Rage

  

Release Day: May 28th, 2015


Genre: Dark Romance, Contemporary

Series: Fire and Steel Series

Synopsis:

Death. That’s all Fire and Steel M.C. brings Layla. A trail of death and destruction that leave her completely ravaged. She moved a thousand miles to escape the brutality and vengeance of the club, but she was forged in the club and never as free as she believed…

When her brother is murdered death brings her right back into the clutches of the M.C. and under the watchful of Cullen “Rage” McFadden, her first love.

Can she resist the temptation he represents, or will he drag her down into his world one more time?

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Black Widow Witch by A. J. Locke

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Title: Black Widow Witch
Author: A. J. Locke
Release Date: 5/15/2014
Genre: Urban Fantasy

A deadly curse, a deadly assassin, and one shot to save everyone she loves…

Malachi Erami can’t fall in love. After she’s caught with Knave, the witch Queen’s favorite lover, she’s cursed to savagely butcher any man she falls for. Exiled to live among humans, Malachi runs a bar that serves magic-laced drinks, but since her curse labels her high risk, she’s also closely monitored. Julian Vira is her latest babysitter, but he’s also the first man since Knave that she’s been attracted to. Good-looking and nonjudgmental of her horrible curse? Yeah, he’s hard to resist.

  But when Malachi finds a body behind her bar, she knows she’s in trouble. If the Witches Control Council gets wind of it, she’ll be accused of murder and sent to her death. And when her friends start getting framed for murder, she realizes she’s not the only target. Malachi and Julian dig into the evidence to clear her name, but the closer they get to answers, the closer the curse comes to taking over. So when Malachi uncovers a plot to kill the witch Queen, she finds herself suddenly recruited into service, with the promise of having her curse lifted and a reunion with Knave as well. But if she fails, Knave will die. And she and Julian might not live long enough to see that happen.

Excerpt: Chapter One

Today was the anniversary of the worst day of my life, and I’d been trying to forget about it by consuming a vast amount of booze. The fact that I owned a bar greatly helped with that endeavor, and the fact that I was drunk was an accomplishment, since witches weren’t easily susceptible to alcohol. Humans were onto something with this whole drinking-to-forget-one’s-crappy-life thing.
Behind the bar, I poured a shot for an eager customer. Amaretto, Southern Comfort peach liqueur, and sweet-and-sour mix went into the glass, then I held my hand over the drink and let a stream of purple magic, the same color as my eyes, flow into it. The drink glowed purple for a few seconds, then I handed it to the customer, who drank it with no hesitation. After slamming the glass down, he grabbed the tipsy woman who’d been hanging on him and gave her a sloppy kiss, then led her out of the bar. I smiled and shook my head. The magic I’d put into the shot, aptly named Piece of Ass, would ensure they didn’t leave the bedroom tonight.

Somewhere in the room I heard riotous laughter, and above that the voice eliciting that laughter. Xiune was having a good night for a change and wasn’t holed up in my office. Though since she was just a head inside a clear acrylic box, it was understandable that sometimes all she wanted to do was hide.

“Malachi, darling!” Xiune called. “Seven handsome young men have requested the Challenge!” I smiled slyly. I loved administering the Challenge.

“It’s time for the Seven Deadly Sins Challenge!” I announced, filling up eight shot glasses with vodka, one of which I downed. “Which sin will it be and what will its victim do?” People shouted their guesses while I sent tendrils of magic into the shots. My magic sparked like tiny bolts of lightning, and like the shot I had just made, the liquid briefly glowed purple. I focused on one of the glasses and started whispering a spell, channeling the essence of one of the seven deadly sins through my body. For a brief moment, my body became flushed with a feeling of ravenous desire, then it flowed out of me into the shot glass. I felt rather charged and wondered if this had been the right sin to choose tonight. But hey, I was drunk, and I kind of wanted to see someone suffer. Misery loves company right?

I levitated the shot glasses onto a tray and sauntered over to the table where Xiune was entertaining the men who thought they were up for the Challenge. With her flawless complexion, golden eyes, and vibrant red hair, Xiune didn’t need a body to be beautiful. I’d known her when she had one though, and if she’d been sitting there in all her glory, she’d have every man kneeling at her feet. Her allure was only heightened by the fact that she was a bodiless beauty who used her magic to float herself around in a box. The box wasn’t necessary for Xiune to move around, but she felt safer inside it when she was out in public. That way if a witch hater spat on her, she’d have a shield. It also prevented those on the other end of the spectrum, people who were fascinated by witches, from getting too close. I set the shot glasses down and motioned for the men to stand around the table. They looked like your typical college fare: unkempt hair, sagging pants, and some sort of ironic or sports themed T-shirt. High-fives and shit talking all around.

“Now boys,” I said, leaning forward on my forearms, giving my cleavage time to shine. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? One of you is moments away from experiencing a sin you may or may not enjoy.” They assured me they were man enough to handle any sin, and I smiled. The fun thing about the Challenge was that everyone handled it differently. One man caught with gluttony had run across the street to McDonalds, spent over a hundred dollars on food, then sat on the floor and gorged himself. A woman under the same gluttony spell had tried to eat her friend’s purse.

