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October 12, 2013
In the Hot Seat: Surrender to His Proposition by Roxxy Meyer
Surrender To His Proposition
Surrender Series Volume 5 (A Surrender Novella)
Roxxy Meyer
About: Surrender To His Proposition is Volume 5 of the Surrender Series, which
continues the story of Surrender Inc., an exclusive sex resort / club
franchise where the elite go to play.
Maya O’ Bannon is a college
student who just wants to follow in her father’s footsteps and be a
teacher, but her life is complicated by her older brother’s MS diagnosis
and mounting medical bills. Through her best friend, she secures a job
as a nanny to reclusive tech billionaire Isaiah Jackson and his husband
Sawyer. After she stumbles in on the two engaged in BDSM play, Isaiah
and Sawyer offer her additional employment as their sex mistress. Can
Maya win these men’s hearts and fill the void left by their dead wife,
or will another woman come between them?
For more bdsm erotic
romance inside Surrender Inc., try out Surrender: Bad Boys ( A Surrender Novella Collection), Surrender To His Game (Surrender Series Volume 4),
Surrender To His Command (Surrender Series Volume 3), Surrender Ever After (Surrender Series Volume 2), and Surrender Forever (Surrender Series Volume 1).
Excerpt: “Maya, could you come here?”
My brother’s voice sends a shiver of
anxiety through my stomach. I know he’s trying to sound calm, but
something is wrong. I dash off the couch and head into his kitchen.
There I find him gripping the counter, blinking hard. His face is tense
and he’s disoriented.
“What’s wrong?” I go to Xander and put an arm around his shoulder.
He gives me a quick smile that fails at covering his fear. “I … umm … I can’t see.”
My heart knocks harder in my chest. “Let’s get you to the couch.”
I
help him walk the short distance from the counter into the living room,
then help him ease down on the sofa. Sweat beads his brow and worry
ages him.
One month ago, my brother was diagnosed with relapsing
remitting multiple sclerosis. It’s the most common form of the disease,
and it involves relapses, or attacks, where his neurological function
worsens. These are followed by stages of remission, where the disease
seems to almost melt away. But then a new attack occurs. They figure
Xander’s had it for about ten years now, but because he’s one tough
bastard, plowing through most of his pain and hiding it, the doctor’s
only recently discovered he had MS. That and the disease is difficult to
diagnose. The diagnosis came after my brother went temporarily blind
while driving. A scary episode for him, his wife, and their two year
old.
“That’s it, Xander,” I say, peeking at Josh’s playpen to
make sure he’s still asleep. “I’m getting a second job and moving in
here with you and Patty.”
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October 10, 2013
Courtesan Press Spooktacular Halloween Sale!
We’re in the spirit of the holiday here at CP, my lovelies, and we’re giving away paranormal erotica for pennies!
Until the end of October, you can purchase Blood & Lace and Devices & Desires for a mere $0.99 on Kindle.
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Blood & Lace (Blackstone Hall #1) (Gothic Witch/Werewolf Erotica)
October 6, 2013
Blackstone Hall, Volume I by Eden Myles & Madeline Apple
Today we have a ghoulishly, delightfully, erotic-filled treat for you lovelies. Enjoy the sexy scares!
Title: Blackstone Hall, Volume I
Authors: Eden Myles & Madeline Apple
Series: Blackstone Hall
Welcome to Blackstone Hall, an alternate dimension where your greatest fears and darkest passions become reality…
Two gothic-erotica books in one!
Blood & Lace
Half-gypsy Marie Belmont is summoned by Lord Rothschild to Blackstone Hall to help investigate a rash of gruesome deaths. The villagers and members of Rothschild’s court believe a Vargr is committing the killings–a rabid werewolf with a taste for blood and a human mind for murder. But once there, she encounters Simon Devereux, Rothschild’s Captain of the Guard, a man with moon-silver eyes and a dark past as an ex-soldier and mercenary. Soon Marie finds herself the target of the Vargr’s lunatic wrath, but by turning to Devereux for protection, is she embracing a brave soldier with buried secrets or a man hiding the beast within?
