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The Magic of Love

[Siren Publishing Menage Amour: Erotic Romance, Menage a Trois/Quatre, Suspense, Fantasy, MFM, HEA]

Elvinia Caladh hates being a princess and wants out from her controlling brother's shadow. She wants to travel to other kingdoms and have an adventure.

Camran Mag Aoidh has wanted Elvinia since the first time he saw her. He knows she doesn’t want to get married but he’s determined to make her his. When another suiter comes along, Camran must convince them both that a menage marriage is the only option to give them all what they desire.

Odhran Stiobhard goes to the kingdom of Marak to negotiate trade agreements with the king. He is stunned when a small violet eyed woman runs out in front of his horse. He decides to court her and is shocked to discover that she is a princess. When Camran suggests they both marry her, he doesn’t know if sharing is something he can do.

Elvinia finds herself out of her depth, Camran and Odhran must come to her rescue before it’s too late.

STORY EXCERPT

Elvinia slowly approached the sleeping dragon lying within.

“Knucker,” she called in a calm and soothing voice. She might trust him, but she didn’t want to startle him either.

“It’s me,” she said. “Wake up. I have bought friends to see you.”

The big green dragon lifted his massive head and huffed out a greeting. She could just make out his large form and red-rimmed eyes in the darkness.

“Would you like to go for a fly?” she asked him.

Knucker huffed out a breath that Elvinia took as a yes when he lifted his great body and started to make his way out of the cave. Elvinia walked out of the cave to avoid getting trampled and looked at the reaction on Camran and Odhran’s faces as Knucker appeared behind her.

He was a magnificent creature that still awed her after all these years. That emotion was mirrored on the men’s faces as they stared at her dragon. Knucker looked down at them with interest in his black red-rimmed eyes.

Elvinia could tell by the posture in her dragon’s body that he was on alert, but didn’t feel threatened. If he did, he would have arched back and shown his teeth, growling and huffing. Luckily, he was just standing behind her with narrowed eyes, half his body remaining in his lair.

“Knucker,” she said, “these are my friends, Camran and Odhran. They have come to meet you. Please be nice to them. They are important to me.”

She wasn’t sure why she felt she needed to tell her dragon that they were important, and she didn’t want Camran and Odhran to get the wrong idea, but she felt it needed to be said, so Knucker knew to at least try and like them. He would ultimately make up his own mind though.

Knucker huffed out a response that she wasn’t sure what it meant. He hadn’t tried to eat them, so that was a positive.

“Nice to meet you, Knucker,” Camran said with a bow.

“Hello, Knucker,” Odhran added. “You are the most amazing creature I have ever laid eyes on. Your mistress wasn’t wrong when she said how special you are.”

“We wanted to go for a fly,” Elvinia said, walking closer and patting him on the neck. “Do we have your permission?”

Knucker lowered his big head to the ground, giving his consent for the three of them to climb onto his large back. Elvinia smiled and patted him again before climbing onto his leg and swinging her leg over his neck. She scooted back along his emerald green scales until she was seated at the base of his neck where it met his body.

“You can come up now,” she told them. “One at a time.”

The men climbed onto the dragon and settled themselves with Odhran in front of her and Camran behind her. Camran wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to his lap. She could feel his hard thighs against her bottom.

“Odhran,” she said. “Use his spikes to hold on.”

Odhran grabbed the large protruding spikes just in front of him. Elvinia did the same and called to Knucker that they were ready to go. Knucker walked forward until his huge body was outside the cave. He stretched out his wings and flapped them once, twice, and they were lifting off the ground and into the air.

Camran’s arms tightened around her waist as they soured higher. She smiled to herself as she felt him stiffen against her back. She knew that flying wasn’t for everyone, but she was honored that he had given it a try. Queen Jessica hated to fly and only went up on Nughogg, Elvinia’s brother’s dragon, when completely necessary.

“This is amazing,” Odhran yelled out as Knucker swooped and twirled through the clouds.

Camran let out an unmanly scream when Knucker dived down towards the lake below. He pulled up just before he hit, and with a sideways turn, he skimmed the water with his claws.

Elvinia let out a giggle at his playfulness. When he lifted into the air again, Elvinia closed her eyes as the cold air rushed past her. She loved being in the air, all her worries left behind. She never felt so free.

Odhran was having a ball too. She could hear his laugh and wished she could see the delight on his face. She felt bad for Camran who was having a terrible time behind her. Knucker wasn’t going easy on him either. He dipped and turned, diving and lifting as they flew at a fast pace.

“That’s enough now,” she called to Knucker. “Time to head back.”

Camran’s sigh of relief was loud in her ear.

Knucker made his way back to the cave with no less enthusiasm, and it wasn’t long before they were on solid ground. Camran climbed off his back with a speed that Elvinia thought was impressive. Odhran and Elvinia followed and walked back to their mounts.

She thanked Knucker for his time and for allowing them to ride him. He huffed in reply and went back into his cave. She turned to Camran who was already on his horse.

“Are you okay?” she asked. He looked a little green to her.

“Fine,” he replied. “I’ll meet you back at the castle.”

Camran took off, leaving them behind, and Elvinia looked at Odhran with concern.

“He’ll be okay,” Odhran told her. “Obviously not his idea of fun.”

“No,” she said. “Let’s go. I want to check on him.”

They mounted their horses and followed Camran back to the castle. Elvinia was worried for him. He didn’t look at all well when he had taken off. She knew that he might not want her to see him that way, but that was too bad.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

“Did you want to be alone with Camran?” he asked, placing his hands on her thighs. “Did you want me to go?”

“No,” she replied. “I want you to stay with us.”

Camran sighed in relief. Their plan was to win her together, and they couldn’t do that if she sent one of them away.

“Good,” Odhran said. “Because I wasn’t going anywhere. We are in this together now.”

“In what?” Elvinia asked, looking confused.

Camran smiled as Odhran snorted.

“We are courting you, Princess,” he replied. “What did you think we were doing?”

“Oh,” she said. “I really don’t think—”

Whatever Elvinia was going to say was cut off as Odhran slammed his mouth down on hers. He kissed her wildly as Camran sat quietly and watched. When Odhran palmed her breast, Elvinia pulled back in shock.

“Too soon?” Odhran asked. “I don’t want to overstep.”

“No,” she replied. “I was just taken by surprise. Please keep going. I want you to touch me as a man does a woman.”

Odhran took her lips once more, and his hands softly caressed her mounds. She moaned and the sound made Camran’s dick hard.

Camran liked that Elvinia was a woman that knew her own mind. He knew that this was wrong and they shouldn’t be touching her intimately until they were wed, but since they planned to marry her anyway, surely it was okay. Elvinia certainly wasn’t pushing Odhran away. She had her arms wrapped around Odhran’s shoulders, clinging to him.

Camran moved in behind her, and leisurely untied the laces on her dress. When they were loose, he slipped the dress off her shoulders, exposing her smooth back to his gaze. Odhran would be able to see her delectable breasts. A sight that Camran couldn’t wait to see for himself.

He kissed his way down her spine until he heard Elvinia’s raspy, breathless voice.

“That feels so good,” she said.

Camran moved back to see her dress pooled around her waist and Odhran playing with her nipples. He pulled and tweaked once while he sucked on the other.

“Lay back,” Camran told her. “If you like that, you’ll love this.”

Elvinia did as he asked, and Camran lifted her skirts and disappeared underneath. Odhran moved over to give Camran room. He spread her thighs wide and wished he could see her little pussy, but it was dark under the thick material of her dress. He caught her musky scent as he moved closer to his prize.

He gently ran his fingers through her hot lips and over her small clit, making her jump beneath his touch.

“Your pussy is wet, baby,” he told her. “You like having your nipples played with?”

“Yes,” she replied, “please do that again.”

Elvinia was a demanding little thing. Camran lowered his head and licked her from the bottom of her pussy to the top. He swirled his tongue over her bud before sucking gently. She cried out and bucked. Camran placed a hand on her hip to keep her still as he worked her to a frenzy with his mouth.

She panted above him, and spread her legs wider. He entered her with one long finger and guided it in and out. He paused when he came across the barrier of her virginity. She was untouched and innocent, which Camran already knew, but this just confirmed it.

He was honored that she would let them be her firsts. It was a gift that he would treasure always, and he wanted to make the experience the best he could for her. He didn’t want her to have regrets later.

He licked and sucked as he added another finger, scissoring them inside her, stretching her barrier to lessen the pain when it came time to break it. His cock grew even harder, desperate to feel her warmth around it.

“Oh wow,” she said. “Um, golly, yes, please more.”

“Shh,” Odhran replied. “Camran will give you what you need. Make her come, Camran.”

Camran wondered if she even knew what she needed. Did she play with herself and bring herself pleasure? Did she know what wonders he could bring?

Camran kept up his ministrations until she was moaning and begging. She writhed under his touch, and her channel clenched on his fingers. He thrust into her once, twice, and flicked her clit with his hard tongue.

Elvinia cried out. She tightened around his digits even more as Camran felt her orgasm claim her. He worked her pussy until she settled, giving her a small kiss on her mons. He crawled out from beneath her skirts and looked up at her.

Her face was flushed and her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing, causing her breasts to bounce. She looked well and truly satisfied, and he smiled arrogantly to himself. He wanted to bring her more pleasure and show her just how good it could be between them.

“More,” she said. “I want more. Please make me yours.”

Camran looked down at her. Did she know what she was asking? Camran wanted to make her his world and give her everything her heart desired, but she had to be ready and know what it meant. 

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[Siren Menage Amour: Erotic Romance, Multiple Partners, Romantic Suspense, Contemporary, Paranormal, Shape-shifter, MFM, HEA]

Aileana Duncan just wants a peaceful life away from her evil brother. When shifters from a rival pack take her hostage, she knows she needs to escape before she can be used as a pawn against her brother.

Wallace Stirling is the alpha of the Stirling pack and CEO of Highland Rescue. Tired of watching his friends and pack members find their mates, he longs for a woman of his own. When she turns out to be the sister of his greatest enemy, Wallace must choose between love and justice.

Dougal McKendrick is the alpha of the McKendrick Pack, and allies with Wallace. He is shocked to discover they share a rightful mate. No one knows how two packs can share an alpha female, but that isn’t there only problem.

With a spy in the ranks and Aileana’s brother bent on revenge, can they make their relationship work? Or is the divide between their packs just too great?

 STORY EXCERPT

“If you behave, I will untie you,” Fraser said to Aileana.

She just glared at him and turned her back. She wasn’t planning on behaving and was going to make sure the Alpha knew just how annoyed she was.

She walked over to the massive fireplace and looked down at the flames, letting their gentle crackle soothe her anger.

“Murry, Fraser, Euan,” a deep voice said from behind her, “welcome back. Who have you brought me?”

Aileana turned to face the alpha and stilled. He was magnificent and her entire body tingled with arousal. His sharp blue eyes stared back at her as she looked him over. He had long dark brown hair, tied back, and was clean shaven. He was tall and solid with muscle that wasn’t very well hidden under the dark grey suit he wore. Aileana thought he looked to be about mid-forties, but he was in great shape.

She couldn’t peel her eyes away from him as he walked closer. She stepped back when he started to growl. Fraser walked in front of her as the growling deepened.

The alpha let out a mighty roar and shoved Fraser aside. Aileana startled in fright and would have fallen back into the fire if the alpha hadn’t grabbed her and dragged her away.

“What the fuck, Wallace?” Murry yelled, rushing forward. “She is an innocent.”

He ripped the alpha away from her and flung him away. That only made the alpha madder, as he sprung back to his feet and charged forward. She wasn’t sure what had set him off, but she knew it had something to do with her.

“Mine,” the alpha yelled. He charged at Murry with a look of rage on his face.

Another man that Aileana hadn’t seen enter the room approached her and pulled her away from the fighting men. He was just as gorgeous as the alpha, with his dark beard and tats covering his arms. He was wearing a pair of black jeans, a black T-shirt, and black army-style boots.

She almost collapsed as need ran through her body and her wolf howled. Her entire body recognized its rightful mate, and Aileana was confused and delighted. She had no idea who this man was, but she knew that he was hers. Fate had chosen her a real hottie, and her wolf agreed.

“Let me untie you, lass,” he said. His voice was deep and rumbled through her body in a delicious way.

He pulled the gag from her mouth and untied her hands.

“Can I have some water please?” she asked, her voice raspy.

She shook out her aching arms and felt pins and needles rush to her hands as the blood came back. It was painful and she let out a little whimper.

The fight came to a sudden halt as Wallace rushed to her side.

“Don’t touch her,” Wallace said, growling. “She is my rightful mate.”

Aileana took a big sniff of Alpha Wallace and froze. He wasn’t joking. Wallace was her rightful mate as well. She knew that wolf shifters often mated in pairs. It meant that if one of them died, there would be someone to watch over the female, but she never expected to find one of her mates, let alone both. She didn’t even know who the other wolf was.

“She is my rightful mate too,” he replied.

“Can that even happen?” Wallace asked.

“Shifters often have two rightful mates,” she replied.

