Changeling Press

Dragon Kin: Ferret You by Celia Kyle

voiceomt2002@gmail.com (Lena Austin) — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 06:25:00 +0000

Dragon Kin: Ferret You!
by Celia Kyle
Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-324-8
Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor & Satire
Theme(s): Interracial, Shapeshifters, BBW, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Dragon Kin (Multi Author)
Length: Novella

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1263

Blurb:

Egan's a dragon with a plan. After watching his brothers settle with their fire companions, he aches to create a home with his own. Only Mireya is being somewhat... resistant. Okay, she's said no. Repeatedly. He likes to think she's just playing hard to get. He hopes.

Excerpt:

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Egan swallowed the lump in his throat and dried his hands on his jeans. He wasn’t a pussy. No, he was a man’s man who hated opening up to women.“Hey, guys.” He jerked his head in welcome. “Sky, Selena.”He was welcomed by both of the ladies with near twin smiles, mouths wide and eyes twinkling with an echoed “Egan!” ringing in his ears.Egan took the last remaining seat and settled in, taking a sip of the beer placed before him by a passing waitress. The woman didn’t stick around long and he couldn’t blame her. He’d heard the goblins in the bar liked to play games of grab-ass, and the only way to avoid them was to stay quick on your feet. Sky could definitely tell some tales about that. “So.” He took a deep breath.Sky leaned forward, elbows on the table. “So.”“So.” Selena mimicked her movement.“What did they tell you?” He knew the guys had, because these ladies were way too interested in him tonight.“That you --” Sky started.“Oh, wise and powerful dragon.” Selena laid it on thick.“Need our help.”“Because we’re wonderful.”“And women,” they said in unison.Egan glared at Brenton and Kyden. He loved the women, just the tiniest bit more than sisters, which meant he wasn’t above putting them over his knee as only a brother could do -- except Sky would probably enjoy it a bit too much.Sky toyed with her drink. “So, what’s the problem?”He sighed. “Mireya.” One word, one name, it all boiled down to her. Both women oohed. “Yup. She’s my…” He hadn’t ever said it aloud, hadn’t ever wanted to tempt the sleeping dragon within, but he couldn’t do this alone. “She’s my fire companion.” He grimaced.“Keep going. We can’t help if we don’t know it all.”For this he’d need liquid fortification. He lifted his mug from the table and downed three quick gulps of the bitter, cold brew. “I’ve tried wooing.”“How?” Sky was taking notes on what looked like a stolen order pad.“I brought her flowers, chocolates, gifts. I complimented her. Anything I could to get her to smile.”Selena shook her head. “You laid it on too thick.” Well, duh. Even Mireya had told him that. “Next?”“I started just visiting her bakery every other day…” Both women stared at him. Okay, he was pathetic. “Every day. I visited her every day and asked her out for coffee or in for one of her Danishes. She kept saying no.”The ladies looked at each other and spoke in unison. “Too strong.”“Then I tried ignoring her…”Brenton, with his big assed mouth butted in. “If you call walking by twice a day ignoring.”Both of his brothers burst into laughter and high-fived over their lover’s heads. “Yeah!”“Assholes.” Egan finished off his beer. “So, ladies, what am I supposed to do?”The women leaned toward one another and whispered quietly for several moments before returning their attention to him. “She’s a ferret.” He couldn’t figure out the big deal, but he nodded at Selena anyway.“And her step-brother just moved away? Mika? To Barkus, Kansas?”He nodded at Sky. “The thing is…”“Egan…”Kyden broke in this time. “She’s just not that into you.” He high-fived Brenton. “Yeah! Again!”Both Selena and Sky rolled their eyes. “The point is, gentlemen-who-shall-never-have-sex-again, that her life is in an uproar. Mika isn’t there to help with the bakery and has moved halfway across the country. She’s alone and the last thing she needs is a distraction to throw her life into a tailspin. She doesn’t need a fly-by-night man.” Selena eyed him. “And the way you were coming on to her… she thinks you’re a one-two punch and then out the door kind of guy.”“But --”“There’s only one plan of action now.” Both women nodded, resolute.He really didn’t like the sound of that. go hungry, I’ll blame you all!

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Spaceport: The Supernova Affair by Mikala Ash

voiceomt2002@gmail.com (Lena Austin) — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 06:34:00 +0000

Spaceport: The Supernova Affair
by Mikala Ash
Cover art by Marteeka Karland
ISBN: 978-1-60521-359-0
Genre(s): Futuristic, Action/Adventure, Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Spaceport
Series: Spaceport Multi-Author
Length: Novella

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1264

Blurb:

Breaking News! The star Hygens will go supernova in less than three days and the population of Jones's World anxiously await rescue.
Rescue ships are scarce and Peri Barberossa and Fyche, her faithful AI, are the first to make the mercy dash through the cosmos. Fyche is left planet-bound chasing an unexpected lead to Peri's mother while the award-winning sex reporter unwittingly takes onboard a pair of ruthless terrorists.
Hijacked and taken to Spaceport Adana, Peri, against her better judgment, helps her lover Silas Archimedes stay undercover and find out exactly what the terrorists are up to. The question is can she make it back to Jones's World in time to save Fyche before the star explodes and vaporizes the planet?

Excerpt:

“Masturbation, so it is said, is its own reward.”

I stared dumbly at Fyche, not sure what to make of this unexpected declaration.“It has many desirable aftereffects; physical release and relaxation being foremost. It favorably affects cardiovascular and endocrine activity, promotes sleep, reduces depression and increases self-awareness of sexual response. Though in your case such knowledge is redundant.”

“And you are telling me this because…?”“You’ve been moping about the ship in a complete funk for three weeks. I’ve been remotely monitoring your physiological vital signs, and I know, for a fact, that you have not had sexual release since we left Spaceport Adana.”

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about the bounds of privacy…”

“I am the Jalapeño’s AI unit. I can’t help but monitor your vital signs. Your health and well-being are my raison d’être.”

He had me there. Being my guardian angel went with his programming. Sometimes he took his interest in me way beyond mere programming. “That doesn’t mean you have to pay attention to it.”

He gazed at me from the door to my cabin with the gorgeous eyes I’d bought him. “While I process that non sequitur,” he said smoothly, “I wish to emphasize that it is not healthy for you to go so long without sexual release. It signifies a break from your basic pattern of behavior which I have observed for many years, and it concerns me.”

I saw the direction in which this conversation was heading. It was an old argument from way before I’d bought him his humanoid body. “

Does your desire to get into my pants have anything to do with this concern?”

“My desires are always secondary to your own. You know that. The fact that in this regard the two exactly coincide is further reason to indulge them.”

“As usual your logic is impeccable, yet I am unmoved.”

“Clearly another symptom of your depression.”

“Be that as it may, for the last three weeks we’ve visited four of the planets my mother and I went to after we escaped Nova Town. We are unremembered and we don’t appear on any refugee register or bank record. How did we get in and out of these planets and not leave a trace? I’m perplexed, frustrated and depressed about our failure. Is that so unusual?”

“I did not say I didn’t understand the reason for your funk. It is how you are coping, or rather not coping, that concerns me.”

I knew what he meant. Generally whenever I was feeling low I’d jump the bones of any good-looking male in the vicinity to satisfy my insatiable physical cravings and get out of the funk, as Fyche called it. Luckily, writing for a galactic sex guide pays the bills and allows me to indulge myself in that wonderful pastime as well as maintain my sanity. The last few months, however, had thrown me off that well worn track. First Laz, my intergalactic warrior who I think I fell in love with, left me to fulfill his political destiny. That was, now that I reflect on it, not as devastating a blow as I thought it had been at the time. Distance and events have a way of raising uncomfortable questions about the strength of one’s former feelings. Was it love? I really can’t say anymore.

Then there was Silas Archimedes, the private dick on Spaceport Adana, whose bones I’d jumped to forget about Laz. I think I fell for him as well. Then he left me so he could perform whatever mysterious duty was more important to him than I was.

Maybe Fyche was right. Maybe I should just let him fuck me and, by doing so, fuck Silas the hell out of my head. I rebelled at the notion, and it occurred to me then that maybe I didn’t want the feelings I had for Silas to die the way Laz’s light had so quickly dimmed, and the one way to ensure that was not to indulge myself with another man. Could that be true? It seemed a far too convoluted motivation even for me, but the notion lingered in my mind like a favorite old song.

So, what did I really want? Holly seemed to have found a cozy little arrangement with Maxim Dollavera. By all accounts they were now inseparable. Did I want that? Exclusivity? Surely not. If that was the case and all I wanted was a sure thing, hell, forget the others, I’d jump Fyche and be done with it. At least I’d be assured of his lifelong devotion. He wouldn’t leave me for some noble duty. I was and always would be Fyche’s only duty.

Did I want to be a duty? Of course not. But neither did I want that smothering type of relationship Holly had found. But if that was the case, why was I pining over Silas and Laz? They had their careers and I had mine.I guess I could arrange to intersect with them every now and again to keep the juices flowing and still do what I’ve always done. Fyche would be a useful backup for those long lonely trips in between.

Fyche. I ran my eyes over his perfect body. It was the best money could buy. As far as sex toys go, Fyche would be the best there is; handsome, built like an athlete, intelligent, sensitive and… he was just too perfect. Maybe that’s why I hadn’t jumped his synthetic endoskeleton. I’d already told him I should have given him a blemish, a squint or a scar, maybe eczema, just so he wasn’t so damned attractive.I realized that Fyche was still gazing at me with an excruciatingly patient expression. I felt like a recalcitrant child trying to explain away a broken vase on the floor. “I’m on a mission to find my mother,” I said defensively. “I’m preoccupied with other things apart from sexual gratification.”

“As I believe I intimated. That is definitely out of character.”

“Haven’t you got things to do? Like running the ship?”

He smiled that annoying little I know I’m winning the argument smile. “As you know, I can be in two places at once. This body you see before you is an independently functioning peripheral AI device. My brother AI, for want of a better description, is still in the ship’s CPU, flying the ship, while I am here, standing before you, expressing my concern for your well-being and offering myself as the remedy to what ails you.”

“Well, thank you, Dr. Fyche, but I’m tired and I want to be alone. Go and fix dinner, or something.”

“Chicken soup, perhaps?”

“Get lost.”When the hatch closed behind him I stared at the ceiling for a minute then decided to put his assertion to the test.

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FW: [ChangelingPress] Wednesday's New Reviews for Changeling Press!

voiceomt2002@gmail.com (Lena Austin) — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 11:53:00 +0000

Congratulations to all!