Devices & Desires
The first thing Olivia sees is light. The first thing she hears is the soft, hoarse voice of Dr. Tristan Von Holtz speaking to her, a brilliant scientist hired by Lord Rothschild to heal her from an unremembered accident. But as Olivia slowly begins to remember her shattered past, she becomes aware of a hidden terror–and sinister purpose–to her existence. Elric Rothschild is her fiance, so why does she long to lose herself in Dr. Von Holtz’s embrace and become his own personal pleasure doll?
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September 30, 2013
Devices & Desires (Blackstone Hall #2) by Madeline Apple
We’re heading into autumn, the trees are changing, the pumpkins are appearing, and you know what that means, my lovelies. Halloween is almost here!
We’re celebrating here at CP with a brand new Blackstone Hall book, so if you like your erotica cut with a little bit of danger and gothic overtones, you’ll love Madeline Apple’s newest. Blessed be!
Title: Devices & Desires (Blackstone Hall #2)
Author: Madeline Apple
Series: Blackstone Hall
Welcome to Blackstone Hall, an alternate dimension where your greatest fears and darkest passions become reality…
The first thing Olivia sees is light. The first thing she hears is the soft, hoarse voice of Dr. Tristan Von Holtz speaking to her, a brilliant scientist hired by Lord Rothschild to heal her from an unremembered accident. But as Olivia slowly begins to remember her shattered past, she becomes aware of a hidden terror–and sinister purpose–to her existence. Elric Rothschild is her fiance, so why does she long to lose herself in Dr. Von Holtz’s embrace and become his own personal pleasure doll?
Excerpt:
The first thing I saw was light.
The first thing I heard was a man’s exuberant voice saying, “She’s alive! Franz, come see, she’s alive!”
The light sharpened and took on different forms. I saw darkness and shadow and strange, glistening metal and glass apparatuses surrounding me where I was lying prone on a gurney.
I was in a laboratory of some sort. I saw test tubes, tesla coils, endless shelves of strange poultices in dusty bottles on the walls. I heard a dull buzzing noise in my head. Out beyond the walls of the lab, I heard the dull roar of a storm creeping in.
Soon I recognized two men standing over me. One was tall and broad, middle-aged, with greying hair at his temples and round glasses. His face was severe but very handsome. The second was short and funny-looking. I realized the second man must be a dwarf. He smiled at me and I smiled back.
“She can smile, Franz. Look.”
“You did an excellent job, Doctor,” said the dwarf. “She’s perfect.”
“She is, isn’t she?”
My eyes returned to the larger man. Pride had softened his severe face a little and I felt my heart skip a beat at the sight of his gentle grey eyes, the way they were trained on me. I felt an instant connection with the man.
I’d never believed in love at first sight until now. But yes, I loved him. He was all to me.
“Dr. Von Holtz, you’ve finally done it,” the little man said with admiration. “You’ve created life!”
I tried to say something, to ask questions, but a wave of fatigue overwhelmed and I slipped back into absolute darkness.
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September 10, 2013
Special Fall sale on Courtesan Press titles!
To celebrate the upcoming fall season, we at CP are doing some great book price reductions on The Dollhouse Society Collections. Behold!
Now only $2.99 each!
And don’t forget to pick up our shiny new erotic collections and save yourself a ton of money by purchasing in bulk!
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September 2, 2013
In the Hot Seat: The Sex Doctor by Jessica Frost
Today we at CP bring you a very special treat. Our good friend Jessica Frost has a sexy new m/m vampire novel out, and we’re as excited as she is!
The Sex Doctor
Sexy Men of Mystery – Book 4
Sold at a 10% discount at Bookstrand until Sept. 7th.
M/M, Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Paranormal, Vampires
Low sex drive? The Sex Doctor can cure that!
Detective Marshall Ray’s hoping the Sex Doctor, Dr. Sébastien Thibeault, can cure him of his low libido. When he meets the handsome, charismatic hunk, he’s flustered and can’t stop thinking about him. But to partake in the doctor’s unconventional therapy, he has to open his heart, which scares the hell out of Marshall.
The reason Sébastien’s therapy’s so successful is he’s an empathic vampire. He uses his sixth sense to cure people. With Marshall, who makes his heart pitter-patter, his senses tell him the cure for Marshall is him. The sexual attraction they have is something Sébastien cannot dismiss. But something’s happening to Sébastien that frightens him. He’s having blackouts and waking up with bloodstains on his clothes that aren’t his.
