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One moment Alice is locked up, her life over. Next she’s in a new and confusing, yetwonderful world with her life just beginning.Alice had always been different and for that she had been locked away and called crazysince she was a child. Just when she thinks that her life is over something wonderful happens.

She enters a whole new world and discovers that this is where she has always been meant to be

and she truly begins to live.

Pete had been right about at least one thing—the Crazy Fun Hat Shop was not somethingthat anyone could miss. On a street full of other non-descript businesses, it looked like a circushad exploded in the middle of the street. Bright colors everywhere, and the store windows filledwith some of the most magnificent hats she had ever seen. People were leaving with hatboxes

under their arms as she saw more entering the shop. She better get in there and help. Mind

problems or not, she should do her job.

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her eyes, yet she found it to be the most beautiful place she had ever seen in any dream or

dimension. She was about to try on a beautiful feather concoction, when a frantic masculine

voice called out from behind her, “Alice! Thank god! I am swamped! It’s the week before the

Kentucky Derby! You know that is the busiest time of year here! Hurry, get over here and check

these customers out. There will be enough time for dress up later.”

When she turned towards the voice that she knew to belong to Jon, her boss, she stopped

dead in her tracks again. This time frozen by the sight of the handsomest man whom she could

recall seeing anywhere standing behind the counter looking frazzled. His longish brown hair was

all amiss, as if he had forgotten to comb it when he got up. His chocolate brown eyes were wide

and slightly crazed, and his strong jaw was set and tense. She rushed toward him, remembering

him a little, and knowing he was always kind to her. Once the customers were gone, she knew he

would help her with the memory problem.

“Alice, thank the gods you finally made it! All these customers and I still have special

orders to finish! Are you feeling all right? You’ve never been late before. I was frightened when I

called Pete to check on you!” He said all of this in frantic fashion.

Meanwhile, Alice’s breath caught in her throat as he gave her a quick hug. She scented a

whiff of sweat. He smelled like a man, and the closeness to his toned body made her feel faint.

She shook her head, knowing she needed to pull herself together and work—and figure out what

was going on with her memory. She should definitely not be fantasizing about her boss.

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Sheri Velarde, who also uses the pen name Kelly Ryan, lives in New Mexico andgrew up with a fascination for all things that “go bump in the night”, so it is no wonderthat she turned to writing paranormal romance. She has recently been branching out intoother genres of romance, including historical and contemporary, but her heart still lies in

the realms of paranormal.

In her spare time, she fancies herself a cyrptozoologist and loves to paranormal

related outings, searching for things that might not really exist. She is an avid exerciser

and gets some of her best ideas while on runs. She also has a bit of a wild side, which

only leads to inspiration for her writing.

Being an avid reader since an early age, she has wanted to be a writer for as

long as she can remember. She has been writing all her life, but only recently started to

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Miranda’s Mate

The Company Store 1

Ann Gimpel



As an agent for an international security firm, Miranda has her hands full. Between

secretly lusting after her boss, Garen, and making sure the dirty little secret about her

double life as a wolf shifter remains hidden, she’s still a virgin at nearly thirty.

Sent to eliminate the head of a human trafficking organization in Amsterdam, she

barely escapes with her life. Injured, frightened, and under attack the second her private

jet lands in the U.S., she doesn’t know where to turn.

Garen’s been watching Miranda just as surreptitiously as she’s been eying him.

Unfortunately, the fact that she works for him is a showstopper. Plus, Garen has a few

secrets of his own that have kept him single. He’s frantic once he discovers his oldest

friend is besotted with Miranda too. When she insists on heading up a covert operation,

he’s worried sick but can’t come up with a plausible reason to stop her.

Miranda’s life is on the line. Will Garen risk exposure to save her?



Chapter 1

The Gulfstream G280 shuddered as it banked hard right. Miranda Miller pushed one of the window blinds aside; it was black as pitch outside the aircraft. She felt like warmed-over crap. Her mouth tasted sour; her eyes were hot and gritty. She rubbed them and tallied how long it had been since she’d slept. At least two days. She reached for a Styrofoam cup in its no-spill metal holder, sloshed cold coffee around her mouth, and swallowed.

Her headset hummed. “Wakey, wakey, fraulein,” a heavily accented German voice rumbled. “We land at JFK as soon as the tower clears us.”

“What?” Fear sliced through her fatigue. “I told you we needed a smaller airport.”

“Sorry, fraulein. This one was closest. We are below recommended minimums on fuel.”

She considered asking the pilot why he hadn’t planned better but decided not to antagonize him. It was bad enough they were flying without a copilot—probably against FAA regulations. She had a dummied-up commercial pilot’s license tucked in her wallet under one of her many assumed names. Hopefully it matched the one on her phony passport. She hadn’t had time to check. If it came down to it, she’d been instructed to tell the tower she’d copiloted the flight.