“Let’s hope it’s lust and let’s hope it’s me,” one of the men said, winking at me. He stood a couple of inches over six feet, had brown hair and a lanky physique. If he started spending time at the gym, maybe his lame come-ons would give him more luck getting laid.

“Honey, I would eat you up,” I said with a slow smile. Normally I would never have said such a line, but all the alcohol I had consumed was speaking for me. He probably had no idea how true those words were though, because his smile never wavered. However, for a moment after I spoke, I saw another face in place of his, and it cut through my drunken haze like a knife. I gasped, and he must have thought that was a sign he had a chance with me, because his smile became more lascivious. Lucky for him, he did nothing for me.

“Malachi, let’s get this show going.” Xiune slid her box over to nudge me, and I shook my head and turned back to the waiting crowd.

“All right, it’s about to go down!” I yelled. “For anyone who hasn’t witnessed the Challenge before, I’ll explain how it works. One of these shot glasses is infused with the essence of one of the seven deadly sins, and the recipient will be overcome with that sin for the next half hour, while the others will experience the most euphoric feeling they’ve ever experienced from a shot of alcohol.” I motioned for the men to pick up a glass, and Mister Flirtatious had one more wink for me.

“Gentlemen, take your shot of sin!” They took their shots to the head. When they slammed their glasses down, every eye in the room was on them. After about twenty seconds, one of the men—not Winky—suddenly gasped, whipped his head around, and bolted from among his friends to accost a mildly attractive woman standing nearby.

“Fuck me! Fuck me, please!” He shook her by the upper arms while she stared at him, mortified, as his friends tried to pry him off her. I brayed with laughter, as did Xiune and everyone else in the bar.

“Oh god, I’m so horny. Someone please, fuck me!” He struggled against his laughing friends, trying to reach any female in sight, with his erection leading the way. Lust had been the winner tonight, and for the next thirty minutes this poor sap would be lusting after every woman he saw, whether she was twenty-eight or eighty-two. He even lurched toward Xiune, but she floated out of the way. Xiune was one sexy head in a box and had a mouth she could work wonders with. She often came out of her box to work those wonders on any willing man. There were more than you’d think.

“Right sin, wrong guy, right?” brown-haired dude said to me.

I rolled my eyes. “You and your friends will have your hands full for the next half hour. I suggest you hold on to him real good and don’t be surprised if he turns to one of you when it starts to look like he won’t be getting any women.”

He laughed and pulled out his cell phone. “I’ll call his girlfriend, though she’ll probably be too pissed at him for doing this to alleviate his lust.” He left the bar to make the call, while the other five continued to hold on to their friend, laughing like they’d never experienced anything so hilarious in their lives. Some of the more mischievous or drunk women teased the guy by parading in front of him and doing dirty little stripper moves. Only his friends’ hold stopped him from tackling one of them and trying to rip her clothes off.

I wasn’t afraid of things getting out of hand because I could break the spell any time I wanted. There was always a point where things stopped being amusing and started getting annoying. I left them and headed back behind the bar, while Xiune found another table of people to entertain. She was a wonderful songstress, and soon her melodic voice filled the bar as I went back to making magicked drinks. I glanced at my watch, noting that it was almost midnight, which meant the day was almost over. That didn’t actually mean anything though. The day passing didn’t mean I would forget the curse that was hanging over my life.

“Hey, Malachi, can you pass me a knife?”

“Knave?” I quickly turned to the busboy, James, who was bent over a box behind the bar.
“No, I said knife,” he said. My throat was suddenly tight, but I reached under the bar, got a knife, and handed it to him. I stood back and ran my hands through my short black curls, blowing out a slow breath as I tried to rein in my reaction to thinking I had heard the name Knave. That was the name attached to the face I did not like to think about, but no amount of alcohol and rowdy college boys taking the Challenge could truly put him from my mind. I didn’t want to see Knave’s face, didn’t want to think about the hard muscles my hands used to slide over, following the planes of his body to his waist and not stopping until I touched something that arched his back and made him whisper my name. I didn’t want to think about the nights we’d spent wrapped in each other’s arms, feeling our hearts beating against each other. But of course, since his name crossed my lips, he was all I could think about.

Falling in love with Knave was why I was cursed. And I could only blame myself. I should have known better than to take someone else’s lover to my bed. Especially if the woman crossed was a witch queen who was powerful, sadistic, and known to curse people just for sneezing out of place.
“Malachi? Excuse me, Malachi?” I blinked and brought myself out of my thoughts, turning to see that one of the other busboys, Dan, was trying to get my attention. He held a box of empty liquor bottles and needed me to move so he could pass. I shuffled out of the way, but thinking of Knave and my curse, along with all the beer and shots I’d drunk tonight, made me feel slightly unstable. Suddenly, the rowdiness in my bar wasn’t fun; it was obnoxious, and I wanted to get away from it. I headed through the door Dan had passed through, into the hallway that led to my office and the Dumpster out back. Halfway down the hallway, I heard a crash, followed by a scream. I ran through the back door, taking in several things at once that left me rooted to the spot. One, the revolting stench that went far beyond what our single Dumpster could give off. Two, Dan standing rigidly a few feet away with broken bottles scattered at his feet. And three, the thing that had caused him to drop the bottles and scream. Behind the Dumpster was a dead body.