Lena Austin

http://www.LenaAustin.com

New Review - GOD OF FIRE (Collection) - Marteeka Karland

Five Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

This collection by Marteeka Karland is a marvelous blend of fantasy, mythology and scorching hot sex. The women are strong and capable and each is perfect for the mate they choose.

http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2009/10/god-of-fire-collection-by-marteeka.html

New Review - DECEPTION AND DESIRE - Mina Carter

Four & ½ Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

This is a story you'll enjoy in one sitting, and you'll have a helluva good time in the process!

http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2009/10/deception-and-desire-by-mina-carter.html

New Review - HOT TIN ROOF - J. Hali Steele

Four & ½ Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

I wholeheartedly recommend this to anyone who wants to visit these exotic cats and their friends. But be sure to take plenty of cold drinks and keep the a/c on high.

http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2009/09/extra-cream-2-hot-tin-roof-by-j-hali.html

New Review - CHANCE OF A LIFETIME - L. Shannon

Four & ½ Monuments from Bitten by Books

I recommend this for anyone who has ever wondered what it would be like to have your new lover and your ex lover in the same bed and willing to do anything to please you.

http://bittenbybooks.com/?p=10083

New Review - TEMPLE OF LUNA: SAVAGE POSSESSION - Moira Rogers

Four Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews

Moira Rogers has written another wonderful story.I just can't wait to read the next books in this series, so I can soak up as much of this world as I can.

http://fallenangelreviews.com/2009/July/melissac-templeofluna1_savagepossession.htm

Monday's New Reviews for Changeling Press!

voiceomt2002@gmail.com (Lena Austin) — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 14:16:00 +0000

New Review - DAWG TOWN: BIG DAWG - Celia Kyle

Five Lips from Two Lips Reviews

Had me laughing and snickering with mirth long after I'd finished reading, with my brain wrapped around little dawgs and the blazing heat of two hot male lovers.

http://www.twolipsreviews.com/content/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=4423&Itemid=36

New Review - BLACK STAR (Collection) - Marteeka Karland

Five Lips from Two Lips Reviews

If you aren't a fan of Marteeka Karland before reading this collection, you will be afterwards. This is Marteeka at her very best!

http://www.twolipsreviews.com/content/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=4370&Itemid=36

New Review - SWEET OBLIVION: FLUID - Jordan Castillo Price

Four Lips from Two Lips Reviews

The sex is amazing - smokin' hot.and sprinkled with moments of tenderness that are all the more poignant for their unexpectedness.

http://www.twolipsreviews.com/content/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=4511&Itemid=36

New Review - SEX AND CHOCOLATE: TOXIC - Belinda McBride

Four & ½ Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

Ms. McBride has written a warm and funny story, but one also filled with passion, love and hot sex.

http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2009/11/sex-and-chocolate-toxic-by-belinda.html

New Review - BONDS OF THE MALERI' (Collection) - Kate Steele

Four & ½ Stars from Rainbow Reviews

These stories by Kate Steele grab you from the beginning.Each story brings a new look into the life of the Maleri' and will leave the reader wanting more.

http://www.rainbow-reviews.com/?p=1970

Moonlight Madness Collection by Marilyn Lee

voiceomt2002@gmail.com (Lena Austin) — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 06:17:00 +0000

Moonlight Madness (Collection)
by Marilyn Lee

Cover art by Angela Knight
ISBN: 978-1-60521-339-2
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Vampires, Werewolves
Series: Bloodlust
Length: Collection

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1262

Blurb:

One beautiful, addictive woman. Two warring brothers prepared to fight to the death for her love.
There is no more compelling force in a vampire's life than that of bloodlust. During a difficult and prolonged Feast of Indulgence, vampire/shifter Etienne Gautier has found his perfect mate, his bloodlust, Raven Monclaire. But in order to claim her, he'll have to wrest her from the clutches of his twin brother, Acier. Etienne is determined to have Raven -- even if he has to kill Acier to get her.
The only peace and joy Acier has known during the last few years is finding his bloodlust, the beautiful but unpredictable Raven Monclaire. After a lifetime of subjugating his needs to ensure his twin, Etienne, has everything he desires, Acier learns Etienne is now demanding he relinquish Raven. A furious Acier comes to the painful realization that Etienne must die.
Only Raven can save them from themselves. But who'll rescue her?
This collection contains the previously released novellas Moonlight Madness Part 1 and Moonlight Madness Part 2. This title is available in print!

Publisher's note: Vladimir and Aleksei Madison, Palea Walker-Dumont, Tatiana Madison-Forester, Katie Dumont, Acier and Etienne Gautier, Pen and Drei, the Keddi, the Supreme Alpha, Aime Gautier and his Keddi, Dominator... If these names are unfamiliar to you, dear reader, allow me to introduce you to the world Marilyn Lee has created. You have wandered into the middle of an ongoing Vampiric soap opera that stretches across many years and several publishers. In Media Res... This is as good a place to start as any...

Excerpt:

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Full-blood vampire Vladimir Madison paced outside the big dark RV parked in an RV court between Philadelphia and New York. An invisible barrier his twin brother Aleksei said was alive blocked his passage.
Vlad frowned. With the help of their younger sister, Katie Dumont, he and Aleksei had finally tracked down one of the twins who had been calling out to them. Aleksei had managed to penetrate the so-called living barrier. He'd been gone for what felt like hours. Left alone, Vlad's anger raged. He raked a hand over his long, dark dreads, staring with glowing eyes at the RV.
Father. We need you. You must help us or I'll be coming to call you to account for deserting us.
He sucked in a breath. Those words had haunted and tortured him since his unnamed son had whispered them into his mind weeks ago. At the time, he had no idea the individual calling out to him was his half vampire, half shifter offspring. He and Aleksei had spent what felt like an eternity searching for the twins. Each one had called out to him and Aleksei separately. The knowledge that one of the twins had been poisoned lent an air of added desperation to their search.
Vlad closed his eyes, remembering his response to his son's cry for help. Whoever you are, I await you. Now here he stood, restless and angry. Using the special bond he and Aleksei shared, Vlad reached out to his twin. A combination of joy and anguish flooded his mind. Whoever Aleksei had encountered inside presented no threat, but brought a level of pain that made Vlad ache for him.
He shook his head, impatient to be allowed inside, to see the males... the men who were his... sons. His sons. Reaching deeper, he made brief contact with the male inside, touching his mind… and felt no particular connection. That was unexpected, as well as unwelcome. Vlad had resigned himself to being a father. Yet, strangely, he did not feel like a father. Was he a father? If so, why didn't Aleksei and his sons -- no, there was only one other male inside with Aleksei -- but why didn't he come out?
Closing his eyes, Vlad reached out again, issuing a soft command.
Come.
He felt an immediate and powerful response... one that did not originate from within the RV. In fact, it seemed to come from... Vlad swung around. He found himself facing a tall male with glowing gray eyes, short dark hair, and bared incisors.
"Bastard! Filthy bastard!" The male's right hand shot out with blinding speed. Vlad tilted his head to the side. A clenched fist brushed his ear. Undeterred, the baby vamp pressed his attack. Vlad blocked a flurry of blows with his forearms before losing his temper. He lashed out with a speed of which only a centuries old vampire was capable.
Just as his fist was about to connect with the other male's face, Vlad felt a strange tightness in his chest. Something inside him told him he did not want to hurt the male in front of him. He halted his fist and danced back from the baby vamp. The two considered each other in silence for several moments.
Vlad glanced at the RV. Whatever was happening inside, Aleksei needed to be undisturbed. Vlad turned and flashed toward the surrounding park with the other vampire racing behind him. It soon became clear the baby vamp could not match his speed. Without giving himself time to wonder at his actions, Vlad slowed down, eventually stopping. He turned to face his pursuer and would-be attacker. "I am Vladimir Madison."
The other male took a deep shuddering breath. "I am Etienne Gautier and I know who you are... I know what you are."
The other vampire's voice dripped with venom. His eyes shot off hate-filled virtual stabs aimed directly at Vlad's heart. He clenched his right hand into a fist and pressed it against his chest to assuage the sudden ache there. "Who are you?"
But even as he asked the question, he knew the other male's identity. He could feel an undeniable connection to this baby vamp. It was that connection that had allowed him to stay his hand when he would have delivered a near fatal blow to the other. It was the same connection that had allowed him and this… boy to call out to each other.
This boy -- this angry baby vamp -- was his son. Vlad gasped, feeling as if the air was being sucked from his lungs. His son. While he had felt nothing for the male in the RV giving Aleksei such pain, he felt a wealth of emotion in connection with this male... his boy... his son.
Vlad allowed his incisors to ascend. He looked at his son with eyes that no longer glowed. What did one say to an adult son one had never met? How did one express an unexpected but powerful need to protect that son? The emotions assailing him were bewildering. He'd only ever felt real devotion with his elder siblings, Aleksei, Tat, and Drei... and now with this angry baby vamp.
Showing affection or consideration for anyone other than his siblings was alien to him. Yet the anger and pain he sensed in the other male tore at him, making breathing difficult. He had to do something to help his son.
Having no experience of his own on which to draw, he responded as Aleksei had to him and their younger siblings many times. He opened his arms. "I am Vladimir Madison. Come to me... my son."

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Screen Shots: Sexology by Willa Okati

voiceomt2002@gmail.com (Lena Austin) — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 06:03:00 +0000

Screen Shots: Sexology
by Willa Okati

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-267-8
Genre(s): The Fetish Club
Theme(s): Ménage, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Screen Shots
Length: Novella

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1260

Blurb:

Jake's taken longer than a guy should to write his dissertation on the modern sex industry. He can't stand the thought of leaving behind the friends he's made at twentysomethingtwinks.com -- and he won't be able to live with himself if he doesn't act on some of his favorite fantasies.
That is, if shy-guy Jake can figure out a way to take the first step, and he has no idea where to begin.
A chance encounter and a night spent at the studio with a double handful of screen stars give Jake the chance to seize his dreams. All of them. And Jake's not the only one who's hoped for this. They've all wanted a taste of him for a long time now, and there's nothing to stop any of them from getting what they wished for.
Aaron. Cody. Gabriel. Dylan. Brandon. Maddox. Ross. Thom. Skyler.
And Jake.
Ten men, ten ways to misbehave. It's going to be a night to remember.

Excerpt:

