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In the face of Human slavery, Back Sword Captain Ariela of Kassouk must do the unthinkable. Rebel against the Mutant regime. But she cannot do it alone.

Ariela suspects the king's death is no accident. And the tyrant who usurped the throne looks guilty as hell. As leader of the Human rebellion against the Mutant rulers, Ariela is desperate for help, and Lord Starro, the handsome Crown Prince of the Star Children, offers the technology the Human faction lacks. But can Ariela trust a spoiled, arrogant foreign prince who never fought a battle, and thinks he is destined to rule the universe? Is she trading one tyrant for another? No matter how kind, handsome, or fascinating, Starro has frightening mental abilities. And this alliance is not safe, especially for Ariela's heart.

Book 3 of the stand-alone series, ECO-WARRIORS
Not Wonder More – Mad Maggie and the Mystery of the Ancients
By Rod Raglin
Available at www.devinedestinies.com

Mystery, magic and madness versus logic, cause and affect – can love find a middle ground?

Maggie talks to trees. Dieter talks to corporations.
Maggie embraces mystery and flirts with magic. Dieter adheres to logic and the doctrine of Nietzsche
Dieter’s client wants to destroy the trees. The trees want Maggie to protect them.
Dieter has terminal cancer. Maggie is schizophrenic.
Maggie says she can save him, if he’ll save the trees. Dieter thinks she’s crazy, but what choice does he have?

A week together alone on Deadman’s Island changes everything for both of them.
Is it madness? Is it magic? Or is it love?

Not Wonder More – Mad Maggie and the Mystery of the Ancients is Book 3 in the stand-alone series ECO-WARRIORS. The book addresses the issues of species extinction and habitat loss.

The author is donating the net royalties from the sales of And Not Wonder More - Mad Maggie and the Wisdom of the Ancients, to the Burns Bog Conservation Society to support the ongoing work they are doing to protect and preserve Burns Bog with their stewardship and public education programs.

In Life and Blood Book 1: Hanging in the Balance
Copyright© Christie Gordon
All rights reserved, eXtasy Books
ISBN: 978-1-55487-652-5
115 pages
$4.99 US
Available at: www.extasybooks.com
Coming soon to: Amazon, Fictionwise, All Romance eBooks, Mobipocket and more!

Blurb:
Snatched as a human baby and turned vampire at age eighteen to serve as a chevalier for a sadistic queen, Julian is forever alone and waiting for his destiny to be fulfilled. While on watch one night in San Francisco, Sebastian, an elder vampire of immense strength, comes to him, intent on killing him. Instead of bringing Julian to death, this stranger turns Julian's life upside down, exposing secrets that have kept him bound in his torturous life. Can Julian accept the truth and free himself of his bonds to find his one true love or will he find he can't betray the queen he's sworn to protect?

PG Excerpt 2:
Julian lay on his bed in his chamber in a deep sleep, curled up on his side wearing nothing but a t-shirt and briefs.
My angel.
His brows furrowed and his head twisted. He mumbled, “Sebastian, where are you?”
I am here, waiting for you.
He rolled to his back with his eyes still closed. “No. Can’t be, can’t…” His mind went blank as sleep overtook him again.
The bed jiggled. A warm hand caressed his forehead and cheek, sending a tickle down the side of his neck. He shivered and pulled the sheet and blanket up over his chest. A vision of his queen flashed through his mind--of her hissing with fangs and sharp nails bared and blood, his blood, dripping from her lips down her neck. “No!”
With a start, his eyes flashed open. A creature sat next to him illuminated in candlelight, black hair, dark eyes. Terror raced through him. His heart pounded. What did I say? He clamored up to the wall. “My, my queen, I-I—”
With an arm outstretched, Sebastian leaned forward. “No, my angel, I am not that hideous creature.” He cupped Julian’s chin in his palm. “I am the one you need not fear.”
Slowly, the thing before him morphed into his lover, his Sebastian all dressed in soft black, his beautiful face showing only concern and emotion for him. “S-Sebastian?”
“Yes, my love.” Sebastian shifted to sit up closer to Julian.
“H-how did you get in here?” His gaze flicked around the room, searching for some hidden opening.
Again, Sebastian’s hand came up to cup Julian’s chin and direct his gaze toward him. “You think with my abilities I cannot get past your queen’s pathetic army of chevaliers?”
His brows furrowed in confusion. “But—”
“You are all weak to me, my angel. All of you except her, your queen. She is the only one who could challenge me. This is why I was sent.” Sebastian looked Julian over. “What has she done to you?”
“Sh-she is keeping me confined to our quarters. I can’t go outside and, oh God.” He sat forward, snatched Sebastian’s shirt collar and pulled him close. “She’s making me couple with her in three days. And, and she told me I am to be her One, that then there will be no others.”
“Three days?” Sebastian let out a long exhale. Anger flared in his eyes. “She can’t touch you. I will not let her touch you. You were not meant for her.” He let out a low growl. “How dare she take what is clearly not hers.”
He released his hold on Sebastian’s collar. “But she said I have some powers that only she can set free in me.”
Sebastian glanced away for a moment. His gaze was fierce as it came back to meet Julian’s. “Rubbish. All of it is lies and deceit.”
With his brows furrowing in confusion, he shook his head. “I swear I don’t know what to believe anymore.” He lifted his fingers to his temple.
Sebastian reached around Julian’s shoulders to pull him close. “Believe in me, my angel. I am here for you and always will be.”
He lifted his head to gaze into Sebastian’s dark eyes. “I’m sorry I ran from you. I’m sorry I—”
“Hush,” Sebastian said, lifting his index finger to Julian’s lips. “I knew my words would upset them yourself.” He placed a slow, gentle kiss on Julian’s lips.
His chest ached with longing and love. His desire surfaced, bringing on arousal. He kissed Sebastian back with more intensity, with all the feelings pent up over the last few days. His heartbeat quickened. “Take me from here, far away. I don’t care where. I just want to be with you.”
Sebastian pulled back and looked deep into blue-grey eyes. “Although nothing would please me more, I cannot take you from here.”
Reality and hurt crashed down on him. “What?” He pushed Sebastian’s shoulders, making the elder vampire steady himself on the bed. “Why?” His voice rang out in the small room.
Sebastian lifted his palm to Julian’s face. “Quiet, you don’t want to alert someone to your chamber.”
As his gaze fell to the bedcovers, he bit his lip and fought to steady his emotions. Deliberately, he said, “Why did you come? Tell me, once and for all, why you were sent to kill me?” Trembling, he pursed his lips and kept his gaze lowered. “I want to know all of it.”