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Authors Bio:
A.J. Locke is an author and artist, originally from Trinidad, now residing in New York City. Black Widow Witch is her second published novel, and other than writing she enjoys reading, drawing, painting, graphic design, and watching too much television.

Blog:  http://iqurae.blogspot.com/
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Other books:

Affairs of the Dead http:// www.amazon.com/Affairs-of-the-Dead-ebook/dp/B00CF0OWAW/ref=sr_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1366379644&sr=1-6&keywords=affairs+of+the+dead
Elemental Inferno http:// www.amazon.com/Elemental-Inferno-A-J-Locke-ebook/dp/B00GWO0Z26/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1385425858&sr=8-1&keywords=elemental+inferno

Nightlings by J. Lee Roberts

CATALINA QUEEN OF THE NIGHTLINGS VOLUME 1: CLEOPATRA’S PEARLS

J. LEE ROBERTS

 

Blurb:  Adventures of a sexy seductress.

“I’m not your average monster. In the past, I have toppled, liberated, and even ruled kingdoms. Believe me, I’m over that lifestyle. My motto is, ‘Learn from the past; love in the present’.

 

“By day, I’m Catalina Purdy, proprietor of Purdy Antiques. By night, under cover of darkness, I expose my true nature.

 

“I enjoy; long walks on the beach, candlelit dinners, easy men, and feasting off the chemicals they produce when sexually aroused.

 

“I also love my job. I am eternally thirsty for the chance to hunt down rare, exotic pieces. However, I’m not hard to please, I’ll take any piece I can get, and I always get what I want.”

 

Reader Advisory: Be forewarned, the story within, contains X-rated tales of Nightlings, naughty escapades. 

 

 

Excerpt:  Now, I know exactly what you’re thinking, “Not another vampire.” Yes, all the signs are there, but I adamantly refute the title. I am a Nightling. Not any insignificant Nightling though. I am Catalina, Queen of the Nightlings. Still confused? It’s easy to understand why. Fangs, bloodsucking, power, and ageless beauty. Yes, I possess all the telltale signs of your classic vamp. Alas, I am not one of those adrenaline-sucking egomaniacs.

 

So, what exactly is a Nightling, you ask? Over the centuries we have been called many names. Succubus, Lorelei, seductress, mantrap, siren, enchantress, lady of the night, the list goes on and on. Any of those ring a bell? Let me explain.

 

The realm of bloodsuckers is not as black and white as the world has always thought. To be truthful, besides our choice of chemical needs, we are quite alike. Let me break it down so there is absolutely no confusion.

 

I am an ancient creature. I was born as I am. Others have been made, but not me. I have fangs that retract, which are capable of extracting the hormone oxytocin from the human bloodstream. My razor-sharp fangs work two ways. First, they extract the hormones I need to survive, and second, they pump back in the blood you will most definitely need. However, I have complete control as to whether I give back the fundamental fluid. I usually do. Usually.

 

Oxytocin is the hormone that is secreted when the body feels pleasure, arousal, or passion. Enter the succubus. The hormone keeps me strong, fed, and eternally beautiful. On the other hand, vamps extract adrenaline from their victims, which is why they use fear to extract the chemicals they need. And yes, they have the power to return the human blood as well, but they are a grumpier sort of monster.

 

Death does not come easy to either of us. Light, crosses, and holy water are completely useless. However, garlic does taint the blood, and vamps say it inhibits the manufacturing of adrenaline. I think they just like to whine about anything they can.

 

As far as I know, death only comes from dismemberment. However, my bones are as strong as steel, and my skin like marble. You really have to piss off one of your own kind to get killed. I generally try to avoid such situations. The phrase, “I’m a lover not a fighter” was originally coined by me.

Author Bio:

J. Lee Roberts spends her time between the majestic Hawaiian Islands and the soft, rolling foot hills of Central California. She loves dancing and experiencing live music. She spends her days tinkering in her garden, where she grows an abundance of fruit, vegetables and fragrant flowers. She spends her nights snuggling with her hunky, blue-eyed partner.

 

When not dancing, gardening or snuggling, J. Lee enjoys spending time with the girls. Anything can happen at a girls night; naughty photo, poker tournaments, and the occasional solstice celebration are just some of the crazy things they get up to on a girls night out.

 

Catalina, Queen of the Nightlings, Volume 1: Cleopatra’s Pearls is the first in a long line of tales, involving a sexy seductress, who just can’t be satisfied. J. Lee Roberts is also in the process of Finishing her first, full-length thriller, The Cross.

Her contact Information Is: http://luminositypublishing.com/product/catalina-queen-of-the-nightlings/

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The Howling Heart by April Bostic

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An Excerpt:

Chapter Two

The dream lingered when I arrived for work. I sat at my desk and immediately booted my laptop. I should’ve been reading company e-mail, but I went on the Internet, instead. After a quick Google search, I found a photo of a white wolf and saved it as my wallpaper. I immediately closed the browser, my eyes darting around the office. I had to be cautious when browsing the Web. My boss could walk by at any minute, and she didn’t tolerate a moment of company time spent indulging in personal, online pleasures. If she caught you, you had better have a convincing reason, or she’d fire you on the spot.

I took my position seriously and enjoyed my dream job at Elle, a prestigious fashion magazine. I started as an intern five years ago while I was a freshman at New York University. When I graduated last year, they offered me a position as the Assistant to the Creative Editor.