“I need you to move into the cockpit, fraulein.”

“Alrighty. Give me a minute.”

“You do not have much more than that. I do not wish further difficulties with the U.S. authorities.”

Miranda wondered just what other problems the pilot might be referring to. She almost asked him, and then decided she didn’t really care. Her international security company engaged professionals. Most of them came from either the military or law enforcement and had checkered pasts. She unbuckled her seat belt and stumbled to her feet. Her crumpled, black pantsuit stank, but maybe only to her lycan senses. She hoped humans wouldn’t be able to smell stale blood and sweat. Her body ached, especially her ribs where her target had slammed a lead pipe into her. She fingered her side and wondered if anything was broken. Not much you could do for ribs. They had to mend on their own.

A few steps took her to the tiny head in the rear of the aircraft. She splashed cold water on her face and winced when she took a good look at her scraped knuckles. Her target in Amsterdam—head of a worldwide human trafficking organization—had been much harder to eliminate than she’d expected. She’d needed her supernatural speed and strength—and her wolf form. One more face-dunking in cold water and she grabbed a towel to dry herself.

“Now, fraulein.” The jet shuddered again as its landing gear clicked into place.

The pilot sounded so panicked she rushed down the aisle and pulled open the cockpit door. He grabbed her arm and nearly threw her into the empty seat. “Watch it!” she snapped; her upper lip pulled into a snarl. Claws pressed against the ends of her fingertips. Miranda struggled for control. Her wolf wanted to kill the human who’d manhandled her.

“Sorry.” The pilot’s voice was mild. She recognized compulsion beneath his words and wondered just what he was. “I do not wish to draw anyone’s attention,” he went on smoothly. “The rules regarding business-class jets are in constant flux.” He glanced at her with gray eyes that didn’t miss much. “Are you hurt?”

She nodded. “My, um, assignment ran into unexpected snags.”

“Will you require medical attention before you proceed to the West Coast?”

She snorted. What a subtle way of asking if she’d been shot or stabbed. Lars Kinsvogel—or whatever his name really was—had obviously dealt with people like her before. Something he said caught her attention. “Won’t you be my pilot?”

He shook his head. “Someone fresh will relieve me.”

“Will I be able to stay aboard?”

He shot her an odd look. “Of course not. You must go through customs.”

She rolled her eyes. Her lips pressed into a thin line. “That’s why I wanted to land somewhere inland.”

His gray eyes narrowed. “All flights from foreign destinations are subject to customs, no matter what the airport. Is this your first international assignment?”

Heat rose to her face. “No.” She was damned if she’d say anything else. She didn’t know him from Adam.

The radio crackled. The pilot responded in pilotese and banked the plane. “Flights from Europe are cleared to land at certain airports. With the fuel we have left, we could have landed in Philadelphia or Newark, but I have a feeling those two destinations would not meet your needs, either. What are you afraid of?”

Miranda wasn’t certain what she could tell him. Company policy was clear. Talk to no one. “Never mind.”

She thought about Garen, her boss and chairman for The Company. She’d been half in love with his razor-sharp mind, lithe build, salt-and-pepper hair, and sky-blue eyes for years, but he didn’t see her as anything but a junior-grade agent. Rumor had it he scarcely acknowledged employees until they’d become full-fledged operatives. If her fellows were any indication, she had a way to go. At least a few more assignments. And then there was the problem of her being a lycan. She sighed; fantasies of Garen went up in smoke like they always did. It was nice to dream, but Miranda steered clear of men. Between her wolf side and her somewhat unorthodox career, intimate relationships carried too much risk of discovery. She relied on her fingers, a vibrator, and the occasional one-night stand to take the edge off her needs.

The jet banked yet again and dropped lower. Its wheels made contact, and the pilot hit the brakes. Because she wasn’t belted in, Miranda nearly plunged into the instrument cluster. Lars made an aggravated clucking sound, but he didn’t say anything. They taxied off the runway.

“Since I have to get off, I need to get my things together.”

“Wait until the aircraft comes to a complete stop, fraulein.”

He sounded so much like a bot, she stifled a laugh. The plane moved smoothly into an enclosed hangar. Once it rolled to a halt, she pushed out of her seat, returned to the passenger compartment, and unhooked her small duffel from the wall. Lars’ breath hissed against her ear. “Where are your weapons?”

“On me and in my bag.”

“Put everything in your bag. Clips separate.”

“I’m not that stupid.” She pulled a 9mm semiautomatic from its shoulder holster and punched the button to discharge its clip. She drew back the slide, extracted the chambered bullet, and stuffed it into the clip. Next came a snub-nosed .38 revolver and two knives. She spun the chamber to make certain all the bullets were out and then placed everything in locked gun cases in her carry-on.