The pain in her arms was starting to ease as she rolled her shoulders and looked at her two stunning mates. Standing next to each other, they were a sight to behold and she was damned impressed with what fate had sent her.

“Yes,” Wallace replied, “but not two alphas from different packs.”

Aileana looked over at her other mate. He was an alpha too? She could understand that. He had the dominant presence of an alpha and looked like he didn’t take any crap from anyone.

“Alpha Dougal McKendrick,” he said, taking her hand and placing a light kiss on it. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“Of course, you fucking are,” she replied, shaking her head in exasperation. “Out of all the alphas in Scotland, I had to be mated to you two.”

Wallace growled while Dougal just arched an eyebrow in her direction.

“Let me introduce our guest,” Euan said, coming stand next to her. “This is Aileana Duncan. Alpha Callum’s sister.”

“We discovered her in England and thought you would like to meet her,” Fraser said, holding his side where Wallace must have caused him some damage in the fight.

“Like hell you did,” she snapped. “You want to use me as bait to draw out my brother. Don’t act like this is some friendly meet and greet.”

Wallace and Dougal both looked at her with blank expressions on their handsome faces. If they thought they were getting some quiet, shy, submissive little mate they were in for a surprise. She said what she thought and didn’t hold anything back.

“She has a potty mouth,” Murry said. “It’s why we had to gag her. She could make a sailor blush.”

“And you tied her up because?” Wallace asked.

“They expected me to come quietly,” she replied. “It wasn’t going to fucken happen. I’m no one’s captive.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

“I need one of you inside me,” she told them. “Please.”

“Are you sure?” Wallace asked. “Once we do this, there is no going back. I won’t be able to hold back from giving you my mating bite, but you need to be ready to accept this mating.”

“I’m ready,” she told them. “One hundred percent.”

Aileana wasn’t afraid of completing their bond and accepting her mates’ marks. She fully intended to leave them with one of her own. She was sick of being lonely and ready to have full life with pups and everything else that went with being a mate.

Aileana felt like her life had been on hold since she had fled from her brother. She had liked her quiet existence, but she wanted more. Fate had sent her that chance with her mates, and she wasn’t about to let it pass.

“Okay,” Wallace replied, before looking down at Dougal. “Show her how good mating sex can be, Dougal.”

“My pleasure,” Dougal said.

Wallace moved off the bed, and Dougal stood. She watched as they stripped out of their clothes. They were stunning men.

She had gotten a look at Dougal naked when they had taken a shower, and her eyes hadn’t deceived her. He was sexy and masculine, and she loved the spattering of hair that covered his chest and led down to his massive cock. She wanted to run her fingers through it.

Wallace was no less impressive with his slightly darker skin tone. She knew it was natural and not sun tan, as Scotland was mostly cold and wet, making tanning not that easy. He was slightly larger than Dougal with his large chest bare of hair, and his six-pack well defined. He had close-cropped hair around his equally big dick. His heavy balls lay between his legs, and his stalk was hard with a red mushroom-shaped head.

Aileana’s mouth watered as he palmed his cock and stroked it gently up and down.

“Let me do that,” Aileana said, moving to get off the bed.

“Okay,” he replied, “roll onto your hands and knees.”

Wallace climbed onto the bed and moved up to lean against the pillows. He gripped his stalk and waved it at her with raised eyebrows and a smirk on his face. Aileana intended to wipe that smug look from his handsome face. She rolled over and crept up the covers and between his spread thighs.

She took his length into her hand and licked the wetness from the tip. He tasted salty and musky, but Aileana wasn’t repulsed. She liked his unique flavor and repeated her actions.

He groaned when she lowered her mouth over him and took him to the back of her throat. She couldn’t take all of him and used her hand in time with her mouth as she sucked and licked.

“Your mouth is incredible,” he said. “Hurry up, Dougal. I won’t be able to last for very long.”

She felt the bed dip behind her and then Dougal’s warm hands on her hips.

“Ready, lass?” he asked, her with a small tap on her ass check.

Her pussy clenched with arousal at his little smack, and she wondered what a real spanking would feel like. Would she like it? It was something they could explore later.

“Yes,” she replied, lifting her head from Wallace’s cock. “I’m more than ready.”

Aileana went back to her ministrations. She felt Dougal line his cock up with her opening, and then he was slowly pushing inside her. His heat filled her and stretched her muscles around his thick girth. He paused when he was fully inside her, and she wiggled her hips to try and get him to move.

She pleasured Wallace with her mouth, as Dougal took her pussy from behind. It was a situation she hadn’t even dreamed of, but the pleasure they gave her was intense. The faster Dougal moved, the faster and harder she sucked, working Wallace in her mouth.

Dougal’s cock filled her to bursting, ramming inside her and touching places she didn’t even know existed.

“Fuck, Aileana,” Dougal said. “Your cunt is so hot and tight. I have died and gone to heaven.”

Dougal grabbed her hips in his large hands and slammed inside her. She loved how rough and hard he was fucking her. He wasn’t holding back, and she drove her hips back to slap against his pelvis.

Aileana’s grip tightened on Wallace’s cock. She lifted and lowered her mouth, swallowing his length as worked him. She wanted him to come, and she was determined to give him all the pleasure she could.

“Come, lass,” Dougal told her. “I’m close.”

Dougal leaned his body along hers. He reached down and rubbed his finger over her sensitive clit. When she couldn’t take the sweet torture any longer, she cried out as her body crashed into ecstasy.

Dougal’s cock felt impressively large as her muscles clamped down. He thrust inside her once, twice, and bit into her neck, giving her his mating bite and filling her with his seed. The pleasure and pain was enough to send her into another orgasm, and she lifted her head from Wallace to scream out.

Dougal slumped onto her back as they panted and tried to catch their breath. Aileana’s neck felt slightly tender, but she didn’t mind. What she had just experienced had been out of this world, and she knew that it wasn’t finished. Her wolf was happy with the result, but still wanted her other mate and wouldn’t settle until she had completed the bond with Wallace as well.

Dougal rolled to her side and sprawled on the bed. She smiled at his contented look. Aileana looked up at Wallace. He waggled his finger at her, curling it in a come-here gesture.

“My turn, baby,” he said. “Come up here and ride me.”

“With pleasure,” she said, crawling up his big body.

Blurb:Trouble is brewing on Hades. Strome has a reputation for cruelty and when he tries to force a pair of innocent young people into mating with him, winged Meredith goes to rescue them. Little does he expect his life to change forever. He meets and rescues the mates he's been searching for all his adult life. Safely back on Prosper, he sets out to win their love and make them forget their ill treatment at the hands of Strome. However, a misunderstanding brings danger to his mates from an unexpected quarter. Will Meredith succeed in thwarting the plans of a wicked woman determined to get her way? Will he rescue his mates from a future of slavery, and can he convince them of his true feelings toward them?


Background to the story  After I���d written Angel in Hell, based on an image sent to me by a reader, another reader sent me this image of a bronze winged being and inspired Meredith���s story. He was a significant minor character in the first book, and I felt he deserved his own story.


           
 STORY EXCERPT There was a sharp knock on the door. Meredith happened to be crossing the hallway, so he decided to answer the door himself. As he drew nearer to it, he heard voices he recognised. ���Why have you dragged me here?��� Oronsay asked.���I told you why. We need his help,��� Colonsay replied in a petulant voice. ���He won���t want to go there. I told you that already.������He must. We need him to do this. There���s no one else who is so perfect.���Meredith listened indulgently for a while, and then he opened the door. He suffered a pang as his gaze fell on Oronsay, such a beautiful young man. There was a greater confidence in his air now, but he was still under Colonsay���s thumb. She positively glowed, and as his gaze flowed over her, he noticed the softly rounded belly and all was explained. These babies would be Oronsay���s, so no wonder he was so protective. ���Well. What are you two doing here? Do come inside,��� Meredith suggested.���Thank you,��� Oronsay replied as he gave his arm to his mate to help her into the house. Meredith smiled. He ushered them into the main room and sent the servant, who was hovering in the hall to collect refreshment. Until he returned, they chatted about indifferent topics. Meredith sensed that, in spite of custom, Colonsay wouldn���t be able to keep the real reason for her visit until they had taken wine, or fruit juice and cakes. He was correct. No sooner had the servant deposited the tray on the small table and departed, than she turned her small face to him.���Lord Meredith, I���ve come to ask you for a favour.������What can I do for you, my dear?������My cousins are in trouble, on Hades,��� she said. ���I see. What exactly is it that you need me to do?��� A loud knock fell upon the door. The servant went to open it. It was on Meredith���s lips to tell him to say his master wasn���t available, when he recognised the voice. Arielle came into the room and looked ruefully at his mates.���What are you doing here, Colonsay? Why are you allowing her to bother Meredith, Oronsay?��� In the five years since he���d formed his triad and taken his inheritance as the rightful ruler of Prosper, he���d grown in maturity and assurance. The settled life suited him. He was very protective of his mates, and justifiably proud of his achievements. ���What is it, my dear? Why can���t I help?��� Arielle asked.���Because you have formed your triad, and you are so well-known on Hades. This has to be a man who has yet to do that,��� Colonsay said in a soft voice, holding out her hand to her lord, who took it, turned it, and placed several kisses upon her wrist. ���You���d better explain it all to me, to us,��� Arielle suggested. ���First you must be seated and take some wine, while you do that Colonsay can explain,��� Meredith said.���My cousins are in trouble on Hades,��� Colonsay repeated for Arielle���s benefit.���How do you know that? Have you received word recently?��� Meredith asked.���No. They can���t send word, but I know.������She���s talking about the rapport between females. She can���t read minds, or any such thing, but she can sense when one of her close female relatives is in distress,��� Oronsay explained. ���Ah, I see, but why can���t you ask Arielle? Surely as your mate he���s the one who should do this?��� Meredith asked.���Arielle has formed his triad, and so he can���t be the one to go and rescue them,��� Colonsay explained.By this time Arielle had taken his wine, but declined the proffered cakes. ���Vatersay has just come of age. Her mate, Berneray, has been of age for two years and living in her family for three. They will both be well trained by now, and, as they are both of age, there is pressure on them to marry. I don���t know the details, but I do know she���s in danger. She���s distressed, and we must do something.��� Colonsay stood up and started to pace about the room. Her delicate wings fluttered reflecting her agitation. Oronsay and Arielle rose and the latter took them both in his arms, bent his head, and folded his wings about them.Meredith felt distinctly de trop. The private moment didn���t last long, but when Arielle released his mates, they both looked much more at ease. Meredith envied them this closeness and support. He���d been thinking about forming his own triad, but he had no candidates in mind, so he was open to the suggestion of going to Hades to seek them. After all, Arielle had returned from his adventure there with two mates who made him very happy. What do I have to lose?���You are forgetting Kaleen and his mate, Sheeva. It���s true that since he was exiled to Hades, there���s been a lot more contact with that island. I wouldn���t like to fall foul of him. I have too much to lose now,��� Arielle said. When he saw how agitated Colonsay became, he continued, ���but if you think it���s the only way, then go I will, my pet.������I can go alone,��� Meredith offered.���No, it has to do with my mate���s family, so I will go with you. Besides, I���ve been there and I know a little about the customs. Oronsay, you will remain here and guard Colonsay.������No! I have to go. Vatersay won���t know either of you. Your size alone will scare her. I must go to reassure her. You don���t know our customs well enough either, so you need someone to advise you. Oronsay can stay here and take care of all those things you do when I���m not allowed to go with you. If I���m not around for him to worry about, he will be better able to concentrate on that.���Arielle smiled. ���In your condition������ he began.���Do not go down that road, my Lord. I���m very well, and a sea voyage would do me the world of good, according to the healers,��� she countered.
�� Clair de Lune, Siren publishing, 2016