Nina Fuentes is my boss and one of the most respected Creative Editors in the magazine industry. She’s also the first Latina to hold the position at Elle. I’ve always been ambitious and hoped to sit in her office one day instead of outside of it.

My phone rang, and I heard our receptionist, Lacey’s, voice on the other end.

“Nina is on her way up and wants to see you in her office, now.” Her voice sounded serious.

“Sure, but how did Nina sound when she called you? Did she sound pissed off?” I nibbled my bottom lip nervously.

Lacey giggled. “No, she sounded normal. I don’t think you’re in trouble.”

I released a breath. Although I’m ambitious, I tend to be a little absentminded at the wrong times. It’s never intentional, and I hope I hadn’t exhausted Nina’s patience. I couldn’t count the number of instances where I thought she’d fire me. I guess she realized I had potential if I could organize myself better. The BlackBerry she gave me really helped, and I’d gone five months without forgetting anything important. That was a record for me. She was the one who hired me as an intern. I thought that perhaps she saw me as her protégé. Any opportunity she presented to me, I always tried to impress her and give 110%.

After I hung up the phone, I walked swiftly to Nina’s office. I should be sitting in her office when she arrives, not the other way around.

The door to her office was open, so I took a seat on the other side of her massive, birch wood desk. She’s meticulous about her belongings, and everyone in the office knows never to touch anything unless she gives you permission. I sat patiently with my hands folded in my lap and watched the second-hand tick on the fourteen-karat gold Tiffany clock on her desk. I heard her voice within close distance, so I quickly retrieved my BlackBerry from my pocket. In addition to working on my absentmindedness, I worked hard on my preparation skills.

I heard Nina’s voice behind me, her Spanish accent prominent. “Ah, Paige. I needed to see you.”

I turned my neck to look at her, but she quickly walked to her desk. She wore a turquoise dress by Donna Karan featured in this month’s issue, and silver pumps with stiletto heels that clicked on the floor. My gaze followed her every move intently. I was secretly envious. Nina always dressed like she could be photographed at any moment.

“Yes, is everything all right?”

Her black tresses were styled bone-straight with a part in the middle. She put her Coach bag on the desk before she sat in her cream leather office chair. She didn’t answer me right away, and I just looked into her toffee brown eyes in anticipation.

She smirked and lifted an arched brow. “Don’t worry. You’re not in trouble.”

I sighed in relief before I let out a nervous laugh. “Oh, that’s good.”

“I wanted to thank you for helping us get Hilary Duff for the August cover. I saw her photos from the shoot, and they’re beautiful.” She smiled brilliantly with perfect Veneers and leaned back in her chair.

“You’re welcome. When Keira Knightley canceled, I knew Warren would be pulling his hair out and running around like a headless chicken trying to find a replacement. I had the contact number for Hilary’s publicist, so I figured it was worth a shot.”

“When Farrah was injured and went on disability, you stepped in and took the lead on her unfinished projects. The people from Burberry told me they were very impressed with you. I want you to know I appreciate you coming through for us in times of desperation.” Her voice lowered. “I know I don’t always thank you.” She leaned toward me and crossed her arms on the desk. “I’ve noticed how hard you’ve been working.” She paused and sighed. “I know you’ve had problems organizing, but you’ve improved tremendously. I think it’s time we recognize everything you’ve accomplished here.”

I felt my blue eyes widen. The anticipation to hear the rest of her conversation was killing me.

With a smile, she said, “As you know, we’re doing a shoot in three weeks for Vera Wang’s new Princess bridal line.”

I unconsciously leaned toward her and felt my BlackBerry about to slip out of my sweaty palm. I clutched it tightly.

“I want you to lead the project. I’m giving you full creative control. This will be your photo shoot. Consult with me if you need anything that requires my approval.”

I gasped, and her shimmering, glossed lips spread into a wide grin. “You do know what this means, don’t you?”

I swallowed against a nervous lump in my throat, and my voice was a pathetic croak. “No…what?”

She leaned back again but tapped her French manicured nails atop the desk. “I’m promoting you to Creative Designer.”

I squeezed the life out of my BlackBerry. I was so stunned that I gaped openly.

“Yes, you’re excited. I know. I can tell,” she said dryly.

I smiled in relief, and this time, I could appropriately express my gratitude. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

She started typing on her laptop, indicating she was dismissing me. I rose slowly from the chair, because my knees felt weak.

As I turned to walk out, she said, “Wait, I need you to get Marc Jacobs on the phone. I must speak with him as soon as possible.”

“Sure, right away!” I scurried toward the door.

“Oh, and Paige…”

I paused in the doorway and whirled around. “Yes?”

She gave me a hard look. “Don’t let me down.”

I hoped she could hear the earnest conviction in my voice. “I won’t…I promise.”

After I connected Nina with Marc, I went downstairs to the Advertising department to share my promotion news with my boyfriend, Trevor, who worked as a Junior Executive. Relationships in the workplace were not encouraged, but we’ve successfully kept ours a secret for the last six months.

Excitement filled me as I walked swiftly down the hallway. His office had a giant window facing the hall, and what I saw inside made me halt my steps. He had a visitor, and they seemed a little too close for my comfort. Heather, one of the project leaders, was a smitten schoolgirl while she chatted with my man. With her legs crossed, her short, black skirt rode high up her thigh as she sat casually on the arm of his loveseat.

