combined with the huskiness of just
waking, was oh so sexy.
"David?"
"Yes?"
"Are you gay?"
There was a moment of silence, then a chuckle. "No. I
suppose you ask because I'm not trying to have sex with you."
Excerpt from Dragon’s Honor
© 2016 Mina Carter
Being called into
the boss’s office was nothing new for Duke and Baron. Being called in for
something other than a bollocking was.
“
You sure she
said we weren’t
in trouble?” Baron rumbled, the deep note of
his dragon evident in his voice
as he slouched in the chair next to Duke and glowered at his reflection in
the window opposite.
Given the nature
of the agency’
s work the PPA
offices were open twenty-four-seven, so the window looked
out onto the darkness of night.
Duke cast a
glance the same way. Twins whose
adoptive parents had decided that noble names would give their kids something
to aspire to, they weren’t identical,
not in human form anyway. As humans they looked alike, obviously brothers but
that was where it ended. It was only in their
shifted forms that
they were truly
identical. Whether or
not that was
the way with shadow-dragons, he
had no idea.
Dumped on the
steps of a hospital
when they were days old, they’ d never met their parents, nor indeed any
others of their kind. It had only been their adoptive father’ s research that
had given them a name for what they were. Seemed that shadow-dragons were as
rare as rocking horse shit, so getting more info was a no-go. Story of their
lives. “
Apparently
not. ” Duke shrugged. “She just
said she wanted to talk to us about a job.”
He reached up,
caught his hair
at the nape
of his neck
and snapped the
band from his wrist
around it in
a low pony-tail.
Unsnapping a second
he held it out
to his
brother. Baron glared at it as if
it were a venomous snake. Curling his lip, he took it and caught his own hair
back. Duke nodded
in approval as
he studied their
reflections in the
window. At least they looked
presentable now. Kind of. “
Why?” He slid a sideways glance at Duke. His
brother was way too quiet. Which meant he
was thinking, which
never led anywhere
good, or he
had done something, which
also never led anywhere
good. Especially since
their last job
had been at
a house with
stables. Stables with horses.
Horses which, as
far as Duke
was concerned, were
just steaks on
legs and Duke sure
as hell liked
steak. He also
hadn’t bugged the
shit out of
Baron to stop
for pizza on the way to the offices, a fact that hadn’t occurred to
Baron until just now. “
Please tell me
you didn’t snack at the Jenkins.”
Duke turned
to look at
him and...yes, there
it was. The wide-eyed, oh-so-innocent look that was completely believable to
everyone but Baron. His breath punched out of his lungs in a hiss just as
Iliona’s door opened.
“Keep shut
and let me do
the talking,” he
ordered as the
slender form of
their boss was outlined in the door.
Iliona was
human, which meant
small and delicate.
Where the agency
was concerned though, she
had balls of
steel and would
face down even
the scariest of
the paras. No one
argued, not if
they wanted a job.
Work could be
hard to come
by if you
were a paranormal, especially without the backing of
an established pack like the wolves, and old money like the vamps. Hell, even
the elves were organized, but dragons? Nada. Those that had to work were
relegated to niche
jobs or, Duke
shuddered, construction. He fucking
hated construction work. The
agency had changed all that for them. Within five minutes of walking into the
front office in desperation,
they’ d been
hired and hadn’t
looked back. Just
sideways and up, normally while Iliona was shouting at
them because Duke had eaten yet another family pet.
This time though,
the little human’s face was wreathed in a smile. It looked good on her. Quickly
Baron shut down that train of thought. He might be a dragon, and rather hard to
kill, but that didn’
t mean he
was suicidal. All
the guys working
for the agency,
whatever their species, knew the
boss was in a triad with the two gargoyles, Cal and Gran, neither of whom
would hesitate to
prove exactly why gargoyles referred to other species as ‘ squishable’
.
“Just in
time.” Iliona stood to one side of the
door and waved them forward.“ Come on
in, sit down. I’ ve got something I want
to run by you.”