People are being mysteriously killed in the city, their bodies bled dry. Marshall tries to figure out who the murderer is when a witness identifies Sébastien as the killer. Marshall must secretly investigate Sébastien while trying not to let his emotions affect his job. Easier said than done when his heart’s telling him Sébastien’s his soul mate.
Excerpt:
The room spun, and Sébastien found focusing on his handsome blond-haired, hazel-eyed patient before him impossible. He knew he’d have this side effect if he stopped the purification process in midstream. But if he drank an orange juice, it would raise his sugar levels and lessen his vertigo.
He stood, and trying not to show his dizziness by gently bracing his weight on the love seat’s armrest, then the wall, he approached the side bar. Afraid his head would spin out of control if he turned now to gaze at Marshall, he asked blindly, “Would you care for a drink?”
“No, um, are you all right, Doctor? You are awfully pale.”
No use in lying now. The cat is out of the bag. “Yes, of course. I’m just a little dizzy is all.” He drank the cold glass of orange juice as he made his way back to his seat. Not moving his head, the whirlwind scene settled and the good-looking man before him once again came into focus.
Marshall’s gaze teetered between Sébastien and the direction of the room, which held the Purifier. “Um, you stopped the dialysis instantly. Isn’t that dangerous?”
If he confessed the truth, he would say that yes, stopping a kidney dialysis quickly like that was extremely dangerous, but he wouldn’t boldface lie, either, so he did the next best thing without compromising his values. He said a white lie. “Well, the process had ended and I was going to remove the needles when you saw me.”
“Oh, I see.” Marshall nodded, sitting back.
The dizziness was gone, but Sébastien knew that it hadn’t disappeared entirely. It lingered in the crevices of his brain, waiting to wreak havoc once more. If he turned or tilted his head in any direction, it would return with a vengeance. So sitting stiffly and unmoving, Sébastien asked, “Before I tell you about my nonconventional treatment, could you tell me why you wanted to see me?”
“Well, Sheryl told me you helped her with the sexual problems she was having with her husband and I thought…” Marshall paused, his eyes shifting from right to left.
“It makes you uncomfortable to say it, doesn’t it, Marshall?”
“Yes, Doctor, it does.”
“Well, then you don’t have to say it. I’ll speak and you only need to nod if I’m correct or not.”
Marshall nodded, wide-eyed.
“You thought I could help you with the problems you’re having with your wife.”
Marshall shook his head. “No, I’m not married.”
“Then with your girlfriend?”
He nodded. “With past girlfriends. Not just one.”
“How many? Two? Three?”
Marshall continued to shake his head, then added, “All of them.”
Sébastien sighed. “Hmm, well, unfortunately, I won’t be able to help you answer the next question. You’ll need to do so alone. If you aren’t comfortable answering, then I can’t help you any further.”
Marshall grinned. “I’m fine, Doctor. I’ll answer whatever question you want me to.”
“All right, that’s excellent.” Sébastien drummed his fingers on the right armrest. “What type of problem did you have with all your former girlfriends?”
Marshall took a deep breath and, gazing directly into Sébastien’s eyes, responded, “My libido. Or rather my lack of libido.”
Sébastien’s brow lifted, and he couldn’t help but wonder how this muscular and handsome man before him found it hard to make love to women. But if Marshall decided to continue with the therapy, he would soon find out. His lips spread into a half grin to show encouragement. “Well, the good news is treating a low libido is easier than treating an overactive one.”
Marshall shook his head. “If you’re talking Viagra or other meds like that, I tried them. They don’t work.”
“No, I wasn’t talking medication. But your remark does raise a question for me.” He paused, then asked, “Have you seen a medical doctor for your problem?”
“Yes, I did, and I went through a slew of tests, which showed I was normal. So he prescribed me Viagra and other meds like that. None of the meds helped. And I won’t mention the side effects.”
“Yes, the side effects can be many,” Sébastien said, imagining how painful it could be if his cock stayed erect for long periods of time.
“After that I figured maybe homeopathic medicine would help. That’s how I met Sheryl. But she couldn’t help me and referred me to you.”