I slowed my steps and proceeded with caution. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions, so I continued to observe them. Trevor has always been outgoing and friendly with everyone, but his demeanor toward Heather caused me concern, especially the way he hovered over her and rested his hand on that exposed thigh.

She flipped her long, blonde hair over one shoulder and dipped her head back as she laughed. I knew that move—expose the curvature of your neck so he wants to put his mouth there. Her tangerine top was cut ridiculously low this afternoon and showed more cleavage than was professionally necessary. The closer I crept, the more details I noticed. Her black lace bra peeked out from underneath her top, and Trevor’s long fingers made small circles against her skin.

When Heather put her hand on his cheek, and he encouraged her by moving in closer, I entered his office without knocking. The doorstop twanged as I swung the door open. Trevor jumped away from her, and his hand went to his chestnut hair in a nervous gesture.

He stammered, “Oh hey, Paige. What’s up?” Then, he cleared his throat and glanced warily at Heather.

Busted.

I stood with a fake smile plastered on my face. “Hi, Trevor. Got a minute?”

He returned a tight smile. Then, he focused his blue-gray eyes back on Heather. “Could you excuse us?”

She sucked in her cheeks and threw me a superior look.

I lifted an eyebrow and put a hand on my hip. Bitch, I dare you to say something to me.

She took her time getting up, almost reluctantly. Rolling her blue eyes, she huffed in annoyance. “Yeah, whatever.”

I held her steely glare as she walked past me, and I was tempted to extend my foot. In my mind’s eye, I saw her fall ungraciously into a heap of slutty clothes and cheap hair extensions. I heard her voice behind me, sounding like a seductive purr.

“Talk to you later, Trev.”

Trevor gave her a dismissive wave. “Okay, yeah.”

I heard Heather’s footsteps until they faded around the corner. I waited for Trevor to explain, but he just looked at me with a blank expression. I guess my hard stare was making him uncomfortable, because he moved to sit behind his desk.

“What’s up?”

I marched up to his desk. “What’s up? I should be asking you that question. What’s up with you and Heather? What was that about? You guys were a little too chummy, don’t you think? Your hand was on her thigh, and you looked like you were going to kiss her.” My jealousy bubbled just below the surface, now.

Trevor wouldn’t meet my gaze, and I felt my anger rising. To think that I came here, excited to share my good news. Thanks for bursting my happy bubble with your playboy tendencies.

“I was bribing her, because I need her help with something,” he said nonchalantly. “She’s attracted to me, and I know she’ll give into me if I pretend to flirt with her.”

I scoffed. “Really? You expect me to believe that bullshit?”

He finally met my gaze. “Yes, I do.”

He stood abruptly and came around to the other side of the desk. His six-foot-two stature towered over my five-foot-seven frame.

“I expect you to trust me.”

I sighed. “Yeah…well, it’s difficult when I see you in compromising positions like that.”

His arm encircled my waist. “I’m sorry, babe.” His expression softened. “It was nothing…really. I’m just using my natural, God-given gift of charm to get what I want from her. She means nothing to me.” He winked and gave me a roguish look.

I was about to put my arms around his neck, but I remembered people could see us. My arms remained at my sides.

“What if she wants something else in return? Like a jump in the sack?”

He laughed lightly. “No way. I told her I had a girlfriend.” My eyes widened. “Don’t worry. I didn’t mention your name.”

Deep down, I wished he had.

I sat on one of the chairs in front of his desk. “I came here to tell you some good news.” Trevor smiled and perched himself on the edge of the desk. “Nina promoted me to Creative Designer.”

His brows shot upward. “Really? That’s great, hon.” He put a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Hey, you deserve it,” he said tenderly. “I hear you’re always helping people get out of tight situations and still meet their deadlines. It’s about time Nina recognized it, too.”

“Thanks, baby,” I replied fondly.

He moved from his spot to stand behind me. “Do you know what we should do?”

I felt him massage my shoulders, and a soft moan escaped me. “No…what?”

“We should celebrate.”

“Really? How?”

He moved in front of me, his expression joyous. “What about a little get-together at your apartment? You could serve finger foods and break out the champagne. It’ll be awesome!”

I smiled at his enthusiasm and agreed with his great idea.

