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DARK AND DANGEROUS: Six-in-One Hot Paranormal Romances Boxed Set featuring six books by six best-selling authors is out now in ebook and for a limited time only, it’s just $0.99 / 99p!

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Here’s your next excerpt from one of the books in this fantastic boxed set of paranormal romances.

Today, we have an excerpt from ASSASSIN’S TOUCH by Laurie London.

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ASSASSIN’S TOUCH by Laurie London

As they rode along in silence, Neyla was grateful she’d ridden a lot as a girl. Using only her legs, she could easily maintain her seat and balance behind him without having to hold on to his waist—because, if she were honest with herself, the less physical contact she had with him, the better.

Rickert seemed strangely subdued. At least on the way to Rosamund’s, he’d told her to watch her step and guided her around various obstacles in her way. Now that they were riding, he was all but silent.

“Duag is a beautiful animal,” she said to break the quiet. “You keep him with Rosamund when you’re…on our side?”

“Yes, and I keep her and her daughters supplied with Vengold silk from my travels.”

Ah, so the fabric was a type of silk. “Do all the women here dress like that?”

He shrugged. “Some do. Others wear dresses. Fewer wear pants.”

“Why? Is it forbidden?” In a male-dominated society, it shouldn’t surprise her that women were forced to wear dresses or saris to cover their legs. If a woman exposed them, they probably assumed she was a whore.

He glanced over his shoulder at her and frowned. “We have no rules like that. I think they prefer to dress that way.”

“So if I walked through your streets wearing shorts and a tank top, I wouldn’t be jailed… or pulled into a dark corner and raped?”

Reining Duag to a halt, he turned in the saddle to stare at her. Up this close, she couldn’t help breathing in the herbal soap smell of his sun-warmed skin. “We have our customs, Agent Trihorn, just like you do over there, but violence against women is never acceptable. However, I suspect the punishment we mete out for such crimes is much more final.”

He wasn’t quite angry with her, she decided. It was more like…disappointment or hurt. She suddenly felt myopic and foolish, aware that she was judging his world—perhaps too harshly—through her own limited lens.

“I’m…sorry. That was unfair of me.”

A tiny muscle in his jaw flexed. “Clearly, you’ve got a biased view of me and my people.”

As she stared down at her hands, she knew he was right. She’d never bothered to learn anything about them other than what she’d gathered from scattered news reports and army briefings. Occasionally, the tabloids would have a story about someone crossing over, but there were some in her world who didn’t even believe the portals existed. She recalled a well-known evangelist who publicly stated he wanted to save the barbarians, so he prayed for a portal to be shown to him. As far as she knew, it had never happened, because he was soon preaching about how the portals and the Barrowlands weren’t real. They were merely the unholy inventions of a society in moral decline that was fixated on false prophets and the supernatural.

“Yes, I guess that’s true,” she admitted.

He was quiet for a moment, contemplating what she’d just said. “But I’m sure I’m just as guilty of judging you.” The way he said it made it sound so personal, as if the rift between their worlds boiled down to just the two of them.

It was easier to be angry with him for being part of the enemy as a whole. It was less easy to be upset with him, the man. After all, he had saved her from Smythe and had shown remarkable concern for her welfare. He’d even given her the package from Rosamund, explaining that it was a poultice of herbs to help with the bruising.

The saddle leather squeaked as he shifted slightly, and she assumed he was about to turn around. Instead, he reached back and carefully moved a strand of hair from her face without touching her skin. Only when his gaze dropped to her mouth did she realize she’d licked her lips, drawing his attention.

“My little soldier, what am I to do with you?”

The air around them seemed to crackle. She was suddenly hot under the thin tunic. Could she be reading him right? Was he going to kiss her? Should she lean forward a couple of inches and kiss him first? She wondered what he’d taste like, how his skin would smell if she were that close. Would his short stubble prickle against her lips?

Duag stomped an impatient foot and snorted, effectively breaking the spell.

The corner of Rickert’s mouth twisted. “I suppose if it were me walking down your streets wearing my leather kilt, I’d draw a few stares too.”

She laughed at the visual, relieved on some level that whatever had just happened between them was over.

“Yeah, from every woman with a set of eyeballs.” She remembered his bare, muscular chest. His powerful shoulders and arms. Women would line the streets in New Seattle just to admire his physique. After all, who could resist a man like him, wearing nothing but a leather kilt?

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DARK AND DANGEROUS: Six-in-One Hot Paranormal Romances Boxed Set featuring six books by six best-selling authors is out now in ebook and for a limited time only, it’s just $0.99 / 99p!

That’s right, you can get these 6 hot paranormal romance books by Felicity Heaton, Jennifer Ashley, Bonnie Vanak, Caris Roane, Laurie London and Erin Kellison for under a dollar right now.