“I see.” He took a deep breath and tried to lift the man’s spirits. “All right, then we know it isn’t a physical thing. Which makes this easier for us.”
“Easier for me? Not really, Doctor.”
Sébastien grinned. “No, of course not, Marshall. I didn’t mean what you’re going through is easy. What I meant is now that I know that this isn’t physical, the therapy will be straightforward.”
Marshall leaned in closer, and with scrutinizing eyes, he asked, “What type of therapy are we talking here, Doc?”
Sébastien placed the empty glass on the table, and when he saw the dizziness didn’t return with the movement, he thanked God and said, “I’m not sure how much Mrs. Todd told you about me or my therapy, so it’s best I tell you exactly what I tell all my patients before I begin with any treatments.” He sighed. “First off, I’m not a certified sex therapist.”
“But you are a doctor. Aren’t you?”
“Yes, I have a doctorate, but not in psychology. In biochemistry.”
Marshall frowned. “Then why do you practice sex therapy?”
“Because I found my vocation in this. I have helped many people who couldn’t find the help they needed from doctors or psychologists or psychiatrists.” He leaned forward. “So shall I continue or has this news unsettled you and now you wish to terminate any further treatments and leave?”
A hesitant “No” slipped off Marshall’s lips. His eyes though showed his indecisiveness.
Sébastien continued, “You don’t sound that sure, Marshall. Let me tell you what some of my therapy sessions entail. Maybe that will help you make up your mind.”
“All right.”
“Well, in your case, the first thing I would do is have you tell me about your childhood.”
Marshall snorted. “Oh, now you do sound like a psychiatrist or Freudian who thinks my sex problems are all based on some traumatic episode I experienced in my childhood. Or that I had sexual fantasies of my mom. Relax, Doc. I am not a pervert. Nor did I have a pervert for a dad and I certainly wasn’t beaten. My parents are two of the best parents someone would ever hope to have.”
Sébastien lifted his hand. “Ah, you’re assuming, Marshall. I never thought that, nor did I imply it. Learning about your childhood and your past will help me understand you better. That’s all.”
“Okay, sorry for jumping the gun there, Doc. So, then what else?”
“Well, then I’d ask you to tell me what you remember about your past girlfriends. How you felt about them? What type of relationships were they? Etc.”
“Okay, that I can live with. What else?”
“Well, this may make you uneasy, and this is where my therapy is unconventional…”
“Oh, no, you’re not…”
Sébastien’s brow cocked and his lips broke into a grin. “Now, don’t assume, Marshall. Please allow me to finish.” He paused, and when he saw that Marshall didn’t speak, he said, “I will have you look at pictures of the nude female and male body and ask you under different circumstances how you react to them.”
Marshall squinted, frowning, but didn’t comment. So Sébastien felt compelled to add, “I can assure you that if at any moment you feel uncomfortable or pressured in the session, we will stop and take a different route in the therapy. I believe that the road to effective treatment is a road paved by the patient, not by the therapist. In other words, I will not cure you of your problem. Instead, it will be you, yourself, who will. I am and will always be your guide only. And will never force you to do, think, say, or experience anything you don’t want to or aren’t ready for emotionally or mentally.”
He paused and stared at Marshall’s reaction. His furrowed brows straightened and his eyes lightened. Then Sébastien took a deep breath and gazed at the clock on the wall. Realizing the time, he said, “Well, Marshall, I don’t want you to answer that question now.” He stood. “What I want you to do is go home and think this over for a day. If after that time, you are still interested in having me as your therapist, you can come back at two tomorrow, and we will have our first session.”
Marshall got up and followed Sébastien to the door. “All right, Doctor.”
Sébastien lifted his finger in notation and smiled. “Also, please call me Sébastien. You are not my patient, but my client, and I’m not your doctor.”
“Okay.”
Sébastien extended his hand. “Well then, it was nice to meet you, Marshall, and if by tomorrow you decide to continue with your therapy, I’ll be delighted to help you.”
They shook hands and he opened the door, and just as Marshall stepped into the corridor, he remembered. “Oh, and by the way, I don’t know if Mrs. Todd told you or not, but I do not get paid anything until the treatment is over and your problem is fixed.”
Marshall’s eyes opened wide. “But how can you make a living like that?”