WHO'S AFRAID OF THE BIG BAD WOLF?

Wolf Creek Pack 6

by Stormy Glenn

Erotic, Paranormal, Shapeshifter, M/M/M, Romance

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Ben knew there would never be a mate for him. No one in his or her right mind would want to be shackled with a man with no tenderness, no gentleness, and certainly no kindness. He didn't even know what those emotions were anymore. They were stripped from him along with a good portion of his sanity. Ben has nothing to offer a mate, and he knows it.

When huge sky blue eyes peak out at him from under strawberry blond hair at a Wolf Mating party, Ben can't deny his fascination, or his need to claim Stefan as his mate. But Stefan comes with a lot of baggage. According to vampire law, he's been given away by his brother to Dane, the brother of Stefan's best friend, Audley. In exchange, Audley has been given to Stefan's brother. The problem? Audley and Stefan are both Ben's mates.

When Stefan and Audley are kidnapped, Ben and their friends race to save them. Can Ben survive long enough to save his mates or will his worst nightmare come true? Can Stefan and Audley overcome their fears long enough to save their mate or will they lose him forever?



STORY EXCERPT

A small movement of ragged brown fabric to one side of the circle caught Ben's attention. He watched from the edge of the trees, his eyes never leaving the figure in brown. He caught sight of a small pale face glancing out from behind stringy hair.

The dirty strawberry blond hair was not what caught his attention. Nor was the length, which seemed to go on forever, from the top of the young man's head to just below the soft curve of his ass.

It was the huge sky blue eyes that peaked out between the thick streams of hair. They were the most expressive eyes Ben ever saw. Then the little man smiled at him and Ben felt a strange tightening in the middle of his chest.

The world around him simply disappeared. It was only the young man and him. No one else existed. But, as quick as it had come, the smile disappeared along with the beautiful eyes that had seemed to see into his very soul.

Ben leaned up on his feet to get a better look him. At six foot nine, he stood feet above most men. In fact, he had never met anyone who was taller than him. There was nearly nothing that could make him leave safety at the edge of the party. But the body was huddled down behind the horde of partygoers and Ben couldn't get a good look. He felt a need to find the young man.

If he had been truly thinking about it he would have questioned this obsessive need to find the man hiding on the other side of the circle. And then he would have run for his life. But all he could feel was an unnatural desire to hunt down the brown fabric and meet the man who smiled at him.

Ben left his safety at the edge of the trees and began working his way through the crowd, his eyes never leaving the young man. He knew the man could see him walking to his by the slight turning of his body towards him. He seemed to be waiting for him. From the small smile on his lips he assumed he would be happy to see him.

As he got closer to him, Ben could see more of his stature. He was small. He might reach Ben's sternum… if he stood on a stool. Otherwise, he would barely reach Ben's chest. The man couldn't have been more than five foot ten or so. His thread worn outfit was definitely not made to look pleasing on him. There seemed to be no contours or soft places on him. On a whole, it seemed to hang over him more like a sack than a shirt. It was not made to entice anyone.

As Ben drew nearer to the man the smile fell from his lips and he could see fear begin to form in those blue eyes. Ben slowed his quick stride. He felt the sorrow in his heart as he realized that the little man was afraid of him. He stopped a mere foot from him. He wanted to give the man the opportunity to flee from his side before he said anything to him.

As he tried to form the words that might keep the stunning man where he could look at him, he noticed that the man's gaze was not on him but on some unseen person behind him. He slowly turned as he felt a cold shiver creep up his spine.

A man walked slowly towards them, a look of triumph plastered on his thin lips. He was a vampire. Ben could tell even from here. He looked back down at the young man. His fear was almost tangible. Before his eyes, the man began to shake.

It came suddenly to Ben that the little man wasn't afraid of him. He was afraid of the vampire walking towards them. He wasn't even looking at Ben. His entire being was centered on the man coming towards them, and his body was readying itself to flee.

"Dane," the little man whispered, terror lacing his thin voice.

An eternity from now Ben would understand why he did what he did but for now, it was a complete mystery. He only knew that he had to get the young man to safety, to protect him. Reaching out he grabbed his arm and began dragging him through the crowd. The man gasped as he was pulled along.

Ben stopped suddenly when the smarmy looking man stepped in front of him. He felt the smaller man plow into his back and reached around behind him to place a steadying hand on him.

"Are you claiming Stefan?" Dane asked.