Like naughty
schoolboys, the two brothers filed into
the office with Baron, as always, in the
lead. Clocking a stranger in the room, he stopped, and Duke walked smack into
the back of him. Absorbing the impact
with a soft grunt, he cast a swift
glance over the guy—suited, booted, and human by the smell of him—then rolled
his gaze to Iliona.
“Ahh, yes.”
She hurried forward,
putting herself between
the dragons and
the human. Their dislike
of strangers, particularly
human strangers, was
well known. “This
is Detective Hammond, he’ s with the local police department. Detective
Hammond, can I introduce you to Duke and Baron, two of our best
operatives.”
Baron’s eyebrow
rose at her praise. That certainly wasn’t what she’d called them the last
time they’ d
wound up in
here, shuffling their
feet like kids
summoned to the
headmaster’ s office. What she’d
called them then would’ve made a marine blush.
He turned from
glaring at his brother to find the detective on his feet, hand out to shake. Duke ignored it,
taking one of the seats behind them without a word. No surprise there. Duke
wasn’t a talker at the best of times. Baron shook the guy’ s hand, offering a small, polite smile he
didn’t feel. Humans and their damn
rituals.
“Pleasure to meet you, Mr...?” The detective let his words trail off in
question.
“No mister. Just
Baron.”
“Not all of our
operatives are human, Detective.”
Iliona chimed in. “And not all of
them are comfortable giving their full names if, indeed, they have more than
one.”
“They’d have to
have a surname if they went through the education system, or if you’ re
employing them.” Confusion
flowed over Hammond’
s features as
he did that
little trouser hitch the
experienced suit-wearer adopted
to stop their
pants creasing and
sat down. Baron slumped into the chair next to Duke, not
caring if his well-worn jeans got creased or not.
Boss-lady smiled from the other side of the
desk, her hands folded over the file in front of her. The
expression didn’t reach
her eyes, and
the scent rolling
from her betrayed
her irritation with the male. Not that he’d be able to pick that up with
his dull senses.
“That would be true,” she replied. “If we paid them in
money.” Hammond blinked, looking between
her and the two brothers. “ No money?
What do you pay them with then?”
“Cows.” Baron’s voice rang with relish as he picked up on the cue. “Live ones for us to
roast. They taste better that way.”
Bearly Hanging on by Marina
Maddix
“M’ lady.” Chet opened the passenger side door
to his uncle’ s massive brown Caddy and waved her in with a flourish, bending
low as she climbed in. Her anxiety burst out of her in a stream of giggles. He
gave her a funny look before closing the door and walking the mile and a half
around the front of the car.
Climbing in next
to her, he asked, “Where to?”
Of course he
wouldn’t have any idea where to go, since he only drove between Pearce Forestry
and her grandparents’ house. She still
didn’t understand why it was such a terrible thing for him to hang out with her.
Some weird class thing, no doubt.
“Well...the tide’s
about to change. Go down Seymour Street and take a left,” she instructed.
The destination
wasn’t very far but it still took a good twenty minutes of careful maneuvering
to get the big boat of a car down the rutted forest service road to the
overlook spot. It would be light till nine, or even later, so they should have
a good show.
“What is this
place?” Chet asked, clunking the gear shift into ‘ park’.
Crystal hopped
out and waved for him to follow, leading him to a rocky outcropping overlooking
a narrow channel. Patting the mossy granite next to her, she said, “Come sit by
me. This is gonna blow your mind. ”
Chet snuggled up
close to her, his purely masculine scent wrapping around her like a tendril of
warm smoke. It went straight to her core and wriggled its way to her most
sensitive parts. He never failed to get her all hot and bothered, but it became
so much more intense since he stopped wearing Polo. A carefully calculated
comment about how his own musk was vastly more sensual than the cologne did the
trick, and it wasn’t a lie. If she could only smell one thing for the rest of
her life, it would be Chet.