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"How're you doing down there?"
Jake glanced up from his tablet PC to Thom, who'd taken one eye off the camera to check on him. "Me?"
"No, the invisible man next to you." Something tightly knotted in Thom's shoulders had eased and loosened since he'd hooked up with Skyler. He smiled more, and carried himself as if he were lighter than the scale indicated. Of course, if you didn't know him, you'd never know the difference.
Jake thought he'd gotten to know these guys better than any outsider ever had, or ever could. Almost. "I'm good," he said. "Twenty minutes, by the way."
Thom knew exactly what Jake referred to -- the time Aaron and Maddox had been going at it non-stop. He tilted his head sideways at the two Twentysomething studs sprawled out on the wooden pier, a beach blanket separating bare asses and knees from weathered gray planks. "I'm thinking about seeing if they can break the record."
Jake framed the pair with thumbs and forefingers. Maddox lay on his back with Aaron poised over him. Classic sixty-nine, Aaron's knees bracketing Maddox's head and his hands planted on either side of Maddox's hips. Miles of bare tanned and tattooed skin laid out for the sun to warm, and thick, dark cocks that plunged between lips, up and down.
He knew Aaron's tells by now. The stretch of his grimace and the way his stomach contracted -- "He won't last. Three more minutes and he's done for."
"Huh." Thom's eyebrow lifted. "Good eye. I'd have called two."
"Close enough."
"That only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. And porn."
"A miss is as good as a mile in porn." Thom returned to the camera. "Guys? Take a breather, calm down before Aaron blows."
"Jesus Christ," Aaron gasped when Maddox's cock slipped free of his mouth. "Cody's getting his tongue pierced tonight. I don't care what I gotta promise him in return."
Maddox cackled, dark and wicked. "Aww, whassamatter? Big tough runner man can't stand up to a little metal?"
"Screw you." Aaron rolled off and flopped on his back. He stroked his cock, still thick and unrelieved. "Maybe. Thom, what do you want us to do?"
Maddox licked his lips, the silver bead at the end of his tongue glittering. "Direct us, big guy."
Jake's flash drive pen fell from his fingers. What would Maddox's mouth taste like now? Like spunk and metal and peppermint? The urge to find out almost drove him out of his comfortable cross-legged position at the water's edge behind Thom.
He cleared his throat and sat still, as quiet as a mouse. It was the only way he could keep it under wraps, this need to join in that'd started driving him nuts right around the time Aaron showed up at Twentysomething. Or maybe it'd always been there, and it took another newbie to make him understand.
"Direct you? Don't tempt me." Thom frowned at the sky. "I don't like the looks of that," he said, nodding for Jake to check out the gathering thunderheads. "Got dark way too quick."
"The cameras are safe in the rain, aren't they?"
"The cameras are." Thom grimaced. "The guys aren't. We're not insured against Acts of God and if lightning flash-fries Maddox he'll set the county on fire with all that electrified metal."
Jake stifled his laugh.
"Finish it up," Thom called. "Maddox, straddle him. Come on his chest. Lick it off. Aaron, as soon as he's done he's going to finish sucking you off. Cool?"
Aaron groaned. "You're gonna kill me."
"Is that a no?"
"Fuck, no. That's a 'bring it on'." Maddox had already crawled up Aaron's body and was poised with cock in hand, taut as a drawn bow, ready to aim and fire. "You think the tongue stud was wicked before? You ain't seen nothin' yet."
"God, I hope not." Aaron kneaded Maddox's ass cheeks, bubble-round and exactly the right size. "Give me your best shot."
Splinters of lightning cobwebbed across the sky, from cloud to cloud, followed seconds later by a rippling boom.
"Not literally," Thom scolded. "Maddox?"
Maddox wasn't listening, too busy with the heft of his cock flashing in and out of his tight fist. Aaron wasn't listening, his grip white-knuckled on Maddox's ass and his hips rising spasmodically in vain in search of something to fuck into. Maddox swore fit to impress a sailor when he striped Aaron's chest with spunk.
More lightning struck when he'd licked up his come and fed it to Aaron in a long, wet kiss. Aaron drank it down, still jerking, and stiffened. "Fuck, fuck, coming --"
Maddox moved faster than the lightning itself, down Aaron's torso with his mouth open and ready to catch the spurting jizz. He lashed his tongue stud against Aaron's cockhead and rolled his balls to milk out all he could.
Jake breathed in and out through his nose to calm down. He'd gotten good at taming wayward boners in the past few weeks. Good thing, too, or Aaron wouldn't have been the only one coming hands-free. God.
"Nice work," Thom said when Maddox slumped bonelessly over Aaron. "Get your asses inside on the double."
"What, no afterglow?" Aaron rasped. "I don't think I can move, man."
"I'll haul you in by the scruff if I have to," Thom said, already disassembling the camera setup. "I'm serious, guys. Move." Lightning flashed and thunder roared. Jake eyed the sky and listened to Thom, agreeing with him, "I think we're in for a storm we won't forget any time soon."

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Dragon Kin: Reclaimed by Selena Illyria

voiceomt2002@gmail.com (Lena Austin) — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 06:06:00 +0000

Dragon Kin: Reclaimed
by Selena Illyria

Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-343-9
Genre(s): Paranormal, BDSM
Theme(s): Interracial, BBW, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Dragon Kin (Multi Author)
Length: Novella

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1261

Blurb:

Control is essential for a dragon. Fiery breath, knife-sharp nails, and teeth that can shred a human in moments.
The day Brenton lost control is the day he ran from the one woman who can complete him, his fire companion. Now he's back and he's going to reclaim Sky Lilly forever and always.

Excerpt:

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There she was on her knees, like a good little sub. Sky Lilly was blindfolded, her hands bound behind her back in the fur-lined cuffs he'd picked out. The best part of it all was that she was naked. Every inch of her milk chocolate skin was exposed to his hungry gaze. Fire blazed through his veins as his cock hardened and pressed against the butter-soft suede of his pants. He had to take a deep breath in order to keep himself from going to her and fucking her senseless. His scales rippled under his skin, and his dragon pawed the space between them, begging silently to be let out.
Soulerrrrr, it purred in its gruff voice. Soul mate.
Ours, Brenton replied. He made his way further into the room, trying to keep as much space between them as possible. His dragon was already too close to the surface for it to be safe for her. Puffs of silvery smoke floated within view as arousal built inside of him. Desire skittered up and down his spine. His balls throbbed as the need to mate increased. His bones expanded and retracted, setting off sparks of pain.
Stop, he commanded his dragon. We cannot shift here. It would scare our mate.
The dragon paused. Claim later, it rasped.
Yes, later. Now go.
The dragon retreated deep into Brenton and he felt his body settle back into its human frame. The aches and pains faded away until Brenton could breathe without blowing out smoke. He began moving around the room, keeping her in sight as he selected his implements of pleasure for tonight. Sky had made a special request, and he had agreed to give it to her.
She wanted to be ridden hard tonight and not have him hold back. He would be more than pleased to give this to her. Yes, he had broken the rules, his rules, but it was worth it. She was worth it. He chose his signature suede flogger, an anal plug, lube and a vibrator with clit stimulator. These should do for now. He carried the items to a small table near her and laid them out with great care.
"Sky?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Are you ready to begin?"
"Yes, sir," she replied in a husky whisper.
A tremor ran through him at the tone of her voice. Her arousal scented the air, joining the musky perfume of incense. He tilted back his head and looked up at the ceiling. Brenton closed his eyes. His hands curled into tight fists, his nails digging into the palms as he tried to keep himself in check. Easy, easy, she's not ready for all of me yet, he admonished himself.
"Sir?" she softly asked.
He bit his bottom lip to hold back a groan. His hands trembled. Just the sound of her voice tested the limits of his control. He gazed at her and bit down hard, drawing blood. The metallic taste rushed over his tongue, reminding him for a second that he had to stop himself from reaching out. His gaze moved over her curves, her small high breasts and lush hips. Goddess, I want to fuck her so badly. His cock jumped as he imagined the feel of her tight, wet sheath contracting around him as he pounded into her hard and fast.
A groan escaped and he silently swore.
"Sir, are you okay?" she asked. Worry tinged her tone, which made him melt a little. She had only been with him for three months and already they'd formed a bond that, to him, was unbreakable. He felt as close to her as to his brothers. In his soul he knew she was his fire companion. He would have to wait to tell her though. She had just come out of being bonded to a dragon lord. Sky would want freedom first before settling down again. For now, he'd take this time with her.
"I'm fine, Sky," he lied. Brenton was hanging on by a thread. He hadn't had sex in three months, all because of her. It had shocked him when his brothers pointed out that they hadn't seen him with anyone in quite a while.
Truth was no one else had caught his eye the way Sky had. He couldn't picture himself being with anyone else. Taking another to his bed felt wrong. Brenton hadn't yet told his brothers about Sky. Not yet, this was too new. She was his, all his, and he didn't want to share her with them just yet.
They knew her already, but they didn't know what she meant to him. Part of him hated keeping something like this from them, but he'd shared everything with his siblings all his life. Sky would be only his. He took a steadying breath before proceeding with the session he'd planned especially for her.
"I'm going to start by using an anal plug. You've expressed interest in being taken there. I'm going to help you up. You are to lean over the bench and relax. This may hurt or cause you some discomfort. If you need me to stop, use your safe word." He held his breath and waited for her reply.
"Yes, sir."
"Good." He braced himself to touch her. The dragon had peeked out. Its forked tongue slithered out of its mouth, tasting the air. Brenton's scales rippled underneath his skin, threatening to overtake him. Go away, it's not time yet.
The dragon huffed, silver steam slipping from its long jaw. Soon?
Soon.

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1261

The Chocolatier by Elizabeth Jewell

voiceomt2002@gmail.com (Lena Austin) — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 06:59:00 +0000

The Chocolatier
by Elizabeth Jewell

Cover art by Marteeka Karland
ISBN: 978-1-60521-294-4
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Magic and Mayhem, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Sex and Chocolate
Length: Novella

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1259

Blurb:

Perry Scranton's chocolate shop in Silver River, Colorado, sells more than just orgasm-worthy truffles. His specialty is magical chocolate that leads whoever tastes it to their true love.
In spite of his magical matchmaking, Perry remains single. He expects he will remain so, since he's gay, just turned forty, and lives in a tiny mountain town where his dating pool is so limited it might as well be nonexistent.
Until Foster Carlisle walks into his shop, tall and lean and hot as hell. With a strange feeling Foster might be "the one," Perry hands him a very special piece of chocolate and hopes for the best...

Excerpt:

"That'll be nine-fifty, Mrs. Carson." Perry Scranton tied a neat ribbon about the package of chocolates and handed them to Milly Carson. Expensive, he knew, for a half-dozen chocolates, but they were worth every penny.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Scranton." She looked at the package, then back up at Perry. "You're sure they'll work?"
Perry smiled. "I'm never really sure, ma'am, but I haven't had any complaints yet."
The statement seemed to please her, for she smiled, then leaned over the counter to speak directly to Perry.
"You ought to make some of those special chocolates for yourself. You could use a sweet young thing in your life."
Perry nodded a little. "Well, I think I'm getting a bit too old for sweet young things."
"Still. Worth a shot, isn't it?"
With a chuckle, she left the shop.
Perry watched her go, then turned his attention back to the cash register. He straightened the bills, making sure they all faced the same direction.
She wasn't the first person who'd pointed out the irony of the business he did. He sold chocolates to lovers, chocolates that were meant to bring lovers together. No one but Perry really understood how it worked. If he told anyone else, they wouldn't believe him, anyway.
But it had never worked for him. He'd tried, once or twice, putting his special magic in a truffle or two for his own table, when a likely prospect had happened by. But the likely prospects had barely looked twice, moving on to other men.
He'd told himself at the time they just hadn't been the right one, but now, with his fortieth birthday two weeks in the past, he was beginning to think there would never be a right one.
Especially not here. When Milly Carson had mentioned "sweet young things," Perry was pretty sure she'd meant female things. Perry wasn't all that interested in female things. He liked his partners with dicks, thank you very much.
At forty, in a small town like this, he was more than past his prime. He might as well resign himself to a life of matchmaking for everybody else, while he entertained himself in the evenings with crappy porn, a tube of KY, and his own hand.
The bag of chocolates he'd just sold Millie would bring her daughter to her true love. They'd bring Perry nine dollars and fifty cents and another plus sign for his reputation.
He snapped on fresh plastic gloves and turned to the ganache he was molding for the next batch of truffles. Not magic ones this time -- just plain, ordinary, to-die-for dark chocolate truffles.
Well. Maybe a little magic. Just enough to keep them all coming back.
He was carefully pouring melted chocolate over the exactly formed mounds of ganache when the bells above the front door tinkled again. Perry looked up with a smile to greet the arriving customer.
And froze.
The young man who walked in was easily the hottest thing he'd seen in all his ten years of living in Silver River, Colorado. Tall and lean, with stylishly spiky dark hair and eyes so bright blue they almost seemed to glow, he sauntered into the store, taking in the shelves and gift baskets.
"Afternoon," Perry said, his voice surprisingly calm in spite of the turmoil that had begun in his body. "What can I do you for?"
A poor turn of phrase, he thought as the words came out of his mouth. The young man looked up and grinned at him. "Just checking you out," he said.
Perry blinked. Another interesting turn of phrase. He wondered how the young man had meant it.
"You're Perry Scranton?" he asked. "The owner?"
"Yeah." He held out a hand over the counter and the other man took it.
"Foster," he said. "Foster Carlisle."
"Good to meet you." He reluctantly released his grip on Foster's hand. Their palms had fit together neatly, and the handshake had been just right -- not too tight, not too limp, and not a bit sweaty. It made Perry's thoughts drift to places he shouldn't be considering. Not right now.
"They say this is the best chocolate in the county," Foster was saying. Perry had almost missed it.
"They say the truth." Perry smiled. "Maybe the best chocolate in the state."
"If you do say so yourself."
"I do." He reached behind the counter and withdrew one of the fresh truffles. "Like to try one?"
"Hmmmm." Foster eyed it with a coy tilt to his head. "Maybe I just will."
Delicately, he lifted the truffle from Perry's palm. The tips of his fingers brushed Perry's skin. Again, Perry felt that vague thrill.
He took a closer look at Foster. He was easily ten years younger than Perry, which under most circumstances would have stopped Perry from taking a serious look. He knew his limits, and men under thirty-five or so were off-limits.
But there was something...
"Oh, God," said Foster, who had popped the truffle into his mouth. Perry preferred to see people down the truffles more delicately, to allow for a chance to savor the flavors he slaved over so diligently, but since Foster was a first-timer, he'd make allowances. Especially since, at this moment, Foster was making one of the most enticing orgasm faces Perry had ever seen.
Perry smiled. "I told you."
"Oh, God." It seemed to be the only thing Foster could manage to say. "God, oh, God." Then he shut up and just closed his eyes, mouth working around the chocolate.
Perry's smile faded as he made another realization. His cock had risen, steel-hard against the back of his zipper. Not that it was an unusual reaction, especially when faced with a good-looking young man making a sequence of orgasm faces, but it was... different somehow.
Perry frowned. He'd never felt quite like this before, but now that he was focusing his attention on the sensation, he thought he recognized it. It was the same feeling he got when someone came into his shop who seriously needed Perry's special brand of magic. Combined with the desire spiraling through his own groin, it made Perry wonder.
No, it made Perry hope.
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1259