ADULT EXCERPT

Meredith held his breath. He���d needed to offer them a way out, but he really hoped they wouldn���t take it. He watched as Vatersay nodded to Berneray, and then Berneray stood up and came over to him. Vatersay took a little longer, but she followed Berneray���s example. Meredith stood and held out his arms. They wrapped theirs around him, and Meredith folded his great wings around himself and his family. He breathed in the fragrance of the herbs in the soap they���d used to bathe. They were aromatic and pleasing to the senses, but mingled with the special scent that was theirs and theirs alone, the effect was heady, and a little overwhelming. He felt the need to protect them, but also a growing desire. ���Come and sit with me,��� Meredith suggested. He sat on the sofa, and they placed themselves on either side of him. He placed an arm around each and was delighted that they responded at once, leaning into him and snuggling into his embrace. Vatersay freed herself and knelt on the sofa. She took his face between her small hands and gazed into his eyes. Meredith looked back at her, warmth and desire in his eyes. She caught her breath, and then she leaned in and kissed him tentatively.He longed to seize her in his arms and crush her to him as he possessed her mouth, but he restrained himself, with difficulty. He clasped her gently in one arm. She ran her small tongue along the seam of his lips and he opened for her, inviting her in. She flicked her tongue over his, and then she dipped into his mouth. As he stroked her tongue with his, she moaned and grasped his hair in her small fists. She pulled him closer to her. He accepted the invitation and plundered her mouth. He kissed her long and deeply, until she was panting and heated. He released her and turned to Berneray who knelt on the sofa and offered his mouth to his lord. Vatersay snuggled close and licked and nipped Meredith���s chest and neck as Meredith took possession of Berneray���s mouth. The scent of the soap that they���d used was different on Berneray. The musk of his arousal, and his hard cock pressing into Meredith as they kissed, enflamed them both. Meredith���s dick began to grow uncomfortably hard.He felt Vatersay slip out of his embrace and off the sofa. Her hands relieved him of his loincloth. She took his cock in one hand and ran her tongue over the engorged head, dipping into his slit with increasing pressure as her other hand caressed his balls. His dick throbbed with a life of its own. She licked and nibbled at the pulsing vein on the side of his cock. At the same time, she kneaded and rolled his balls in his sac. She seemed to know exactly when pressure became pain and avoided causing him discomfort. Berneray���s arms were around Meredith���s neck and he kissed his lord long and passionately. He rubbed his chest against Meredith���s and his hands stroked down his neck to find his nipples. Meredith groaned as Berneray rolled and plucked at the buds. As Berneray kissed licked and nibbled his way to where his hands played, Vatersay swirled her tongue around the head of Meredith���s dick, paying particular attention to the sensitive underside. Berneray took one of Meredith���s nipples into his mouth, pinching and flicking the other. Vatersay sucked his cock deeply into her mouth, using her tongue to caress him, and then she sucked in her cheeks, taking him deeper and driving him inexorably to the edge. His hips began to move and she stilled, allowing him to fuck her mouth. The pressure began to build, and he thrust deep in and out of her mouth until he came. His hot seed shot into the back of her throat and she swallowed obligingly. When he was done, she licked him clean, allowing his softening dick to slip from between her lips. Meredith lay back on the sofa, sated and almost humming in contentment. When he had recovered sufficiently, he enfolded them in his arms and wrapped his wings about them, enclosing them in a private world of their own, again. The feeling of joy that possessed him, as well as the urge to defend these two against any possible hurt or danger, surprised him by its intensity. He could have remained there forever, but his mates needed him. He released them, and led them to the large bed. He folded his wings and lay down on his back. He held out his arms and was delighted at the speed with which they both cuddled into his embrace. He sighed contentedly, and then he turned to kiss Berneray again.The man���s mouth, with its plump lips was just as delightful to taste as Meredith had imagined. He couldn���t get enough of him. Meredith surged into the kiss, dominating his man as Berneray lay back to receive him, caressing Meredith���s arms and chest. Meredith loved the feel of Berneray���s hands on him. He responded by gathering him into his arms. He lifted him off the bed, so that Berneray���s more delicate wings didn���t have to bear the weight of both their bodies. Berneray sucked on Meredith���s tongue, and then he used to tip of his own to tease and incite. He moaned in pleasure when Meredith responded. His cock was hot and hard against Meredith���s belly. Meredith withdrew his tongue and Berneray followed, plunging into his lord���s mouth and seizing the tip of his tongue in his teeth, flicking his own tongue back and forth over the captive tip. Vatersay hopped off the bed and Meredith heard her pad round the bed and get onto the bed behind Berneray. She nestled into his back, and her small hands stroked Meredith���s arms. Her lips and tongue followed as she nipped and licked her way to his hands. She sucked one thumb into her mouth, alternating between licking, sucking, and nipping. Meredith grew hard once more as he remembered that hot little mouth on his cock. He broke off the kiss and lay back panting. Vatersay looked at him, smiled, and then she climbed over Berneray and lay on Meredith���s chest. She framed his face with her hands as their gazes locked, and then she kissed him soundly. He wanted to fuck them both so badly and right now. As he kissed Vatersay long and passionately, his cock swelled until it seemed to have a mind of its own. He released Vatersay���s mouth, as he lifted her off his chest, to position her on her hands and knees on the bed.�� Clair de Lune, Siren publishing, 2016

 5 questions for the author: 1.      Why is the series called Angel in Hell?I mentioned the picture that a reader sent to me.  When I began to think of the story I came up with the idea of a whole new world. Two races of winged beings live on two islands. I chose the names of Hades and Prospero. They are opposites and where Hades has barbarous customs, Prospero is enlightened. After naming one island Hades, there was only one possible title for the book.
  2.       Are there going to be any more in this series? I can���t imagine there will be another, but I only expected to write one, so I���d better not say there never will be one. 3.      What else is there in the pipeline?I have a short story in an anthology to be published by VINVATAR in the New Year. It���s a re-issue of Life on the Edge with a brilliant new cover. 4.      What of Prometheus in Chains? I am writing the next book in the series. As so many of the Doms seems to have entered stable relationships it���s time to introduce a few new single Doms and a couple of subs. That should make life interesting in the club.5.      What of Flora McGregor? I am writing a second wolf shifter, this time it will start out as MM, but it���s a m��nage. Which one will be first? Well that very much depends on the characters.
Author bio:             I live in Dumfries and Galloway in Southern Scotland, although I was born in South Yorkshire. I spent many happy years teaching, and when I retired, I became bored with just the domestic routine.My youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own, and I wrote Initiation, book one in the Prometheus in Chains series. Since then, writing has become an important part of my life. It���s been like a roller-coaster ride, and a very pleasurable one at that. When I sent off my first book to Siren, I had no idea what I was setting in motion. I joined Facebook, something I never dreamed I���d do, but I have made many good friends on there, some readers and some fellow authors. Writing has certainly changed my life.I am very grateful for all the help and advice I have received from everyone at Siren, especially my editor, and Christine for so many beautiful covers. A special mention goes to Sage Marlowe for his encouragement and for beta reading my books. I thank Master "K" for his encouragement over the Kinbaku scenes. I am grateful to Lyn L. for beta reading this book. I am also indebted to my many readers and friends on Facebook, for their unfailing support and affection.I would love to hear from you, and I always answer e-mails or contacts on Facebook.
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Blurb:Trouble is brewing on Hades. Strome has a reputation for cruelty and when he tries to force a pair of innocent young people into mating with him, winged Meredith goes to rescue them. Little does he expect his life to change forever. He meets and rescues the mates he's been searching for all his adult life. Safely back on Prosper, he sets out to win their love and make them forget their ill treatment at the hands of Strome. However, a misunderstanding brings danger to his mates from an unexpected quarter. Will Meredith succeed in thwarting the plans of a wicked woman determined to get her way? Will he rescue his mates from a future of slavery, and can he convince them of his true feelings toward them?


Background to the story  After I’d written Angel in Hell, based on an image sent to me by a reader, another reader sent me this image of a bronze winged being and inspired Meredith’s story. He was a significant minor character in the first book, and I felt he deserved his own story.


           
 STORY EXCERPT There was a sharp knock on the door. Meredith happened to be crossing the hallway, so he decided to answer the door himself. As he drew nearer to it, he heard voices he recognised. “Why have you dragged me here?” Oronsay asked.“I told you why. We need his help,” Colonsay replied in a petulant voice. “He won’t want to go there. I told you that already.”“He must. We need him to do this. There’s no one else who is so perfect.”Meredith listened indulgently for a while, and then he opened the door. He suffered a pang as his gaze fell on Oronsay, such a beautiful young man. There was a greater confidence in his air now, but he was still under Colonsay’s thumb. She positively glowed, and as his gaze flowed over her, he noticed the softly rounded belly and all was explained. These babies would be Oronsay’s, so no wonder he was so protective. “Well. What are you two doing here? Do come inside,” Meredith suggested.“Thank you,” Oronsay replied as he gave his arm to his mate to help her into the house. Meredith smiled. He ushered them into the main room and sent the servant, who was hovering in the hall to collect refreshment. Until he returned, they chatted about indifferent topics. Meredith sensed that, in spite of custom, Colonsay wouldn’t be able to keep the real reason for her visit until they had taken wine, or fruit juice and cakes. He was correct. No sooner had the servant deposited the tray on the small table and departed, than she turned her small face to him.“Lord Meredith, I’ve come to ask you for a favour.”“What can I do for you, my dear?”“My cousins are in trouble, on Hades,” she said. “I see. What exactly is it that you need me to do?” A loud knock fell upon the door. The servant went to open it. It was on Meredith’s lips to tell him to say his master wasn’t available, when he recognised the voice. Arielle came into the room and looked ruefully at his mates.“What are you doing here, Colonsay? Why are you allowing her to bother Meredith, Oronsay?” In the five years since he’d formed his triad and taken his inheritance as the rightful ruler of Prosper, he’d grown in maturity and assurance. The settled life suited him. He was very protective of his mates, and justifiably proud of his achievements. “What is it, my dear? Why can’t I help?” Arielle asked.“Because you have formed your triad, and you are so well-known on Hades. This has to be a man who has yet to do that,” Colonsay said in a soft voice, holding out her hand to her lord, who took it, turned it, and placed several kisses upon her wrist. “You’d better explain it all to me, to us,” Arielle suggested. “First you must be seated and take some wine, while you do that Colonsay can explain,” Meredith said.“My cousins are in trouble on Hades,” Colonsay repeated for Arielle’s benefit.“How do you know that? Have you received word recently?” Meredith asked.“No. They can’t send word, but I know.”“She’s talking about the rapport between females. She can’t read minds, or any such thing, but she can sense when one of her close female relatives is in distress,” Oronsay explained. “Ah, I see, but why can’t you ask Arielle? Surely as your mate he’s the one who should do this?” Meredith asked.“Arielle has formed his triad, and so he can’t be the one to go and rescue them,” Colonsay explained.By this time Arielle had taken his wine, but declined the proffered cakes. “Vatersay has just come of age. Her mate, Berneray, has been of age for two years and living in her family for three. They will both be well trained by now, and, as they are both of age, there is pressure on them to marry. I don’t know the details, but I do know she’s in danger. She’s distressed, and we must do something.” Colonsay stood up and started to pace about the room. Her delicate wings fluttered reflecting her agitation. Oronsay and Arielle rose and the latter took them both in his arms, bent his head, and folded his wings about them.Meredith felt distinctly de trop. The private moment didn’t last long, but when Arielle released his mates, they both looked much more at ease. Meredith envied them this closeness and support. He’d been thinking about forming his own triad, but he had no candidates in mind, so he was open to the suggestion of going to Hades to seek them. After all, Arielle had returned from his adventure there with two mates who made him very happy. What do I have to lose?“You are forgetting Kaleen and his mate, Sheeva. It’s true that since he was exiled to Hades, there’s been a lot more contact with that island. I wouldn’t like to fall foul of him. I have too much to lose now,” Arielle said. When he saw how agitated Colonsay became, he continued, “but if you think it’s the only way, then go I will, my pet.”“I can go alone,” Meredith offered.“No, it has to do with my mate’s family, so I will go with you. Besides, I’ve been there and I know a little about the customs. Oronsay, you will remain here and guard Colonsay.”“No! I have to go. Vatersay won’t know either of you. Your size alone will scare her. I must go to reassure her. You don’t know our customs well enough either, so you need someone to advise you. Oronsay can stay here and take care of all those things you do when I’m not allowed to go with you. If I’m not around for him to worry about, he will be better able to concentrate on that.”Arielle smiled. “In your condition…” he began.“Do not go down that road, my Lord. I’m very well, and a sea voyage would do me the world of good, according to the healers,” she countered.
© Clair de Lune, Siren publishing, 2016