Bacon would be a
close second
Maria & The Angel by
Jordan K. Rose
It was slightly
intimidating to stand beside a man so beautiful. As a woman Maria couldn’t help
but compare. Were her eyelashes as long and thick as Dante’s? Was her skin as
flawless? Was her hair as soft? Did she smell as good?
The answer, of
course, was no. She was a werewolf. By design she had shorter eyelashes and
tougher skin, thicker, more durable hair, and her smell, well, she smelled like
a werewolf. She was clean, of course, and smelled fine to humans and wolves.
But other Others commented on the “wolf smell.”
She was no fool.
Dante could smell her just as much as any Other, probably better than anyone.
That sort of concern could make even the most confident woman a little nutty.
Pluses and
minuses existed in every being, thus they impacted every relationship.
Personality traits, as well as the specifics of each species could certainly
complicate matters.
There were plenty
of elements of Dante she could not ignore. For instance, his eyes were
Otherworldly. Heavenly, even. In all her lifetimes she’d never seen any like
them.
Maximilian, the
owner of Seductions, had Caribbean blue eyes that made everyone look twice.
Lovely eyes. She enjoyed looking at him as much as any woman, but she did not
envy the vampire.
Dante’s eyes
literally held the view of all the world, all of the past and the future. He’d
seen everything for eons. They were the color of perfectly polished jade and
held flecks of darker green, black, and gold, giving more depth to his eyes
than humanly possible.
Whenever she met
his gaze, she felt the pull of centuries. The hypnotic lure was nearly
impossible to resist.
Unfathomable
beauty and grace dwelled within those eyes. Years ago she stopped trying to
understand. Instead she learned to think past the angel factor and think of him
as a man.
It was what he
wanted, how he advised her to consider him. And so she did.
She sighed as
Dante’s hand made the slow descent down the curves of her body, lingering over
the swell of her breast, and continuing down to her thigh. He may have been an
angel, but he was still a man.
He nestled his
chin against her neck, and the gentle puff of his breath breezed over her skin.
“This pleases you.” His deep voice was magical. Loud enough for only her to
hear. A whisper into her soul.
Mate for a Month by
Georgette St. Clair
“Thank you for
saving my life,” she said to him. “My name is Eileen Pennyroyal.”As soon as she
mentioned her last name, she regretted it. A lot of people found it
intimidating or off-putting. But not this guy, apparently. He didn’t even
react. Was it possible he hadn’t heard of the Pennyroyals? That would be a
refreshing change.
“You’re a
shifter,” he growled at her.
“Well,
obviously.” The eyes and the scent gave it away, of course. Her eyes were a
startling shade of gold. He just stood there and stared, his warm breath making
puffs of vapor in the chilly morning air. She was disconcerted. He didn’t seem
embarrassed about his nudity; he wasn’t making any attempt to hide it.
“Why didn’t you
shift?”
“What?” she said,
rattled. He was really making her nervous. “Do you need some clothing? I’ve got
a sheet in my car – you could wrap yourself in it.” She hadn’t checked in to
the hotel yet, so she still had her suitcases in the car. She’d packed
1500 thread-count
Egyptian cotton sheets in case the hotel didn’t have any.
“Why would I wrap
myself in a sheet?” He was staring at her as if she was crazy, and he was
starting to seriously tick her off. First of all, he was the one standing there
starkers with his enormous schlong hanging out, and he was looking at her funny?
And he wasn’t attempting to flirt with her or charm her at all. Not that she
would have gone for it, but still. A girl liked to have the option.
Werewolf Wedding by Lynn Red
– EXCEPRT NOT AVAILABLE
Fast & the Furriest by
Celia Kyle
Ares never
thought he’d say the words in his lifetime, but he opened his mouth and out
they came. “You can’t eat a human just because he looked at you funny.”
His sister Claire
glared at him. “He was gonna pull my tail.”
God save him from
paranoid tigers. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose as he
asked the obvious question. “Were you wearing your tail?”
“No,” she
grumbled.
“Then please tell
me, by all that is striped and orange, how the hell did you think he could tug
your tail if you weren’t wearing it?” Claire winced, and he realized he may
have been shouting by the time he finished his question.