Lars still stood practically on top of her. She met his gaze, noticing they were about the same height, which meant he was five feet eleven. “Yes?” She quirked a tired brow.

“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” His hands settled on her shoulders. She smelled his arousal and knew he had a hard-on without even looking.

“Christ! Not now.” She spun from beneath his grip. “Let’s just get through customs and allow whoever’s knocking on the cabin door to search the plane.”

“We will have some downtime in the terminal. At least an hour.” He sounded hopeful.

Miranda looked at him. Really looked at him. Lars was attractive in a Teutonic sort of way with ice-blond hair and gray eyes. His trim body suggested he worked out. Interest flickered but then died. She shook her head. “I haven’t slept for forty-eight hours. I’m dead on my feet.”

“Why did you not sleep during the flight? The air was smooth.”

Good question. She’d wondered the same thing. “I did, just not much. Too keyed up.”

He shouted something in German to whoever was pounding on the cabin door and took her arm. “I will watch over you until you are safely back in the plane.”

She opened her mouth to tell him it wasn’t necessary, but something in his face stopped her. In that moment, she understood he was a trained operative just like her. His role this time around happened to be pilot, but she was certain he’d stood in her shoes before. “Which branch of the military trained you?”

He shook his head and let go of her arm. “It does not matter. Follow me, fraulein.”

She shouldered her duffel and walked to the rear cabin door. Lars had just sprung the locks. He spoke soothingly in German to an obviously agitated customs officer. The agent’s beady, black eyes settled on her. “Do you speak English?”

“Yes. Is there a problem, sir? It’s been a long flight, and both of us are tired. It took me a while to get my bag together.”

The agent, nostrils flared, looked intently at her and then waved them down the jet’s steps. “Customs is the last door at the north end of the hangar,” he barked. “Don’t even think of running. This hangar is locked and fully alarmed.”

Lars placed a hand beneath her elbow and guided her across a concrete floor. “It is best if we do not deviate from a straight line,” he muttered.

“Holy crap,” she said. “Why are they so uptight?”

He shrugged. “As you Americans say, it goes with the territory.” He grinned, displaying very white, very even teeth. “Everything we do and say between here and the customs area is filmed and recorded.”



Really good book and first of the series. This book has action and passion which you can’t go wrong with. This story has these two trying to deny their urges and not doing very well at it. The one friend is hilarious, made me laugh. I love shifter books and this one did not disappoint.
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Miranda’s Mate



Forever and a Day

The Company Store Series #2

By Ann Gimpel


Tamara MacBride has a much bigger problem than hiding her shifter

side from the world. By the skin of her teeth, and with a smattering of

Irish luck, she manages to kill her sister’s murderer. Escaping from the

scene of the crime is proving much harder than she anticipated. Just

when she thinks she might be safe, her cab driver shrieks and slumps

over the wheel. She cowers in the back seat, too scared to run, expecting

the next bullet will be for her.

An unknown assailant terminates Lars Kinsvogel’s target. Pleased by the

outcome, after all dead is dead, Lars exchanges the glitz of Monto Carlo

for a nearby airport intent on collecting the private plane he left there.

He’s no sooner arrived when a cab jumps the curb. His instincts blare a

warning, but Lars ignores them and trots over to investigate. There’s not

much he can do for the cabbie, but his passenger is still very much

alive—and absolutely stunning. It takes some tall talking, but she agrees

to come with him.

Espionage operations and runaway love travel halfway around the globe

as Tamara learns to accept her shifter side, and Lars embraces what’s

been missing from his long life. Initially reticent to trust one another, it

takes a series of crises and a near-fatal accident for them to take a

chance on love—and each other.

Lars Kinsvogel sucked in an annoyed breath. Anxiety and greed thickened the air in Monte Carlo’s Place de Casino, and he stifled a choking sound. Damn his hypersensitive shifter senses. If it weren’t for them, the desperation hovering around him wouldn’t be quite so palpable. Casinos were always like this, though, a haven for the rash and reckless. What had likely begun as a harmless pastime turned into hardcore addiction for an unfortunate few, forcing them to return again and again despite diminishing returns.

Hope springs eternal. All the poor sods need is one more spin of the wheel, another hand of cards… Lars looked up, right into the croupier’s beady gaze.

“Would monsieur like to place a bet?” The croupier grinned with all the warmth of a hammerhead shark, displaying a mouthful of bad teeth. What was it with the French and their aversion to dentistry? Lars shook his head and made shooing motions with one hand. He’d have to either join the baccarat game soon, or move on, but he could get away with loitering for a few more minutes without drawing undue attention to himself.