ADULT EXCERPT

Meredith held his breath. He’d needed to offer them a way out, but he really hoped they wouldn’t take it. He watched as Vatersay nodded to Berneray, and then Berneray stood up and came over to him. Vatersay took a little longer, but she followed Berneray’s example. Meredith stood and held out his arms. They wrapped theirs around him, and Meredith folded his great wings around himself and his family. He breathed in the fragrance of the herbs in the soap they’d used to bathe. They were aromatic and pleasing to the senses, but mingled with the special scent that was theirs and theirs alone, the effect was heady, and a little overwhelming. He felt the need to protect them, but also a growing desire. “Come and sit with me,” Meredith suggested. He sat on the sofa, and they placed themselves on either side of him. He placed an arm around each and was delighted that they responded at once, leaning into him and snuggling into his embrace. Vatersay freed herself and knelt on the sofa. She took his face between her small hands and gazed into his eyes. Meredith looked back at her, warmth and desire in his eyes. She caught her breath, and then she leaned in and kissed him tentatively.He longed to seize her in his arms and crush her to him as he possessed her mouth, but he restrained himself, with difficulty. He clasped her gently in one arm. She ran her small tongue along the seam of his lips and he opened for her, inviting her in. She flicked her tongue over his, and then she dipped into his mouth. As he stroked her tongue with his, she moaned and grasped his hair in her small fists. She pulled him closer to her. He accepted the invitation and plundered her mouth. He kissed her long and deeply, until she was panting and heated. He released her and turned to Berneray who knelt on the sofa and offered his mouth to his lord. Vatersay snuggled close and licked and nipped Meredith’s chest and neck as Meredith took possession of Berneray’s mouth. The scent of the soap that they’d used was different on Berneray. The musk of his arousal, and his hard cock pressing into Meredith as they kissed, enflamed them both. Meredith’s dick began to grow uncomfortably hard.He felt Vatersay slip out of his embrace and off the sofa. Her hands relieved him of his loincloth. She took his cock in one hand and ran her tongue over the engorged head, dipping into his slit with increasing pressure as her other hand caressed his balls. His dick throbbed with a life of its own. She licked and nibbled at the pulsing vein on the side of his cock. At the same time, she kneaded and rolled his balls in his sac. She seemed to know exactly when pressure became pain and avoided causing him discomfort. Berneray’s arms were around Meredith’s neck and he kissed his lord long and passionately. He rubbed his chest against Meredith’s and his hands stroked down his neck to find his nipples. Meredith groaned as Berneray rolled and plucked at the buds. As Berneray kissed licked and nibbled his way to where his hands played, Vatersay swirled her tongue around the head of Meredith’s dick, paying particular attention to the sensitive underside. Berneray took one of Meredith’s nipples into his mouth, pinching and flicking the other. Vatersay sucked his cock deeply into her mouth, using her tongue to caress him, and then she sucked in her cheeks, taking him deeper and driving him inexorably to the edge. His hips began to move and she stilled, allowing him to fuck her mouth. The pressure began to build, and he thrust deep in and out of her mouth until he came. His hot seed shot into the back of her throat and she swallowed obligingly. When he was done, she licked him clean, allowing his softening dick to slip from between her lips. Meredith lay back on the sofa, sated and almost humming in contentment. When he had recovered sufficiently, he enfolded them in his arms and wrapped his wings about them, enclosing them in a private world of their own, again. The feeling of joy that possessed him, as well as the urge to defend these two against any possible hurt or danger, surprised him by its intensity. He could have remained there forever, but his mates needed him. He released them, and led them to the large bed. He folded his wings and lay down on his back. He held out his arms and was delighted at the speed with which they both cuddled into his embrace. He sighed contentedly, and then he turned to kiss Berneray again.The man’s mouth, with its plump lips was just as delightful to taste as Meredith had imagined. He couldn’t get enough of him. Meredith surged into the kiss, dominating his man as Berneray lay back to receive him, caressing Meredith’s arms and chest. Meredith loved the feel of Berneray’s hands on him. He responded by gathering him into his arms. He lifted him off the bed, so that Berneray’s more delicate wings didn’t have to bear the weight of both their bodies. Berneray sucked on Meredith’s tongue, and then he used to tip of his own to tease and incite. He moaned in pleasure when Meredith responded. His cock was hot and hard against Meredith’s belly. Meredith withdrew his tongue and Berneray followed, plunging into his lord’s mouth and seizing the tip of his tongue in his teeth, flicking his own tongue back and forth over the captive tip. Vatersay hopped off the bed and Meredith heard her pad round the bed and get onto the bed behind Berneray. She nestled into his back, and her small hands stroked Meredith’s arms. Her lips and tongue followed as she nipped and licked her way to his hands. She sucked one thumb into her mouth, alternating between licking, sucking, and nipping. Meredith grew hard once more as he remembered that hot little mouth on his cock. He broke off the kiss and lay back panting. Vatersay looked at him, smiled, and then she climbed over Berneray and lay on Meredith’s chest. She framed his face with her hands as their gazes locked, and then she kissed him soundly. He wanted to fuck them both so badly and right now. As he kissed Vatersay long and passionately, his cock swelled until it seemed to have a mind of its own. He released Vatersay’s mouth, as he lifted her off his chest, to position her on her hands and knees on the bed.© Clair de Lune, Siren publishing, 2016

 5 questions for the author: 1.      Why is the series called Angel in Hell?I mentioned the picture that a reader sent to me.  When I began to think of the story I came up with the idea of a whole new world. Two races of winged beings live on two islands. I chose the names of Hades and Prospero. They are opposites and where Hades has barbarous customs, Prospero is enlightened. After naming one island Hades, there was only one possible title for the book.
  2.       Are there going to be any more in this series? I can’t imagine there will be another, but I only expected to write one, so I’d better not say there never will be one. 3.      What else is there in the pipeline?I have a short story in an anthology to be published by VINVATAR in the New Year. It’s a re-issue of Life on the Edge with a brilliant new cover. 4.      What of Prometheus in Chains? I am writing the next book in the series. As so many of the Doms seems to have entered stable relationships it’s time to introduce a few new single Doms and a couple of subs. That should make life interesting in the club.5.      What of Flora McGregor? I am writing a second wolf shifter, this time it will start out as MM, but it’s a ménage. Which one will be first? Well that very much depends on the characters.
Author bio:             I live in Dumfries and Galloway in Southern Scotland, although I was born in South Yorkshire. I spent many happy years teaching, and when I retired, I became bored with just the domestic routine.My youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own, and I wrote Initiation, book one in the Prometheus in Chains series. Since then, writing has become an important part of my life. It’s been like a roller-coaster ride, and a very pleasurable one at that. When I sent off my first book to Siren, I had no idea what I was setting in motion. I joined Facebook, something I never dreamed I’d do, but I have made many good friends on there, some readers and some fellow authors. Writing has certainly changed my life.I am very grateful for all the help and advice I have received from everyone at Siren, especially my editor, and Christine for so many beautiful covers. A special mention goes to Sage Marlowe for his encouragement and for beta reading my books. I thank Master "K" for his encouragement over the Kinbaku scenes. I am grateful to Lyn L. for beta reading this book. I am also indebted to my many readers and friends on Facebook, for their unfailing support and affection.I would love to hear from you, and I always answer e-mails or contacts on Facebook.
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An Artist Kiss by Suzy Shearer.

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Isabella Coburn, 50, left the nude modelling world years ago, but Gabriel Milford, 47, needs a rubenesque, older woman to pose for him. Determined to win her over, Gabriel does it the wrong way—he attempts blackmail, then forces his attentions on her. It is only when she tries to sneak into his property that she finally agrees.
Isabella has had a secret since she was 19, a secret she has only shared with one other person, who treated her like she had the plague when she confessed it. Since then, she considers herself perverted, sick, and tries to forget. Now she has met the one man who makes her dark desires clamor to be free—desires that Gabriel is only too willing to satisfy—and she is running scared.
Can Gabriel convince her that she isn’t perverted? Will she finally accept who she is, or will she continue to shun happiness the way she has for all these years?




STORY EXCERPT

Grimacing, Gabriel looked at the brush in his very paint-stained hands then angrily turned back to glare ferociously at Ian.
“What do you mean, you haven’t been able to get a model? There’s got to be thousands of women out there who pose,” he growled.
“True, but you said you wanted an older woman, and most women models that age are just not plus-sized.”
Furiously, Gabriel snarled loudly, “Well, find one!”
“Calm down, Gabriel. I’ve contacted Erica Jones’ agency. We’ve used her agency before, although I’ve never actually met her. She’s got plus-sized models on her books, but I think they’re in their twenties and thirties. Still, she said she might have, or might know, someone.”
“I don’t want someone young, Ian,” Gabriel snapped, sick of telling Ian the same thing over and over. “I told you I want someone in their forties, or even older. I don’t care if she’s in her late sixties or seventies. I want a woman with character, a woman who’s lived.”
“Okay, okay. I get the picture!”
Gabriel threw down the paintbrush and, stomping angrily across to his easel, he tried to look critically at the painting as he fumed on Ian’s unsuccessful search. Surely it shouldn’t be this hard to find one damn model! Ignoring Ian for the moment, he turned his attention back to the huge canvas in front of him.
A foreshortened figure of a gaunt, naked man, lying on his back with his head toward the viewer, filled the painting. Even though the strokes were broad and heavy, there was still a slight softness about the work that created a sympathetic feel. The haunted face appeared as if the man were in pain. Maybe from being stretched out, or maybe he was ill or tortured. Whatever the reason, it drew the viewer immediately, and they felt the same hurt, the same agony. It was an uncomfortable piece, but it certainly demanded attention.
There wasn’t much work left to do on it, and he really wanted to get started on the female nude. He took a deep breath, inhaling the aromas of paint, linseed oil, and turpentine.
Without turning, Gabriel said gruffly, “Just find someone, Ian.”
“I will. For goodness’ sake, Gabe, relax,” Ian snapped a retort.
Surprised at the exasperated tone in Ian’s voice, Gabriel turned back and really looked at the man who was both friend and agent. Gabriel saw with surprise that Ian looked very upset but was still trying to calm Gabriel down. Ruefully, he realised at once Ian would be doing everything he could to satisfy Gabriel’s request.
They’d been friends for so long, ever since Gabriel started making his name in the art world. It was then he’d realised he’d need an agent and found Ian’s agency. Ian worked with the three “As”—artists, actors, and authors. Gabriel knew how hard Ian worked to satisfy his clients. Now Gabriel felt awful for yelling and complaining.
“I’m sorry. It’s just I get caught up and…”
Ian sighed loudly.
“I know, Gabriel. Believe it or not, I do understand. Let’s face it, I’ve seen you working for years, so I know a little of what goes on inside that thick head of yours.” He smiled to take the sting out of his words. “Just when were you planning on starting the nude?”
Gabriel looked back at the vast painting.
“This…” He pointed to the canvas. “It’s really finished. I just want to touch up a few areas, so maybe next week. The client wants this ready in three weeks, so I’m ahead of time. Anyway, I want to get plenty of sketches down on the female nude so I can decide exactly on the pose and size. Until I have a model, I really don’t know the pose.”
He hoped Ian could understand the frustration he felt. His mind was filled with dozens of ideas, but until he had an actual woman in front of him, he wouldn’t be able to decide. The pose would really depend on the woman, how the play of light and shadows affected her body, even the woman’s personality would play into his ideas.
“I’m meeting Erica Saturday night, a party with a few million people. Anyway hopefully she tells me she’s found someone.”
“Thanks, Ian.”
“If she doesn’t have a model, then there’s a good chance she’ll know an agency that might be able to help. Don’t worry, Gabe, I’ll find her for you.”
“Sorry I got angry. I know you’re doing your best.”
Gabriel reached out a hand to Ian as a peace offering.
 
ADULT EXCERPT  
“Bedroom.”
She almost staggered up the stairs and led him along until turning into her bedroom. Making her stand still, he undid a few more buttons on her dress and then untied one hand so he could remove it and her bra. Once she was naked, he looked around the room. There was another scarf hanging behind the door.
“Bend over.”
When she complied, he moved her until she could rest her head and shoulders on the bed, then he tied one hand to her ankle with the shawl then took the other scarf to do the same with the other side.
“Mmm, what a delightful view.”
Her wet, shiny cunt beckoned him as he forced her legs apart. Before she could react, he slapped her arse hard. Her quick intake of breath showed him it was exciting to her. With another slap to the other cheek, she wriggled into it. Gabriel felt he could hit harder with the next couple and was rewarded with her moans of pleasure.
A ragged “more” was all she could manage.
Once her arse was nicely pinked from a dozen or so slaps, he bent forward and bit.
“Argh… yes!” she shouted out with pleasure.
Using his fingers he reached under and pinched her breasts while biting down on her cheeks. She moaned, moving against his mouth, wanting more. Gabriel was over the moon. To meet this beautiful woman who liked things dark and hard like he did. He hoped she would let him show her more.
“What’s the word to make me stop, Issie?” he whispered in her ear.
“Red,” she gasped.
Smacking her bottom a few more times, he knelt then worked his fingers up and down her slit, spreading her hot juices between her clit and her rosy arsehole. With one hand, he pinched her clit, while the other began rubbing her rosette. He pushed a couple of fingers into her cunt while his thumb kept teasing at the hard nub of her clit.
When he felt her press against his hand he pushed his thumb into her arsehole. She gave a little groan of pain, but he didn’t stop as he pushed it deep. Continuing to fuck her with his fingers, he kept moving his thumb in and out. With his face against her arse cheek, he bit down when he felt her muscles begin to contract.
Fucking her arse, her cunt and biting was all she needed. She screamed loud, and he felt her orgasm pulsate through his fingers. It got him hard again, so he withdrew his hands and pulled off his shoes, socks, and pants. Rummaging in his pocket, he got another condom then tore off his shirt. After rolling the condom on, he gave her arse another hard smack then put his palm down on her back.
Roughly, he pushed his cock into her cunt. Pumping in and out, he put one hand around her body so he could pull and press against her clit.
“Push against me, Issie, push hard.”
His cock felt so snug inside her. It felt like his dick was wrapped in a tight, velvet glove as he felt her move back against him as he thrust in. He slammed forward, his balls slapping against her skin. Soon they were dancing together as he fucked that sexy cunt of hers.
“When you come I’m going to bite very hard,” he warned.
She grunted. He tweaked her clit and thrust in roughly and could feel her begin to tighten her muscles as her climax grew near. As soon as he felt it start, he bit down hard on one rosy cheek at the same time he pressed her clit between his fingers.
Her screams echoed around the room. They echoed in Gabriel’s head. How could he explain what it did to him? The sight of her writhing in pleasure, her screams, they excited him. They took his own pleasure into the stratosphere. The knowledge that it was the things he had done to her that had her this way. More than just a huge ego-boost, it was almost overpowering.
 As he continued pumping in and out, Gabriel felt himself ready to burst so he thrust in as deep and hard as he could, holding her against his cock until he came. Her tight channel milked him dry as the last reverberation of her orgasm began to fade.
Spent, he pulled out and quickly untied her, lifting her so she was lying on the bed. There was a bathroom attached to the bedroom, so he used it and found a cloth to clean Isabella with.
She lay curled up on the bed and let him wash her. When he returned from the bathroom the second time, he gathered her in his arms and settled them in the bed, pulling the warm quilt over them both.
“Beautiful Issie,” he murmured. “You’re so wonderful.”




