from Lily Harlem TAKE ME a
super-sexy shifter story to spook up your Halloween!Set in Ireland this paranormal tale will take
you from the centre of Dublin and Temple Bar to the beautiful Wicklow
Mountains. But watch out, there’s a cunning vampire about…
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Megan’s weekend just took a
dangerous, sexy turn…
What's not to love about a girl’s
weekend in Dublin? Megan Sanders loves being out on the town and out on the
pull with her mates, but unfortunately, she’s attracted the attentions of a man
with downright murderous intentions.
Seth Martin knows vampire Samuel
Bennington is evil, and only his pack of elite wolf shifters can protect Megan.
That is, if they can convince her that she needs their help.
Soon Megan finds herself caught up
in a whirlwind of fear and lust. She's being hunted for her blood, yes, but
she's also crazy about the guy who has sworn to protect her. But which man will
win? Will her blood sate Bennington's hunger, or will Seth remind her why it's
good to be alive, and give her pleasure beyond anything she's known before?
She stared at him, then, “Abraham is
a shifter, isn’t he?”
Seth was silent.
“The wolves here looking after me
are all shifters. They can switch between being human and animal. Don’t try and
tell me they’re not.”
“What do you know about shifters?”
He pressed his knuckles against his biceps, the muscles bulging.
“Only what I’ve read in books. That
they’re humans who can turn into animals, that they have special powers.”
She swallowed. This was getting more
surreal by the hour. “Will you just tell me the truth?”
He said nothing.
He clamped his lips together.
“Goddammit.” She stepped up to him.
“Don’t you think I deserve the truth? I’m a sitting duck. There is nothing but
a few doors and bolts between me and a supernatural murderer who is out to get
me. I’m being pretty calm all things considered, but this...” She banged her
fist on his shoulder. “Tell me the truth.”
He didn’t budge but shook his head
“Don’t do that. Don’t say no. Tell
me.” She whacked him again, harder this time. Fear, anger, and frustration
warred within her. Her sanity was slipping as was her ability to maintain a
brave face. If Seth couldn’t be honest with her—the man who’d fucked her not
long ago, who’d said he’d die for her, who she’d entrusted with her life— then
what did she have left?
Tears sprang into her eyes, making
them prickle. Her throat tightened and a sob bubbled up from her chest.
She banged him again, with both
fists this time.
“Hey.” He grabbed her wrists.
She tried to pull free but it was to
no avail. “Megan, calm down.”
His words had no effect. She had to
get out of there. What the hell was going on? She was a prisoner.
“Megan, please, stop.” He trapped
her wrists in just one of his hands and pulled her close so her head was
beneath his chin. “Calm the hell down. This isn’t helping anything.” He
tightened his free arm around her body.
“No, but...I need to know, I need
you...to be honest...with me.” She screwed up her eyes. In spite of her
frustration she sagged against him. “I might die. This is my life. I need to
know what’s going on.”
“I know.” He leaned back a fraction.
She looked up at him as a tear
escaped from her right eye, and trickled down her cheek.
“Can you handle the truth?” he
“Can you keep a secret? An ancient
secret that very few humans have ever been told?”
He pulled in a breath. “In that
case, yes, Abraham is a shifter. The wolf you saw, that was him, in his other
She nodded. A sense of relief washed
through her. Far from being worried or scared, the knowledge was a comfort. It
confirmed that she wasn’t going mad. Her imagination wasn’t running away with
itself. She wasn’t adding up two and two and making five.
He stroked his hand over her hair.
“How do you feel now I’ve told you?”
She nodded. “Better. Thank you for
“Well, that goes both ways. You’re
trusting us, a lot.”
“I know, but I believe in you.” She
paused. “And Nia, she’s a shifter too?”
“Yes.” A muscle flexed in his jaw.
It was clear he wasn’t used to talking about theshifters. Megan looked into his
dark eyes; his long lashes cast shadows on his cheeks and his messy black
fringe hung forward.
“Are you a shifter?” she asked
His eyes narrowed a little. “What
would you say if I was?”