Ben suddenly realizes what he was doing. His only thought was to save Stefan, not to claim him. His stomach rolled just by the thought of it. He couldn't have a mate. "Why do you ask?" Ben growled.

"Because if you do not claim him, I will," Dane said as he stepped around Ben and reached for Stefan. "Stefan, come," he stated triumphantly.

Ben could feel the terror filling Stefan by the shaking in his body. "You will not!" he snarled as he stepped between them. He didn't know why but he knew he could not let this man take Stefan from him. "He is not your mate."

"If you do not claim him then he is fair game for the rest of us," he says as he reached for Stefan again, grabbing his wrist. Stefan seemed to make his body as small as possible as he pressed up against Ben.

"Touch him and die!" snarled Ben as he pulled Stefan from the man's grasp, wrapping an arm around Stefan's waist and pulling him back against his larger body.

"Ben," said a strong voice behind him, "what goes on here?"

Ben turned towards the voice, knowing it was his alpha. "Nothing goes on here, Daniel."

The man beside him sputtered, "That's not true, Alpha Nash. This man is refusing my claim on Stefan."

Alpha Daniel Nash looks over at the arm that Ben had wrapped around the waist of the cowering man. "Ben, if you do not claim this man than you must give him up to he who will."

Ben's body went stiff at his alpha's words. He didn't want to claim Stefan. He always believed that he would spend his life alone. Then he heard a small whimper come from the frightened man pressed against him. He knew his choices were gone.

"Then I claim him."




ADULT EXCERPT

Stefan opened his eyes slowly. For a brief moment, he wondered where he was. Then, as the events of the previous night filled his head, he quickly turned looking for Ben only to find the other side of the bed empty. Where was Ben?

Sitting up, he looked around the room. It was empty. Stefan threw the blankets back and crawled from the bed. He quickly went to the bathroom to see if Ben was there. Finding it empty, he walked through the rest of the house.

He walked into the kitchen and found Ben sitting at the table. He held a cup of coffee in one hand, a newspaper in the other. Stefan took a moment to just look at him. Ben truly was magnificent.

He was dressed in nothing but a pair of jeans, his chest and feet bare. The mere width of Ben's shoulders was stunning on its own. He looked like he could carry an entire house on his shoulders, not to mention the sheer size of his arms.

Stefan didn't know if he was a minority or not but Ben's size was more arousing than anything he had ever encountered before. It made him feel safe and protected, something Stefan never experienced before. He seemed to spend his life being afraid.

The sight of Ben's naked chest, smattered with dark chest hair, plain out turned Stefan on. He wanted to run his fingers through that hair and discover where the small trail going down the man's abdomen led to.

"Did you need something, Stefan?" Ben asked without turning his head.

Stefan could feel his face heat up as he walked towards Ben. Guess he had been caught. However, he wasn't embarrassed enough to stop looking. Or to not climb onto Ben's lap and try to get a feel of that glorious chest.

Devlin told him that he would be attracted to his mate but Stefan had no idea he would feel obsessed like this. He couldn't stop looking, stop wanting to smell the man. If this is what being mated felt like, Stefan was all for it.

As Ben looked up at him in confusion, Stefan swung his leg over Ben's lap, straddling his legs, his hands coming to rest on Ben's wide chest. He rubbed his hands over Ben as he slowly raised his eyes to meet Ben's golden eyes.

"Good morning," Stefan giggled at the sight of total shock on Ben's face. He felt pretty sure his usual shy demeanor hadn't prepared Ben for this. Stefan couldn't explain it beyond that fact that Ben was now his mate.

He wanted the man. Everything about Ben aroused Stefan to a fever pitch from the top of his gorgeous dark head to the bottoms of his big feet. The man was truly breathtaking and just knowing that Ben was his nearly made Stefan melt.

"Is there -- did you need something, Stefan?" Ben asked again, his voice going low and deep, filled with apprehension as he gazed down at Stefan.

"I imagine there are lots of things I need, but there is only one thing I want," Stefan replied as he leaned up to press his lips against Ben's. As he tried to push his tongue past Ben's lips, he felt Ben's hands press against his shoulders, pushing him back. With a deep heavy sigh, Stefan leaned back and looked into Ben's eyes.

"Stefan? Do you know what you're doing?"

Stefan's lips curled into a small grin as he grabbed Ben's hands from his shoulders and moved them down to his ass. "Yep," he whispered just before he leaned up again to kiss Ben again. He wanted his mate to claim him. Now!

Ben opened his mouth and kissed Stefan back. Stefan could feel Ben's large hands clench his ass through the thin material of his shirt. Never letting his lips leave Ben's, Stefan reached down with his hands and grabbed his shirt, pulling it up until Ben was holding bare flesh in his hands.

He could feel Ben's response in the tightening of his hands on his ass, the soft moan that came from Ben's lips as his tongue moved out to brush against Stefan's, and the hard throbbing of Ben's cock between his legs.

"Stefan," Ben growled as he ripped his lips from Stefan's. "Baby, you don't know what you're doing."

"I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm asking -- no, I'm demanding that my mate claim me."



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Eris by D. Renee Bagby

Genre: Fantasy Mainstream Menage (m/f/m), Interracial, Unorthodox Time Travel
Publisher: Siren Publishing, Menage Amour Imprint
ISBN: 1-60601-837-X
Release: 14 June (today)
Length: 160,003 words (508 pgs PDF)
Format: eBook
Price: $6.99

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Eternal Truths Series, Book 1


Time is on their side and they can be together, assuming the truth doesn't ruin everything first.