His target, a powerfully built man with Asian features revealing his half-Chinese ancestry, had an arm slung around a striking brunette. Maybe she was one of the hookers who worked the casino circuit, maybe she was a steady thing for the man. Lars considered it and decided she could be both. Around five feet eight, she had a lush, curvy body, hair cut into a stylish bob that fell a few inches past her shoulders, and memorable eyes the color of a restless ocean. A short, black sheath hugged her like a second skin. Open nearly to her waist, it displayed half her full breasts. Even though Lars’ appraisal was surreptitious, he forced his gaze elsewhere. The woman was sex incarnate, and he didn’t need anything diverting him from his objective.

Jaret Chen pressed chips into his companion’s hand and urged her to pick a number. He gave one of her breasts a familiar squeeze, which earned him a smile, perfectly rouged lips stretching over impossibly straight teeth—and a slight shake of her head. Color stained her tanned skin. Lars realized he was looking at the woman again, wondering how her breasts would feel beneath his fingers. She seemed uncomfortable with Jaret’s frank exploration of her body, so she probably wasn’t a pro. For some unexplained reason, Lars felt relieved. The woman was too elegant to earn her living lying on her back.

He snorted to himself and studied the flashing display above the baccarat table. Maybe the woman wasn’t French. That might explain her perfect teeth—and her discomfort with having her body mauled in public. At least she held Jaret’s attention. So far the drug dealer hadn’t spared him so much as a sidelong glance. Lars had never met the man, but knew a great deal about him from an extensive dossier provided by The Company, Lars’ international security employer. Deeply involved in the heroin trade from the Middle East, across the Mediterranean, and into Europe, Jaret was one of the principals in a large operation—and Lars’ current project.

He sized the man up. Maybe six feet, he had a barrel chest. Strongly muscled arms strained against the fabric of his cream-colored silk dress shirt. His art deco tie had been loosened. Dark eyes, pronounced cheekbones, and straight dark hair cut short blended with his business attire. For all intents and purposes, he was indistinguishable from the phalanx of wealthy—and wannabe wealthy—men circulating through the casino. Lars glanced at his own cream-colored silk shirt and black linen pants. With the exception that his tie was still firmly knotted, he and Jaret were dressed as twins.

Guess neither of us wanted to stick out in anyone’s memory.

Lars glanced at his Rolex. Close to midnight and time to move on. He’d seen enough. Now it was a matter of figuring out where and when to strike. These things always went more smoothly when they were nearly invisible. He melted into the crowd and made his way outside. The casino fronted the French Riviera; Lars stood looking out at the Mediterranean for long moments. The water was quiet tonight, waves barely slapping the white sand beach. His cell phone, set on silent, vibrated against his hip, and he tugged it from a pocket to look at the display.

Private. Damn! Could be anyone.

Lars punched the answer icon, held the phone to his ear, and waited. No need to say anything until he knew who was on the other end.

“Are you somewhere you can talk?” Lars inhaled sharply as Garen LeRochefort’s voice came through the phone’s speaker. Another shifter, Garen had founded The Company hundreds of years ago. The mechanics of the spy game had changed drastically between the late seventeen hundreds and modern times, but the basics—kill or be killed—hadn’t altered much. Everyone who worked for The Company was some type of shifter. Lars’ animal form was a mountain lion, Garen’s a wolf.

Lars loped farther down the beach until he cleared several couples engaged in deep, hungry kisses. “What has happened?” Something must have, or Garen wouldn’t have risked contact.

“You need to leave.”

“But I have not—”

“Doesn’t matter,” Garen cut in. “I’ll explain when you’re back in the office on a fully scrambled line.”

Lars thought about his twin engine Piper Seneca waiting at the Nice airport, fifteen miles from Monte Carlo. It gave him freedom to come and go, and was much cheaper to operate than the business class jets he also owned. “Maybe I could still—”

“No!” The one word thundered so loud, Lars moved the phone away from his ear. “Don’t even go back to your room.” Garen hesitated. “Old friend. Trust me on this.” The line went dead.

Lars stared at the iPhone’s display and dropped the cellular device back into his pocket. He’d been compromised. He wasn’t certain quite how, and a part of him was curious as hell. He kept walking, swinging in a wide circle to head back toward the Hotel de Paris. Garen had said not to return to his room, but if he were careful, maybe he could learn something critical that would help their side.

Ja, forewarned is forearmed,” he muttered. Keycard in hand, he let himself into a side door of the rambling old structure, got his bearings, and started cautiously up a stairwell. His suite was on the second floor, at the very end of the wing facing the Mediterranean. He’d always loved the old hotel with its thick, patterned carpets and antique lighting and furnishings. Staying next to the walls, he used a bit of shifter magic to cast a don’t look here spell. It wouldn’t keep someone determined from seeing him, but it didn’t require much magic, either.