“I’d say thank you for saving me, in
He pulled in a breath, his nostrils
flaring. “That was a close call.”
“It was.” She tugged her wrists to
free them from his grasp.
He released her.
“And if you hadn’t been there...”
She pressed her hands to his cheeks, his thick stubble tickling her palms. “I
wouldn’t be standing here now. I’d be a murder victim.”
He kissed her, hard and quick. “Shh,
don’t talk about that.”
“It’s hard not to think about it.”
“I don’t want you to. I want you to
feel safe, to feel cared for when you’re with me.”
“I do.” She paused. “So, you are a
“You know what?” His eyes narrowed.
He paused, then, “I’m hungry, like
really fucking hungry.”
“Wolf’s appetite, huh?” She raised
“Yeah, something like that.” He
grinned suddenly. “Come on, let’s make food. I’ve used up a lot of energy this
“Bedroom energy.” She stepped back
and released him.
“Yeah, and I’d like some more
bedroom action later if that’s okay with you.”
Hello!Thank you for having me today! I’m so excited to share my new release,
Alpha Bitch, with you. This story was a bit of a surprise to me. I never
expected to write a shifter story. Vampires, yes – I’ve got more than one
vampire story in the unfinished files – but I learned early on not to fight my
muse and just go with it. I have to say, I am quite pleased with the results.
I don’t know exactly where the idea came
from. I can say that I was listening to a lot of Elle King, and the song Ex’s & Oh’s is basically Cassie’s
theme song – it’s that “I don’t give a shit what you think of me” and “I’m not
taking your shit” attitude that influenced the creation of Cassie. Currently
there aren’t any sequels planned for this, but with being a shifter story, which
involves packs, there are plenty of secondary characters to work with. So while
it’s not a series at the moment, the possibility is there. I do have the feeling that there’s a story
lurking out there, I just don’t know who it’s about, lol.
Dumas is the Alpha of Stone Point, with no interest in bowing down to any man,
let alone her fellow Alphas. At least, not until an accidental encounter
triggers the mating bond. So when the High Council orders her to mate the heir
of neighboring River Run, she is determined to find a way out of it to be with
the only man she truly wants...
One is a
Kimball is a caged wolf. Forbidden to shift, he chokes daily on his Alpha
nature and serves Stone Point however the Alpha sees fit. Recently, he cares
only to serve Cassandra. When she sends him away in advance of her forced
mating, his world shatters. Until the unthinkable happens...
they'll change all the rules...
is nothing if not resourceful. Outsmarting River Run is just one piece of the
prize to be won if she can pull off the coup of century while keeping everyone
important still breathing.
Before she could convince her wolf to turn around—because she really
didn't want to have to take control and force a shift, leaving her bare-assed
while traipsing through the cool woods at night—Kieran came into view. He
stopped short at the end of the path.
Her heart, among other parts of her body, warmed at the sight of
him. Water dripped from his long hair and ran down his bare chest to disappear
beneath the band of his jeans.
“Cassie,” he said, surprise evident in his tone.
Against her better intentions, she walked over to him and rubbed
against his leg.
“You shouldn't be here,” he whispered. Regardless of his words, his
hand traveled down her back, stroking her fur as she wound around him. If she
were a cat she would have purred, the sensation felt so good. He smelled fresh
and clean, as if he'd been bathing in the river. He fell to his knees, and she
stood in front of him with her head resting on his shoulder.
“Do you need something?”
She whined in response and nuzzled him.
Kieran's arms came around her neck and he buried his face in her
“We can't, Cassandra.” He pulled away and held the sides of her head
gently, staring into her eyes. His own were nearly completely gold, as close as
his wolf could get to the surface. “You have to go. You have to forget about
me. Find another.” His voice was hard.
She whimpered, responding to the authority within him and nearly
giving in to the command. The reaction both amazed her and pissed her off at
the same time. Cassie's wolf shook her head and stomped a foot.
“Yes. Go. Now.” Kieran stood and stepped back.
Cassie shifted, heedless of her naked body, and stepped forward,
reaching for him. Kieran's jaw clenched and he swallowed hard before turning
his back on her.