My Review :
This book starts off during Paige Donovan’s youth. Her father & mother decide to take a family vacation at a cabin in the Colorado Rockies, unfortunately, her parents are unable to break their normal routine of arguing. After hearing her mother blame part of the problems on her for being too messy, Paige decides to pack a bag & run away. While she’s in the woods that she ran away to, she discovers she ran a lot further than she thought and starts to become scared.
Luckily for Paige, a wolf pup comes to befriend & comfort her. She begins talking to him, and even shares her juice box with him. His pack surrounds them and the young pup convinces his pack that she is a good person, and not to harm her. Paige hears her parents calling her and is able to locate them. When Paige wakes up the next morning she discovers a dead rabbit on her bed. Paige’s mom decides she’s had enough of the cabin, after another dead animal is on Paige’s blanket the following morning.
Fast forward 14 years, and we find Paige dealing with her father’s death, and discovering not only did her father not sell the cabin, but he’s left it to her in his will. Imagine her shock when she discovers wolf prints leading from the window to her bed. After trying unsuccessfully to convince the sheriff that indeed a wolf was in her cabin, she decides to get the neck out of dodge. However, she has a wreck on her way out of town, and is confused when she awakes in the sheriff’s house.
Paige quickly discovers that there is a secret that sheriff & his family are trying to keep from her.
After deciding to stay & discover the secret that the town’s residents are trying to hide, she discovers that the sheriff’s son is the wolf she’d met as a child. Riley convince her that he’s the wolf pup she met as a young girl, and that she’s been his one & only love for all these years.
Paige is faced with wanting to learn about the feelings of love she has for Riley, or leaving for the promotion she’d received the day of her father’s death. Can she give up everything she has, for life as a member of the pack? Or, will the guy who’s always been jealous of Riley & the girl who’s always wanted him, be enough to convince her to head back to New York?

The Howling Heart by

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An Excerpt:

Chapter Two

The dream lingered when I arrived for work. I sat at my desk and immediately booted my laptop. I should’ve been reading company e-mail, but I went on the Internet, instead. After a quick Google search, I found a photo of a white wolf and saved it as my wallpaper. I immediately closed the browser, my eyes darting around the office. I had to be cautious when browsing the Web. My boss could walk by at any minute, and she didn’t tolerate a moment of company time spent indulging in personal, online pleasures. If she caught you, you had better have a convincing reason, or she’d fire you on the spot.

I took my position seriously and enjoyed my dream job at Elle, a prestigious fashion magazine. I started as an intern five years ago while I was a freshman at New York University. When I graduated last year, they offered me a position as the Assistant to the Creative Editor.

Nina Fuentes is my boss and one of the most respected Creative Editors in the magazine industry. She’s also the first Latina to hold the position at Elle. I’ve always been ambitious and hoped to sit in her office one day instead of outside of it.

My phone rang, and I heard our receptionist, Lacey’s, voice on the other end.

“Nina is on her way up and wants to see you in her office, now.” Her voice sounded serious.

“Sure, but how did Nina sound when she called you? Did she sound pissed off?” I nibbled my bottom lip nervously.

Lacey giggled. “No, she sounded normal. I don’t think you’re in trouble.”

I released a breath. Although I’m ambitious, I tend to be a little absentminded at the wrong times. It’s never intentional, and I hope I hadn’t exhausted Nina’s patience. I couldn’t count the number of instances where I thought she’d fire me. I guess she realized I had potential if I could organize myself better. The BlackBerry she gave me really helped, and I’d gone five months without forgetting anything important. That was a record for me. She was the one who hired me as an intern. I thought that perhaps she saw me as her protégé. Any opportunity she presented to me, I always tried to impress her and give 110%.

After I hung up the phone, I walked swiftly to Nina’s office. I should be sitting in her office when she arrives, not the other way around.

The door to her office was open, so I took a seat on the other side of her massive, birch wood desk. She’s meticulous about her belongings, and everyone in the office knows never to touch anything unless she gives you permission. I sat patiently with my hands folded in my lap and watched the second-hand tick on the fourteen-karat gold Tiffany clock on her desk. I heard her voice within close distance, so I quickly retrieved my BlackBerry from my pocket. In addition to working on my absentmindedness, I worked hard on my preparation skills.

I heard Nina’s voice behind me, her Spanish accent prominent. “Ah, Paige. I needed to see you.”

I turned my neck to look at her, but she quickly walked to her desk. She wore a turquoise dress by Donna Karan featured in this month’s issue, and silver pumps with stiletto heels that clicked on the floor. My gaze followed her every move intently. I was secretly envious. Nina always dressed like she could be photographed at any moment.

“Yes, is everything all right?”

Her black tresses were styled bone-straight with a part in the middle. She put her Coach bag on the desk before she sat in her cream leather office chair. She didn’t answer me right away, and I just looked into her toffee brown eyes in anticipation.

She smirked and lifted an arched brow. “Don’t worry. You’re not in trouble.”

I sighed in relief before I let out a nervous laugh. “Oh, that’s good.”

“I wanted to thank you for helping us get Hilary Duff for the August cover. I saw her photos from the shoot, and they’re beautiful.” She smiled brilliantly with perfect Veneers and leaned back in her chair.

“You’re welcome. When Keira Knightley canceled, I knew Warren would be pulling his hair out and running around like a headless chicken trying to find a replacement. I had the contact number for Hilary’s publicist, so I figured it was worth a shot.”

“When Farrah was injured and went on disability, you stepped in and took the lead on her unfinished projects. The people from Burberry told me they were very impressed with you. I want you to know I appreciate you coming through for us in times of desperation.” Her voice lowered. “I know I don’t always thank you.” She leaned toward me and crossed her arms on the desk. “I’ve noticed how hard you’ve been working.” She paused and sighed. “I know you’ve had problems organizing, but you’ve improved tremendously. I think it’s time we recognize everything you’ve accomplished here.”

I felt my blue eyes widen. The anticipation to hear the rest of her conversation was killing me.

With a smile, she said, “As you know, we’re doing a shoot in three weeks for Vera Wang’s new Princess bridal line.”

