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Hi, Readers!

How is everyone? You may or may not have seen me move my old books around lately, but I'm still writing new material. In fact, here's what you can expect in August--a new shifter series.

Imagine this...

 

Shapeshifters don't exist. There aren't any myths or legends about them. Police Officer Jayce Garver is changing, and he can't stop it. Before he loses his mind and does something he'll regret, he must seek help. Unfortunately, help comes in the form of Dr. Oliver Evans, and there's only one thing Jayce wants from the doc. The aggression is growing, and the desire won't quit. As a man of action, Jayce sees one course laid out before him--embrace his inner wolf.

Fane Hannigan and Tucker Landis are best friends, and they've been secret lovers since high school. After twelve years of hiding his love for Tucker, Fane is still happy. He doesn't mind if they continue on like they are forever. His music career is going well, and every chance he gets, he spends time with Tucker.

Then everything changes when Tucker tells Fane he wants something more--something that doesn't involve Fane at all. Tucker wants a family, and he can't see having one without being a normal guy with a wife, kids, and a minivan. In the space of a moment, Tucker breaks Fane's heart and leads them both down a destructive path where neither is ever the same again.

Crowe has been raised in captivity all his life. The day arrives when he is free, and he and the small group of enslaved shifters who stayed by his side venture out to find somewhere they can live in peace. Although Crowe is quiet and turns into himself to ward off the pain he has suffered, he still manages to lead the others. They wind up in Huntingdon Downs and stop a war between two factions of bear shifters bent on vengeance. Crowe has a connection to Noll and to Harrison, and both alphas want answers before they decide to kill him.

One gentle shifter, Talal, finds himself attracted to Crowe. Talal feels Crowe's pain and doesn't believe he is the simple-minded man everyone assumes. He wants to protect Crowe, but Talal isn't anywhere near an alpha's status. His power is nothing compared to the others, but he will risk his life to save the man who has only known cruelty.

If Crowe will allow him, Talal will teach Crowe about love and about having a male partner--two things Crowe has never heard of.

Warning: This broken hero has a painful past and emotional problems. The book contains explicit male/male sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers WILL find objectionable.

Noll is determined to bring down Harrison using any means necessary. He miscalculated letting Orion escape, but he won't screw up with Harrison's human friend, Evan. Evan is ripe for Noll's seduction. Noll must first get over the fact that he himself is a virgin when it comes to men.

Confident that he will get his way, Noll plays the abused victim to lure Evan to care for him. His second big mistake comes when he takes Evan home to his compound where no one wants the human there, and they are determined to defy their alpha for his own good.

Warning: This is the "bad guy's" story. The book contains explicit male/male sexual content from a dark-hearted anti-hero, graphic language, and situations that some readers WILL find objectionable.

In a bloody war, Harrison lost his mate, and it nearly destroyed his mind. He abandoned his people to their fate. Not only did he suppress the bear shifter in him, which shouldn’t be possible, he also lives as a straight human and forgot who he is. 

Orion—big, dark, and wounded—has suffered at the hand of the enemy while longing for the day he will find his alpha. He was low in the hierarchy of his sleuth and beaten lower. Used and abused, he has only ever looked at one man. He believes if he can find the alpha, he could force him to return.

Harrison doesn’t want to remember. Orion can’t forget. In some ways, Orion blames his alpha. But he also loves him. Will Orion's touch be enough to bring his alpha back? He must try for the survival of his people.

This is the simple and straight to the point review I got for Kite and Wolf that made my morning:

"Eden, what a freakin awesome book!!!" - J

Sheriff Duncan McGregor is a wolf shifter who is comfortable with his life in small-town Maine. He's never had a problem obeying the chief, his alpha, but when Kite Dowling comes to town, bringing trouble with him, everything changes. Duncan's wolf recognizes Kite as his mate, and Duncan can't bring himself to run the sexy bird shifter out of town like he's ordered to. Duncan welcomes Kite into his bed, but can he afford to let him into his heart, especially when an alpha wolf ex-boyfriend comes calling for Kite?

Sindri Dahl is on the run from his coven. Daylight is coming, and Sindri needs shelter and blood. He thinks he’s found his prey when he comes upon a man in the woods, but Sindri is soon hogtied and carried off over the shoulder of the big man, whose strength rivals Sindri’s own. Now he is at the mercy of not one but three longhorn shifters, and each of the men have his sights set on ravaging the slender vampire.

 
What an unexpected surprise, and I missed it. I was mentioned in a USA Today article back in May 2013. The headline read, "Got wolf? See newer paranormal romances." Pretty cool. Here's the link. Don't know how long it will be in existence, so I did a screenshot. Made me feel special. Thanks, USA Today.

His Love Is Forever
Coming Soon to Amira Press

Roger lost his wife in a freak accident that took her life. With no family and few friends, he thinks he’s facing a life of solitude, especially with the problem he’s hidden from all who know him, an issue he’s only ever shared with his wife. Then his best friend turns up at his door, the man he’d had a falling out with ten years ago when he decided to get married. Jett is the happy go lucky guy Roger’s known since they were both five years old and next door neighbors. While Roger is glad of the support in this hard time, Jett’s appearance brings to light Roger’s struggle and tests him beyond what he feels he can bear.