An Artist’s Kiss is book 4 in the Dark Desires series.
This series is about the secret cravings we have, the things that go on behind closed doors. Those dark desires we harbour and crave but sometimes afraid to ask for.
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When she discovered many romance books seemed to cater for younger readers with their heroines and heroes in the 20s she decided to write about characters who were older but maybe not always wiser.  As she is in her 60s Suzy feels she can relate to her characters desires, fears and hopes and hopes her readers can as well.
Suzy also wants her readers to understand just because people are older doesn’t mean they aren’t intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. Sexy isn’t just for the under 30s.
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 Flora McGregor has a hot new release set in Scotland! Keep reading for a sizzling excerpt and interview with the author.
Highland Wolves : In the Beginning will be released today (August 31st) with Siren Publishing. If readers would like to ask Flora a question, they can contact her on her Facebook Page, and she will be more than happy to answer them.   In the Beginning. Highland Wolves series no 1 Erotic romance or erotica with explicit sex scenes containing adult language leaving little or nothing to the imagination. Sex in wolf form, public exhibition.  In the beginning the Goddess, Luna, honoured four wolf shifter packs with her favour. To protect them against the hunters, Luna moved her four packs deeper into the Cairngorm range. There the settlements flourished. Balvaird leads the Brodie pack, and he's worked hard to re-establish order since he took over. Now it's time for him to find a mate. When Morag wanders onto his territory she leads him a dance and sparks fly, but it's clear they are destined for each other.  So what can possibly go wrong? One rogue shifter is determined to have Morag for himself, but can he succeed against the will of the Goddess?   STORY EXCERPT: She’d better get back now. Her shift at the cookhouse started later tonight and she had chores to do before then. She turned to set off and found herself surrounded by four huge black wolves. How did they get there? I’ve never been taken unawares before. I can’t fight four of them, and they are depute law-keepers, so no point in trying to charm them. They are bi-sexual, but they can’t mate with females unless they become the LawKeeper. I wonder which territory they are from. How did I manage to stray so far? One of them advanced toward her slowly, and then he gave the “yip” that meant “submit.” She had no choice. She couldn’t outrun them, so she dropped to her haunches and waited. He advanced toward her, circled her, sniffing her fur, and then he nipped her right ear twice,"Shift." When she’d shifted into human form, the four did the same. She drew in a breath. Four tall, bronzed males stood before her. They were just like the depute law-keepers in her settlement. Wide, muscled chests, narrow hips, powerful thighs, and so well endowed. She lowered her eyes. It wasn’t polite to stare at a man’s private parts, but that had never stopped her and her friends from glancing and speculating. “What are you doing in our territory, little one?” he asked. He towered over her. Six feet, eleven inches of delicious male flesh. Down, girl. He’s a depute law-keeper. One of those four is his mate. He’s not interested in me in that way. I suppose the gift of bi-sexuality and those gorgeous bodies are some compensation for the renunciation of home and family. It doesn’t stop me looking and longing, though. Auntie May’s right. I need a mate and soon. “Who are you? I didn’t know it was your territory.” Attack is the best form of defence, after all. “I’ll ask the questions, and, if I’m satisfied with your answers, I may well give you the information you want.” Typical, arrogant depute law-keepers. This lot was just like the ones in Brora. “My name is Morag of Brora.” “My, my, you are far from home. Are there no rules in Brora about lone females straying so far from your home settlement?” Sarcastic depute law-keeper. He knows damn well that there are. The Goddess gave the same rules to all four packs, after all. She thought about lying, but somehow she didn’t think that would be a good idea. So she fell back on what usually worked with the depute law-keepers in Brora. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said in her best girly voice. "I was so carried away by the spring and the beautiful wood that I just ran and ran without thinking.” Let’s see if that gets me anywhere. “Did you now? Were you going anywhere in particular, or do you make a habit of this?” “Oh no! I’m usually a good girl, but it’s spring and I needed the exercise.” She stretched and wiggled her arse, then giggled to herself. Waste of time, but it was worth a try. “Well, Morag of Brora, there are penalties for trespassing on our lands. Come with us!” “But, sir, I have a shift in the cookhouse tonight, and my chores to do first,” she pleaded in a breathy little voice. “You should have thought about that earlier and returned to your settlement.” No cajoling this one. “Yes, I know I was very foolish, sir. I won’t do it again, but it’s spring. After all that snow we had this winter, I was just aching to run the fidgets out of my hide. Don’t you ever get that urge?” she asked, dimpling up at him. There was a snort of laughter from the other three. “It seems we have a handful here!” one of them said. “This one is tying you up in knots, Alex. What say we take her to DunBrodie and let the Darach deal with her? It will be amusing to see her try her tricks on him,” another suggested. Morag pouted and flounced, but it did no good. She was obliged to shift. Then the four of them, Alex in front, another behind, and the other two on either side of her, herded her through the beech woods and up into the mountains. They followed a narrow, tortuous track. Although they were forced to go in single file, there was no opportunity for her to escape. The sheer rock on one side and the steep drop on the other took care of that. She was left with no option but to keep moving forward, receiving the occasional encouraging nip if she slowed. When they reached the settlement, the layout was exactly the same as DunBrora, so she knew where the Darach would be. This is going to take forever, and Auntie May is going to have my hide if I’m late. This stuffy old man is going to be slower than a snail. I bet he’s on his last legs. He’s going to want to know all about me, and I don’t have the time. How am I going to get out of this?   © Flora McGregor, Siren publishing 2016 ADULT EXCERPT “Because I’m your mate and I can read your emotions.” Auntie May told me this would happen when I found my mate, but boy is it inconvenient. “Does it work both ways?" She inquired, striving for a nonchalant tone. “Oh, yes, of course it does. You just have to get used to it. Look at me and tell me what I’m feeling.” She looked into his eyes and felt the colour flood her face, again. “Oh,” she breathed. “Just so. I’m well pleased with my mate, our love-making, and I’m aching to take you again. Did I say I love the way you colour up?” She swatted him playfully, and he caught her arm, swinging her round into his embrace. “Careful, little one. I’m horny and if you get too playful, I shall find a quiet spot and demonstrate what else I can do,” he warned her. She felt excitement flood her body and she shivered in anticipation. Her legs trembled, but she took long, deep breaths to calm herself. This will never do. He’s not getting it all his own way, if I have anything to do with it. “Will you now? Well, we’d better get along and bathe. It’s time for the pack run, soon,” she said. Why on earth did I say that? “Oh, I know that, little one.” She tossed her head, flicked her hair back over her shoulders, and stalked ahead of him. She heard his amused chuckle, and she vowed he’d pay. When they reached the bath-house, the black wolf shifted to human form, fully intending, it seemed, to watch over his Darach. Balvaird smiled at the woman in charge and whispered in her ear. She directed a startled glance in Morag’s direction, but she said nothing. What’s he plotting now? She soon found out. The woman attendant led them to an area of the bath-house that Morag had never visited. There were cubicles with large tubs and curtains to ensure privacy. Morag’s eyes grew round. Balvaird selected one and stood back to allow Morag to precede him. He followed her in and, nodding to his depute law-keeper who remained outside, drew the curtain across the entrance. He turned on the taps and then, taking off his clothes, placed them on the bench. He leaned over to test the water. He displayed a muscular backside and round, heavy balls as he bent much further over than was necessary, in her opinion. She sucked in a breath and ground her teeth. He’s messing with me. Drat him. I’ll give him some of his own medicine. Balvaird settled in the bath and watched her. He looked supremely at his ease with a satisfied smirk on his face. She’d soon change that. Slowly, she started to undo the buttons on her shirt, starting to pull it off, but then stopped. Changing her mind, she pretended to arrange her towel on the bench and look for a peg on which to hang her clothes. Finding none, she’d be obliged to fold them, and a wicked thought occurred to her. She turned her back on Balvaird. As she slowly pushed her skirt down over her hips, she removed her knickers stepping daintily out of them both. Letting fall her skirt and knickers, she bent from the waist to pick them up and heard Balvaird draw in a breath. She well knew what was on display to tempt him. She folded her skirt and placed it on the bench, and then she repeated the pantomime with her knickers. She heard him growl a warning. “Be careful what you are about, little one.” She shrugged her shoulders, turned toward him, and oh so slowly removed her blouse. She folded it and placed it on the bench with her skirt and knickers. She turned to face him and stretched her arms way above her head. Before she realized what he was about, he’d leaped out of the bath and seized her. He threw her over his shoulder and returned to the water, allowing her to slide down his length as he stood in the hot, soapy suds. As she slid down his lean, wet body, she met his cock, which was fully erect, and she gasped. “Now you’re going to relieve the pain you’ve caused,” he said gruffly. He turned her and placed her on her knees in the water. She grasped the sides of the tub. He knelt behind her, his cock demanding entrance, but he wasn’t quite ready. He bent over and bit her shoulder. He found her breasts with his hands, and pinching, pulling, and tweaking, he drove her so wild that she pushed her hips into him and he chuckled. “Teasing is a two-edged sword, as you are about to find out, little one.” He grasped her hips and pushed his cock between her swollen pussy lips. She was wet and slick, and he entered her easily. She felt so full. When he withdrew, his dick slid over some part of her and the sensation of pleasure was heightened.   © Flora McGregor, Siren Publishing 2016    A few questions for the author Q: How did you come to write this story? A: I was talking to Sage Marlowe about wolf shifters when the idea for this series came to me. I sat down to plot it, and then it took over and I began to write. Q: What do you like most about the new series?A: I have read a lot of Sci-fi and Fantasy, and I loved creating the new world. I had a lot of fun thinking about the characters and their roles, and researching the names.  Q: Why do you have a new pen name?A: This is a new genre for me, unlike most of my other books, so I decided it would be appropriate to let Flora McGregor do the writing. She will handle the Highland Wolves Series, but Clair de Lune will carry on writing. Q: So what’s next ?A: Prometheus in Chains will soon have another story, and Angel in Hell has a second book, at present with Siren. Highland Wolves has a second story, also plotted.   Author bio:                    I live in Dumfries and Galloway in Southern Scotland, although I was born in South Yorkshire. I spent many happy years teaching, and when I retired, I became bored with just the domestic routine. My youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own, and I wrote Initiation, book one in the Prometheus in Chains series. I don't think it was quite the sort of book he had in mind, but all my family have been very supportive and encouraged me to carry on writing. Writing has become an important part of my life. It’s been like a roller-coaster ride, and a very pleasurable one at that. When I sent off my first book to Siren, I had no idea what I was setting in motion. I joined Facebook, something I never dreamed I’d do, but I have made many good friends on there, some readers and some fellow authors. Writing has certainly changed my life.   Siren Publishing http://www.bookstrand.com/flora-mcgregor http://www.bookstrand.com/book/in-the... 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 Bearly Theirs, The Bears of Greenspoint 1 is out now with Siren Publishing.  If you would like to ask Maia questions you can contact her on Twitter using @Maiadylanauthor. Congratulations Maia on your hot new story!

Keiko Saito is having the worst day of her life — but it also happens to be the best. The same day she learns of her brother’s death and her need to return to Japan, she discovers that the feelings she has harbored for two men for almost two years are returned.


Logan and Cooper Anderson have known that Keiko was their mate from the first moment they met.  They hired her for their business and planned to steal her heart at the same time.  Their idea to take it slow is shot to hell when she learns of her brother’s death.  They are together for one night, one perfect night when they allow their feelings for each other to dictate their actions. When they awake the next morning, their mate is gone.