Immortals born in the thirteenth century, Lucien Riordan and Ranulf Styr have waited centuries to be reunited with their love. Want for her cemented their friendship through time even as it tore it apart. She changed their lives, made them want better, and they plan to show her that. There’s only one catch—she’s never met them before.

Eris Brue is flattered by Lucien and Ranulf’s attention but they are her bosses. She doesn’t want to get tangled up in an office romance, especially not with two men. Their joint seduction overcomes her resolve and she gives in even though she knows they are keeping secrets that could doom their relationship.

Centuries of planning have finally come to fruition. Lucien and Ranulf have a short amount of time to make Eris love them, because once time has her, everything could come to an end.

SLAVE AUCTION

Spaced out for Love #1

By Stormy Glenn

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BLURB

Rojan Ja'Dar is a rogue, a pirate that buys and sells cargo for a living. He is his own man, skirting the edge of the law and answering to no one. Arriving on a particular planet, he goes to drop off cargo and discovers a human pet being sold at an auction house. Intrigued, Rojan breaks all his rules and buys the human as his pet. It isn't until after he purchases the human that Rojan discovers he just bought his mate.
Claiming Tyion is not as easy as buying him. Not understanding the danger he is in, Tyion fights his situation as a highly prized and sought after pet in Rojan's world. Rojan has to convince Tyion that being his mate is not as bad as being a pet, even if they have to pretend to the rest of the world that Tyion is just a possession. That is hard to do when someone is after Tyion, someone not from Earth.

CHAMELEON WOLF
Delta Wolf 1
By
Stormy Glenn & Joyee Flynn
Zac Sheehan is a Delta wolf, the council enforcer, sent out to eliminate those that broke the rules. It’s a lonely existence, leaving him on the fringes of werewolf society. All Zac wants is to find his mate and live in peace.
While on a mission, Zac finds the one thing he’s been looking for all of his life, his mate. Matt is everything Zac ever wanted in a mate, loving, caring, and drop dead gorgeous. Zac couldn’t be happier, or so he thinks. But as another mission looms, Zac discovers that things could be more dangerous than he thought. The wolf he’s been sent to eliminate is his other mate.
Erotic, Paranormal, Shapeshifter, M/M/M, Romance
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STORY EXCERPT
Just as he got back to the motel and almost to his room, Zac heard someone shout. “Wait, I’m the Alpha.” That got Zac’s attention. He slowed down and turned around, eyeing the man.
“You’re the Alpha?”
“Yes. I’m going to slowly approach you so you can see I’m not out of my mind with lust, ok?”
“Yeah, ok, come on though, I want to get in my room,” Zac replied. The man seemed fine. When he was a couple of feet away, Zac nodded and led the Alpha towards his room. Letting him in, he locked the door and closed the curtains. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware of a pack in the area. I would have made my presence known to you.”
“I figured as much. I’m Donatello Rain, Alpha of the local pack,” the man said, extending his hand.
“Zac Sheehan, Delta from the Kankakee Pack. I was out this way to handle something for the council. I stopped here tonight before heading home tomorrow.”
“Nice to meet you, Zac,” Donatello said letting go of his hand. “My Beta is keeping the others at bay until they calm down and head home, so you should be good for the night.”
“So… we’re ok then?” Zac asked, knowing that some packs hated Deltas, killing any that are born or they come into contact with. Other packs would capture them for their gifts and the power they bring.
“We’re good, you have nothing to fear from us, Zac. I promise as Alpha. Let me text my Beta so he can head over here when he’s done and give the all clear.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it. There’s no way I could have gotten away from all of them. I can handle several lusting wolves, but no way a whole bar full.” Zac chuckled.
“Boy, would you have been sore! And I would have some dead in the frenzy I’m sure.”
“Yeah, it’s great to be a Delta sometimes,” Zac replied with a frown.
“Hey, I feel the same way about Alpha at times. You do the best you can. That’s all you can do, really.”
“I know, I do, just had a hell of a hunt. I wanted nothing more than to kick back and have a couple beers, maybe get laid. Is that too much to ask?” Zac asked. Before Donatello could answer there was a knock at the door.
“Sam, everything go ok?” Donatello asked after he opened the door. “Matt, what are you doing here?”
“Matt was unaffected by the Delta,” Sam replied, sharing a knowing look with Donatello.
“Really?” Donatello asked with a goofy tone.
“So what? What’s the big deal?” Matt asked and stopped in the doorway, just staring at Zac. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Zac replied stepping closer. He grabbed Matt’s arm and pulled him inside the room and closed the door. “You know who I am?” Zac couldn’t believe this was the man from the bar. He was the best looking male he’d ever seen.