The Chocolatier--Now Available!

noreply@blogger.com (Elizabeth Jewell) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 16:24:00 +0000

The Chocolatier is now available from Changeling Press. I'm giving away two Perry's Chocolates T-Shirts to lucky winners. Just check out the free short story, "Self Service" at the Cheeky Changeling and send me an email at Elizabeth_Jewell@msn.com telling me why Perry had to take a detour on the way home, and I'll enter you in a drawing for one of two fun T-shirts advertizing Perry's chocolate shop.

Also, for those who use Facebook, I have a fan page there, and I'd be happy to see you!

Wednesday's New Reviews for Changeling Press!

voiceomt2002@gmail.com (Lena Austin) — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 13:41:00 +0000

Congratulations to our Authors!

New Review - SEX AND CHOCOLATE: SEDUCING DESTINY - Anne Kane

Four & ½ Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies

... a sinfully delicious addition to Changeling Press's SEX AND CHOCOLATE collection. Ms. Kane leaves no doubt in the reader's mind that sex and chocolate are the perfect combination.

http://romancejunkiesreviews.com/artman/publish/paranormal/Seducing_Destiny.shtml

New Review - DARK CALLINGS (Collection) - Elizabeth Jewell

Four & ½ Stars from Rainbow Reviews

Ms. Jewell writes some good stories ~ very good stories. Her writing is almost enchanting and has a very seductive and smooth feel to it.

http://www.rainbow-reviews.com/?p=1919

New Review - DAWG TOWN: BAD DAWG - Lena Austin

Four Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

I liked the unconventionality of the relationship.When they made love, you felt the passion and the desire as if you were a part of the coupling.

http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2009/10/dawg-town-bad-dawg-by-lena-austin.html

New Review - DAWG TOWN: MAD DAWG - Tuesday Richards

Four Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

Things do happen fast in real life and in fiction and this story doesn't disappoint. The sex scenes sizzle.

http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2009/10/dawg-town-mad-dawg-by-tuesday-richards.html?zx=b39e3b03a974f8bc

New Review - OPEN DOORS - Leona Gray

Four Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

... the love scenes were very passionate. I liked seeing the lust blossom into love as the novella unfurled.

http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2009/10/open-doors-by-leona-gray.html

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Authors After Dark Convention Recap by Selena Illyria

voiceomt2002@gmail.com (Lena Austin) — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 18:49:00 +0000

Authors After Dark Convention Recap
By Selena Illyria

Authors After Dark Convention- A Convention for Paranormal/Fantasy authors and readers.
It took place on October 23rd-24th in Suffern, New York.

First off I have to say a big thank you to Jacquelyn Frank, Stella Price and Bianca D’Arc who did an amazing job putting this small convention together. It was wonderful and I look forward to next year.

The first day of the Convention, from the word start it was go, go, go. Not unusual for convention. Most Cons there are a thousand things going on at the same time , workshops, mini-parties, mini-events , meetings, etc. For the Convention, what was refreshing was nothing was piled up on each other.

The Con started off with two mini events, both casual and yet full of energy and fun. Because there wasn’t a lot going on and only a hundred attendees, it made for a more intimate setting. But just because there weren’t a lot of people don’t think it wasn’t full of energy , fun and noise. LOL. Take the Candy shop mixer, giving away the first of the door prizes was an event on it’s own. Every win was celebrated and the prizes given away were awesome, from books to promo to T-Shirts, I even think there was an iPod given away at one point.

Once the door prizes were given away you could eat and wander around and check out some of the things that were up for the raffle.

The raffle was set up to benefit the Pets Alive Sanctuary, which is a No-Kill Sanctuary.

The Candy Mixer was followed by tarot, palmistry and rune. I only looked in but there was a line for it and it all looked very fun.

The next day, we started off with a buffet style breakfast, where more door prizes were given away. After breakfast you had the option of wandering around the bookseller section or attending the Vampire panel (which was a whole lot of fun). The one thing I really appreciated was the panels were one right after the other rather than held at the same time. I missed the Faerie panel but was able to catch Witches and the Craft panel, which gave me a new idea on how to approach plotting for my books.

After that it was Luncheon and a Baby Shower for Audra Price. Happy Ninja! (Inside joke). This was an example of what was put out at the place settings. Very naughty, yes?

SI Note: I didn't see this chocy until the next day. LOL. At first I was wondering what they were doing. On closer inspection I knew I had to take a pic. LOL

After Lunch, there was book signing. I have to give a shout out to Lindsey E. who won a book from me a few weeks ago and has read a few of my books. It is so awesome to meet readers. Here’s a piccie of my place at the signing table.

Yeah, I’m dork for taking a pic of my place at the book signing but I don’t do these that often. The cool thing was that some people from the Pets Alive Sanctuary came by with two adorable dogs (the cuteness was overwhelming).

Once thing slowed down it was time to get ready for the Masquerade Ball, which I didn’t really dress up for. I’m sure you can find a pic of me floating around somewhere. LOL. I just wore a simple dress, boots and my jacket. More door prizes, I actually won a book! Yay! And then the ball/party kicked off.

If you see a pic of me, you’l l notice the jacket was a main stay, I was freezing for most of the time. It’s the only complaint I have. LOL. I have no blood, the vampire sucked it all out. LOL. Kidding! You think. Flash, hon, you missed some awesome costumes. Here are two examples:

Carol dressed as Jane Austen as a vampire

Ann dressed as Morgana.

Quick note about Carol and Ann’s costumes, they were handmade. Gorgeous and Very awesome, yes?

And Lindsey:

There were so many awesome costumes. I have to find the pics. I should mention dinner was delicious. The steak…yum, doesn’t even describe it. I did a bit of dancing, not much and left the party close to midnight I think? Can’t quite remember. LOL.

The next day was the last and I have to say it was sad leaving. In such a short amount of time, a weekend, I’d had so much and meet so many wonderful people.

We had breakfast (more books at the place settings) and then the Charity Raffle Results. AAD managed to raise $!,500 for Pets Alive. I will say this much, the amount of tickets purchased for the raffle, you could probably make a dress or two out of it. LOL.

After breakfast it was the last panel for Shifters and Demons, which I was on. That was a fun panel. *Grin* And then, sadly it was time to go. I am looking forward to next year, even started planning. All I can say is the Authors After Dark was well worth the money and the weekend and would gladly do it all over again.

For More Information on the Authors After Dark Convention go to: http://www.authorsafterdark.net/

For more information on the Pets Alive Animal Shelter go to: http://www.petsalive.com/

This just in (insert my squeeing here):

There will be another big party next year, I hear chocolate may be involved, lots of chocolate. AND, next year AAD will be opening things up to all genres include GLBT. Squee!

For updates go to: http://www.authorsafterdark.blogspot.com/ (Won't be live until after December 09)

-- Dear Reader, Let Me Seduce You . . . Love, Selena Illyria: http://www.selenaillyria.com/, http://www.pinkchairdiaries.com/
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Monday's New Reviews for Changeling Press!

voiceomt2002@gmail.com (Lena Austin) — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 13:49:00 +0000

Congrats to our Authors!

Lena Austin

http://www.LenaAustin.com

From: ChangelingPress@yahoogroups.com [mailto:ChangelingPress@yahoogroups.com] On Behalf Of Review Coordinator
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New Review - HORSFALL: TASTE TEST - Jade Buchanan

Reviewed by Joyfully Reviewed

If you're in the mood for a fast, spicy read with paranormal elements and twins, you can't go wrong with Taste Test.

http://www.joyfullyreviewed.com/reviews/Oct09/horsefalltastetest.JB.html

New Review - LAST CALL EUROPE: CHOCOLATE SHOCK - Selena Illyria

Five Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews

Selena Illyria found the right balance between characters and story. Trina and Garrison made the perfect match. Very magical.

http://fallenangelreviews.com/2009/October/cheryl-lastcalleurope_chocolateshock.htm

New Review - SENSUOUS - Aubrey Ross

Four Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

I wholeheartedly recommend Sensuous to those who like their reading hot enough to scorch the screen, but well written and perfectly edited.

http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2009/10/sensuous-by-aubrey-ross.html

New Review - SWEET OBLIVION: SWARM - Jordan Castillo Price

Reviewed by Joyfully Reviewed

Jordan Castillo Price's talent as a writer is plainly demonstrated as she takes Michael and Wild Bill into an adventure you won't want to miss.

http://www.joyfullyreviewed.com/reviews/Oct09/swarm.JP.html

New Review - SUNDOWN INVESTIGATIONS (Collection) - Cat Marsters

Four Nymphs from Literary Nymphs

Cat Marsters has spun quite a few tales that got better each time I read the next one.packed full of emotions running rampant, fierce loyalty, and screaming hot sex for all of them.

http://literarynymphsreviewsonly.blogspot.com/2009/10/sundown-investigations.html

It's a Vampire Thing by Dakota Cassidy

voiceomt2002@gmail.com (Lena Austin) — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 07:09:00 +0000

It's a Vampire Thing (Collection)
by Dakota Cassidy
Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-243-2
Genre(s): Paranormal, Humor & Satire, Collections
Theme(s): Vampires
Length: Collection

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1258

Blurb:

Claire Treemont is a small-town coroner with a small-town social life -- as in, nonexistent. When a yummy body enters her life one night at the county morgue, Claire is astonished to find she's pretty sad he's dead. I mean, honestly, how often does someone like her get to gaze upon a body like that?

Zachariah Kowalski's got an affliction that has him waking up in places that are, to say the least, inconvenient. He also has a life mate who escapes him from century to century just as they're about to seal the vampire deal. Kinda frustrating, huh?