He entered the second floor a few doors from his own and scanned the empty hallway, his senses on high alert. Midnight was early in Monte Carlo, a city where people frequently stayed up through dawn and slept the day away, so he fully expected to see other guests, but the hall was mercifully empty. He padded silently toward his door and examined it, wishing he’d set a trap. He inhaled, trying to sort scents, but there were too many to make sense of. He could leave, just walk away like Garen had almost ordered him to, but Lars had never been a coward, and he was more intrigued than frightened. He’d spent years worming his way out of dicey situations. This was just one more, and he was damned if he’d walk away from his things. Not unless he had to.

He took a deep breath, tugged his guaranteed-not-to-set-off-metal-detectors .32 caliber revolver from its ankle holster, and shoved the key card into the slot in the door. A tiny electric motor hummed and the deadbolt snicked out of the way. He turned the latch, kicked the door open, and turned from side to side scanning the sitting room of his suite, gun at the ready. Lars waited in the doorway, barely breathing, and then he heard a muted click, followed by an unmistakable whirr, and knew.

A bomb.

He cursed in German, not knowing if he was more annoyed with the turn of events or with himself for not taking Garen’s advice and getting the hell out of there.

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Really good read! 4 1/2 stars is what I should be able to give it. Loved all the action and suspense. These two were destined to meet. He has lived for hundreds of years and had given up on finding a mate. She had never met another shifter other than her family and thought she never would, so she had given up too. When they meet they are drawn together with such force there was no denying their attraction. I loved how he instantly felt the need to protect her. Her way of speaking was very funny, I really liked her outlook on things and how easily she accepted his way of life. this series is very well done, and I liked how the stories blended together. If there is a next one I will definitely be reading it.
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Ann Gimpel is an Amazon Top 100 bestselling fantasy and romance author. She’s also a clinical psychologist with a Jungian bent. Avocations include mountaineering, skiing, wilderness photography and, of course, writing. A lifelong aficionado of the unusual, she began writing speculative fiction a few years ago. Since then her short fiction has appeared in a number of webzines and anthologies. Her longer books run the gamut from urban fantasy to paranormal romance. She’s published 25 books to date, with several more contracted for 2014.

A husband, grown children, grandchildren and three wolf hybrids round out her family.

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One inexperienced witch. One rogue vampire. Thrown together by fate, they must breakher family’s curse before time runs out for them both.For nearly two centuries, every female descendant of the witch Rebecca Grey has died

mysteriously at the age of twenty-one. The last of her line, Selena Grey has done everything

to live a normal life. That is until she learns of the curse placed on her family. Selena’s 21st

birthday is coming soon and she has to find a way to break the curse and live.

Decan Colt wants more than anything to be normal again. For 160 years, he has walked

the earth a blood-thirsty monster, a vampire. He was traded and trained at a young age to be his

mother’s revenge on Rebecca Grey and her family. But when he sees his latest target, he falters.

Something about Selena Grey reminds him of the humanity he thought he had lost so long ago.

When Decan refuses to kill Selena, his maker decides to take matters into his own hands.

Together, they must break the curse or face the wrath of an older vampire bent on vengeance.

Will they be the latest victims of the Grey Curse?

“This one’s the last of her line. There are no others, Deke.” He held up a file and tossed itto Decan.Catching it, he thumbed through the small stack of papers and moved back to his

recliner. “Selena Michelle Grey, born October 31st, 1991. Hair, blonde. Eyes, blue. Only child to

Thomas and Melissa Grey.” Decan closed the folder and leaned back in his chair. The last Grey.

It meant his life’s purpose had almost been completed. What would he do when the time came

when there were no more “missions?” There had been a time when it had seemed impossible. He

had spent his exceedingly long life fulfilling his mother’s wishes. Running a hand through his

hair, he gave it a tug before peering back up at his maker.

“After this one, I’ll be free?”

Nikolai’s lips turned up in a small smile. “You’ll be free. You know the drill. You have

until her twenty-first birthday to do recon. Study her habits—where she goes, who she sees.

October thirty-first, you strike.”