“You’re a Delta. I’m drawn to you. I’m not going crazy like the others, but I want you,” Matt said before he could shut up. “I’m sorry, I… I don’t know why I said that.”
“I do,” Zac whispered before lowering his lips down to Matt’s. It was just a soft brush of the lips, but Zac felt the electricity from that kiss go straight to his dick. He’d never been so hard in his life!
“Wow,” Matt whispered against his mouth. “That’s why everyone wants to have sex with a Delta.”
“It’s not about him being a Delta, Matt,” Donatello said from behind them. “Only Alphas, Betas, and the Delta’s mates aren’t affected by their scent. Matt, you know you aren’t an Alpha or a Beta.”
“You’re—really? Wow, I must have done something right in my life, I mean, you’re hot!” Matt replied beaming at Zac.
“Glad you think so,” Zac chuckled releasing Matt. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-two,” Matt said quietly. “Is that ok?”
“Wow, that’s well, that’s pretty young. Are you ok with being mated that young?” Zac asked, stepping back to look at the younger, much smaller man. He’s got to be only 5’9” and about 150 pounds. But man, he is gorgeous, look at that body! Matt was lean, not skinny by any means, with gorgeous green eyes and angelic blonde hair.
“Yes, of course,” Matt answered going back over to Zac and wrapping his arms around his waist.
Zac gave Donatello and then Sam a panicked look. Twenty-two just seemed so young to his thirty. Plus, Matt was so small he barely came to his chest. Being 6’4”, Zac was used to towering over people. But to be mated to someone so much smaller, wouldn’t he break him?
“Ok, just give me a minute, Matt,” Zac replied separating Matt from him. “Let me talk with your Alpha before we talk about being mates, ok?”
“Don’t you want to be my mate?” Matt asked softly, looking at the floor. He looked like he was trying not to cry.
“Of course I do, I just need to deal with one thing at a time,” Zac whispered in his ear. “Why don’t you go sit down on the bed so I can handle this?” Matt just nodded and walked over to sit on the bed while the other three men talked.
“Be careful with him, I’m pretty sure he’s not experienced,” Donatello told Zac quietly and Sam nodded in agreement.
“Thanks for the heads up,” Zac replied with a heavy sigh. Finding his young, probably virgin mate, was not what he had in mind when he thought about getting laid tonight. “Give me your cell number in case I have any issues tonight with any of your pack, and I’ll be out of here in the morning.”
Donatello gave Zac his number and he put it in his cell before they said their goodbye’s. Closing the door, locking it behind them, Zac headed over to the bed and sat next to Matt.
“What now?” Matt asked, regaining some of his composure.
“Now we talk,” Zac started, “I’m Zac Sheehan. I’m Delta of the Kankakee pack, which is in Central Illinois.”
“I’m Matt Garrett, I don’t have a rank.”
“So, you know if you want to mate with me, you’ll be moving, right?”
“Of course!” Matt replied. He seemed to be surprised Zac asked.
“And you’re ok with that?”
“Yeah, it’ll be a little weird. I’ve only had this as my pack, but I don’t have any family left or rank in my pack. Moving to your pack makes sense.”
“Ok, well that gets one issue out of the way,” Zac said taking a deep breath before he continued. “Do you know a lot about Deltas?”
“The basics… you can change into an invisible wolf, you’re a loaner, and you stay away from the pack mostly.”
“You know I also have two mates, right?”
“Two mates?” Matt asked astounded, “Do you already have your other one?”
“No, I’ve not found my other mate yet.”
“Are they going to be my mate too?”
“I’m not really sure to be honest,” Zac replied scratching his head, thinking. “I guess if you wanted to, and they wanted to. I don’t really know how other Deltas do it. We’ll just have to figure it out, ok?” After Matt nodded, he continued, “So you know I’m a loaner. I mean it’s inflicted on me in a way, but I’ve been one since I was 18 and no longer a cub. Twelve years is a long time to be by myself, so you’re going to have to be patient with me. I’m not that good at interacting with people, so I might screw up a lot.”
“Well, my parents died years ago, so I kind of get that,” Matt said. “And I heard what they said. I’m not a virgin.”
“Ok,” Zac replied, not sure what else to say. Instead he reached over picked Matt up and put him on his lap so he could look into his face. “But we’ll take things slow and you’ll tell me if I do anything you don’t like or that hurts you, promise?”
“I promise,” Matt agreed shyly. “So, what now?”
“I guess if you’re ok with what I said and you don’t have any questions—do you want me to claim you?”
“More than anything,” Matt groaned.
“You’re so adorable, you know that? The sexiest little man I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to be your mate.”
“Me? Are you kidding me, you’re gorgeous. I feel bad you got stuck with me.”
“Don’t ever talk about yourself that way,” Zac growled at Matt. “I noticed you in the bar before I could smell you were my mate. I wanted you then, and now you’re mine!”