Can Cooper and Logan find their mate in time to save her from the future she fears, or will they lose her before she can ever truly be theirs?
**erotic romance, ménage a trois, paranormal, shape-shifter, anal sex, double penetration
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STORY EXCERPT:
 “You bellowed?” Keiko inquired dryly. Both men’s facial expressions changed in the same instant. Logan’s face slipped into its usual scowl and Cooper grinned at her. Both men started to talk at once, asking questions until Keiko lifted her hand and whistled loud and shrill. This was a skill she had perfected since coming to work at ACE and it came in handy when both men required her help. “As developed as my ability to multi-task is, and to be fair it is definitely higher than most and that is why you headhunted me for this job in the first place and pay me what you do, I have yet to master the ability to conduct two conversations at the same time.”
“Sorry, Kei,” Cooper said with a grin that told her he was anything but.
She shook her head and cast a slight look to the heavens for patience. “Now, Logan the Jenkins file still holds the status of pending, so it will be on the shared drive.” She held her hand up to stop him when it looked like he was about to interrupt. “Until that contract has been verified and the retainer has cleared, it will stay pending. Look in the commercial builds folder on that drive and there is a folder titled Jenkins.” Logan clicked his mouse a couple of times and then gave her the quick thumbs-up that he had what he needed.
“Cooper, there is nothing wrong with the spreadsheet I sent you. Have you changed anything in the master data and not transposed the same formula?”
Cooper got a sheepish look on his face as he tapped away on his keyboard for a moment. When he looked up from his screen, his grin was firmly in place again. “Yep, that is exactly what I did. Again. Sorry, Kei. What would we do without you?” He was the only person in the world that shortened her name, and she secretly loved it.
She nodded her head in response, then turned to look between the two men. “Will there be anything else tonight, gentlemen?”
“No, thanks, Keiko,” Logan said with a small smile and her heart stuttered at the intense look he suddenly got in his eyes. For some reason, it made her think of the way a predator would observe its prey. His look said he wanted to devour her, and she was only too willing to be devoured. She swallowed audibly and felt a gush of heat between her legs.
Giving them a wide, and hopefully not too fake a smile, Keiko nodded. “Great! Then have a good night and I will see you both in the morning.” Spinning on her three-inch heel, Keiko strode from the office pausing only long enough to grab her jacket and purse, then left. She took the elevator down from the top floor, buzzing her way out the door and into the muggy air of a Texas spring evening.
She told herself as she walked the three blocks to her bus stop that there was no way that Logan or Cooper could tell that she had basically drenched her own panties in front of them. She would simply lie down and die of mortification if they ever knew how easily they turned her on. By the time she had reached the bus stop, and her phone started ringing, she had convinced herself that her secret was safe and that they had no clue.* * * *
“Jesus Christ,” Logan groaned as their office manager scampered from their office and out to the elevators so fast she basically left skid marks on the carpet. “Did you smell that?” Logan turned to his brother and from the mask of barely controlled need etched on his face, it was clear that Cooper had caught it as well.
Cooper closed his eyes and inhaled deeply again. “You’re damn fucking skippy I smelled that. Keiko saw something in the look you gave her that she definitely liked. Her breathing rate increased, I could see the pulse at the base of her neck start beating wildly, and the sweet, sweet musk of her arousal fucking filled this office.” Eyes opening, he turned to look at Logan, and Logan could see his eyes flickering green to black, which spoke of how close he was to losing control to his bear. “Our mate is needy and not going to her and fulfilling that need is fucking killing my bear.”
Logan nodded. He understood exactly what Cooper was saying. Hell, his own bear was pacing impatiently within him, roaring his desire to chase their mate and claim her as theirs, but they had to show some restraint and control. There were issues they had to sort through before they claimed their mate, not least of which was explaining the fact to her that they had the ability to shift into half-ton bears with nothing more than a thought, and were members of the Greenspoint bear sloth. That tended to be one hell of a precursor to telling someone she was destined to be the love of their lives
© MAIA DYLAN, SIREN PUBLISHING, 2016


ADULT EXCERPT


“The first day you stepped into our office, you wore this pale blue blouse with mother-of-pearl buttons.” As he spoke, Cooper reached out and gently began to slide the buttons of the white silk blouse she wore now through the buttonholes. “I wanted nothing more than to remove that shirt, button by button and expose the beautiful expanse of skin I knew hid beneath it.” He matched his words with his actions, gently opening the blouse, pulling it gently from the waistband of the skirt she wore.
The breath caught in Cooper’s throat at the sight of the white demi bra that she wore that pushed her breasts up, plumping them slightly at the top. “Holy…shit.”
Unable to resist, Logan leaned in and looked over her shoulder, getting the full effect of the fantastic things this particular bra did for her breasts. “Sweet mother of God,” Logan murmured as he reached up to slip the blouse from her shoulders. “If I knew you had a penchant for wearing sexy as all fuck underwear like this under those suits of yours, we would have been here a hell of a lot sooner.”
Cooper took a deep breath to try to curb the desire building within him at an astonishing rate. “You were wearing a dark blue pencil skirt with that blouse, and I loved the way it clung to every sweet curve.” Cooper dropped to his knees in front of her, and the sweet scent of her arousal filled the air. The waistband of her skirt loosened and Cooper knew that Logan had released the button and zip at the back. “Now, normally, I’m the kind of guy that rips the wrapping paper off my presents and prefers to dive straight into dessert. But in this case, I’m willing to wait a few seconds more than I want to, because I have the feeling that bra you’re wearing might be part of a set, designed to drive a man insane.”
Gently, he gripped the edge of her skirt and slid it over the luscious curve of her hips, and then let it drop to the floor, leaving her standing in just her underwear, and Cooper growled at the barely there panties their woman was wearing. He looked up at the goddess who stood before him and nearly swallowed his tongue.
Gently he ran his hands up the backs of her legs. He groaned when he got to the naked globes of her ass. “You wear G-strings? Logan’s right, if we knew about these we would have been here a hell of a lot faster.” Unable to wait another minute, he gently stripped the small scrap of lace from her beautifully bare pussy and then tugged her hips toward him. “Lean back, love. Rest your shoulders on Logan’s chest.” He watched as she complied, noticing that Logan had stripped the bra from her, and removed his own shirt. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs strumming her dark nipples, and a rosy red shade of arousal had swept across Keiko’s chest and up her neck.
“I’m gonna taste you now, love.” Cooper gently lifted her left leg to place it on his shoulder, trusting his brother to hold her strong all the while looking up into her lust-glazed eyes and grinned. “Feel free to scream for me.” Then he placed his mouth right over her very wet pussy, listening to her sweet cry of shocked pleasure, and swept his tongue through the hot liquid that had pooled there, pulling it into his mouth. Her flavor was sweet and salty and so fucking addictive he knew she was going to quickly become his favorite meal. Then he settled in to drive her crazy. He took the sounds she made as verbal clues, telling him what she liked and how she liked to be pleasured.
When he swept the flat of his tongue up and over her swollen clit, she thrust her hips forward with a cry. When he gently slid his finger up inside her hot, tight pussy, she shuddered and gripped his hair, which he liked a lot, but it was when he combined the two together that had her screaming his name as she shattered against his tongue. Growling softly, he lapped up every drop of cream her body rewarded him with, loving her through the first orgasm of many he was determined to give her tonight.
As he pulled back he felt the last sliver of his heart, the part he held back in case all their plans went to hell, slide away and join the rest, completely and utterly with her.
© MAIA DYLAN, SIREN PUBLISHING, 2016
Five questions for the author
Q: Every book is special to an author.  What is it about this book that makes it special for you?

A: Every book is special, and I love all that I have written and the ones I have yet to write!  But this one is special because it brings in a little Japanese element that means a lot to me.  I lived in Japan for three years and it is a language and culture that is near and dear to me.


Q:  Sometimes things happen when you are writing a series that wasn’t expected at all.  Have you had this happen to you?
A:  Heaps!  I am not a planner.  I am a write-by-the-set-of-your-panties kinda girl.  There have been moments where I will finish up a scene and be like WTF?  I did not see that coming! 


Q.  Is that why you always include a danger element to your books?
A.  I write what I love to read.  I love books that take you on a journey, but where the characters face a challenge that adds an element of urgency to them and to the book.  As a reader, there is nothing I like more than getting that goose bump, hair rising on the back of my neck feeling as I join the characters within the book I am reading on the journey to solve their mystery.  I want to give that to my readers.


Q.  What are you working on at the moment?
A.  I have quite a few WIPS on the go at any one time.  Right now I am working on book 9 ni my Grey River series, book three in my Sniper Team Bravo series, a collaboration work I have on the go with Sarah Marsh and Elena Kincaid and a couple of stand alones that had caught my muse’s interest.


Q.  Do you have anything to say to your current readers or to those that haven’t yet read you work?
A.  If you have read any of my books, thank you so very much!  It blows my mind that someone has actually read something that I wrote, but gosh I hope you enjoyed it!  Did you?  Please let me know, I find I suffer from a slight case of needy-nelly with my writing.  If you haven’t read my book, but you love erotic romance stories between strong men and an independent woman, where the path to their happily ever after can be a bumpy one, but there is always a happily ever after, and their love and laugher is real on every page, then you’ll find my books right up your alley!

Author bio:

Maia Dylan lives, loves and works in beautiful New Zealand.  She married her best friend and they have two adorable, but stubborn children who obviously take after their father. 
Maia’s career has featured a lot of travel, and she has filled her time at airports and in the air with books, books and more books.  Her love of erotic paranormal romance has seen her amass a huge library.  She has been an avid reader and lover of ménage romances since she read her first book in this genre about three years ago.
In January of 2015, Maia submitted her first ever manuscript to Siren Publishing.  She wasn’t at all confident that it would be accepted and in fact she was expecting a nicely worded email with a resounding no!  Much to her surprise less than two weeks later she had an acceptance and a signed contract in hand.  Since then she has also been published by Evernight Publishing and is loving every minute of it.
Outside of writing, Maia loves to eat, so she loves to cook!  Her herb garden is legendary, but she still has issues getting tomatoes to grow.  She’s been a performer for years, and has even sung on international stages, she would love to own a classic Ford Mustang one day and of course have the opportunity to race it on a race track without fear of a speeding ticket.
Although ultimately her dream is to be able to write full time on a sandy beach with a Mai Tai at hand, she is quite happy to fit her writing in when she can.  As long as someone reads her books, gets a laugh and maybe come to love her characters and much as she does, then she feels that she is living her dreams no matter what!Social Media Links
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PASSION’S MAGIC By Julie Shelton


Molly Duncan, forty-one, has come to Passion Lake for three things. A new job. A new life. And a new Dom. Her Dom husband has been dead for four years and she desperately wants the closeness of a loving D/s relationship. So she accepts a job at the Passion Lake library and buys an old semi-run-down farm suitable for boarding horses. Horses were a huge part of her life growing up, until she met and married Tom and entered his world of BDSM. Now she hopes to combine both of her passions. Enter Jared Thompkins, seven-time World All-Around Rodeo Champion and circuit heart-throb. His career ended by injury at age twenty-eight, he’s ready to settle down and find a submissive of his own. A woman he can love and cherish and dominate the hell out of. On the recommendation of his older brother Mitch, he applies for the position of stable manager.Molly sees a handsome, cocky, young cowboy with a swagger for a walk and a panty-melting grin. Jared sees a lusty, voluptuous, mature blond who’s ready for what he can give her.The attraction between them is instantaneous and explosive. Each is exactly what the other has been seeking. Now all Jared has to do is prove to a wary Molly that it’s not just sex. He’s in it for the long haul. And a thirteen-year age difference is not the insurmountable obstacle she seems to think it is.Until something happens that could destroy everything.