To celebrate the release, I’m holding a huge week-long international giving away where you could win a $50 or $25 Amazon Gift Card! But hurry, this giveaway ends on October 20th!

Find out more about DARK AND DANGEROUS and this amazing giveaway, and enter today at my website: http://www.felicityheaton.com/darkanddangerous/

Here’s your next excerpt from one of the books in this fantastic boxed set of paranormal romances.

Today, we have an excerpt from me! SEDUCE by Felicity Heaton.

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SEDUCE by Felicity Heaton

Sera paced in front of the black stage in the empty theatre. She had arrived a full thirty minutes early for her appointment. An appointment she hadn’t realised she’d had. Callum hadn’t specified a time for her interview. He had just said to come by whenever as the theatre was closed. So she had.

The woman who had shown her into the theatre had been very kind. One of the staff based on her short black dress that revealed far too much leg and bosom. Sera reminded herself that she couldn’t really judge the woman by the clothes she wore. After all, it was her uniform and Sera herself was trying out for a position as some sort of on-stage whore. What on Earth must the woman have thought of her? Perhaps Sera should have asked to interview for a position as one of the staff. Cleaning seemed infinitely more appealing, and possible for her, than being a performer in the shows. Antoine still would have met with her so they could sign her employment contracts. Was it too late to change her mind?

She continued her pacing, her eyes roaming over the deep red velvet curtain that closed off most of the stage, leaving only a strip of painted black boards around three metres deep exposed, and twirled her long blonde hair around her fingers. It was so quiet in the theatre that even her breathing sounded loud in her ears. How much longer did she have to wait?

And why were they interviewing her in the theatre itself?

Elizabeth had said they would take her to one of the meeting rooms or the offices to interview her. That was what she had gone through to get her position at the theatre decades ago. Sera shook her hands at her sides and blew out a sigh, trying to expel her nerves. Maybe the offices weren’t vacant tonight or they wanted to give her a tour before the interview began. That seemed plausible.

One of the sets of double doors at the back opened and a bright beam of light cut down the length of the dimly lit theatre to her. She shielded her sensitive eyes with her hand and squinted so she could make out if someone was there.

Her heart stopped.

The doors closed.

Antoine strode down the aisle, long legs carrying him easily at a brisk pace, as handsome as ever in his silver-grey tailored shirt that emphasised his build and clung just right to his muscles, hinting at how delicious his body would look if he were naked and stirring her imagination into a frenzy. His black tie, crisp black trousers and polished leather shoes perfected his image of a businessman but made him look decadent and alluring at the same time.

Behind him walked the immense male vampire that she knew from the performances. Victor. His normally thick dark hair was gone, shaved to his scalp to reveal thin scar lines in places, giving him a menacing air as he followed Antoine, dressed in a tight black t-shirt and jeans.

Were they just passing through?

Her heart started again at a pace.

Please, God, say they were just passing through.

Antoine shoved his fingers through his deep brown hair, the action screaming of irritation as much as his scent on her senses. He was annoyed about something. Was he angry with Victor for some reason? Continue reading →

DARK AND DANGEROUS: Six-in-One Hot Paranormal Romances Boxed Set featuring six books by six best-selling authors is out now in ebook and for a limited time only, it’s just $0.99 / 99p!

That’s right, you can get these 6 hot paranormal romance books by Felicity Heaton, Jennifer Ashley, Bonnie Vanak, Caris Roane, Laurie London and Erin Kellison for under a dollar right now.

To celebrate the release, I’m holding a huge week-long international giving away where you could win a $50 or $25 Amazon Gift Card! But hurry, this giveaway ends on October 20th!

Find out more about DARK AND DANGEROUS and this amazing giveaway, and enter today at my website: http://www.felicityheaton.com/darkanddangerous/

Over the coming weeks, I’m going to be sharing excerpts from this fantastic boxed set of paranormal romance books, featuring all of the books.

Today, we have an excerpt from THE MATING HUNT by Bonnie Vanak.

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THE MATING HUNT by Bonnie Vanak

Someone was having sex in the bathroom of Spuds Saloon.

Arianna Sanders wriggled her Spanx-clad bottom on the hard wood seat. The musky scent drifted down the hallway, tickling her nostrils. Low groans and high squeals throbbed against her eardrums.

Bad enough to be a 19-year-old unmated Lupine werewolf ripe for breeding, but to hunger for sex was pure hell.

Pure hell when you were terrified of the very thing your body craved.

Pure hell when you emitted a cloud of pheromones so powerful, you attracted everything from male werewolves to Ogres.

“Blame your big butt,” Darius had told her. “From the back, you look like a female Ogre. Hubba hubba.”

The pack beta ended up sporting a black eye for that remark.