Add in a best friend, Jarrod, who's ever so helpful, and an ex who'd rather see him dead than with another woman, and you get... trouble. Oh, and a wild, passionate ride against time...
Desdemona Smitrovitch is a bad, bad girl. But Jarrod lusts after, er, likes Desi anyway -- at least when she's not trying to kill his best friend's woman. Jarrod thinks he can help Desi on the road to becoming a good girl.

Do good girls like floggers?

This collection contains the previously released novellas It's a Vampire Thing and Doing Desi.

Excerpt:
This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

"Well, hello sugar!" Claire Treemont crooned softly to the naked male figure stretched out on the table. Come-hither baby blues stared blankly back at her.
Okay, so he had the glassy-eyed thing going on, but damn, was he babe-o-licious. Claire gently brushed a stray lock of silky black hair from his forehead, as though he were a small child. Her gaze traveled the length of his bulky form. Lifting the crisp fabric of the white, institutionally-issued sheet, she blew out a breathy sigh that bordered on dreamy as she eyed his package.
"Well now... ain't that just whistling Dixie? Look at the size of that monster!"
She cringed as her thoughts strayed to places they shouldn't, at least not in her profession. Tsk, tsk. Such a waste of prime male flesh.
Claire dropped the sheet reluctantly and grabbed her clipboard, pulling a pen from behind her ear. Stray tendrils of honey gold hair fell loose from the clip imprisoning them. She brushed at them impatiently, tucking them back in place, and glanced at the clock on the wall. Time was wasting while she lollygagged. She clicked on the voice-activated recorder, and began the tedious task of cataloguing hunk-o-rama's vital stats.
Whew, honey. He wasn't just long there, he was long everywhere. All six-foot-five of him. She snapped the tape measure back into its metal holder with a click. Folding back the sheet with care, she ran her hands over the rigid planes of his abdomen to detect any abnormalities. "Somebody works out, doesn't he?"
He must have used Abs of Steel, she mused, then smiled at herself for spending yet another night-shift talking to a corpse. Like he was really going to answer!
What was his name, anyway?
Running a finger quickly over his chart, she located his entry. Zachariah Kowalski.
"Kowalski, huh? Good thing you were so good looking, with a name like Kowalski." Claire smiled indulgently at him and took his body temp. The cold metal table vibrated beneath her touch.
Odd.
She turned to the instrument tray for her scalpel. The sensation of being watched skittered up her spine on spider's legs. She shook it off.
That's first-year rookie crap.
Claire had gotten over thinking the cadavers she attended were moving long ago, or that their glassy-eyed stares lingered on her. Indeed.
I need to spend more time with the living.
Thankfully, she began vacation tomorrow -- a long two weeks with nothing but time on her hands. Maybe she'd hit the singles bars. Ugh. And then again maybe not.
Again, she felt the curious conviction that someone was watching her. Ignoring it, she dug through the drawer full of gadgets trying to find a sterilized scalpel. Damn Albert for leaving behind a cluttered mess. She hated the day shift guys. She hated their small-town practices even more. Who the hell left a scalpel in a drawer with all the other stuff?
Hah! Claire latched onto the lone scalpel, feeling rather victorious. She checked to be sure the lethal weapon was still enclosed in its sterile sheathing, then tore it open.
Okay, handsome, here I come.
Smoothing her gloved hands over her lab coat before she began, she tugged at the waistband of the skirt beneath, yanking it up. God, she hated staff meetings and wearing skirts to impress the boss. Like she was gonna wear a ball gown while she hacked up dead bodies. Sheesh.
She pressed her fingers along Kowalski's cold, clammy skin, preparing the smooth surface for the incision. Locating just the right spot, she twirled the metal blade in her hand like a gunslinger and chuckled to herself. It was a shame to mar the perfection of such a beautiful specimen, but the funeral home would fix him up, good as new. She positioned the blade over his abdomen, near the fine sprinkling of black hair that narrowed to a point over his long cock.
A Herculean grip surrounded her wrist, so quick and startling that she jerked back and fell with a thud to the hard tile floor, scalpel clattering after her, wrist still held prisoner. Her heart clamored wildly in her chest.
She would not look up to see who or what held her in a death grip. No, no, no freakin' way!
Shit, she was gonna look up.
Cautiously, she raised terrified eyes just a hair to find Zachariah Kowalski peering down at her. His once-glassy baby blues crinkled at the corners, sparkling and full of life.
Holy dead guy, Batman!
His white teeth flashed as a wide grin spread across his angular face; he had the most glorious dimples. Dimples that were very much alive. Wavy black hair framed a handsome face, falling to brush the top of his shoulders. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest as heat coursed a path down her arm. His smile was genuine, flashing perfect, white, evenly-spaced teeth as he asked, "Need some help?"
He swung his legs over the side of the examining table, letting the sheet fall to the floor. His thick, erect cock bobbed in her face. Claire's head followed the up-and-down motion in disbelief as the muscles in his thick thighs bulged.
Tugging on her arm, he pulled her up, their bodies now just inches apart. Standing, the top of Claire's head reached to just below his nipple, she noted absently. She screwed her eyes shut tightly.
No, this isn't happening.
She worked long hours and it was beginning to have an effect on her.
Yup, that's it.
"No, Claire, it's not the long hours you put in," Zachariah assured her with a deep chuckle.
His voice was like a liquid orgasm washing over her trembling body.
"Although such a beautiful woman really should get out more, you're not seeing things. Here, feel." He took her hand and placed it on his cock. Warm and smooth, it was incontrovertible evidence of his animate status.
He groaned. "See, I'm very much alive."
Oh, indeed you are. Claire's hands shook violently. And you know my name.
"Don't be afraid of me, Claire. I won't hurt you." His hot-chocolate tenor rippled through her veins like a heat wave.
Don't be afraid of the dead guy who just got up off your examining table, has a cock the size of a bull and isn't really dead, you say? A dead guy whose cock you have now firmly latched onto like you're declaring it your own...
She yanked her hand away.
Nah... me afraid? Never.
Claire struggled to remember where the door was so she could get the hell out of Dodge.
Zachariah's large hand shifted between her shoulder blades, and began to caress her back in slow, sensual circles. He pressed her closer and sniffed the air.
"Ah, Claire, you smell delicious, good enough to eat," he declared.
Um, okay, if this is supposed to be the scariest event of my life, then why are my knees melting like butter and my panties twisted in a knot to rival any sailor?
"Because you want me, Claire, and I want you. Now," he confirmed, just in case she was wondering.
Impossibly strong arms scooped her up, holding her tightly to his thick chest. "Where is your office?" he asked casually, as though he had asked where the soda machine was.
Without even thinking, she dazedly pointed in the general direction, and he whisked her off with determined strides, his bare feet slapping on the cold tile with each step.
Claire felt strangely disconnected, as if this was happening to someone else, and she was just a spectator.
Then he laid her gently on the maroon vinyl couch, and sat down beside her, caressing her face. His sparkling blue gaze pierced hers. She shivered in response, unable to tear her eyes away, allowing herself to be swept up in the moment, no matter how improbable, how impossible, it was.
"I'm going to say this as quickly as I can, Claire. I don't have time for explanations. I must fuck you."

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Eyes of the Wolf by Amanda Steiger

voiceomt2002@gmail.com (Lena Austin) — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 07:05:00 +0000

Eyes of the Wolf
by Amanda Steiger

Cover art by Sahara Kelly
ISBN: 978-1-60521-310-1
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Werewolves, Shapeshifters, Dark Desire
Length: Novella

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1256

Blurb:

Kaila is a princess, bound to a life of duty. She would do anything to save her people, even give herself to the barbarian leader of the Wolf Clan -- the fearsome half-demon wolf-shifter, Garou -- in exchange for the promise that he will leave her kingdom in peace. What she doesn't expect is to find passion and tenderness in his embrace, and to discover that inside the beast is a very human man.

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Kaila's heart raced, and her knees trembled as she approached the barbarians' camp. Cook fires flickered amidst the deer hide tents. Men sat around them, roaring with laughter, eating bloody haunches of roast meat and slopping ale from tankards.
The sliver of moon overhead shed only scarce light on the grassy plains. None of the men had spotted her yet. She had the sudden urge to turn and bolt... but she suppressed it and willed her shaking limbs to be steady. She'd made up her mind. She could not allow her people to suffer any longer. If her father would not give Chief Garou what he demanded, then Kaila would take matters into her own hands.
She took another step closer, and a twig popped under her foot.
The men fell silent and turned to look at her. They were huge and muscular, wearing the skins of wolves or bobcats, and most had thick, bushy beards. Hunger glinted in their eyes as they realized what they were seeing. She felt like a rabbit waltzing into a convention of foxes, and in spite of her efforts to stay calm, she quivered beneath her heavy, fur lined cloak.
These men were brutes. For the past few months, they had been attacking the city, carrying off plunder. They lived like scavengers, striking, thieving, and vanishing into the night. "Where is your chief?" she called, with as much authority as she could muster. "I demand that you take me to him at once. I will speak to no one else."
One man wiped grease from his beard with the back of one hand, then stood, grinning. "Bold little thing, aren't you?"
He started forward, but was stopped by a sharp, "Don't touch her!" from the largest tent.
The man froze as the chief pushed the tent flap aside and stepped out. He was tall, and surprisingly young. He was also one of the few men in camp without a beard. Three scars, like claw marks, marred each cheek. He wore a dark wolf hide, the wolf's head perched over his own, and black leather gloves and boots. At his belt was a glittering sword, no doubt stolen, like all their weapons. He drew the blade from its gem encrusted scabbard and pressed the tip to the man's stomach. The man gulped, his eyes widening. "No one is to touch her, save me," said the chief. "If anyone lays a hand on her, I'll cut off his sac and hang it out to dry in the sun."
Kaila stood frozen, heart knocking against her ribs, as the chief approached. He moved like the wolf for which he was named, his strides smooth and graceful. Well defined muscles shifted beneath the bronze skin in his arms and legs. With a gloved hand, he gripped her chin and turned her face from side to side, studying her. She noticed, with a shock, that his eyes were yellow gold, like a wolf's. "Strange, that you come here alone, without a carriage or guards," he remarked. His gloved thumb traced her chin, and then ran lightly over her full lips. "One would think your father would send that much, at least, to see off his beloved daughter. I wonder... did your father send you at all, or did you come of your own free will?"
She swallowed, keeping her eyes downcast. "My father sent me." Garou might not consider it a gift if he knew she'd come on her own. "He is willing to make the sacrifice for his people."
"Very wise of him." He smiled, showing a glint of white teeth. With the tip of his sword, he pulled her cloak open to reveal the soft, pink silk dress beneath. He studied the pearly buttons, then slid his sword tip beneath one and popped it off, so delicately that he didn't even graze the skin beneath. A few of his men hooted, but he paid no attention. His eyes were fixed on her heaving chest. He popped off another button, then another, exposing her white, lacy chemise.
Kaila gritted her teeth, cheeks burning. Would he have her out in the open, in front of all these leering pigs? She straightened her back and schooled her face into a neutral expression. No matter what happened, she was determined to endure it stoically. It was the only honor left to her.
The cold tip of the sword touched her breast, almost gently, and her breath caught in her throat. She watched, stone still, as it circled her nipple, which quickly hardened at the coldness of the steel. He did the same to the other nipple, then returned to the first, until both jutted, achingly hard and tight, straining against the thin silk of her chemise. Then, with the tip of his sword, he lifted her dress. One hand reached beneath it.
Kaila swatted his hand away.