ADULT EXCERPT  Although there was no noise, no movement, no indication of any kind that someone had entered the room, something made her turn her head. She froze at the sight of Jared standing there, arms folded across his chest, one shoulder leaning against the door frame, his right ankle crossed over his left. He pinioned her with his gaze, dark and glittering with some deep emotion. The breath drained from her lungs as she stood there, unable to move or think. Her belly clenched, spilling hot cream out onto the crotch of her panties. He straightened and started to walk toward her, slowly, deliberately, a wicked gleam in his eye.Her hand lifted to her throat as he approached, not stopping until he was less than a foot away. His left hand lifted to graze the side of her face. Spearing his fingers through her hair, he curved them around the back of her head, holding her in place. His gaze roamed over her face, looking at her as if he were looking at something wondrous. “Beautiful,” he murmured, the deep rumbling of his voice creating a heaviness between her legs. He brushed his thumb across the curve of her cheek. “So fuckin’ beautiful.” His fingers twisted in her hair, tugging at her scalp, tilting her face up toward his. “I told you I’d wait for you, Molly. But I can’t wait. I want you so goddamn bad I can’t stand it anymore. I want your body. I want you mind. I want your total submission. My need for you is eatin’ me up inside. So I’m doin’ something about it right now. I’m gonna watch as you take off your clothes. Then I’m gonna worship your gorgeous body with my tongue and lips. Then I am gonna claim you. I’m gonna fuck you until you know you belong to me. After that I’m gonna make love to you until neither of us knows where one ends and the other begins. You’re mine, Molly. And before I’m done tonight, you’re gonna know it beyond the shadow of any doubt.” Releasing her hair, he stepped back and ran his slow, hot gaze down her body, stopping at the junction between her thighs, making her belly plummet as a blush rose in her cheeks. “That’s a very pretty outfit you’re wearin’,” he said, his normal, slow drawl even slower and definitely sexier. “But it’ll look much prettier on the floor. That’s where I would like to see it. Start with the sweater.” “Yes, Sir.” She should have been shocked to hear those words tumbling so automatically from her lips. But she wasn’t. They seemed so right. Because Jared wasn’t the only one who needed this. Her mind’s need to submit to him was almost overwhelming, like a thirst that could not be quenched. Her body’s constant, aching need for the exquisite pleasure she knew he was about to give her was almost beyond bearing. Grabbing the hem of her cashmere sweater, she lifted it up over her head and let it fall to the floor, leaving her clad in nothing but a pink lace bra. Her dusky nipples, hard as berries, were clearly visible through the peek-a-boo lace. “Now the jeans and socks.” She reached for the snap, pulling it apart with a tiny, metallic click, followed by the quiet rasp of the zipper being lowered. Putting her thumbs inside the waistband, she began pushing the jeans over her hips and down her legs, stepping out of them and dropping them on top of the sweater. She removed her socks and stood there in her pink lace bra and bikini panty set. At least she was wearing pretty underwear. “Good girl. Beautifully done. Bra next.” Without hesitation, she reached back behind her and released the hooks. Cupping her hands beneath her breasts, she held the cups in place while allowing the straps to fall down her arms. Leaning forward, she jiggled her breasts back and forth, letting gravity take over. The lace garment fell into her hands and she let it drop to her feet. Straightening, she stood, hands at her sides, fingers twitching as she fought the urge to cover her naked breasts. Jared was the first man other than Tom who had ever seen her naked, and if the two Doms were anything alike, she knew that covering herself in his presence would not be allowed and would most likely result in a punishment. Although, the very thought of being turned over his very sexy knees and spanked until her bottom was hot and rosy sent juice gushing from her pussy. Hmmm. Maybe a spanking wouldn’t be so bad after all. Jared extended his right hand toward her. She gasped at the first touch of his calloused fingertips to the soft underside of her left breast. He frowned. “Am I hurtin’ you?” “No sir.” She shook her head. “It feels”…her voice softened to a whisper…“wonderful.” His fingers closed around her hard nipple and began plucking it over and over until it was even harder and more extended. She closed her eyes and arched her back, pushing her breasts more deeply into his hands. Her breathing came in harsh little gasps and tiny mewls of pleasure as he turned his attention to her right breast, then both breasts, alternating between one at a time and both together. Electricity arced through her, sending pleasure jolting straight to her clit, zapping it with stinging pleasure. Her little mewls of pleasure had become one long, low moan. She was trembling all over. “You like that, don’t you, sweetheart?” “Y-yes, Sir.” “It’s been a long time for you, hasn’t it?” She suppressed a sob. “Yes, Sir.” Her head lolled back as she pushed herself forward even more, longing for him to take one of her aching peaks into his mouth and suckle her. “Can you come from nipple stimulation alone?” “I-I don’t know. I never have before,” she replied honestly between hissing intakes of breath. “But tonight…” She paused. “If you keep that up, I think I could.” “That is something we will explore further.” He stepped back, removing his hands from her breasts, a move that left her hanging, her body clamoring for more. God damn it. Doms could be so annoying. “Take off your panties and hand them to me.” Bending forward, she shucked them down her legs and stepped out of them. Red-faced with embarrassment because the crotch was so wet it was nearly dripping, she let them dangle from her fingertips, slowly extending her hand toward him. She watched, mouth agape, as he took them from her and lifted the crotch to his nose, inhaling deeply. Holy fuck! She’d never heard of anyone doing that! Tom had never really cared for the way she smelled when she was aroused. He’d always made her shower and douche before initiating a scene, substituting lube for her natural moisture. As if equating the scent of natural feminine arousal to being dirty. “Christ, these are wet.” He took another deep sniff. “And they smell so fuckin’ good. I could drink this instead of champagne.” So saying, he poked the crotch into his mouth with his fingertip and sucked on it, the sheer, raw carnality of the gesture making Molly gasp. Oh, my fucking God! With a beatific expression on his face, he removed his panty-covered finger from his mouth. Molly watched, fascinated, as he proceeded to fold the lacy garment so that the crotch formed the outside surface of the little square of fabric he wound up with. Meeting her gaze, he gave her a wicked grin. “Open up, little sub and stick out your tongue.”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR From fairies in the garden to handcuffs in the boudoir, Julie’s writing has run the gamut. In between she managed to graduate cum laude with a B.A. in French from Georgia State University followed by a Master’s Degree in Library Science from Emory University. Having thus procured these two necessary but ultimately irrelevant pieces of paper, she launched a successful career as a children’s librarian, followed by an even more successful career as a professional storyteller and puppeteer. She published Kidstuff, an award-winning, monthly newsletter, as well as Puppets, Poems and Songs, both major language arts resource for early childhood educators. At various points in her life, if asked what she would like to be, her answer would have been (in rough chronological order, since some of these lofty ambitions overlapped): a fairy, a princess, a ballerina, Nancy Drew, Cherry Ames, a paleontologist, Scarlett O’Hara, thin and beautiful, an actress, and a writer. Now, at age 73, her answer to that question would most likely be, “younger”. Followed closely, of course by a writer. Oh, and a princess. Some dreams die hard. Now retired, Julie lives in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia.
Q. What were some early influences on your writing? Nancy Drew and Mad magazine.
Q. Where do your ideas come from? Everything I’ve ever seen, read, heard or done. I wrote an entire medieval romance just from seeing a blue gown worn by a minor female character in the movie Becket. The entire novel just sprang into my mind fully-blown. I could hardly write it down fast enough. I wrote it on 3 x 5 index cards, since I was in college doing research and that was all I had to write on, one sentence per card. They took up an entire shoebox. After carrying that shoebox around for forty years, that novel eventually became Dark Warrior.
Q. Do you feel humor is important in romantic fiction? I feel that humor is important in everything! I can’t imagine how dreary life would be without it.
Q. Are sex scenes easy or difficult to write? Easy in that I know where all the parts go. Difficult in finding exciting and interesting new ways to describe how the parts get there and what happens as a result. Otherwise what you get is a medical treatise. After all, there are only a finite number of words in the English language suitable for describing an orgasm. And they’ve all been used ad nauseum.
Q. Name three things that inspire you? Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No. 2 in C Minor, the Smoky Mountains, the full-length ballet Romeo & Juliet, and medieval illuminated manuscripts. Okay, that’s four things.
Q. Dogs or cats? Cats
Q. Chocolate or Vanilla? Pistachio
Q. Coke or Pepsi? Coke. Definitely Coke.
Q. Coffee or tea? Coke. Definitely Coke.
Q. Leather or Lace? Lace. And Velvet. And silk. Oh, and satin. Yeah, satin…with lace…Mmmm. Q. Guilty Pleasure? Edwards® Hershey’s Chocolate Crème Pie. OMG! You know how most people cut their pies into six pieces? I cut this one into…two.
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WHO ARE THE DOMS OF PASSION LAKE? They are a group of former SEAL teammates who get together and buy the derelict, bankrupt town of Porterfield, Virginia, along with thirteen square miles of surrounding land, and turn it into the thriving tourist destination of Passion Lake, Virginia. Located in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, the town boasts not only the large, deep-water lake from which it derives its name, but also farmland, grazing land, a couple of creeks, scenic trails, and a World War I era airfield. The amenities offered include a lodge with cabins, camping, boating, fishing, horseback riding, hiking, a main street featuring both quirky and elegant little shops, and excellent restaurants. Passion Lake is around 30 miles down the road from Marshall’s Creek, where Jesse Colter, Adam Sinclair, and Sarah Marshall, the heroes and heroine of my first three erotic romances, Loving Sarah, Owning Sarah, and Keeping Sarah live. Many of the Doms of Passion Lake were minor characters in those three books about Jesse, Adam, and Sarah. Along with many of my readers, I felt they deserved books of their own. So, if you’re curious about what happened to Clay “Raven” Nighthorse, Nik “Iceman” Rostov, Jay “Dizzy” Gillespie, Ted “Solo” Solomon and all the other hot hunky former SEALs, you’ll find out in this new series, The Doms of Passion Lake.
WARNING: These books contain material that could cause spontaneous combustion of both panties and electronic devices. Read at your own risk. You might (okay, honestly? There is no “might” about it—you WILL) need a bucket of ice water and an industrial fan to survive the reading experience. You have been warned. Virginia is for lovers. Passion Lake is for…kinky lovers. Welcome to Passion Lake, a town owned and operated by a group of ex-Navy SEALs. A town where they are free to live their kinky lifestyles without fear of interference or censure.

Passion’s Magic is the fifth book in the series The Doms of Passion Lake. Each book is a stand-alone read, however, since time does pass from book to book and the characters weave in and out of each other’s books, you might enjoy reading them in order. The first book in the series is Passion’s Dream.
PASSION’S DREAM BLURB When Clay “Raven” Nighthorse is offered a job as bodyguard to a woman being stalked by her vengeful ex, he’s ready to turn it down. Until he discovers that she is the woman he met on a beach three years ago. The woman with whom he felt an instant connection. The woman who has been haunting his dreams ever since. Leah Stanhope has never forgotten the day she found her husband in bed with another woman. Nor has she forgotten the kindness and compassion of the complete stranger who’d simply held her in his arms and let her cry herself out on a public beach. She despairs of ever seeing him again until fate brings them together in a conflagration of desire and smoking hot passion. Can Clay convince Leah to risk her heart? And when her stalker finds her, will Clay be able to stop him in time?
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PASSION’S FURY BLURB When Simon Rafferty finds Kylie Ferrell sleeping in her broken-down car by the side of the road near Passion Lake, Virginia, the connection between them is instantaneous and combustible. He recognizes her as the woman he and his two brothers have been searching for all their lives. Their lifetime submissive. And the fact that she’s homeless, injured, and targeted by the mob? Minor details. Identical triplets and former spec ops soldiers, Caleb, Simon, and Ash Rafferty are more than capable of handling anything life throws at them. Including a sweet, sexy, lusciously curvy woman who has sworn off all men and who is clueless about the darkness of their needs and desires. Clueless…but intrigued. These dominant alpha males will do whatever it takes to get her into their bed, their hearts, their lives…and their dungeon. But Kylie has secrets that put them all in deadly danger. And when that danger catches up with her, Caleb, Simon, and Ash must launch a desperate search to find her before she is ripped from them forever.
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PASSION’S HOPE BACK COVER BLURB On the run from an abusive Dom, Charlotte Fielding has sworn off men and the BDSM lifestyle. She’s only attending this particular Open House for the free food. But when her abuser, who also happens to be at the club, confronts her, former SEALs Nikolai Rostov and Jay Gillespie come to her rescue and offer to help. But that would require her to trust the two hunkiest Doms she’s ever met. And Charlotte’s all out of trust. But fate has brought these three people together—Nik, the big Russian Daddy Dom, Jay, the switch, and Charlie, the submissive who needs what both of these men have to offer. Just as they need what she has to offer. Can she learn to trust them? Can she risk her heart? And when danger comes for her will she stay and let Nik and Jay risk their lives to keep her safe? Or will she run—and risk destroying the only happiness she’s ever known?
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PASSION’S TRIUMPH BLURB Former SEAL Dr. Lucas McKay and his brother Alex, former FBI agent, have been looking for their lifetime submissive. And they may just have found her in the new Director of the Passion Lake Library. She’s sweet. She’s curvy. She’s adventurous. She’s a green-eyed, freckle-faced redhead with the world’s sexiest glasses. And she’s chock full of secrets. Not the least of which is the fact that she writes steamy BDSM romances in her spare time. She’s also a virgin who has never done any of the kinky stuff she writes about. When they discover this, they offer to act as her temporary Doms, giving her lots of first-hand experiences designed to enrich her writing and make her D/s scenes more authentic and emotional. Since she’s as attracted to them as they are to her, she leaps at the chance. Unfortunately, Lily has another, even deadlier secret. One with the potential to destroy not only her but the two men she’s grown to love. Will death triumph? Or will love?
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OTHER BOOKS BY JULIE SHELTON Loving Sarah Owning Sarah Keeping Sarah Dark Warrior 

 

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‘Red-Light Wrangler’ by Bella Settarra ‘The Men of Moone Mountain’ Book 2 