Excerpt

Roger held onto the chair back, squeezing until his fingers ached and the blood in the tips receded. He dipped his head and shut his eyes. Emotion rolled over him in waves, and he did his best to weather it all. Too much. He hated facing the next few days, even weeks and months without her. The wooden chair creaked as he leaned more of his weight onto it. Focus, Roger. Make decisions. That’s the only way to handle this.

The doorbell rang, followed by a loud snap. He stood there staring down at the destroyed dining chair. They had purchased it together not five years ago to replace the old when his financial situation had improved. Again the ring, and he gritted his teeth.

He left the chair where it lay and headed toward the front door. With luck, he could send whoever it was away and get back to…to what? Feeling sorry for himself? No, there were calls to be made, people to inform. With the endless list scrolling through his head he opened the door, and all thought vanished.

“Hey, buddy, it’s been a long time.”

“Yeah,” Roger croaked and then cleared his throat. “Jett, what are you doing here? How did you know where I live? Why—”

“Whoa.” Jett held up his hands, chuckling, and through his grief, Roger registered a bit of that confusion he had once experienced in his old friend’s presence. Jett strolled past him. “Mind if I come in before we talk?”

Jett eased a jacket off broad shoulders and ran fingers through disordered, dark curls. That was Jett, Roger noted, always sure of himself, easygoing and letting nothing rile him. Roger snapped out of his reverie and shut the door to follow Jett into the living room. Before he sat down, Jett stretched out a hand toward him. Roger froze.

“It’s good to see you again. What’s it been…ten years?”

They both knew it had been ten years since their fight that led to the destruction of a friendship, which had begun when they were boys. Roger took the offered hand and was relieved to feel nothing weird. They shook, and Jett drew him close to pat his back in a half hug. Roger was not so numb as he had hoped. He drew away as quickly as he could without causing Jett to wonder about him.

“Mikey told me,” Jett explained as he took a seat on the couch. “Your address and about Mary Beth. You have my condolences.”

Roger nodded and dropped into one of the armchairs. Their mutual friend had been the first person he’d told. He’d been careful not to ask about Jett in all these years, and blocked any attempts Mikey made to keep him updated. “Thanks, I…” His words died away as he relived the news. “Her car went off the road. She was driving at night, in the pouring rain. I told her a million times not to do it. Her night vision wasn’t good…”

“I’m sorry.”

Roger didn’t know when Jett had moved. All he knew was that Jett’s hand sat on his shoulder, and when he stooped, eyes warm like chocolate were level with his. Jett’s knee bumped his on accident, and Roger stilled, caught between staying where he sat and standing to pace. He looked away from the concern and hardened his jaw. “She was away on business. I had her body transported back here. The funeral is on Friday.”

“Good.”

Jett straightened, and Roger blew out a breath of relief.

“I’ll be here with you all the way through it.”

Roger’s eyes widened. “Here?”

“Yeah, my luggage is in the car. I’m going to bring it in.” He scanned the room with a slight smile, revealing even, white teeth. “Looks like you’ve done all right for yourself. Unless of course you were living off her.”

Roger glared, but Jett winked and laughed. He disappeared out of the room, and a few seconds later the front door opened and closed. Jett intended to stay there in his house? Sure he had the space with five bedrooms, two of the spares furnished for times when Mary Beth had special clients in town. Both of them were only children, and neither of their parents was alive. The realization that no one other than work associates would need to be notified brought home how solitary his life would be from this point on.

“Hey,” Jett shouted, “where do I move my stuff to?”

Not so solitary.

Roger joined Jett in the foyer across from the stairs. “Second door on the left.” Heat suffused his face. “The right.”

He had at first given Jett directions to his own bedroom. Jett studied him and dropped the bag. He approached, and Roger held his stance. Jett always stood too close, ignoring personal space. His nose mere inches away, along with his lips and the rest of his body, the warmth of his breath heated Roger’s own nose because of being four inches taller. He dropped both hands on Roger’s shoulders and squeezed.

“Look, dude, I’m sorry for what happened in the past. I let jealousy and anger mess up our friendship. I regret it.”

“Jealousy?” Roger breathed. The pounding in his ears made it hard to hear.

Jett grinned. “You got her, didn’t you? Somebody who loved you, who devoted her life to you? I won’t say you stole her from me—”

“I did not steal her!”

A bark of laughter erupted from his friend. “Fine.” Jett drew him in without preface. The hug was more than just chests touching. Their full bodies met, including thighs, with Jett’s arms around his, trapping them to his sides, but it didn’t last more than an instant. The next moment, Jett jogged up the steps with a heavy suitcase slung on his shoulder and carrying it with ease.

Roger looked down and swore. Phone calls. That’s what I need to focus on.