But who could
blame him? His mother should have killed Claire at birth. Not because anything
was wrong with his sister, but mainly because twenty-two years later, she was a
real pain in Ares’s ass.
He took a deep
breath and tried to find some sort of calm. It hadn’t worked so far, but a man
could hope. “Claire, you know how it works, we all do.”
Mating was a
three-step process for tigers. Sex without a condom to give their partner a few
shifter characteristics and see how their significant other handled those
changes. Then a bite made the changes permanent.
Neither was the
true tie that would complete a mate bond, though. The most important, the
action that once taken could never be reversed, was the tail-tugging. It went
soul deep and formed a bond that only death could break. With or without bites,
that one act couldn’t be revoked. For a tiger to have their tail pulled, to
have that binding forced on them…
Ares’s worst
nightmare came to life. They’d been lucky so far, his tigers keeping to their
human forms, but the full moon was so close.
Fuck.
“The humans know
it too and all because—”
He knew the end
of her sentence and cut her off with a slice of his hand through the air.
All because of
that human bitch you got cozy with.
The human bitch
being Ares’s ex, Zoe. Zoe, the luscious bit of human his tiger still missed.
Zoe, with her smile and tinkling laugh. Zoe and… her camera phone and newspaper
connections.
Zoe Reynolds:
photographer, reporter, and… Ares’s mate. At least, he’d thought so. Now she
was merely the weapon of his pride’s destruction.
At the moment,
his public relations team was working on spinning the story. They’d been
debating revealing the truth versus denying it all, and then… in came his
human-craving sister.
“Claire,” he
sighed and leaned forward in his chair, forearms resting on the edge of his
desk. He was tired, so damned tired, and all he wanted was one moment of peace.
“I need you to work with me—”
“And not against
me,” his younger sister drawled.
Darcy, the head
of his PR team, huffed, drawing his attention from his sister and reminding him he was
actually in the middle of a meeting and not free to argue. “Look, Claire, it’d
be a good idea to lay low for a while. Stay close to the house.”
“You’re gonna let
them drive us from our land?”
“No,” he drew the
word out and prayed for patience. “I’m asking the pride to stay out of the
outlying acres while we get a handle on things. You can still go up the
mountain, but avoid the forests closest to town. Stay away from the hiking
paths and areas open to the public.”
He stared Claire
down, letting his strength as alpha flow through the room. Darcy whimpered and
looked at the ground, her inner tiger succumbing to his dominance. Now he
waited on his sister. She held his gaze, blue eyes blazing with determination
fueled by anger. Their father was an alpha, the strongest of the strong, and
he’d imbued all of his children with that power. It was part of the reason she
managed to hold his stare for as long as she did, but she’d submit.
And… there it was.
Claire snatched her attention from him and glared at the wood flooring, tilting
her head to the side. She clenched her jaw, muscles standing out, and he knew
she had plenty to say about his orders. Well, he had too much shit to do to
listen to her rant and rave.
His tiger nudged
forward, its curiosity piqued by his show of dominance. It wanted to know what
all the fuss was about. Curious cat. “I’m asking you to be smart and save our
mother worry, Claire. I’m asking you to stay safe.”
She gritted out,
“If she hadn’t—”
“That
conversation is done, and the issue is no longer up for discussion.” He wasn’t
going to rehash things every damned day.
His tiger finally
understood Ares’s frustration and source of anger. It was familiar with his
sister’s behavior, and as far as Zoe went… the animal didn’t want to think
about her or the mistake they’d nearly made. The whole situation would have
been worse had he allowed Zoe to tug his tail, had he joined with her
permanently.
The cat
understood and accepted the situation, but that didn’t mean it didn’t mourn.
With a final flick of its tail, the feline turned its back on Ares’s human
consciousness and padded to the far reaches of his mind, content to sleep the
day away. It’d been like that from the moment he’d read the article’s headline
and byline.