Before Decan could blink, the elder man disappeared. He glanced back down at the file

in his hands and smirked. The last Grey. How would he deal with this one? A fire? Or maybe

a drowning? It happened a lot with the Ohio River being so close. Whatever he did, he had to

make sure it looked like an accident. They didn’t need people looking for a murderer. It was one

of their rules. Always make it appear accidental. Decan couldn’t afford to be caught. After 100

years, he had gotten good at his job. First, with Violet Grey. Then Mary Sue and April Grey,

Nancy Grey Callis and last had been Elizabeth Grey. Five women he’d killed, all in his mother’s

name. But they had deserved it, they all did. And now this one would die and fulfill his mother’s


Proud, sassy and immensely stubborn, Krista Kelley is a stay-at-home wife and momwho will fearlessly boogie to any song just to see her daughter smile. When not wrangling anenergetic child, she can be found in her home office, pouring her heart into her writing while

guzzling the sweet nectar known as Starbucks. She loves a good romance novel and would much

rather spend her nights curled up on the couch with a book and her cat, Thor, than out on the


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Nightlord Lover by Kathy Kulig with my review and giveaway

 photo NightlordLover_HiRes_zpsad2d8176.jpgTitle: Nightlord Lover
Author: Kathy Kulig
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal
Sexual Heat: Erotica, Menage
Publish Date: July 23, 2014
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave


Warrior vampire Garrick Labar guards the secrets of the Guild. His comrade— vampire and sorcerer Ramon Travere—enforces the uneasy alliance between mortals and immortals. When Larissa Devine moves into town, both Garrick and Ramon are mesmerized and enraptured by her. They crave to claim her as their crimson swan and lover. But a new arrival is fair game and if they don’t claim her first, a band of renegades will.

Larissa finds a blistering-hot ménage with her protectors too intoxicating to resist. The immortals can’t deny their sexual attraction for her and sense her blood pulsing hot and furious whenever they are close. Erotic desires thrust her into a world of danger and seduction. When the renegade vampires attempt to destroy a hundred years of peace, Larissa is caught in the crossfire. Eternal love and carnal nights can be her future if she survives.

A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

My Review


Really liked this book. This is the first book I’ve read from this author and I will definitely be reading more. I really liked how these two vampire males were all about protecting and pleasing her and didn’t feel the need to dominate or get jealous of one another. I loved how they didn’t force her to do anything she didn’t want to do even thought they knew it would protect her to be their woman. This story was very interesting and kept me right there. I had to find out if the bad guys got the war they wanted. I hope there are more books to this story.

EXCERPT  Slightly toned down for blog

“Anything missing?” Garrick asked.

Larissa shook her head then charged back downstairs. “Why would they just mess

up the place without stealing anything?” Her throat tightened. “It’ll take me hours to

straighten this up in time for opening tomorrow.” Tears filled her eyes.

“Kids,” he said. “The door probably wasn’t closed tightly and the wind blew it

open. I’ll have Ramon take a look at it.”

“I should still call the police. The store was vandalized.”

“Don’t. I know the police chief. I’ll mention it to him tomorrow. If you call, you’ll

only have a bunch of cars out here and the gossip will spread all through town. You don’t

need that kind of publicity.” He started calling on his cell phone.

“Who are you calling?” she asked.

“Ramon and Jordan. I’m telling them to come over now to help straighten up.

Between the four of us, we’ll get your place in order.”

“But it’s so late.” Her words cracked.

“They won’t mind.” He hugged her. “You’ll see. We all work together here.”

His embrace felt heavenly warm and safe, made her feel protected and a little

turned on. Heat rushed to her face, embarrassed by her physical response to his touch.

What was wrong with her? He was showing her kindness and she was getting horny?

She pulled away, avoiding his gaze. “Thank you, Garrick. I’ll get started on the front


Twenty minutes later Ramon and Jordan entered the store. “Ramon Travere,”

he said by introduction, taking her hand and locking his gaze with hers with an obvious

flirtatious up-and-down once-over. Ramon was striking and hot. A few years younger

than she with long blond hair that fell past his shoulders. He wore leather pants and

boots and a black T-shirt with a bright-yellow smiley face with the addition of devil’s

horns and tail attached. Have a nice eternity was inscribed below.

If Garrick was the mysterious and muscular predator, Ramon was the sleek and

wild rock star.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding, Garrick,” Jordan exclaimed. “What a mess. Any idea

who did it?”

Garrick shot Jordan a glance and her eyes widened. “Doesn’t matter. We’ll get

everything ready for you, Larissa. Thank you for hiring me. Garrick said you needed the


Garrick’s expression revealed no clue as to who really arranged the employment.

For a college student, Larissa expected Jordan to be younger but she had to be in her

late twenties. Her blonde hair was fashioned in a perfect French braid. Her clothes

were casual but obviously pricy designer wear and usually far out of a college student’s

budget. There was no rich-girl-entitlement attitude, Larissa knew plenty of them in

her college. Jordan appeared to be a pleasant, smart and polite young woman. “You’re

welcome. I’m happy to have the help. I’ll start you with a few hours and when business

picks up, we can add more. How does that sound?”

“Works for me,” Jordan said. “Tell me where you want me to start.”