“Go, Cassandra. It's for your own good, and the good of our pack.
Go,” he said over his shoulder, entering his cabin without another look at her.
With an indignant huff, Cassie turned and stalked away, hoping he
was taking a good long look at what he was rejecting.
child, Loralynne was always the student getting in trouble for talking in class
and punished at home for making things up. Combining her ability to go on and
on and her flair for storytelling, she naturally grew up to be a writer.
Originally planning to write fantasy, her muse had other plans. Once she opened
herself up to the whims of her muse, she couldn’t type her first sex scene fast
enough and now writes romance. Loralynne lives in Upstate New York with her
husband, cats, and children. You can friend her on facebook, follow her on
twitter under LL_Summers, or check out her blog: loralynnesramblings.weebly.com
Other Published Works:
Defense (contemporary romance, Evernight Publishing)
Hi, it's great to be here at Outrageous with the third and last book of the Hot Model Mine trilogy!
After sexy cover model Yushka proposed, life is more turbulent than ever for erotic romance author Andrea. He is expecting a baby with his ex-girlfriend, who says she doesn’t want to keep it. How will Andrea's sons take upcoming life changes? To make things more complicated, her ex goes to great lengths to coax her back, and one of her sons' girlfriend is a tad too interested in Andrea's young and very handsome fiancé... On the writing front, Andrea anxiously awaits news on her latest manuscript submission, and she has to decide whether to accept her publisher's offer to model in a sexy photo shoot—the same kind she and Yushka did in Cannes—in the hopes of making a new "Cover Photo of the Year". Considering the erotic poses the previous photographer demanded, can Andrea model with another guy other than Yushka? Excerpt We enter a hall so big the tiniest sound echoes. It’s quite humbling. I shrink in my clothes and barely dare to breathe. Dark wood furniture towers over us, with a mix of contradictory smells—orchid-scented sanitizer and old dust—filling the space. Shoes clamping on a hardwood floor, we follow the tall, silver-haired man into a living room with exquisite furniture, gold-framed mirrors, and classic paintings on the walls. Heavy velvet curtains adorn the windows, and an impressive floor-to-ceiling library on one side has to contain literary curiosities from every part of the world. Marveling, I study each magnificent object. The man stops and glares across the room, his facial expression clearly one of annoyance. What an oppressive atmosphere. Yushka stands beside him and stares in the same direction. I follow their gaze. A young and strikingly beautiful woman is half-seated on a green velvet couch with her legs folded underneath her. Dark doe eyes and pink lips stand out in a pale, oval face. A waterfall of rich, glowing auburn-colored hair contrasts with her white dress. She looks cast in a scene from the Russian classic Doctor Zhivago. Beneath full breasts, a pregnant belly protrudes, far too round and big for her frail frame. Jekaterina? My chest tightens. The more I look at her, the more her beauty takes my breath away. She’s the woman Yushka was in love with last year. The one he slept with and impregnated. Her gaze is riveted on him, the recognition and warmth fiery. I shoot him a glance. His features are tight, as if he’s trying to hide his reaction, but he doesn’t take his gaze off her. This is exactly what I feared. They’ve had feelings for each other. Maybe meeting now will revive them. He has fallen for her once, so why would he not fall for her again? I feel bad, nauseous, want to get out of here. But she’s carrying the baby girl I’m going to call mine very soon. I need to overcome my unease. Hopefully, once the formalities are done, this is the only time we’ll have to meet. She tells him a few words in Russian, her voice the cooing of a turtledove. Yushka replies calmly, but his throat sounds choked. He grabs my hand, palm sweaty, and leads me to a sofa opposite hers. His discomfort is more than clear in his features. He tears his gaze from her and searches me, his expression vibrating with an intensity I seldom see. It hits me—he’s afraid. I squeeze his hand. “Is everything okay?” “Yes,” he replies instantly, but his tension is palpable. My chest tightens to a painful level. What is he so nervous about? From his interaction with Jekaterina, this has nothing to do with the baby. It’s about them, their relationship, and me. Is he afraid he’ll have to choose between us? Goodness, I’m delirious. I sit very still, take small, shallow breaths, and pray for everything to be all right. Then bolt out of this house after the arrangements are resolved. Jekaterina addresses me, her dark pupils glimmering. “You’re very beautiful. Are you a model, too?” I’m as taken aback by her speaking a fluent English as I am by her compliment, and need a few seconds to shake myself. “Um, no, I’m not.” She raises a brow. “That’s funny. I would’ve sworn you were a model. So how did you two meet?” “At an author conference.” Yushka clears his throat. “Andrea writes books, and I’m featured on the cover of her last one.” “Oh, how exciting.” Her lips curve upward. I can’t decide whether it’s a genuine smile or she’s faking it. “Yes,” he continues. “That’s why we … uh … were bound to meet. They had organized a Meet-and-Greet for authors and cover models of their books.” Why does he sound like he’s trying to make an excuse? She flutters her long lashes at me. “What kind of books do you write?” Before I can answer, her father walks over to a cabinet and picks up a bunch of papers. “All right, enough chit-chat.” His voice booms like thunder.