Ladies, like a
tiger's stripes? Tug his tail and keep him forever! by Zoe Reynolds
Then there’d been
a picture, bright and bold, showing off Ares’s naked body along with several
snapshots of his transformation. Oh, there was appropriate blurring here and
there, but they’d gotten the point across.
Just like
werewolves, bears, and lions, there were weretigers.
Even worse, tug a
tiger’s tail and then the two were suddenly mated whether the tiger liked it or
not. And trying to part a tiger from their mate could have deadly consequences.
“But, Ares,”
Claire whined.
“Claire, if you
were any other tiger…”
“You’d have me
pinned to the ground already with my scruff between your teeth.”
He made the
threat way too often and didn’t follow through often enough. Or ever. Dammit.
“So help me, I will send you to Arizona. Just see if I don’t.”
That had her
gasping, and her gaze clashed with his once more. “You’d…” she stuttered.
“You’d send me to the desert?”
“Yes.”
“They don’t even have
trees there!”
“I’m sure they
have a few,” he assured her.
“And no marshes.
Or swamps! Or caves!”
Ah, the places a
tiger liked to play the most. He rose to his feet and placed his palms on the
desk, leaning over the smooth surface. He forced the cat to come forward and
help a guy out. It grumbled, but did as he asked, shifting his human eyes to
tiger yellow. “No. Savannahs.”
“You wouldn’t,”
she gasped and clutched her chest.
“I. Would.” Okay,
he wouldn’t.
So, instead of slaying dragons and hunting vampires and the
like, Mina spends her days writing about hot shifters, government conspiracies
and vampire lords with more than their fair share of RAWR. Turns out wanna-be
adventurers have quite the turn of imagination after all…
(But she keeps that sword sharp, just in case the writing
career is just a dream and she really *is* an
adventurer.)
The boring part: A full time author and cover artist, Mina
can usually be found hunched over a keyboard or graphics tablet, frantically
trying to get the images and words in her head out and onto the screen before
they drive her mad. She’s addicted to coffee and would like to be addicted to
chocolate, but unfortunately chocolate dislikes her.
Jordan loves vampires. She also loves to laugh. And if you
know anything about Jordan, you know her vampires will make you
laugh.
A few years back Jordan received a copy of Twilight from her
husband as part of her anniversary gift. By the end of that week she’d read the
entire series and moved onto Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles. Eight weeks and
eighteen vampire books later the idea for her first book came to her followed
very quickly by Eva Prim.
The Eva Prim Series follows the night-to-night escapades of
The Demon Mistress, a vampire with the inexplicable ability to call demons.
With both full-length novels and short stories the series has a bit of
something for everyone.
Jordan’s other books include Black Magic Rose, book one of
The Alliance Series, where the world is set in a hospital run by vampires and
werewolves; and The Central City Romance Series, where members of The Vampire
Guard one-by-one find love in the ruins of the city.
When she’s not writing about one vampire or another Jordan
enjoys spending time with her husband, Ken and their lovable Labradors, Dino
and Enzo on the beautiful beaches of New England.
Lynn Red doesn’t love anything more than being wrapped up in
a hammock with her corgi on her stomach and a pile of her favorite books to
read. And by “pile of books” she means “a kindle.”
She loves all sorts of romance, but especially ones that
feature big, strong alphas who will stop at nothing to prove themselves to the
women who melt their hearts.
Ex-dance teacher, former accountant and erstwhile
collectible doll salesperson, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author
Celia Kyle now writes paranormal romances
for readers who:
3) Love laughing in (and out of) bed.
It goes without saying that there’s always a
happily-ever-after for her characters, even if there are a few road bumps along
the way.
Today she lives in central Florida and writes full-time with
the support of her loving husband and two finicky cats.
Title: Her
Legacy
stories. She
started writing when she was young, never thinking one day she'd turn her
passion into a career. She started writing her novel in eight-grade,
though it's changed over the years. Teresa’s first novel, Her Legacy, is a
haunting ghost story with a little rumored family history within the pages.