I unconsciously leaned toward her and felt my BlackBerry about to slip out of my sweaty palm. I clutched it tightly.

“I want you to lead the project. I’m giving you full creative control. This will be your photo shoot. Consult with me if you need anything that requires my approval.”

I gasped, and her shimmering, glossed lips spread into a wide grin. “You do know what this means, don’t you?”

I swallowed against a nervous lump in my throat, and my voice was a pathetic croak. “No…what?”

She leaned back again but tapped her French manicured nails atop the desk. “I’m promoting you to Creative Designer.”

I squeezed the life out of my BlackBerry. I was so stunned that I gaped openly.

“Yes, you’re excited. I know. I can tell,” she said dryly.

I smiled in relief, and this time, I could appropriately express my gratitude. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

She started typing on her laptop, indicating she was dismissing me. I rose slowly from the chair, because my knees felt weak.

As I turned to walk out, she said, “Wait, I need you to get Marc Jacobs on the phone. I must speak with him as soon as possible.”

“Sure, right away!” I scurried toward the door.

“Oh, and Paige…”

I paused in the doorway and whirled around. “Yes?”

She gave me a hard look. “Don’t let me down.”

I hoped she could hear the earnest conviction in my voice. “I won’t…I promise.”

After I connected Nina with Marc, I went downstairs to the Advertising department to share my promotion news with my boyfriend, Trevor, who worked as a Junior Executive. Relationships in the workplace were not encouraged, but we’ve successfully kept ours a secret for the last six months.

Excitement filled me as I walked swiftly down the hallway. His office had a giant window facing the hall, and what I saw inside made me halt my steps. He had a visitor, and they seemed a little too close for my comfort. Heather, one of the project leaders, was a smitten schoolgirl while she chatted with my man. With her legs crossed, her short, black skirt rode high up her thigh as she sat casually on the arm of his loveseat.

I slowed my steps and proceeded with caution. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions, so I continued to observe them. Trevor has always been outgoing and friendly with everyone, but his demeanor toward Heather caused me concern, especially the way he hovered over her and rested his hand on that exposed thigh.

She flipped her long, blonde hair over one shoulder and dipped her head back as she laughed. I knew that move—expose the curvature of your neck so he wants to put his mouth there. Her tangerine top was cut ridiculously low this afternoon and showed more cleavage than was professionally necessary. The closer I crept, the more details I noticed. Her black lace bra peeked out from underneath her top, and Trevor’s long fingers made small circles against her skin.

When Heather put her hand on his cheek, and he encouraged her by moving in closer, I entered his office without knocking. The doorstop twanged as I swung the door open. Trevor jumped away from her, and his hand went to his chestnut hair in a nervous gesture.

He stammered, “Oh hey, Paige. What’s up?” Then, he cleared his throat and glanced warily at Heather.

Busted.

I stood with a fake smile plastered on my face. “Hi, Trevor. Got a minute?”

He returned a tight smile. Then, he focused his blue-gray eyes back on Heather. “Could you excuse us?”

She sucked in her cheeks and threw me a superior look.

I lifted an eyebrow and put a hand on my hip. Bitch, I dare you to say something to me.

She took her time getting up, almost reluctantly. Rolling her blue eyes, she huffed in annoyance. “Yeah, whatever.”

I held her steely glare as she walked past me, and I was tempted to extend my foot. In my mind’s eye, I saw her fall ungraciously into a heap of slutty clothes and cheap hair extensions. I heard her voice behind me, sounding like a seductive purr.

“Talk to you later, Trev.”

Trevor gave her a dismissive wave. “Okay, yeah.”

I heard Heather’s footsteps until they faded around the corner. I waited for Trevor to explain, but he just looked at me with a blank expression. I guess my hard stare was making him uncomfortable, because he moved to sit behind his desk.

“What’s up?”

I marched up to his desk. “What’s up? I should be asking you that question. What’s up with you and Heather? What was that about? You guys were a little too chummy, don’t you think? Your hand was on her thigh, and you looked like you were going to kiss her.” My jealousy bubbled just below the surface, now.

Trevor wouldn’t meet my gaze, and I felt my anger rising. To think that I came here, excited to share my good news. Thanks for bursting my happy bubble with your playboy tendencies.

“I was bribing her, because I need her help with something,” he said nonchalantly. “She’s attracted to me, and I know she’ll give into me if I pretend to flirt with her.”

I scoffed. “Really? You expect me to believe that bullshit?”

He finally met my gaze. “Yes, I do.”

He stood abruptly and came around to the other side of the desk. His six-foot-two stature towered over my five-foot-seven frame.

“I expect you to trust me.”

I sighed. “Yeah…well, it’s difficult when I see you in compromising positions like that.”

His arm encircled my waist. “I’m sorry, babe.” His expression softened. “It was nothing…really. I’m just using my natural, God-given gift of charm to get what I want from her. She means nothing to me.” He winked and gave me a roguish look.

I was about to put my arms around his neck, but I remembered people could see us. My arms remained at my sides.

“What if she wants something else in return? Like a jump in the sack?”

He laughed lightly. “No way. I told her I had a girlfriend.” My eyes widened. “Don’t worry. I didn’t mention your name.”

Deep down, I wished he had.