The Perfect Shoot (book #1) When Andrea Johnson, writing as author Cindy Vega, signed up for a Meet & Greet with the cover model of her latest book, she didn’t expect sparks to fly. Yushka is dangerously good-looking and too young for her. But their connection is instantaneous, and during a photo shoot with the two, the photographer picks up on their growing attraction. Seeing the potential for THE cover photo of the century, he decides to push their comfort limits… Get The Perfect Shoot at http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-perfect-shoot-by-lea-bronsen/
Mine to Love (book #2) The writing conference in sunny Cannes was fantastical, a dream. Back at home, reality catches up with author Andrea Johnson and the sexy cover model of her book, Yushka. With tough working schedules, challenging family relations, and seductive temptation from all sides, the couple’s explosive romance is put to the test. Will their love be strong enough to have a future? Get Mine to Love at http://www.evernightpublishing.com/mine-to-love-by-lea-bronsen/
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I love spending time with my husband and furry babies, reading, crocheting, watching monster movies with a giant vat of popcorn and going out to dinner at new restaurants. Life is an adventure waiting to be explored.
Nestled in the shadowy thoroughfares of Salem, Bridget has created a new life for herself. Saved from the noose by the mysterious Mr. Black during the witch trials, she runs Broomstix, a thriving curse worker and hex shop. Dangerous cravings thrust her back in harm’s way as evil stalks the streets. Will the allure of the forbidden be her curse or her salvation?
Alistair is a wolf caught between desire and duty to his pack. His Alpha goes missing and evidence of arcane magic and murder come a little too close to home. A chance encounter at a Halloween party brings his beast to the forefront and one night of passion leaves him wanting much, much more.
A war is brewing in Salem between the wolves and witch kind. When more deaths are found linked to rogue wolves, the two join forces. But wild magic reigns on Samhain and the moon may just have a mind of her own…
Excerpt from Malediction by Erzabet Bishop
Alistair spotted the gorgeous brunette across the room and,
when she approached the refreshment table, he followed. For a millisecond he’d
taken her for the scrawny woman in the red dress, but on closer inspection he
was pleased to note the differences. Same dress, but the way this woman wore
it, he was tempted to peel it from her, inch by scrumptious inch.
His pack mate had
poured a few bottles of something into the punch and, while it was entertaining
to watch some of the guests succumb to the antics of the season, he didn’t
quite feel the same about the sexy female in front of him. This woman would be
far more interesting sober, he had a hunch and his predictions usually turned
out to be spot on. The markings on her arms intrigued him and he wondered if
they covered more of her body. Like tendrils of smoke curling around her flesh,
they spiraled around her skin in an unending pattern, giving him the urge to
trace every single one and see where it led.
He should be home at Briarwood, but his duties as Beta
brought him here to make sure Jessup didn’t get too out of hand. So far the pup
had been a bit mischievous, but nothing that would make him worry. Whatever
concerns he had melted when he gazed at the beauty in front of him, his animal
Serious gray eyes winked at him from behind an elegant lacy
black mask and he had the urge to peek beneath it to see what she was hiding.