Sébastien grinned and waggled his brow. “I do. Everyone who has followed my treatment has been successful. I have a one-hundred-percent success rate. Good day, Marshall, it was nice to have met you.”
Marshall grinned back. “Yes, it was nice to have met you, too, Doc. I mean, Sébastien.”
Sébastien closed the door and couldn’t help but note how Marshall’s bright smile enhanced his looks. He was a rare beauty, indeed. His chiseled face and bright eyes and smile, along with his perfectly white teeth and thick blond hair that fell into his eyes, made him one of the best looking people he had ever seen.
Now feeling the soreness in his limbs warned Sébastien that if he didn’t continue with the purification he so abruptly interrupted before, he would go into shock. He meandered into the room and sat next to the Purifier. As he reinserted new, sterile needles into his arm, he wondered about Marshall.
What would Marshall have said if Sébastien told him that his therapy practice was only a sideline? What would he have said if he knew that Sébastien was actually a millionaire and that his discovery, which now traveled through the Purifier beside him, had made him that?
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September 1, 2013
The Dollhouse Society: Ultimate Collection by Eden Myles, Jay Ellison, & Alex Crossman
And rounding out our delights for this weekend, we at CP give you a truly delectable collection of Dollhouse smut all in one affordable volume:
Title: The Dollhouse Society: Ultimate Collection
Authors: Eden Myles, Jay Ellison, & Alex Crossman
Series: The Dollhouse Society
Secretive. Seductive.
Discover the secret behind the mysterious Dollhouse Society, an exclusive collection of powerful men and women and the modern-day courtesans and courtiers who service them…
Ian Sterling. Wolfgang Beck. Alexei Karenina. Malcolm Sloan. Margo Falkner. Alex Ishikawa. Christian Chase. The most powerful men and women in New York are also harboring the most seductive and soul-shattering of secrets! Rediscover the men and women of the Dollhouse Society, or meet them for the first time in one collection.
The Dollhouse Society: Ultimate Collection includes 14 BDSM novels and three short stories in the sexy, contemporary Dollhouse Society Series by authors Eden Myles, Jay Ellison, and Alex Crossman.
This collection includes:
The Rules of Conduct Inside the Dollhouse
Indecent Proposal
Dreams in Black & White
Playing House
Freeze Frame
“Ten Years Later”
The Rules of Engagement
Big, Bad Wolf
The War of the Roses
Beauty and the Beast
“Six Months Later”
Eyes Wide Open
Touch
Teacher’s Pet
Angel in the Dark
“Family Man”
Cinderfella
Margo
All I Want for Christmas
Felix
190K of seduction and romance.
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August 31, 2013
50 Shades of Fairy Tales (Courtesan Press Ultimate Collection) by Madeline Apple & Alex Crossman
Happy Labor Day Weekend, my lovelies. Today we have a special treat for all you lovers of naughty fairy tales. A complete collection of ALL Courtesan Press erotic fairy tales in one delish volume!
Title: 50 Shades of Fairy Tales (Courtesan Press Ultimate Collection)
Authors: Madeline Apple & Alex Crossman
Series: 50 Shades of Fairy Tales
An ultimate collection of naughty fairy tales like you’ve never seen them before from authors Madeline Apple and Alex Crossman. Includes:
1. Red by Madeline Apple (m/f)
2. The Beauty of the Beast by Alex Crossman (m/m)
3. Snow by Madeline Apple (m/f)
4. Rumpelstiltskin by Alex Crossman (m/f)
5. Puss ‘N Boots by Madeline Apple (m/m)
6. Cinderfella by Alex Crossman (m/m/f)
7. Beauty’s Sleep by Alex Crossman (m/f)
8. The Little Mermaid by Madeline Apple (m/f)
8 books in one naughty volume!
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August 30, 2013
The Dollhouse Society: Playing With Dolls, Volume 2 (Only the Sex Scenes) by Eden Myles
Title: The Dollhouse Society: Playing With Dolls, Volume 2
Author: Eden Myles
Series: The Dollhouse Society
No plot. No conflicts. No story. Just the smut.
Sometimes you’re just not in the mood for plot and conflict. Sometimes you’re only in the mood for one thing, nice and simple…and very, very dirty…sex.