ADULT EXCERPT
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Matt’s hands slid around Zac’s neck as he explored the depths of the man’s mouth. Realizing Matt’s canines had already dropped down, Zac ran his tongue slowly across them before diving back into his mouth.
Moving his hands down Matt’s body, he pushed the hem of his shirt up and broke the kiss long enough to remove it. Lowering his head, he once again claimed the swollen lips below him. He felt the smooth muscled skin underneath, but it wasn’t enough.
“Baby, are you sure about this?” Zac asked as he reached for the button of Matt’s jeans.
“Yes, please, make me yours,” Matt moaned against his mouth. That was good enough for Zac.
Zac scraped his teeth gently across a small patch of skin where Matt’s neck met his shoulders. “This is where I’m going to bite you when I claim you, Matt,” he whispered as he freed Matt’s cock from his pants.
Zac rubbed his hand over the hard flesh. His thumb skimmed across the top, smearing pre-cum over the head. He slowly slid Matt to his feet and pulled his jeans and boxers down his legs. He gently pushed Matt back on the bed breaking the kiss to watch Matt scoot back to the pillows. Nearly swallowing his tongue at the bounty before him, Zac quickly whipped off his shirt, shoes, socks and jeans. He was desperate to join his gorgeous, naked mate on the bed.
Crawling up the bed to Matt, Zac let out a soft growl that had Matt widening his eyes in surprise. As he nibbled on Matt’s neck, Zac grabbed his cock again, quickly stroking him as he sank his teeth into his neck.
Zac’s eyes drifted closed as he savored the sweet taste of his mate, thankful he could now do this whenever he wanted. Matt tasted just as he did when Zac first kissed him, like passion fruit and honey. It was a delicious flavor the he knew he would be obsessed with for the rest of his life.
Zac opened his eyes and he lifted his head, looking down in astonishment as Matt cried out. Matt’s hips lifted frantically, pushing against Zac as he came, covering Zac’s hand with shot after shot of white thick seed.
Oh Fuck me! That was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He lifted his hand to his lips, his tongue darting out to lick some of the seed on his hand. Matt tasted like passion fruit, but a little more tangy. Zac was doomed.
“That wasn’t supposed to happen yet, was is?”
Zac’s eyes fell down to Matt’s burning face at his whispered words. Matt avoided Zac’s gaze, his face filled with embarrassment. He was upset he came so quickly, Zac realized. He might not be a virgin, but he wasn’t experienced anywhere near what Zac was.
“There’s no rule to say it wasn’t, but I thought it was hot. I want to see that look on your face over and over again, knowing what I do to you put it there.”
Zac went back to kissing Matt as his hands went down to grab his hips. Matt groaned when Zac pressed their erections together and spread his legs as an invitation to Zac. Pushing Matt’s legs up to his chest, Zac got to his knees to look down at Matt’s tight puckered entrance.
Reaching back to his jeans at the end of the bed, where his lube was, he saw Matt spread his legs even further. Zac quickly moved back between Matt’s legs, popped the bottle open and squirted some lube on his finger.
He squirted a few drops down the crack of Matt’s ass before closing the lid and tossing the bottle on the nightstand. He glanced up at Matt’s flushed face, wanting to be sure he was ready for what Zac was about to do.
“Matt, is this ok?”
“Please, yes, please fuck me,” Matt cried out.
Zac smiled at his mate’s eager response even as he lightly smoothed his fingers over Matt, feeling his body quiver at his delicate touch. Zac groaned at how responsive Matt was.. He wished they could spend a week in bed, not just a night before heading home. If Matt was this sensitive to his finger, Zac couldn’t wait to find out what he did when Zac’s cock pushed deep inside him.
Rubbing his fingers around in a circle, Zack rimmed the edges of Matt’s hole, pushing in little by little until Matt was nearly mindless on the bed. Matt panted, his legs shook, and his head thrashed on the bed from side to side. Matt’s response fascinated Zac.. He’d never seen anyone so responsive to just a touch, and he barely explored the rest of Matt’s body.
Without warning, Zac pushed two fingers into Matt, immediately feeling the muscles around them clench in protest. When Matt cried out, Zac froze, thinking he had been too rough with his little mate.
About to apologize, his eyes widened when he watched Matt’s whole body shake as he moaned in pleasure. Zac watched Matt’s face as he moved his fingers in and out of the man. He moved slowly at first but as Matt’s moans turned into whimpers, Zack sped up his movements and added a third finger.
“Please don’t tease me—I need—I need,” Matt began to beg.
“I know what you need, Matt,” Zac hissed trying to keep control so he didn’t attack his mate and go feral on him. Zac pulled his fingers free and replaced them with his hard, aching cock.
He held Matt’s thighs up to his chest and watched as he slowly pushed himself into his mate. Inch by slow inch, his cock disappeared deep within Matt’s tight grasp. As Zac pushed all the way in, then slowly pulled out, Matt cried out.
Bingo! Sweet spot found and stroked.
Zac kept his eyes on Matt’s face as he thrust himself in and out of the man. His movements became faster and more erratic as Matt’s muscles tightened around him with each thrust.
Matt’s whimpers and cries of pleasure were driving him towards an orgasm faster than anything he had ever experienced before. He knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. Zac grabbed Matt’s leaking cock and stroked him in time with his thrusts.
Zac heard Matt cry out his name as hot liquid filled the space between them, covering his hand. Zac stroked Matt a few times more before moving his hands to Matt’s hips in a tight grasp. Matt’s inner muscles clamped down on his cock, squeezing him. Yelling louder than he ever remembered during sex, Zac came, filling his mate with his hot seed, claiming him.
Zac collapsed on Matt as the knot at the end of his cock extended, locking him into place within his mate. Matt started moaning again. For what seemed like hours, Zac’s cock continued to pulse, sending spurt after spurt of seed into his little mate, extending his pleasure.
Zack’s orgasm finally subsided, and the knot keeping him locked inside Matt finally receded. He licked the mating bite closed then lifted his head to look at his mate. Realizing Matt was already asleep, Zac pulled the covers down from under Matt.
Pulling Matt close to his chest and the covers over both of them, he took a deep inhale of his mate’s wonderful scent. “I’m going to fall for you hard,” Zac whispered against Matt’s hair. “Please love me back,”