While Larissa, Jordan and Garrick put the merchandise back in order, refolded

and reorganized the displays, Ramon fixed the lock on the front door. The shock and

fear of having her new store vandalized eased with the presence of the two men and even

Jordan cast an aura of positive energy. Everything would work out well for her first day.

The business would thrive.

“Finished,” Ramon announced. “You have a new Schlage deadbolt lock. If anyone

tries getting in now, they’ll have to take down the door and frame with it. Want me to

add strobe lights and security cameras, Larissa? I can rig some kind of metallic net to

drop down and zap them.”

Larissa laughed. “No, the new locks are fine. Thanks. Send me the bill.”

He shook his head. “Garrick will take care of that.”

“That’s not necessary.”

Ramon walked up to her, took her hand in both of his and locked his gaze with

hers. “I left my card on your cash register. If you ever need anything, just call.” His

searing blue eyes had a mischievous glint and his lips twitched ever so slightly. Larissa

felt her stomach tingle as if she were going down the big dip of a rollercoaster with her

eyes closed and didn’t know if there was a bottom. Great, now she had the hots for two

men? That had never happened to her before.

She tried counting back to when she last had a date. After four months she

stopped counting. It was too depressing. No wonder she was responding to all the hot

guys in New Hope. Maybe she should consider dating after her business got off the

ground. After the holidays.

“Thank you, Ramon.” Her words came out in a breathy whisper. His name rolled

off her tongue. He continued to hold her hand and a wave of dizziness passed through

her. Closing her eyes, she hoped the sensation would pass. But then a flash of detailed

images drifted through her mind.

She was in a large living room, a place she’d never seen before. Ramon stood

naked before her in front of a blazing fireplace, the flickering light dancing over his

body, reflecting over every cut and angle of his muscles. He was gorgeous and aroused,

his cock hard and thick. His eyes glowed with an otherworldly blue glow. Holding out

his hand to her, she stepped forward and noticed that she too was naked. The heat of the

fireplace warmed her skin. She didn’t know why she wasn’t questioning the situation.

She only knew it seemed right and couldn’t resist.

Lie with me. Ramon’s words entered her head but she didn’t see his mouth move.

Yes, she answered with her own thoughts as she took his hand. Gently, he lifted

her in his arms and laid her on a thick fur on the floor. His body eased on top of her. Yes,

this is so good.

Larissa. Garrick’s voice called her from a distance. The light from the fireplace

highlighted his face. He was smiling despite the darkness in his eyes.

She held out a hand to him, asking him to join them. He nodded and the next

moment he was naked and lying beside her too. Two men, amazing. “Garrick,” she

whispered as his mouth came down on hers at the same time Ramon plunged his cock

into her.

“Larissa!” Garrick shouted. She blinked and saw him standing beside the door to

the storeroom.

Images of the old house, the fireplace and Ramon and Garrick making love to

her vanished, yet her heart still raced. Her vagina continued to contract on empty space

and her nipples bore stiff points through her sweater. She glanced at Ramon. Smiling

mischievously, he stared at her through half-lidded eyes. “Are you okay, Larissa? You

look dazed.” His mouth twitched in a wicked and mischievous grin.

“Yes,” she breathed. “I’m fine.”

“Everything looks in order in here,” Garrick said. “Please check on her tomorrow.

Make sure nothing is missing. You can go, Ramon.”

Ramon straightened and nodded.

“Thanks for your help,” Larissa said. Her heart continued to pound and her body

was still heated and aroused.

“My pleasure.” He turned to Garrick. “Night, Garrick.”

“I’ll be in touch,” he said. The moment they were alone, Garrick’s gaze swept over

her in a spine-melting look that made her nervous and horny. “You still seem shaken.

Don’t worry about the break-in.”

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Kathy Kulig is an New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author whose works include elements of BDSM and the paranormal. She has published several novels and novellas for Ellora’s Cave. Her latest release, Summer Sins, is part of a BDSM/ménage series called Dark Odyssey.And her upcoming release, Red Tape, is book one of the new FLC series of romantic suspense. Besides her career in writing, she has worked as a cytotechnologist, research scientist, medical technologist, dive master and stringer for a newspaper. Kathy resides in eastern Pennsylvania with her husband.


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The Vanishing by Rebekah Lewis with giveaway




Buy Link
A bad day spins out of control when Cadence finds herself in the middle of the Tulgy

Wood with a grinning cat who can vanish at will and a renown Wonderland hero in need of a

companion to the Red Queen’s court.

What happens when the hero who saved Wonderland from the destruction of the famed

Jabberwock needs to find a worthy paramour before the Red Queen picks one for him? Devrel,

the last of the Cheshire cats, has the perfect solution. He’ll just pluck one from the human world

and gift her to him for his un-birthday.