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Dragon Kin: Fire in the Sky by Michelle Hasker

voiceomt2002@gmail.com (Lena Austin) — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 05:58:00 +0000

Dragon Kin: Fire in the Sky
by Michelle Hasker

Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-326-2
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Interracial, BBW, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Dragon Kin (Multi Author)
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

Selena's had the hots for her boss Kyden since she started working for him. There's something about him that just drives her insane with desire. It doesn't matter that she's too fat and too dark for him, she wants him desperately. And it's gotten worse over the last few months. This month she even found herself ready to masturbate in her cubicle. Kyden's ordered her to stay late to work tonight, just the two of them, but she's not sure she can control the desire if they're alone in the building. Or if she wants to.

Excerpt:

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Naughty Nights: Enslaved by Kate Hill

voiceomt2002@gmail.com (Lena Austin) — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 05:59:00 +0000

Naughty Nights: Enslaved
by Kate Hill

Cover art by Sahara Kelly
ISBN: 978-1-60521-136-7
Genre(s): Action/Adventure, Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More
Series: Naughty Nights
Length: Novel

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Blurb:
To end the war between their kingdoms, Darkrock and Strongsea are ordered to marry and select a female mate to be shared between them. Bitter enemies, the men rebel against the notion of being bound for life, but despite their opposing personalities, they can't control their passion for each other.
When Radiance, a merchant from Earth, crashes on the planet Shandra, she is taken into slavery and bought as a gift for Darkrock and Strongsea. Both desire the exotic human slave, but Strongsea's compassionate nature drives him to protect her against Darkrock's lust.
Soon Radiance and Strongsea realize there's more to Darkrock than his harsh veneer, but only together can they draw out his inner man.

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"Darkrock come. Sit," Ridgeback said in his rumbling voice while gesturing toward the empty seat to his left.

Darkrock did as ordered. His advisor sat near him and the guard stood behind. Darkrock bowed his head respectfully to the Tri-Ruler, then his gaze locked with Strongsea's. The man was annoyingly handsome. Almost too handsome for a Shand leader. His wheat-colored beard was neatly trimmed, accentuating his chiseled bone-structure. Only his strong nose and the predatory look that sometimes gleamed in his thickly-lashed blue eyes kept him from being too pretty. He wore his pale hair ultra-short, almost shaved to his scalp, probably because dark-haired men were considered far more masculine on Shandra. Tall and lithe, he gave a deceptively elegant appearance, but as Darkrock had discovered during their battle, Strongsea was tough and supple. Grappling with him had been like tangling with warm metal -- powerful and almost impossible to break. Just thinking about it made Darkrock's belly tighten and his cock tingle to life. Of course he wasn't turned on by Strongsea. He hated the man, but at times anger and arousal provoked the same response. If and when he chose his mate it wouldn't be a man like this.

Rugged good looks, similar to Darkrock's, were preferred in their culture.

During their earlier battle, Darkrock had tried his best to destroy his rival's gorgeous face. He nearly curled his lip in disgust, noting that even the swollen lower lip, blackened right eye and four painful-looking scratches down his left cheek couldn't disguise Strongsea's beauty. Maybe exile or sentence to a hard labor prison camp would.

Ridgeback said, "I was saying, and Strongsea agreed, that as leaders of the two most powerful sectors on Shandra, your recent behavior has set a poor example."

"He's agreed?" Darkrock said, not bothering to keep the sneer from his lips. "Strange, considering he's the cause of the problem, as you must have seen if you read my report."

"In your report you accuse Strongsea of planning an assassination and takeover of your sector. Of course such allegations warrant a full investigation, which would take much longer than a single day," Ridgeback said and Darkrock didn't miss his note of sarcasm. "However, a quicker method is to question Strongsea."

"As if he'd tell the truth," Darkrock scoffed, his gaze shifting from the Tri-Ruler to his hated rival.

"He accepted questioning by the Spike of Integrity," Ridgeback stated.

This surprised Darkrock. The Spike of Integrity was an old and powerful tool that never failed to bring forth the truth from its victims. Sector leaders were rarely subjected to it. A long, ultra-thin needle was inserted into the back of the neck, supplying a controlled stream of serum that forced the suspect to tell the truth.

"The results have cleared Strongsea of your accusations. He submitted to a full questioning regarding this matter as well as some others that have caused concern. I must admit that I had some reservations about him when he first took leadership, but they have been eradicated. He is a most worthy and respectable man."

Darkrock drew a deep breath. His fingers gripped the chair arms so hard that his nails sank into the wood, yet he tried to appear calm and collected. This was completely unexpected and most unsettling.

"I suggest you question your intelligence staff closely, particularly those who provided you with the false information about Strongsea. I fear if there is an assassination being planned, it won't be coming from another sector, but will be internal," Ridgeback said.

Darkrock nodded, his jaw tight. "It seems you may be right."

"My praise of Strongsea doesn't mean that I find him to be a perfect leader," Ridgeback continued. "Nor do my reprimands toward you mean that I am not pleased with your performance. On the contrary, I have always found you to be one of the strongest and most honorable leaders on Shandra."

Darkrock wasn't moved by pandering -- not that he felt the Tri-Ruler was being untruthful. Sugar coating anything wasn't Ridgeback's style and that was a quality Darkrock respected.

"The problems between your sectors have always been a source of concern on Shandra. Now that it again has you on the brink of war -- and has driven you into a leadership battle -- I am compelled to step in. I sanctioned this morning's battle only because I hoped it would put an end to your rivalry and bring peace to Shandra. When the battle ended in a draw, I realized you are equally matched in many ways, but also complement each other. The best decision for Shandra won't be to choose one of you over the other, but to merge your sectors."

"Merge?" Darkrock said, his control close to snapping.

"As in they become a single sector?" Strongsea demanded, his peaceful expression fading, replaced by the same tension Darkrock had seen during the leadership battle.

"Exactly," Ridgeback said. "You can learn much from each other and will balance each other well. Strongsea, you are a modern man of new ideas and fresh insights. Darkrock, you are rooted in tradition. Together you can improve Shandra as surely as you would destroy it fighting each other."

"Which of us will be the leader?" Darkrock asked, almost afraid of what the answer would be.

"Neither. You will have equal control."

"And if we don't agree to this?" Darkrock said.

"Then you relinquish your position and a new representative of your former sector will be chosen to share leadership."

"I'll have to rule with him?" Strongsea said, his wide-set blue eyes narrowing almost to slits as he glared at Darkrock.

"More than that," Ridgeback said. "You and Darkrock will be joined in matrimony. You will select a wife to be shared between you, and your heirs will be of the new sector."

Darkrock couldn't quite retain any of the Tri-Ruler's words past "joined in matrimony." Somehow he managed to notice that Strongsea's golden-skinned face went quite pale and his pearly teeth clenched visibly. Even when furious the bastard was fucking handsome.

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Wednesday's New Reviews for Changeling Press

voiceomt2002@gmail.com (Lena Austin) — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 12:37:00 +0000

Congrats to all our authors! We’re feeling the love from Whipped Cream Reviews and Romance Junkies.

New Review - LAST CALL EUROPE: IRISH CRÈME - Mina Carter

Five Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

Mina Carter has a way with humor and world building like few I've read. Ash and Dev are beautifully developed characters, and the antics they get up to in that room at Last Call would make a tree blush.

http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-call-europe-faery-dust-by-mina.html

New Review - DAWG TOWN: BAD DAWG - Lena Austin

Four & ½ Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies

From the attraction between these dynamic characters or Loren's shock in discovering that the town of Barkus is full of shapeshifters BAD DAWG is an enchanting read.

http://romancejunkiesreviews.com/artman/publish/paranormal/Dawg_Town_Bad_Dawg.shtml

New Review - DAWG TOWN: HOMECOMING - Selena Illyria

Five Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

I had already fallen in love with this small community but this story sealed the deal. This story will tug at your heartstrings one moment and leave you sexually charged the next.

http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2009/09/dawg-town-homecoming-by-selena-illyria.html

New Review - DAWG TOWN: HOT DAWG - Marteeka Karland

Four & ½ Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

Humorous and fun, with characters readers can relate to even though they are shifters. This is one for the keeper shelf.

http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2009/09/dawg-town-hot-dawg-by-marteeka-karland.html

New Review - DAWG TOWN: HUSTLE - Anne Kane

Four & ½ Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

With a few twists that I didn't see coming, Hustle is a wicked story that kept my interest.If you are looking for a humorous, yet sexy and seductive quick read, then I'd recommend this one.

http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2009/09/title-dawg-town-hustle.html

Dark Dichotomy Collection by Aubrey Ross

voiceomt2002@gmail.com (Lena Austin) — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 05:51:00 +0000

Dark Dichotomy (Collection)
by Aubrey Ross

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-299-9
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Dark Fantasy, Collections
Theme(s): Ménage
Series: Dichotomy
Length: Collection

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Blurb:

The Burton brothers' secrecy has kept Napa Valley gossiping for generations. Now a vision reveals an enemy lurking in the shadows, waiting to destroy them all. A soul bonding is the only way to ensure Kendra's safety. But first she must accept the complexity of their nature and learn to revel in the pleasures awaiting her as the mate of a Dichotomy.

Determined to find her missing niece, Lark Emery follows the clues to Napa Valley. Aidan finds the stunning blonde poking her nose into matters that don't concern her and decides to use her in his revenge plot against the Burton brothers. He manipulates her perception with erotic dreams and false memories then sets her in the path of Evan Burton.

One of the few humans trusted with the secrets of the Dichotomy, Nicole has always been fascinated with brooding Leos and his handsome day-dwelling twin, Daniel. Her newest artistic creation is a multi-media display called "Mischief." Claiming she needs a male perspective on the project, Nicole uses the erotic images to arouse and entice the widowers. Leos and Daniel are far from immune to Nicole's obvious charms, but can they trust her with their wounded hearts, or is she merely a pawn in their enemy's dangerous game of revenge?

This collection contains the previously released novellas in the Dark Dichotomy series: Misbehaving, Mistress, and Mischief.