Full lips bowed below the mask, and her mass of dark hair was wound into an
up-do that he longed to plunge his fingers into while he explored her mouth
Jesus, Alastair. Get a grip.
His wolf perked up when she’d come into view and his
instinct to bed her followed in quick succession. He shook it off with a frown.
One night stands were not his style, especially with women he didn’t know. He
had other concerns and, as soon as he made sure Jessup wasn’t going to fuck up
and intoxicate half of the wealthier citizens of Salem, he was out of here.
Duncan was still missing and he’d left Laurel in charge in his stead.
But, her eyes. Fuck. They fairly glowed with a power that
socked him in the gut as they watched him from behind the mask. When she wet
her lips and took her bottom lip between her teeth, he almost lost the battle
with himself not to let his beast take over and drag her into the nearest coat
“Are you here with someone?” He cleared his throat, aware of
the growl threading through his voice.
“No. Are you?”
“Just a couple of friends. What do you think? Want to end up
in a compromising situation with a stranger?” He grinned and, seeing Jessup
approach, steered her away from the refreshment table. Alistair wanted her to
himself, at least for a little while.
“Seven deadly sins? How about a dance? With my footwork,
that could lead towards all kinds of infractions.”
“Hmm.” He swung her into his arms and into the crowd,
relishing the sensation of his hand on her lower back. The plunging view
offered by her bodice made his body stand at attention and the wolf beneath his
skin whined with want. “So, which deadly sin could you possibly have that would
sink a guy faster than lust? That dress…”
“Oh, but those… those are not a sin. Not at all. In fact, I
could look at them all night long.”
“You could, could you?” The woman laughed, deep and sensual.
Her eyes snapped with amusement. “Then you try wearing them.”
“Maybe I will.” He wanted her, and the closer they got, the
more obvious it was going to become. He weaved her around the dance floor, her
movements matching his. Her perfume and the spicy scent of her hair were making
it hard to concentrate. At the look in her eyes, he dragged her back hard
against him, his animal wild in his blood.
“Do you want to get out of here?”
“Let’s get some air.”
Alistair led her out onto the balcony, the twinkle lights flickered making the
grounds outside the hotel look enchanted. He had to clear his head.
“Who are you?” Alistair brushed a strand of hair away from
“I’m just a girl who needs an escape from reality. How about
“Just a girl, huh?” The mystery woman smiled.
He gathered her into his arms, letting her feel the full
force of his arousal. “I don’t know. I’m not feeling much like a girl right
“No. I didn’t think you were.” She leaned into his embrace,
her lips curving up in an inviting smile.
“What’s your name?”
“Well, Alistair. It’s nice to meet you. I have one
“How long is it going to take for you to kiss me?”
“Time me.” Alistair’s mouth covered hers hungrily and he
forced her mouth open with his thrusting tongue. She gasped, trembling within
his embrace and he pulled her deeper into the shadows, away from prying eyes.
Erzabet Bishop is an award winning and bestselling author
who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow
(Three Times More Lucky Box Set), Malediction (A Wicked Halloween Box Set), Map
of Bones (A Wicked Affair Box Set), Sanguine Shadows (Vampire Bites Box Set),
The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Heart’s Protector, Burning for You, Taming
the Beast, Bayou Shadows (Nola Naughty Nine) Hedging Her Bets (Alpha Fever Box
Set), Cat’s Got Her Tongue (Alpha Heat Box Set), Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit
Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming),The Devil’s Due (upcoming),
Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Sigil Fire, Written on
Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Sweet
Seductions, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and
Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. She
lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking
in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch
A set of short story paranormal romances centered on All Hallow’s Eve. Be thrilled and chilled by these tales set in Salem—the ultimate city for witchy and shape-shifting fun. Each story features sexy heroes and spellbinding characters. Salem has never been so hot!
All stories are complete in themselves with a beginning, a middle and end...no cliffhangers! They are an introduction to the longer books in the companion box set, A Wicked Halloween.