THE DOLLHOUSE SOCIETY
Playing With Dolls
(Only the Sex Scenes)
This volume contains sex scenes ONLY from the following books in the Dollhouse Society series:
Lady Luck
House of Dolls
The Reluctant Bride
A Woman on Top
The Dollhouse Society: Margo
The Dollhouse Society: Felix
Plus sex scenes from the bonus short story: “Lucky: Two Hundred and Seven Years Later”
Six books. One short story. Only the sex.
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August 13, 2013
Blood & Lace (Blackstone Hall #1) by Eden Myles
And as we have promised, today we are debuting our brand new gothic-erotica series, Blackstone Hall. So what is our new series about? Well, if you like vampires, werewolves and all things that go bump in the night (g) you will definitely enjoy visiting Blackstone Hall, where magic and dark eroticism abound!
Pull the shades, turn down the lights, and cozy up…
Title: Blood & Lace (Blackstone Hall #1)
Author: Eden Myles
Series: Blackstone Hall
Welcome to Blackstone Hall, an alternate dimension where your greatest fears and darkest passions become reality…
Half-gypsy Marie Belmont is summoned by Lord Rothschild to Blackstone Hall to help investigate a rash of gruesome deaths. The villagers and members of Rothschild’s court believe a Vargr is committing the killings–a rabid werewolf with a taste for blood and a human mind for murder. But once there, she encounters Simon Devereux, Rothschild’s Captain of the Guard, a man with moon-silver eyes and a dark past as an ex-soldier and mercenary.
Soon Marie finds herself the target of the Vargr’s lunatic wrath, but by turning to Devereux for protection, is she embracing a brave soldier with buried secrets or a man hiding the beast within?
Excerpt:
As we passed a dense forest of fine, old oaks on our way to Blackstone Hall, I leaned out the window of our coach and noticed that many of the trees were tall and proud, with strong limbs, good for climbing.
My father, seated on the cushioned bench beside me, said, “Marie. You mustn’t.”
“Mustn’t what, Father?” I asked innocently, biting back a grin. I didn’t turn to look at him, lest he see my secret smile.
“Climb trees or do anything which might be construed as unladylike.” He took my hand and squeezed. “You’re almost twenty years old, girl. I’m counting on you to be on your best court behavior.”
“Yes, Father.”
The coach jostled along the uneven road, throwing us back against the braces, but my father’s coach was so luxurious that the padded velvet seats made the ride—almost seven hours thus far—more than bearable.
“We shall be there shortly, my dear,” Father said as if concerned I might be losing patience.
I wasn’t. I more than enjoyed watching the landscape drifting by, the deep, old forests—it was so different than the colder, craggier Northlands where our estate resided. There the trees grew short and farther apart, the people were brutish and covered year-round in animal furs, and the horses shaggy. There were mountain orcs that were a constant threat to my father’s people, but I hadn’t seen such creatures here. I wondered if there were Fae in these forests. “No more than an hour yet,” he added.
“Yes, Father.” Once more, I leaned out the window of the coach, seeking out both the familiar and unfamiliar in this strange land.
Where we lived, in the lands several hundred ticks to the north, the squatty pines shivered in the heavy snows. The people were fair-haired and blue-eyed like my father (except for the gypsies who regularly passed through) and there were still a few remaining ice dragons slumbering deep within cairns in the earth. On a cold morning one could stand on a balcony and spot their breath pluming up through small cracks in the earth.
But I’d heard that Lord Elric Rothschild’s lands were warmer, the oaks and elms soaring and rotund, spreading their lush green boughs to the heavens like supplicating hands. I’d heard there were dwarves and tall, slender people of a swarthier complexion here. Food was bountiful, war scarce, and the people more congenial and trustworthy. Stone dragons still occasionally circled the skies. It was a pretty land, green and fecund, with autumn bleeding through the trees in vibrant shades of yellow and fiery orange, though we had not encountered many villagers along the way so I could not yet ascertain the friendliness of the local inhabitants.
I did not blame the villagers for hiding. Though beautiful, it was said these were perilous lands, dangerous for those on foot, particularly now, with the evil of a corrupt Vargr on the loose—a werewolf who kills for its own pleasure…
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