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Torral let his gaze travel the length of Kendra's body, amazed that he could find no flaw. A friend had suggested he contact Kendra after she refurbished his San Francisco restaurant. She specialized in period recreation and upscale renovation. Torral had been impressed with her confidence and expertise when they spoke on the telephone. He'd known she was relatively young, but he hadn't expected her to be this attractive.
Her hair combined gold, bronze, and copper in a riot of shimmering curls. She stood at an angle, her face presented in profile. He wanted to trace her pert nose with his index finger then frame her face with his hands and outline her lips with his tongue.
She was applying for a job, for god's sake. His lust was completely out of place. Still, he couldn't suppress it entirely. His need deepened and expanded, heating his blood and speeding his pulse. He shoved his hands into his pockets. If he touched her now, he wouldn't be able to stop.
Deep within his being Ryan stirred, possessive and restless. Torral glanced at the horizon. Dusk was hours away. Why had his nocturnal side awakened? Ryan surged, stretching the confines of sleep state, triggering transformation.
Torral spun toward the door, his movements stilted. He couldn't allow her to see the change.
"Are you all right?"
He raised his hand and waved her back without turning around. "Give me a minute."
The proposal sailed to the floor as he rushed from the room and darted across the hall. He closed the door to the master bedroom and leaned against it. The floor tilted and his vision blurred.
Too soon! He shot the thought inward. Go back to sleep.
Do not let her leave, Ryan responded. She is in danger.
Urgency washed over Torral, heightening his awareness and compounding his lust. Images swirled through his mind, dizzying and arousing.
He lay on his side in a rumpled bed, naked and unashamed. Kendra stood beside the bed with Ryan behind her. She raised one arm and grasped the back of Ryan's neck. Ryan touched her, caressed her boldly, while she gasped and swayed.
Desire, hot and demanding, gathered low in Torral's abdomen. He reined in the compulsion with steely determination. They had the rest of their lives to explore these pleasures. He would not -- the rest of their lives? Why had that phrase popped into his mind?
Her silky breasts quivered as Ryan teased her nipples. Torral licked his lips, anxious for a taste. Following the path of his brother's hand, Torral focused on the shadowed cleft between her thighs.
She's the one. Ryan made the pronouncement with absolute finality.
The tantalizing image faded, leaving Torral aching with need. He closed his hands into fists and fought for breath. She was human, unaware of the Dichotomy's existence, unprepared for the unavoidable challenges.
She was intelligent and accomplished, beautiful and sensuous. What little she knew of his family already had her intrigued. Could he build upon that mystique, cultivate her fascination? He couldn't deny their attraction. He was certain she felt it too.
Besides, Ryan's premonitions were never wrong.
I can't just demand that she stay.
If she leaves the estate before the bonding, she will die.
Another image stabbed into Torral's mind. Kendra's face, colorless and waxy. Her eyes sightless, dead. No!
Then, don't let her leave!
A firm knock vibrated the door against Torral's back. He covered his face with his hands and sucked in a deep breath.
"Just a minute." He forced the words out between clenched teeth.
"Are you sure you're all right?" Uncertainty rippled through her tone. "Should I go get one of your brothers?"
"That's not necessary." Ryan retreated enough for Torral to regain his composure. "I'll be with you in a moment."
Do whatever it takes; she cannot leave the estate.

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Heartfire by BJ McCall

voiceomt2002@gmail.com (Lena Austin) — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 05:37:00 +0000

Heartfire
by B.J. McCall

Cover art by Karen Fox
ISBN: 978-1-60521-221-0
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure
Theme(s): Vampires, Shapeshifters, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Vazan Vampires
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

The universe is vast, but finding a dragon on the auction block isn't a usual occurrence for hunter Daecon Kreass. When the magnificent dragon shifts into a stunning woman she stirs his blood like never before, but Arara is Zyafayan aristocracy and Daecon must keep her at arm's length and return her safely to her royal family.

Arara has never forgotten the handsome vampire who saved her from captivity. Determined to find out if her feelings are true or that of a grateful victim, Arara changes her appearance and her name. She joins Vazan Shield and is partnered with Daecon in the new hostage rescue unit.
Despite her deception the flames of passion are quickly ignited. This time around she's determined to never let him go.

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Arara raised her head and opened her wings to the blustering wind. The ship's bow dipped into a trough, and heaved upward, cresting the oncoming swell. Salty spray spattered her neck, chest and back, glistening on iridescent scales. She swished her long tail, sending flashes of golden hues along its length.
"Arara!"
Folding her wings, Arara turned her broad head and looked down at her faithful servant.
Hands on her hips, Elsath shouted over the wind. "Your father has forbidden you to fly."
"We've been confined below for days. I need to spread my wings and feel the wind on my face."
A gust whipped Elsath's brown hair around her thin face. "It's too dangerous!"
"The storm has passed." Arara opened her wings with a snap, the thin membranes catching a strong blast. "A little wind won't harm me."
"Arara. Stop! The captain says the storm has forced us off course."
"I won't go far."
"Arara. No!"
Wings spread, Arara launched off the ship's deck. Sweeping over and under her wings, the wailing wind lifted her skyward. Arara soared high, delighting in the swirling air currents.
She swept her wings high, then down in a power-stroke, pushing higher into the overcast sky. Whipping her long tail from side to side, Arara increased her air speed. Arching her back and slashing the air with her tail, she pointed her nose skyward and threw back her head, performing an aerial somersault. After three flips, she pulled up and straightened her course. Dipping one wing, Arara turned and headed back toward the ship.
A flash to her right alerted Arara, but the warning came too late. A thin, gossamer net fell over her, covering her back, catching on her clawed feet and snagging her wings. She flapped and fluttered her wings, but instead of shaking off the net she merely twisted and turned, caught in the crisscross of thin line. Dangerously ensnared, she tore with teeth and talons, but the net held.
She roared, blasting the net with her fiery breath. The line turned black, but didn't burn or melt.
Sharp stings pierced her shoulder and chest, stealing the breath from her lungs. She gathered her ebbing strength and let loose a dragon cry, attacking the net once more with a sputtering flame.
Her wings useless, Arara fell, spiraling toward the waves below. Her fall ceased, so abruptly that her weight pressed hard into the net, ripping scales from her back. Then she recoiled, shooting back up into the sky. Gravity prevailed, the net halting her sudden ascent.
Tangled, helpless, and quickly losing consciousness, Arara hung in the net and looked up into the yawning belly of an airship. Then darkness claimed her.

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Lionsbane by Marteeka Karland

voiceomt2002@gmail.com (Lena Austin) — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 05:43:00 +0000

Lionsbane
by Marteeka Karland

Cover art by Marteeka Karland
ISBN: 978-1-60521-315-6
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal
Theme(s): Shapeshifters
Series: Frozen Earth
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

In a world where humans are one of the last links in the food chain, they depend on other races and breeds to protect them. But what happens when humans are left on their own?

Jayla's entire family was murdered when she was ten. Now, eight years later, she's on the hunt for the Lionsblood she believes is responsible. Avoiding the farms that "protect" most of the planet's five hundred thousand human inhabitants, Jayla has taught herself to hunt and kill as efficiently as any human possibly could. What she lacks in acute senses, she makes up for in cunning, fearlessness, and keen intelligence.

Kane has followed and protected Jayla since the day she lost her parents and siblings. He knows she believes him responsible, and though he arrived too late to help her family, he was the one who fought off the rogue clan before they killed her, too. Not intending ever to reveal himself to her, Kane suddenly finds himself in need of her help.

It's up to her now. Will Jayla save his life, or live up to the name she has given herself? This is her one chance to truly become the Lionsbane.

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Icy wind sliced through Jayla like a Tybrerian laser blade. It chilled her bones, but she didn't move. She crouched, perfectly still and downwind, watching the pack of Lionsblood feasting on their latest victim. She'd tracked this pack for the better part of eight years, though admittedly she was only now ready to face them.
Her legs were cramped, the frigid air stung her eyes, and she had to clamp her jaws together to keep her teeth from chattering. Her heated respirator was the only thing keeping her lungs from freezing in the cold. Still, she waited in total silence. Not moving. Hardly daring to breathe. She waited for them to finish gorging. They'd be the most vulnerable then. Full and sleepy. Might seem unfair, but there were four of them, one of her, and she was human. She had to have as much of an advantage as she possibly could.
Sure enough, once their meal was done, the pack moved deeper into the cave for the night. Carefully, Jayla moved to the mouth of the cave and waited until she heard their soft snores. One of them would remain on the watch. He was the one she had to eliminate first.
Knife in hand, Jayla spotted her prey and circled behind him. The Lionsblood was in man form, but he was absolutely huge. Luck was with her and he crouched near the cave opening. Jayla lunged high, gripping his hair and pulling his head back. With one vicious swipe, her blade bit deep and cut both trachea and spinal cord. Her prey didn't make a sound, but the others would smell blood, know something was wrong, and attack.
A deafening roar from behind her signaled the others were on her. Jayla whipped a second knife from her belt and flipped it around so the blade pointed back at her as she gripped the handle. In that position, it would act as an extension of her forearm. With her weaker left hand she slashed with the inverted blade while she stabbed with her right. Two quick blossoms of blood spurted from the second Lionsblood's throat, and her stab went through muscle, scraped rib bone, and punctured his heart. Her knife stuck on a rib, but she didn't waste time trying to free it. She moved on to the third Lionsblood.
A look of pure rage dominated his features. Though Jayla needed to concentrate on him, her gaze darted around trying to find the fourth. Lionsblood were lightning quick, and Jayla almost lost her head because of her divided attention. The bastard lunged with a vicious swipe, his claws missing her by mere inches. She thought he had her but instead of the bite of his claws, she felt the wind from his hand.
Fortunately, he thought he had her, too, because he over-rotated his swing. As his back turned to her for a moment, Jayla stabbed him once, neatly between his ribs. Her blade withdrew smoothly, and she sank it in again, this time with more precise results. Just left of his spine. Lumbar region. The abdominal aorta was in the same place in Lionsblood as it was for any other humanoid. When she withdrew her blade, blood pulsed out of the wound, quickly leaving a puddle.
The Lionsblood staggered forward, blood streaming from his back. He was dead -- his body just hadn't figured it out yet.
Jayla looked for the fourth foe but didn't see him immediately. She backed up slightly and scanned the area. In the darkest corner, she saw a shadow crumple to the floor. A second shadow moved toward her into the dim lighting, his hands outstretched. His features were concealed underneath a black cloak, his hood pulled securely over his head so that his face was deep inside. He wore dark gloves to cover his hands, and dark sleeves hugged his forearms. She could see nothing of him. It was almost as if he were some kind of apparition.
"I'm not a threat." His low, raspy voice carried no warmth to it. Just like the whole of the land, he was cold and calculating. Jayla could tell that from the casual way he'd let the fourth Lionsblood drop to the floor. That, and she had a feeling this man was as dangerous as any Lionsblood.
"The hell you're not." She raised her blood-coated weapon and crouched, ready to spring if necessary.
"Not to you." He didn't seem to be a man of wasted words.
"Where did you come from? Were you their captive?" Lionsblood generally killed quickly and didn't play with their food, but it wasn't unheard of for them to take multiple captives if they were pressed for food.
"I followed you."
That surprised her. She hadn't been aware of anyone following her, and she found it difficult to believe any human could completely slip her notice.
"I doubt that. I may not have the instincts and senses of Lionsblood or vampires, but I've been out here for three days tracking these four. I'm sure I would have noticed a shadow."
"You've followed them for three days, but you spent two days before that at Shiffly's Bar, and got into a heated argument with another human at the Mammoths a week before that some fifty klicks to the north."
Jayla blinked. He could have killed her at any time, and she'd never have known he was around until it was too late. "Why?"
"You needed help." His voice was less raspy now. It seemed to gain strength the more he spoke, as if he hadn't used it in a very long time. Still, he didn't offer much information.
"How would you know what I needed? I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."
"Of that, I have no doubt." He broke in when she would have continued, though her rant had more to do with her being human rather than the more obvious conclusion of her being female. "Not just any human could have taken on four Lionsblood and come out of the encounter alive, let alone been victorious. You are truly an accomplished warrior, human or Lionsblood." He let his hood fall back. "Man or woman."
His dark hair was shaggy and shot through with gray and silver. His eyes were dual emerald and gold, and the longer Jayla looked at him, the more she had trouble deciding if he was human or...
Comprehension and dread filled Jayla. "Lionsblood," she whispered.
She raised her knife and lunged.

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Friday's New Reviews for Changeling Press!

voiceomt2002@gmail.com (Lena Austin) — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 13:48:00 +0000

Congratulations to our authors! Great job!