Hey Everybody,

My new Halloween story is out at Sugar and Spice Press. Below is the blurb and an excerpt. I hope you love it like I do! This is for my number one fan and for all my readers.

BUY HERE


Jace leaves his boyfriend home and attends a Halloween party, which turns interesting and then deadly. First he meets two big and sexy men dressed like vampires, and then real vampires attack. When one of the undead drains Jace of his life source, he learns the fake vamps are really werewolves, and they were at the party for him. With no other choice, Gair and Stion do what's necessary to save Jace. Now he is one of the monsters he never knew existed, and the two shifters must stick by him until he learns to control his undying hunger. 

Excerpt

“Here alone?”

“Ramie,” Jace exclaimed and hugged his best friend. She’d dressed as a hooker just as she told him she would, and she pulled it off with her slender, curvy figure. He grinned, looking her over. “If I wasn’t gay, I’d eat you alive.”

She rolled her eyes and slapped his hand. “Stop, I look silly with all the cottage cheese on my thighs.” The pink in her cheeks and the lowered lashes spoke volumes about what she thought of the success of her outfit. Several pairs of male eyes settled on the long bare legs. When one man started toward them, Ramie grasped his hand and all but dragged him toward the middle of the room. “Come on. Let’s dance before he asks me.”

“Isn’t that what you’re here for? To get picked up?”

He followed her, and they began shimmying to the pounding beats over colossal speakers around the room. The spacious area stretched for half a city block. Colored lights blinked off and on from the ceiling. Black shimmering fabric hung from the walls, and one had to be careful not to slip and break one’s neck on the recently buffed floor. Tables lined one corner, ladened with two large punch bowls and various food stuffs like chips, pretzels, and dips. Jace had never been to the club, but Ramie had heard of it from a friend and wanted to check it out. He’d agreed, not caring where he partied so long as he did.

“Where’s Hale?” Ramie shouted over the music.

“Home. He wasn’t feeling well and told me to have a good time.”

Why the heck did he find it necessary to lie? Ramie must have figured out by now that all the excuses he made for Hale were just that—excuses. She never pressed him, though, and that’s what he liked about her. He could just enjoy himself around her.

Jace scanned the crowd. Most of the people were like him, wearing costumes that didn’t require much thought, like superheroes or faeries. They were the pieces one could grab off a rack or order online. Some had gone all out and designed their own pieces. He was especially impressed with the man dressed as a sushi roll. At least four vampires gyrated on the floor, and Jace heaved a sigh when he spotted two more coming through the entrance.

One set of golden eyes and one set of the palest silver locked with his as if they had expected to find him there. Jace missed a step in his fancy moves, forced to acknowledge that these two vampires were miles above any others in the room. Not that their costumes were better. They were cheap and cheesy with little more than dark clothing and a cape. The fangs could be picked up for under a dollar at a novelty shop.

What stood out to him was the way the men shifted in their clothing as if they weren’t comfortable—big wide shoulders that could make a linebacker cry with envy. The set mouths, strong jawlines, even their height was quite a few inches above his. He guessed about six foot five. Talk about imposing figures, these guys caused the crowd to part as they advanced…toward him.

Jace’s mouth went dry, and he swallowed multiple times, but it did nothing to help. He was between attraction and fear. Men as big as them didn’t normally appeal to him since he enjoyed being the bigger man, the one in full control.

“Oh, yummy, so hot,” Ramie murmured in his ear. Jace ignored her. He couldn’t bring himself to look away from the two men.

They stopped in front of him, and one—Jace tried distinguishing him from the other and noted the blond hair, a perfect match for his golden eyes—held his hand out. “Dance?”

Jace shifted his gaze to the other man with dark hair cut super close to his head. The look was almost military in its precision, and the stiffness in his demeanor didn’t lessen the impact. Jace admitted, if only to himself, that he was intimidated. Did this guy even dance?

“Uh, sure, why not,” he said. The second the words left his lips, the men moved in, one in front, the other behind. Large hands settled on his waist, another set at his shoulders. Jace’s heart hammered as he searched for Ramie, but she’d been snatched up by the very man she had used him to avoid. Guilt washed over him for abandoning her, but if anyone could take care of themselves it was Ramie. She’d defended him more than once.

“Hey, look at me.” The blond tilted Jace’s chin up, but his tone wasn’t one of command or anger. He smiled, and Jace found himself drawn in. “What’s your name?”

“Jace.” He’d said the word too low to be heard over the music and opened his mouth to repeat it, but the man behind him leaned in closer and pressed his lips to Jace’s ear. A shiver raced down Jace’s back, and the room in the front of his pants vanished.

“Jace, my name is Stion. His name is Gair.”

The blond nodded, and Jace marveled at their hearing. “Are you guys brothers?”

Gair laughed and shook his head. “No.”

“So you’re—” His voice cracked when Gair moved in close, again capturing his chin, and he moved his lips along Jace’s jawline. Jace sucked in a breath and put his hands up to the massive chest. He’d intended to push, but somehow lost the ability on contact.