Sitting at a table against the brick wall, Arianna flexed her sore knuckles. Yeah, she had a fat ass. But she also had the best nose in the pack, other than Kyle, her guardian and partner in hunting. And if she and Kyle were to get a bead on three missing Lupine young, they needed information. Spuds was the place where cowboys traded gossip in Hancock, Montana.

Booted heels hooked over the barstool rungs; men lined up at the bar like cattle at a watering trough. Her nostrils flared at the stench of spilt beer and heavy cologne. A wailing country western song pounded against her temples. Damn, she hated bars, but vowed to find out what she could. The three little ones had vanished two weeks ago while hiking with their parents near Mitchell Mountain. The frantic parents contacted Amber Alert, pretending the young were Skins, the Lupine term for humans.

Her sensitive hearing picked up a few stray conversations. “Missing kids.” “Searched forest.” Arianna studied the crowd, looking for signs of nervousness as Kyle had taught her. Rugged bikers sitting at a corner table scowled at the crowd, but she scented nothing unusual.

Except at the bar. There.

Two men in sheepskin jackets studied their beer mugs as sweat oozed from their pores. Their hearts began to pound harder as talk centered on the missing young.

They knew something.

As she headed for the jukebox to eavesdrop, a woman screamed from the back room. “Oh God, oh God!”

Several cowboys snickered. “Damn, thought this was a bar, not a church,” one shouted out.

An embarrassed flush suffused Arianna’s body. She needed to get info and get the hell out.

Her boot heels clicked on the scuffed wood floor as she crossed the room. As she reached the jukebox, her targets pulled money from their wallets and tossed a handful of dollar bills on the bar. She strained to see their faces, but they turned and headed for the exit. Arianna followed.

A drunk staggered into her and grabbed her arm. “C’mere, honey, you smell good. That little lady back there ain’t gonna be the only one getting lucky tonight.” Continue reading →

DARK AND DANGEROUS: Six-in-One Hot Paranormal Romances Boxed Set featuring six books by six best-selling authors is out now in ebook and for a limited time only, it’s just $0.99 / 99p!

That’s right, you can get these 6 hot paranormal romance books by Felicity Heaton, Jennifer Ashley, Bonnie Vanak, Caris Roane, Laurie London and Erin Kellison for under a dollar right now.

To celebrate the release, I’m holding a huge week-long international giving away where you could win a $50 or $25 Amazon Gift Card! But hurry, this giveaway ends on October 20th!

Find out more about DARK AND DANGEROUS and this amazing giveaway, and enter today at my website: http://www.felicityheaton.com/darkanddangerous/

Over the coming weeks, I’m going to be sharing excerpts from this fantastic boxed set of paranormal romance books, featuring all of the books.

Today, we have an excerpt from HARD MATED by Jennifer Ashley.

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HARD MATED by Jennifer Ashley

His only warning was the bone-rattling roar before several tons of enraged bear Shifter landed on him. Spike in his jaguar form rolled out of the way, twisted in a half-somersault through the dust, and came up under the bear’s throat.

The crowd—under the blaze of bonfires, work lights, and lantern flashlights—roared, Shifter throats open in howls of glee.

Spike slashed upward with his fangs, catching the loose skin under the bear’s chin, right above his Collar. The bear scrambled backward, swinging his head to pry loose the wildcat clinging to his throat. Spike wrapped all four huge jaguar paws around the bear’s neck and hung on, biting down enough to taste blood.

Both the bear’s and Spike’s Collars were sparking wildly, the mechanisms designed to stop Shifters from giving in to violence.

Too late. Way too late. The beast in Spike wanted to tear into the bear’s jugular and gulp down his blood, pull off his head and kick it into the middle of the ring. Spike would prove to all watchers that a wildcat could best a bear five times his size. Speed and cunning were what counted in the ring, not being as big as a two-ton pickup.

But the beast inside Spike would have to deal with it, because this was the fight club, and there were rules.

Didn’t mean Spike didn’t enjoy a little blood squeezing out of the bear. Feel that, shithead.

The crowd roared again, and also howled and snarled, because not everyone was in human form.

Shifters pressed forward around the ring, some still dressed, some naked and ready to shift, some already animals or half beasts. Scents both human and Shifter clogged the air, layers of excitement from the shifted females blending with the sweat of the males.

But most of all Spike smelled the bear who’d come down from Wisconsin, who thought he could best Spike, the champion of the highly illegal Shifter fight club.

Spike bit down, tasting victory, but that was before the bear grabbed Spike in his formidable front paws and jerked him from his neck.

That cost the bear, whose blood poured onto the dirt. But the grizzly lifted the squirming Spike-as-jaguar and threw him across the ring.

Spike spun in midair, corkscrewing his body. He landed on all four paws right inside the upended cinderblocks that marked the perimeter of the ring. If he’d landed outside, he’d have forfeited the match.

Cats land on their feet, dick-brain.
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