New Review - DOWN & DIRTY 3: ANTE UP - Moira Rogers

Four Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

Moira Rogers never disappoints! If you like Westerns, weres, or lusty love scenes, Down & Dirty 3: Ante Up is a delicious and sure bet.

http://whippedcream 2.blogspot. com/2009/ 09/down-dirty- 3-ante-up- by-moira- rogers.html

New Review - SWEET OBLIVION: SNARE - Jordan Castillo Price

Four Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews

Michael and Bill are becoming one of my favorite couples.their erotic encounters are incredibly hot, and have enough zing to give an electric eel a run for its money.

http://fallenangelr eviews.com/ 2009/September/ nene-sweetoblivi on2_snare. htm

New Review - DAWG TOWN: HUSTLE - Anne Kane

Four & ½ Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

Ms. Kane provides us with a pool table scene so naughty and steamy that you will want to go back and read it again. I know I did.

http://whippedcream 2.blogspot. com/2009/ 09/title- dawg-town- hustle.html

New Review - LAST CALL EUROPE: SIBERIAN HUSKY - Belinda McBride

Four & ½ Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

Belinda McBride can take the most innocent of actions and turn it into a decadent romp.a sure-to-please story of desire and self-discovery.

http://whippedcream 2.blogspot. com/2009/ 10/last-call- europe-siberian- husky-by. html

New Review - DAWG TOWN: HOMECOMING - Selena Illyria

Four & ½ Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

This story will tug at your heartstrings one moment and leave you sexually charged the next.fuels your desire for more.

http://whippedcream 2.blogspot. com/2009/ 09/dawg-town- homecoming- by-selena- illyria.html

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The Serpent's Lair by Kaye Sykes

voiceomt2002@gmail.com (Lena Austin) — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 05:47:00 +0000

The Serpent's Lair
by Kaye Sykes

Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-311-8
Genre(s): Paranormal, The Fetish Club, BDSM
Theme(s): Shapeshifters
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

The daughter of an eccentric horticulturist, Ivy is devoted to plant science, but craves an intimacy that embarrasses and excites her. When her father is caught trespassing on Marcus Faraday's estate, Ivy has no choice but to offer herself in exchange for her father's freedom.

Marcus makes her darkest desire come true with his whips and chains, but he harbors a secret that might cost them both their lives. Can they learn to trust each other before it's too late?

Excerpt:

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One of her captors threw her over his shoulder while the other sped ahead, the light from her lantern casting a wild light with his hurried pace. She watched her trek around the house in reverse and from an ignoble upside-down position. Her discomfort played second role to her awe at the ease with which the man bore her. She wasn't thistledown, but felt no strain in the man's shoulders from her weight. She grabbed at his waist when he mounted the steps and entered the front door.
The man pushed aside the door to a library. Even from her compromised vantage, Ivy could tell at a glance the room's purpose. Bookcases towered along the walls surrounded a huge hearth. She expected to be thrown on the rug, but her bearer set her on the floor with a gentleness belied by the stern expression on his face. Once her balance was assured, he stepped to the side, his hands behind his back.
"Ivy, dear girl." Her father gazed at her, hope and shame in stark conflict on his face. She went to him relieved, hands outstretched that her search was at its end.
"Forgive me for interrupting what has all the makings of a charming family reunion." Ivy didn't let go of her father's hand as she turned in the direction of the voice.
A figure emerged from the shadows created by the brilliant firelight. He rested his tall form against the desk. His brown eyes reflected a dark irony and his face and hands bore the tint of many days in the fierce sun. Dark brown hair brushed his shoulders, too long for fashion but not unappealing in its length. His shoulders and arms filled out his simple white shirt, and for all the ease of his posture, he had about him a coiled energy.
Her father stepped in front of her. "Leave her be, Faraday. She came here for me and has nothing to do with this."
The master of the house smiled. Ivy had seen warmer countenances on statues. He crossed his arms over his chest. "You have no say. What am I to think but she is here for the same reason? Should I expect a steady parade of your offspring come to rob my house at ungodly hours of the night?"
She didn't want to suffer any more slights. "A poor attempt at humor, sir. I beg pardon for intruding on your quietude, but now that I have found my father, we will take your leave and intrude no longer. Good night."
They made it as far as the door before Mr. Faraday's sardonic voice stopped them. "What about the attempted theft?"
She started to protest when she noticed the guilt on her father's face.
"My man here found your father in my greenhouse with the intent of making off with a prized orchid."
Despite misgivings and her own shame, Ivy whirled on the man. "Your accusation must be unfounded. My father came here with every intention of a trade."
Faraday's white teeth gleamed in contrast to the dark red of his lips and the tan of his face. "I've no doubt his initial intent was an even exchange. But I fear my refusal drove him to desperate lengths. I cannot recall. Are thieves still hanged in this part of the country?"

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Wednesday's New Reviews for Changeling Press!

voiceomt2002@gmail.com (Lena Austin) — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 13:51:00 +0000

Hooray and Congratulations!!

(Patting myself on the head, too.)

New Review - LIONSBLOOD - Marteeka Karland

Four Hearts from The Romance Studio

Marteeka Karland gives us a taste of her wit and humor with this futuristic story of the Lionsblood.

http://theromancest udio.com/ reviews/reviews/ lionsbloodkarlan d.htm

New Review - LAST CALL EUROPE: SIBERIAN HUSKY - Belinda McBride

Four & ½ Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

Belinda McBride can take the most innocent of actions and turn it into a decadent romp. Full of laughs and sighs of pleasure, it is a sure-to-please story of desire and self-discovery.

http://whippedcream 2.blogspot. com/2009/ 10/last-call- europe-siberian- husky-by. html

New Review - CHANNELING MORPHEUS: VERTIGO - Jordan Castillo Price

Five Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews

Ms. Price has a way of pulling you into the story to experience the sight, sounds, and smells of the surroundings. I'm looking forward to seeing what happens next.

http://fallenangelr eviews.com/ 2009/September/ nene-channelingm orpheus_vertigo. htm

New Review - PACKING HEAT (Collection) - Hannah Beckham

Five Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies

I would recommend this author and this series to anyone who enjoys a good paranormal romp.Great job!

http://romancejunki esreviews. com/artman/ publish/paranorm al/Send_em_ Packing..shtml

New Review - UNICORN VALLEY (Collection) - Lena Austin

Five Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies

Excellent work! The characters were well done, and the interaction between them was very steamy.

http://romancejunki esreviews. com/artman/ publish/paranorm al/Unicorn_ Valley.shtml

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Monday's New Reviews for Changeling Press

voiceomt2002@gmail.com (Lena Austin) — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 10:18:00 +0000

Congratulations to our authors!!

New Review - LAST CALL EUROPE: CHOCOLATE SHOCK - Selena Illyria

Four Nymphs from Literary Nymphs

An unusual, sexually charged love story that I found to be very hot. Readers who love a good paranormal love story will not be disappointed.

http://literarynymp hsreviewsonly. blogspot. com/2009/ 10/last-call- europe-chocolate -shock.html

New Review - PLEASURE HOUSE - Michelle Hasker

Four & ½ Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

The [story] is written so wonderfully I finished without once looking at the clock or taking a break. A must read for BDSM fans.

http://whippedcream 2.blogspot. com/2009/ 10/pleasure- house-by- michelle- hasker.html

New Review - CAVERN DANCER (Collection) - Kate Hill

Five Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

Kate Hill has a talent for combining romance, sex, and action unlike anyone else. She shows the depth of the passion these people feel for one another.

http://whippedcream 2.blogspot. com/2009/ 08/cavern- dancer-by- kate-hill. html

New Review - SCREEN SHOTS: SMOLDER - Willa Okati

Four Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

Be sure to pick this up and follow this incredibly delicious group of men. I look forward to the next installment.

http://whippedcream 2.blogspot. com/2009/ 08/screen- shots-smolder- by-willa- okati.html

New Review - SEX AND CHOCOLATE: SEDUCING DESTINY - Anne Kane

Four Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

The sex is hot, the plot offers unexpected twists and turns, and you'll be entertained from beginning to end.

http://whippedcream 2.blogspot. com/2009/ 10/seducing- destiny-by- anne-kane. html

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Bonds of the Maleri' Collection by Kate Steele

voiceomt2002@gmail.com (Lena Austin) — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 05:29:00 +0000

Bonds of the Maleri' (Collection)
by Kate Steele

Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-340-8
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Ménage, Gay and Lesbian
Length: Collection

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1250

Blurb:

On the faraway planet of Belthola exists a group of extraordinary men, the Maleri'. Born with empathic powers, they devote themselves to the service of their planet as mediators, diplomats, doctors, lawmen and scholars. Where help is needed by any planet or people, they generously provide it.
But even those with powers have their weaknesses. For the Maleri', the use of their gift can eventually cause madness, even death. The one thing that can prevent such an ill fated end is the taking of a mate. Male. One with whom they can join -- mind, body and soul.

Publisher's note: This collection contains the previously released titles in the Bonds of the Maleri' series: Mate Hunt, Double or Nothing, Between Love and Law, Ride 'Em Cowboy, and Redemption. This collection is also available in print!

Excerpt:

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

"Col, can you hear me?"
Coltas Oldarie stirred at the sound of his name and opened his eyes. He lay still for a moment, then commented in a resigned voice, "It happened again."
"Yes."
His gaze wandered the room, a utilitarian yet pleasant place, equipped with a bed and a small table with two chairs. Behind an automatic sliding door, which was triggered by proximity sensors, was a small open closet space and another sliding door that led to the bathroom. It was a typical room in the Contaral Healing Complex, the kind he was well familiar with as this was where he worked.
Col let his gaze connect with his friend's. His green eyes flared for a brief moment and Geral's gray eyes echoed that fleeting flash. Geral smiled. "It's past time, Col. You have to seek your mate before you can continue your work. Your mind has absorbed all it can. Unless you want to end up a permanent patient, instead of blacking out a time or two, you need the relief only your true mate can provide."
"I know, it's just that..." Col swallowed, unable to finish his thought.
Geral caressed Col's face, brushing a lock of sable hair from his forehead while his eyes filled with understanding. "You know Sam and I would keep you as our third forever if we could. We both love you, but we all know that's not possible. You must seek your mate and Sam and I will bring another of our brothers into our home until such time as he, too, is ready to leave." Geral grinned and winked. "Besides, it would be selfish to deny you the opportunity to discover for yourself the joys of being mated."
Col grinned in return. "You mean the nagging, chiding and scolding?"
"Hey! I resent that," said the man entering the room. He frowned, his brown eyes filled with ire at the two already present, which brought a laugh from them both.
"I'm only teasing, Sam. We felt your approach and it's just too much fun watching you rise to the bait," Col confessed.
"Hmm, I suppose for someone with so little imagination you have to get your jollies somewhere," Sam replied with a satisfied smile.
"Is that any way to talk to an invalid?"
"Invalid my ass," Sam snorted and approached the bed. His hand cupped Col's cheek and he leaned down, kissing him gently on the lips. Col responded by sliding a hand to the back of Sam's head and holding him while his tongue slid between Sam's parted lips for a leisurely exploration of his mouth.
When released, Sam drew back and gave him a skeptical look. "Yeah right, you're sick," he responded sarcastically. "If you were any healthier, I'd find myself riding that," he accused, pointing to the growing bulge in Col's pants.
"That's actually not a bad idea," Geral said, giving his mate a look filled with heated intent. "I think Col deserves an appropriate send-off." He turned his gaze to his friend. "Col, go lock the door."
Sam's chest began to rise and fall at a more rapid pace as the rate of his breathing increased. "I should have kept my mouth shut," he quipped, even as he returned the growing look of arousal in his mate's eyes.
"Oh no, lover, I want your mouth open," Geral replied, shaking his head.
Col watched their exchange with an anticipatory smile before sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He stood, crossed the room and locked the door. By the time he returned to them, Geral had Sam in his arms, his mouth engaged in a passionate kiss.

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