Spirit Bear
(Environmental Romance)
From Devine Destinies
http://www.devinedestinies.com
NOW AVAILABLE
Royalties donated to environmental organizations. For more info visit http://rodraglin.com

Kimberley James is hoping her new assignment will jumpstart her stalled career with a New York corporate relations firm. Her client wants to develop a mega ski resort in northern Canada. Her job is to convince the current owners of the land to sell. With millions of dollars to be made, it seems like a done deal.

Until she runs up against Jonah Baker.

Baker is part owner of a lodge on the land and an ardent environmentalist. He’s not about to permit a development that threatens ancient rainforests and the habitat of the rare and endangered Spirit Bear for any price.

Kim begrudgingly respects his principles before profit, but cannot allow a tree-hugging, bear- loving zealot to derail her fast track to success.

Jonah admires her determination and worldliness, but will fight to the end to stop a materialistic corporate climber from destroying something rare and unique.

Will their mutual attraction to one another be a catalyst that helps develop an understanding? Will the mythical, white Spirit Bear survive, and what role will it play in resolving what appears to be irreconcilable differences?


EXCERPT/PROLOGUE
Extremely low temperatures accentuate sound but despite the stinging cold, there was silence. No wind stirred the naked branches with its frosty breath. The ice that sealed the lake ceased to moan and crack. There was no song, call or footfall on the frozen white ground. It was as still as it was before Creator, the Raven, gave voice to the rainforest. All life seemed suspended in anticipation.

Then it fell. Whimsically it drifted down from an opaque sky and simultaneously was caressed and carried by the first puff of air. Randomly it fluttered, buffeted now by the increasing breeze, slipping between evergreen boughs, finally coming to rest. The white tailed doe licked the snowflake from her nose. She stood, and her twin fawns that were nestled close beside her, did as well. A glance from their mother left them motionless in the glade as she gracefully moved to the forest edge and gazed across the lake.

The mounting wind sent the crisp leaves scattering across the steel gray surface. Clouds the color of a fresh bruise, threatened the pale sun, imprisoned as it was in a nimbus of ice crystals. It was time to move deeper into the forest and away from the numbing wind that raced unopposed across the exposed expanse.

Blinking the now frequent flakes from her eyes, the mother returned to her family and they began the perilous journey to a haven she knew and hoped would protect them from the breaking storm and ever present predators.

Without further preliminaries, the mid-winter storm exploded. The air was filled with snow falling neither up nor down, but whipped in the direction of a lashing wind. The ancient trees creaked and moaned as they withstood the furious onslaught and the void of silence that had encompassed the Great Bear Rainforest of northwest British Columbia, Canada, was filled with the roar of the gale.

The family of deer was moving too slowly across the open area. The mother used her body as a plow to create a path through the deepening drifts but the fawns still found it difficult. With each step their spindly legs sank into the soft snow up to their chests. Her son, stronger and more determined, was doing better than his sister, who seemed close to exhaustion. The doe moved to her side, licked the delicate face clean of white flakes and prodded the panting flank with her head. As a result of the encouragement, the frail youngster managed to get her front legs clear.

A hissing sound distracted the pair and they both looked toward the other fawn a hundred meters ahead and now nearing the edge of the forest. One moment he was there, valiantly struggling to get through the drifts, the next he was gone.

Instinctively knowing what was about to happen, the doe tried to get between the advancing avalanche and her surviving offspring, but she was no match for the tons of speeding snow and ice that engulfed them.

The wind-packed slopes had released their load farther up the mountain and now a large outcrop of rock split the torrent into two channels. Protected by the bluff was a single, prehistoric, Yellow Hemlock. Battered and broken, it still survived, with roots securely entwined after centuries among the boulders and chunks of granite. This symbiosis of living wood and constant rock had formed a shallow cavern, where now, sheltered from the mayhem of the mid-winter onslaught, a miracle of life was taking place, just as one was ending.

Inside the cavern the blackness was absolute. The entrance, shored up with earth and covered with fir boughs, was now topped off with two feet of insulating snow. The floor was soft with leaves, meadow grass and pine needles. The excavation had been completed in early October and the decorating throughout that month.

Now in her tenth year, Sitka had mated for the third time in the late spring, but she had never had an opportunity to raise cubs. Born while she was in hibernation, the pair from her first pregnancy had suffocated when she had inadvertently rolled on them. The poor salmon run the following fall prevented her from gaining the necessary body weight for the fertilized embryos to develop. Sitka still carried the disappointment of waking in the spring with no babies.

This year the Creator had favored her. In June she had been courted by a very large, very attentive, gentle black male. For several days he kept a respectable distance, smelling her day beds and sniffing her urine to see how receptive she was. When he got too close, she would run away, and then turn to see if he was following. Because of his patience with her “hard to get” antics, in time, she allowed him to get closer and closer.

When she entered her estrous period they became inseparable. The ensuing days were filled with wrestling, nuzzling, playfully chewing on each other’s head and repeated mating. Then, with a swat in the face that made his ears ring and nose run, Sitka let him know it was time to be on his way.

In late August the salmon returned. Tens of thousands of adult fish churned the river shallows as they fought to make it to their spawning grounds. She waded right in amongst the masses, selecting just the females, fat with eggs. She had gorged herself on the rich roe, gaining nearly a third more body weight in six weeks.

Winter came early in the northern latitudes and by the end of October she was snuggled up in her cozy den. As she slipped into her long winter sleep her heart rate dropped from between 40 to 50 beats per minute, to eight to ten. She would not eat or drink, neither would she urinate nor defecate during the next five months. The fat put on during the fall would metabolize and she would lose 30 per cent of her body weight in the ensuing months.

Sometime in January her cubs had been born. Just one-tenth the weight of a human baby, they would struggle to find a tit, then alternately nurse and sleep until their mother arose in April.

This was the miracle taking place as the avalanche swept the family of deer to an icy death. Deep in its heart, the old tree protected its precious tenants as they suckled the nutrient rich milk and dreamed the dream of the pure, the innocent and the sacred.

For these were no ordinary bears. These were Moksgm’ol, spirits of the Great Bear Rainforest to the First Nations Tsimshian people. Their legend says that Creator, the Raven, decided to create a reminder of when the world was once covered with ice and snow. To do this, he flew among the black and brown bear people and turned every tenth one white.