I sat on one of the chairs in front of his desk. “I came here to tell you some good news.” Trevor smiled and perched himself on the edge of the desk. “Nina promoted me to Creative Designer.”

His brows shot upward. “Really? That’s great, hon.” He put a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Hey, you deserve it,” he said tenderly. “I hear you’re always helping people get out of tight situations and still meet their deadlines. It’s about time Nina recognized it, too.”

“Thanks, baby,” I replied fondly.

He moved from his spot to stand behind me. “Do you know what we should do?”

I felt him massage my shoulders, and a soft moan escaped me. “No…what?”

“We should celebrate.”

“Really? How?”

He moved in front of me, his expression joyous. “What about a little get-together at your apartment? You could serve finger foods and break out the champagne. It’ll be awesome!”

I smiled at his enthusiasm and agreed with his great idea.

My Review :
This book starts off during Paige Donovan’s youth. Her father & mother decide to take a family vacation at a cabin in the Colorado Rockies, unfortunately, her parents are unable to break their normal routine of arguing. After hearing her mother blame part of the problems on her for being too messy, Paige decides to pack a bag & run away. While she’s in the woods that she ran away to, she discovers she ran a lot further than she thought and starts to become scared.
Luckily for Paige, a wolf pup comes to befriend & comfort her. She begins talking to him, and even shares her juice box with him. His pack surrounds them and the young pup convinces his pack that she is a good person, and not to harm her. Paige hears her parents calling her and is able to locate them. When Paige wakes up the next morning she discovers a dead rabbit on her bed. Paige’s mom decides she’s had enough of the cabin, after another dead animal is on Paige’s blanket the following morning.
Fast forward 14 years, and we find Paige dealing with her father’s death, and discovering not only did her father not sell the cabin, but he’s left it to her in his will. Imagine her shock when she discovers wolf prints leading from the window to her bed. After trying unsuccessfully to convince the sheriff that indeed a wolf was in her cabin, she decides to get the neck out of dodge. However, she has a wreck on her way out of town, and is confused when she awakes in the sheriff’s house.
Paige quickly discovers that there is a secret that sheriff & his family are trying to keep from her.
After deciding to stay & discover the secret that the town’s residents are trying to hide, she discovers that the sheriff’s son is the wolf she’d met as a child. Riley convince her that he’s the wolf pup she met as a young girl, and that she’s been his one & only love for all these years.
Paige is faced with wanting to learn about the feelings of love she has for Riley, or leaving for the promotion she’d received the day of her father’s death. Can she give up everything she has, for life as a member of the pack? Or, will the guy who’s always been jealous of Riley & the girl who’s always wanted him, be enough to convince her to head back to New York?

The Payment Series by Cassandra Carr

The Payment Series
CASSANDRA CARRPrized

Prized: The Payment series, part 1
After agreeing to a one-year term of service with a benefactor who can pay her debt, Catrina Carter begins training in how to please a man. But will a benefactor be willing to spend such an astronomical sum-one hundred and fifty thousand dollars-just to have her for a year? She’s about to find out.

The Payment Series by Cassandra Carr

Possessed: The Payment series, part 2
Jared, Catrina’s “benefactor”, has agreed to pay off her debt in exchange for one year of service to him. In addition to taking his own pleasure with her, Jared offers Catrina to friends, colleagues, and even total strangers on his whim. But it’s not all fun and pleasure for Jared. As part of the agreement, he’s tasked with helping Catrina get her life back on track. He’ll succeed even if he has to spank every piece of financial information into her, and he finds he just might have to do that.

Purgatory: The Payment series, part 3Purgatory
Catrina has finished her year-long term of service to Jared, her benefactor, who paid all her debt off. Now she’s on her own again. Will she be able to keep the lessons Jared literally spanked into her topmost in her mind, or will old habits rear their designer heads?

Author bio
Cassandra Carr is a multi-award winning erotic romance writer with Ellora’s Cave, Sybarite Seductions/Twenty or Less Press, Decadent Publishing, Siren Publishing, and Loose Id. She lives in Western New York with her husband, Inspiration, and her daughter, Too Cute for Words. When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and hanging out online. Cassandra is the co-founder of two successful group blogs, Romancing the Jock and Dirty Birdies, and participates in several others as a contributor. Currently Cassandra also serves as president of Western New York Romance Writers.
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Fun Filled Weekend

Let me start by saying, I had a fun filled weekend! I read three different erotic novels, which I’ll be providing reviews for this week. But, that isn’t where the fun stopped by any means. In fact, that was kinda like my foreplay.
Yesterday, I had the pleasure of using the Rabbit Habit that I Won.image
I had planned to use it earlier in the week, but to be honest I was a little intimidated. It may seem hard to believe since this blog deals with topics of a completely sexual nature, but until this past year, I was extremely shy when it came to sex. I have never had the pleasure of owning a luxury toy before. So when I turned the Rabbit on and discovered that I could not only isolate which part of the vibe I could choose to power up, but that I could even make it go in reverse, I was intimidated. Yep, I’m that girl who used to walked the adult store with my partner, but was too embarrassed to really take in any of the sights. I’m not going to write up my review of the Rabbit Habit right now, because I want to test it out again before I do (of course, I’m only doing it so that you’ll have the best & most helpful information *winks*).

Before I forget, I’ve also been reading tons of book on sex.