Realizing her friends were playing a joke on her, Cadence is heading home when she sees

the cat smiling at her. Next thing she knows, she’s in Wonderland and in the arms of a handsome

man who thinks she’s slightly unhinged upon meeting her. Intrigued by Gareth, Cadence makes

an offer to act as his companion in exchange for his protection as they journey from the Tulgy

Wood to the Red Kingdom—a simple solution which endangers both of their hearts as the castle

looms in the distance.

“Devrel,” the man called out. His forehead scrunched up, and she wondered what

troubled such a handsome man so.

The grinning cat appeared on the man’s shoulder, towering over him as he leaned down

and answered, actually answered, with, “She’s rather odd, isn’t she?”

At this, Cadence lost it. She laughed, only to be forced into a fit of hysterical giggles

when both the man and the cat glanced at each other and back at her.

“Mayhap I broke her,” Devrel said, smile faltering ever so slightly as he reached down

and swiped at the air in front of her face with huge paw.

The man sighed and shook his head. The hair falling over his forehead bounced with the

movement. “Why did you bring her?”

“Bring whom?”

He pinned Devrel with a glare.

The cat snickered. “I jest. It’s what I do. As for the girl…” Devrel faced her again. “Let me

fetch her some borogove feathers. We can mash them up to powder and have her drink them with

tea. I believe she’s befuddled.”

Rebekah Lewis holds a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature. She is an award-winning

cover artist for digital publishers, and enjoys every minute of it when not immersed into a world

of satyrs and Greek gods. Always feeling the need to be productive, she can be found creating

something whether with words or images, or with arts and crafts. She resides in Savannah, GA

with her cat, Bagheera.

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Cover Reveal Destiny’s Wings by Author: D.S. Schmeckpeper

Destiny’s Wings

Cover designed by EmCat Designs

Release Date: September 19, 2014
Author: D.S. Schmeckpeper
Genre: Epic Fantasy


Celeste is tired. She just wants to be left alone.

For centuries, the half-blooded elf has hidden herself away from the world and lived in isolation. Things have been peaceful, quiet. But some have a greater calling, a destiny. When the humans unwittingly set about a plan to release the source of all evil back into the world, Celeste is called upon by an old ally to stop them, and to keep all of Altierra safe.

Now she must face her past as she and her allies travel across the continent to save a world she has been apart from for eons. Will even her angelic birthright and druidic powers be enough to stop the rise of the last god?

She never asked to be a hero.

Destiny can be funny that way.

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Celeste moved her arms up and around Tarnelius’ neck, while his dropped to her waist. They deepened the kiss, their tongues exploring each other’s mouth and twisting together in an erotic tango. Tarnelius moaned into her mouth in pure rapture. She trembled from the sheer emotion of it all. She knew that if elves died when they had nothing more to live for, she and Tarnelius would live for an eternity because they had each other. This was truly their happily ever after.

He broke off the kiss and inched back, trying to catch his breath and running his hands up and down her body in a delicious caress. “Don’t stop,” she spoke inside his head. “Don’t ever stop.”

“Celeste, my angel. Don’t ask me that now. I will never be able to refuse you. Come on, I’m sure the others are spying on us out here, and I want our first time to be in private, not out here in the open where anyone could interrupt us.”

She leaned forward, offering her lips to him, pressing her body completely flush against his. He gave in and tried to give her only a brief kiss, but she reached up and tangled her hands into his golden hair, holding him against her. She moaned as she felt him straining against her and shivered as he caressed her wings.

He felt his control slipping as he kissed her with all the desperation of a starving man. They needed to get themselves under control or he would take her right there. When he felt her shiver he pulled back once more, running his hands again over her wings. She licked her lips and closed her eyes, breathing heavily. “Does that feel good, Angel?”

“Mmm,” she answered.

He gave her a devilish grin as he stroked her feathery wings. “I had no idea your wings were so sensitive. Come on, we need to get inside. We’ll have an eternity to get to know each other intimately, starting tonight. I promise I will always be exactly what you need, Celeste.”

Author Bio

D.S. Schmeckpeper (a.k.a. Dottie and Steve Schmeckpeper) live in Florida, USA. They are a husband and wife team who work together to create the Land of Destiny series. Both have loved the Fantasy genre for many years and have wasted way too much time playing fantasy-based games. Dottie was a vocal performance major in college, before she decided a liberal arts major was not for her. Ironic, huh? They have two wonderful twin boys, who are three at the time of this publication. They are the light or their parents’ lives. Steve does the artwork and comes up with many of the story concepts. Dottie brings the ideas to life. When not working, writing or drawing, the pair love to take their children to Florida’s many amusement parks, and can often be found there. Check us out on Facebook to see upcoming news, excerpts and more of Steve’s artwork!


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