Can a bad reputation hide a good heart?
After realizing everyone he has been with only wanted him for his money, Rich Buchanan, the billionaire’s son, gives up the dream of a serious relationship and gets his kicks sleeping around. He prefers men, but he only brings home women, since his father would be horrified to find out Rich was gay. But secrets are hard to keep among the rich, and his antics soon earn him the nickname “The Red-Light Wrangler” when people discover that money exchanges hands whenever he sleeps with a guy.
When Nate Walker starts work as Assistant Foreman at the Buchanan Ranch, his good looks and gorgeous body immediately pique Rich’s interest. And despite the gossip, Nate can’t help falling for him, either. But when Rich’s cousin Joey decides to blackmail Rich to pay off his debts, he soon realizes he could get much more out of the situation. Outing his gay cousin and causing a rift between Rich and his father could be just the thing to secure his own position as Frank Buchanan’s sole heir.
Rich has no one to turn to but his lover. But Nate has secrets of his own, and his reasons for being at the ranch are not entirely honorable...
Story Excerpt
“Sorry to hear about your dad, Rich.” Kent Freeman, the Deputy Sheriff, stood there with a grim expression on his face. “Mind if I come in?” Rich stood back, allowing the tall, handsome guy into his house. He had expected him to go straight into the office, but Kent turned into the sitting room where his eyes went directly to the small table. Shit! Rich felt his stomach lurch as Kent stared down at the note. “This arrive today?” “Yeah. I just found it in the mailbox.” Rich frowned. He had expected Kent to be surprised by the note, but he seemed to take it in his stride. “Mind if I get it fingerprinted?” Kent asked, not even touching the paper. Rich shrugged. “Be my guest. You know who it’s from?” Kent sighed as he put on a glove before placing the note in a plastic bag he pulled from his back pocket. “Do you?” “I’ve got my suspicions,” Rich replied. “Let me guess. Your cousin Joey or Cole Jackson?” Rich gawped at him. “How in hell do you know that?” “You should’ve come to us right at the beginning,” Kent admonished. “Could’ve saved everyone a lot of time and trouble.” “You took Cole Jackson in about the poisoning, said you couldn’t pin anything on him,” Rich reminded him. “Anything after that would just sound like sour grapes.” “We didn’t know about your cousin trying to blackmail you. Or Dan Robertson’s involvement.” Kent looked at him, shaking his head. Rich sighed. “Kent, you know how it is. I’m gay, man. Dad’ll go mad if he finds out. I’ll lose everything.” He slumped into the nearest armchair, and Kent followed suit in the one opposite. “Being gay ain’t a crime, Rich, but blackmail is. And so is poisoning horses.” “I know, but Dad won’t see it that way. He’ll disown me, I know he will. Joey knows it, too.” “That’s what he’s banking on,” Kent agreed. “But you’ve lost half your livestock because of this. And if you can’t prove you didn’t do it yourself you won’t even get the insurance pay out.” Rich took a swig of his whiskey. “So, will this prove I didn’t do it?” He gestured to the note which the deputy had put in his pocket. Kent Freeman shook his head. “Nope. I’m afraid it just gives you a motive.”

Adult Excerpt
Suddenly Rich grabbed hold of Wyatt’s muscular arms and pulled him down onto the bed. He got up and stood over him, yanking the blond guy’s long, hairy legs over his shoulders. He heard a loud gasp as he hauled him down the bed to get a better position. Wyatt grabbed a condom from the nightstand and passed it up to Rich. He snatched it out of his hand and grinned when he opened it. Ribbed. He rolled the rubber onto his pulsating dick and yanked the guy’s hairy ass open. He heard a yelp, but paid him no heed. He watched Wyatt screw his eyes shut and barked at him. “Look at me!” Wyatt’s eyes shot open and he stared up at him. Rich had a sense of satisfaction at his control. He lined his cock up to the gaping asshole and stared into Wyatt’s eyes as he thrust past the tight rim. “Aah!” Wyatt’s panicked eyes seemed to glaze over and his jaw tensed. Rich massaged the guy’s ass with one hand, while stroking his cock with the other until Wyatt’s face relaxed. Then he pumped hard into him, eliciting another loud yell. The cowboy’s shouts soon became excited as the pain must have morphed to pleasure and he began grunting with each thrust. Rich grinned as he pounded hard into the guy’s ass. He needed this. He closed his eyes and Nate Walker’s face flashed into his mind. He felt himself grinning as he thrust harder and harder, visualizing Nate lying naked before him, Nate groaning in ecstasy. When Rich opened his eyes they were watery and glazed. All he could see was a mass of blond hair on the bed and, with his mind still on Nate Walker, he moaned loudly. He felt the body beneath him thrusting back toward him and heard fevered yelps and groans. The fire in his belly was roaring now and he felt like his whole body was a raging furnace. He hammered hard into the ass under him, yanking on the dick in his hand. With a loud grunt the body he was fucking convulsed and he felt cum like boiling lava trailing down his hand. His own orgasm wracked him and he pounded hard into the guy’s ass, over and over. Lights flashed in front of his eyes and he heard himself roar as relief swept through him. He just kept thrusting until he was finally satisfied. His breathing was rampant as he slunk onto the bed next to his partner, and he felt the cool air wash over his sweating body. Both men lay in silence, heaving at the air, eyes closed for several minutes. Rich’s eyes opened slowly and he stared at the face next to his. For a split second he had actually expected to see Nate Walker lying there, but realized in horror that it wasn’t. While Wyatt’s eyes were still closed, Rich shot to his feet and grabbed his clothes before heading off to find the bathroom down the hall. He disposed of the condom and splashed cold water over his face and torso. His breathing was still rapid and he took a glass of water to try to recover himself. Pulling his clothes back onto his still-sweaty body felt horrid, and he left his shirt unbuttoned, hoping that the cold night air would cool him off a bit. His head automatically faced the bedroom when he retreated from the bathroom, but he thought better of it. Like a thief in the night he made for the front door and slipped out. The cold night air bit him hard, and he shivered as he climbed into his car. Opening the windows wide he relished the freezing cold of the wind as it swept through his hair and over his flushed body. He needed the cold. He needed the space. He needed Nate Walker.
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About Bella Settarra 
In Bella’s world all the heroes are gorgeous hunks and the heroines are always beautiful. Having said that, she firmly believes that ‘handsome is as handsome does’ and that ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder’. (She is also a big fan of clichés as well as alliteration!)She has been hanging out with her ‘imaginary friends’ for a couple of years now and finds the profession exhilarating and intriguing.  Her stories are all Erotic Romances, although they vary considerably in subject-matter. She loves writing Cowboy Romances and was thrilled when the first book in her The Men of Moone Mountain series, (Etopia Press), entitled Ménage on Moone Mountain, received a nomination for the Ménage Romances Fan’s Award 2015 and became an ARe Bestseller, and the third book in this series, Ménage on Ryder Ranch was also nominated for the Erotic Ménages Romances 2016 . The fourth book in this series, Ménage at the Mode Boutique is now also available in digital format. She is currently writing another Cowboy series, Midnight in Montana (Siren Publishing), the first of which, Dallas at Midnight, is already available, with the second, Meet Me at Midnight due for release in June 2016. Her Collar and Cuffs series (Etopia Press) also received an ARe Bestseller Award for Waiting on Summer, which has also been nominated for the BDSM Writers Con Golden Flogger Award 2016. This series was set in a BDSM club in Miami, and was a joy to write.Her writing career began, however, in the fantasy/myth genre, with her first series Sirens and Sailors (Siren Publishing). Although this was a series of six novels, it actually started out as a short story! This was a delight to write and was proof positive that her High School Classical Studies lessons weren’t wasted.She has also had a couple of short stories published in Men for Hire and Men for Hire2 (Luminosity Publishing) and even had some rather raunchy poems included in Coming Together in Verse. Not everyone is perfect – but it’s the character flaws which make them interesting, she believes. As in life, things don’t always run smoothly, but it’s the twists and turns which provide the drive to keep going, even when it just feels like an uphill struggle. Bella is currently fighting her own battle against breast cancer – a battle which she is determined to win – and believes that all women have the right to feel sexy even when they are battle-scarred.She hopes you enjoy your foray into her world and would love to connect with you at:       http://bellasettarrabooks.blogspot.co.ukFacebook: http://www.facebook.com/#!/bella.settarraFacebook: http://facebook.com/bpages/BellaSettarraTwitter: http://twitter.com-BellaSettarraEmail: bellasettarra@gmail.com

Red-Light Wrangler by Bella SettarraQ & A
Q.  Red-Light Wrangler is the second book in The Men of Moone Mountain Series. How come it’s a MM story whereas the first was MMF?A.  The Men of Moone Mountain are a mixed bunch, some gay, some bi and even some straight! It is a very open-minded community where no-one worries too much about their neighbor’s sexuality so anything goes. Each book in the series is written as a stand-alone novel, so you don’t have to read the whole series to understand each book, although some of the same characters will crop up in each of the books. Rich Buchanan appeared in Menage on Moone Mountain and I really wanted to give him his own story.
Q.  Was this your first MM or ManLove story?A.  Red-Light Wrangler was my first full-length MM novel, although I did have a gay couple of pirates in Secrets of the Siren (Siren Publishing), which was fun to write.I enjoyed the challenge of writing Rich Buchanan and Nate Walker as both vulnerable and alpha-male at the same time, and would certainly write other MM characters in the future.
Q.  Will there be any other MM pairings in The Men of Moone Mountain series?A.  Not yet. Book three in the series, Ménage on Ryder Ranch is a MFM story, and the book after that, Ménage at the Mode Boutique is another MMF, as was the first book in the series, Ménage on Moone Mountain, which has been my most popular novel so far. I wouldn’t rule it out, though ;)
Q.  As a British author, how hard is it to write about ranches and to set your stories in America? It must be a totally different culture for you.A. Indeed. This is a question I am often asked and a very good point. I do a lot of research into ranching and have learned a lot about the day-to-day functioning of American ranches, just so I can add the ‘normalities’ into my stories. A lot of information is available in books and on the internet, and I also have friends in the States who have experience of working on ranches, families who own them, and a few who have had working holidays on dude-ranches (they’re great for the nitty-gritty gossip about what really goes on as well as the ‘inner-workings’!) ;)Also, writing stories relies mostly on using the imagination, and as authors we often set our novels in unreal and fantastic worlds. For instance, there would be no sci-fi novels if we all had to rely on going into space or time-travel in order to write them; and shape-shifters and werewolves might be unheard of without an author’s imagery. Then there are vampires, fairies, all things supernatural and paranormal, the list goes on and on. Basically all stories require a certain amount of creativity – the skill comes from drawing a reader into our world and making them believe, even for a short while, that they have been transported to another place.
Q.  Are your characters based on anyone in real life?  A.  Hmm, that would be telling!!!!  Actually, although it would be wrong of me to write about anyone who could be recognizable in any of my stories, I do find myself picking ‘aspects’ of people to add to my fictional cast. For instance, the handsome looks of an actor’s face might merge with the great body of model, while a friend’s mannerisms or accent might mingle with the vulnerability or humor of someone else. Even then, when it seems I have constructed the ideal hero or heroine, I like to throw in a few flaws just to make them a little imperfect – that’s how they get their character and make them relatable and interesting, in my book(s).  
 


 
 

 Wolf's Blade The Paladins Book One


Samantha Dixon rescues a wounded wolf shifter in the woods near her home … and unwittingly gets drawn into a dangerous game of cat and mouse with a murderer. Callum Blake is on the trail of an evil man who would be king of all wolf kind, no matter the cost … it’s up to Callum to stop him. How can Callum fulfill his duty to protect his pack and save the woman who is destined to be his mate?



Wolf's Blade Author Clare DarginSeries The PaladinsBook # 1Genre Contemporary, Paranormal, Shifters, WolvesHeat Level 4Words 32,000Content Notes Intense, Extreme Violence, Non-Sexual Physical AssaultPublication Date 12/28/2015

Excerpt: 
Callum Blake growled and grabbed his forearm. He opened his clenched fist as the nails on his hand morphed into long dark claws. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as he fought the urge to shift. He pounded the tree and glanced up at the night sky and prayed in agony to the wolf goddess. He pleaded for help. He’d take anything she had to offer if it would provide even the smallest amount of relief.Nothing. The pain continued. He shook his head and grimaced in an attempt to remove the fog that was starting to shroud his mind. He silently cried out to her again.
Why are you silent? You’re the reason I took this mission and now you’re allowing me to suffer?His frustration mingled with his physical pain, adding to his misery. The beast fought its way to the surface. He opened his mouth and howled. A mixture of a roar and a yell, it relieved some of the tension within him, but it did not drive away the urge to shift. Leaning against the tree, he dug his claws into the bark, burrowing deep grooves as he exerted his strength against the muscle contraction. His pulse pounded in his ears as sweat poured down on his face. Unlike his wolf self who resided peacefully inside of him, his lycan did not have the same kind of placating nature. It yielded only to the strongest of commands exerted to it from his mind. It was supposed to live in harmony just as his inner wolf, but it refused.
For wolf shifters, their human and wolf self were like two individuals abiding in one nature. One innately human, sharing some of the same abilities and desires as regular people only with keener senses and more powerful instincts. The other, their wolf side was wild and untamed. It acted on a gut responses, using its innate sixth sense to interact with the world around it. The wolf freely gave into its passions, choosing strength and cunning over calculated reasoning.
The lycan, however, was a being whose nature lived far beyond that of the wolf. Not present in all wolf shifters, it was like a curse of their wolf self causing them to revert to a primitive version of their wolf self. Acting on impulse and rage, the lycan did not use reason or soft emotions like joy, love, and happiness, it understood violence.

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Author Bio
Clare Dargin is a multi-published romance author. She has written for several publishers in different genres, including erotic romance, military romance, contemporary, paranormal, and sci-fi. She lives in the mid-west, and when not surfing the web, she is hard at work writing her next romance novel. You can find her on Facebook, Twitter, Google Plus, and Amazon.

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