Ursus Americanus Kermodei, is a rare subspecies of the black bear that, due to the result of a double recessive gene, is pure white. Rare as they are, what had taken place in the den beneath the old growth giant was rarer still. Not only was the mother a Kermode, so were both her offspring. Biologists would say this was an impossibility. But to the Creator, the Raven, nothing was impossible. And he had a special reason for bringing these three creatures to life. They would play a pivotal role in saving the sacred old growth rainforest.

Eagleridge Bluffs
(Environmental Romance)
From Devine Destinies
http://www.devinedestinies.com
NOW AVAILABLE
Royalties donated to environmental organizations. For more info visit http://rodraglin.com


Miriam is forty and frustrated. In an attempt to enhance her living-just-to-breathe life, she joins some neighbours protesting a highway bypass that will destroy Eagleridge Bluffs. Not only are the Bluffs her special sanctuary, they’re also the beautiful home of rare and endangered plants and animals.

The protest gains the support of environmental organizations including the attention of a group of eco-radicals lead by an enigmatic young man named Zaahir.

Miriam is mesmerized by this charismatic leader and sees him as someone that can save her as well as the Bluffs.

But is Zaahir just using Miriam to help him further his radical political agenda? As legal channels fail and civil disobedience falters, Miriam is seduced into the murky world of eco-terrorism.


EXCERPT
Time seemed to be suspended and Miriam had no idea if her comrade had been gone two or ten minutes. Her mind drifted back to that day on the Bluffs, her fortieth birthday, when she had felt so succinctly that change was at hand. She could never have imagined how it would manifest itself. It was both frightening and comforting, she realized, depending on how you embraced it.

Zaahir appeared beside her and time resumed its march toward eternity. She watched as he taped a brick of clay-looking material to the fuel tank of the truck she was crouched beside, set a timing device and then stuck the wire that protruded into the clay and taped it to the metal as well. “We’ve got four minutes, lets go.”

As they began to retreat back up the Bluffs they heard voices. Two figures had emerged from the command post and were talking casually as they walked, unsuspectingly, towards the equipment depot. They both carried powerful flashlights.

“We have to warn them,” Miriam said, without hesitation.

“Keep with the plan,” Zaahir said, as he shrugged off his backpack and removed a flashlight from it. “And remember, don’t wait more than fifteen minutes for me at the car.”

“Zee.” Miriam was trembling. She clutched his free hand. “I’m afraid.”

“So am I.”

“Please come back. I think I ….”

Zaahir put a finger to her lips. “Shh, Orang. We will have our time together yet.” Then darting from the cover of the bush, he ran towards the officers. When he got within twenty-five metres of them, he turned on his flashlight and aimed it at their faces.

“Hey, you. Stop.” It was a woman’s voice.

Zaahir ran swiftly past them only ten metres to their left.
“Police, stop,” The startled officers began to give chase, away from the equipment depot.
“Call for backup Jill, I’ll go after him.”

The female officer angled off and headed for the command post while her male partner took off after Zaahir who was disappearing up the logging road.

The first small explosion lit the night like a brilliant flare. Both officers stopped and turned in time to see the subsequent blasts erupt in a huge, orange fireball. They barely had time to shield their eyes before the shock wave knocked them flat. The sound of the explosion bounced off the Bluffs and it’s ferocity shook windows in the Caulfield community across the highway. White, hot shrapnel zinged past Miriam and ricocheted with a deadly whine off the surrounding rocks.

The parking lot was now illuminated like a movie set and nothing moved on the pavement except the dancing shadows of the flames and debris still falling from the mushroom cloud that was billowing up over the blast site.

“Get up, please get up,” Miriam prayed as she stared transfixed at the fallen police officers.

The female officer was the first to recover. Painfully she stood and looked about her like a shell-shocked combat soldier. “Sarge, Sarge!” She limped toward her fallen comrade who wasn’t moving.

Miriam couldn’t breath. The sea wind was blowing the acrid smoke and the sickly, sweet smell of burning diesel back onto the Bluffs, over the spot where she was concealed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she repeated, her apology suffocated by the angry roar of the conflagration. She should go, she must go, but her limbs failed to respond.

As the officer knelt, her sergeant lifted himself on his elbows. He reached over and touched the woman’s leg and retrieved his hand, dripping with blood. He stood quickly, assessing the situation, and barking orders into his two-way radio. Taking the constable’s arm, he assisted her towards the command centre.

Miriam breathed, then vomited on her army surplus boots. Turning her back on the carnage, she weakly continued along the escape route.

Rock and a Hard Place by Kate Hill
(Erotic Sci-Fi)
From Changeling Press
http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1352
Release Date: 03/25/2010

On Alpha Island men sell their flesh through prostitution or gladiatorial matches. Brothers Iron and Rock have almost earned enough in the arena to buy their freedom. When tragedy strikes during a match, Rock refuses to fight again, even if it means staying on Alpha Island forever.

Accidentally transported to the planet Amazurn, Earth women Geri and Dee thought all they wanted was to return home, until they fell in love with the sexy twin gladiators. Tender yet powerful Rock has claimed Geri's heart and fiery Iron is Dee's perfect match. The women must choose between their home world and love.

When Rock and Iron are invited by the Queen of Amazurn to participate in a gladiatorial challenge with freedom as the prize, they have a chance for a new life with their lovers. But the competition is fierce and rather than gaining their freedom, the brothers might lose their lives.

Read an excerpt from Rock and a Hard Place at
http://kate-hill.com/doubletime/books.html#rockandahardplace