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December 11, 2013

Excerpt: Bella Mia by Mandy M Roth

Bella Mia by Mandy M Roth

Daughter of Darkness 3

Paranormal Dark Fantasy Vampire Romance

The sins of our past are never far behind…

On the run from two men who want her, Gwyneth Stevens finds herself at the door of a third-Giovanni Baldassare, master vampire and former henchman of her father, the King of the Dark Realm. When Pallo and Caleb resurface, all

hell breaks loose and old habits die hard. Out of time and places to hide, Gwen must face her destiny head on if she ever hopes to find happiness. Can the triangle of lovers make welcome a newcomer, or will the group succumb

to old enemies resurfacing and centuries-old grudges, allowing history to repeat itself?

Rating: Carnal. This story contains mega hot alpha heroes who aren’t about to take no for an answer, a gutsy heroine, a woman torn between multiple men, chilling villains, sizzling sex, and violence. It is not intended for the faint of heart. Author recommends reading the series in order of release.

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Chapter One

“Check mate,” Giovanni said, his voice smooth.

I stared across the chessboard at him and rolled my eyes. “There’s a shocker!”

He’d beaten me three times in a row, somehow perfecting the art of annihilating his opponents in the shortest amount of moves possible. No surprise, he’d had almost five hundred years to master the game of chess. I’d had less than thirty. Guess who was better.

Twirling the end of his long, black hair, he gave me a wicked little smile. It was entirely too sexy, as I’m sure he already suspected. “I could let you win next time.”

I had a sneaky suspicion he had tried to let me win the last one, which had ended in much the same fashion as the rest—me as the loser.

“Oh, yeah, I want a pity win, thanks … but, no.”

He laughed and stood with the same grace he had in all his actions. He put his hand out to me, his gaze darting over my body as he pulled me up to him. My long burgundy, belled slacks gave the look of a skirt and the flow of a gown. My overly exaggerated breasts were pushed up towards him in the matching corset top. I looked like I could be starring in a late night soap opera.

For the supernatural and super horny.

Giovanni glanced down at the mounds of white flesh and bowed his head slightly in acknowledgment of my beauty. No, I wasn’t being cocky. He’d done it so many times over the past four months that I was used to it. Trust me when I say getting used to being treated like a queen is friggin’ awesome.

The first time he’d acted like that, I’d stopped and made a point to question his behavior. He simply explained he was paying his respects for being allowed to be near me. I laughed him off, thinking he was joking. I mean, come on, who would buy that response as the right answer?

Giovanni was one I was never able to read well. I knew all about him being a big-bad-vampire and I knew all about his role in killing me my first time on this earth. That was over two-hundred years ago. Wait, it gets even more confusing. He also played a key role in saving my life on two different occasions this time around.

Warning: Concentrating too hard on my own life could lead to an aneurysm.

Being reincarnated was hard enough to live with. Try adding the fact that ninety percent of the people I knew in my past life were immortal and still around. Apparently, I had a history, sometimes sordid, with each of them. Yeah, I was beginning to think I’d make a great movie of the week. If I was lucky, someone famous would play me. Doubtful though.

“Dance with me, Bella.” He made no attempt to hide his accent like so many vampires I know did. Giovanni had lived most of his life in Italy and made no bones about it. He was what he was and that was that. I admired him for it.

“Who is this?” I was curious as to what composer I was listening to now.

“Busoni,” Giovanni said, as if this one name declaration would sum it all up for me. I smiled and gave up trying to figure it all out. I decided to enjoy the moment. “Busoni, had a tremendous range of expression, would you agree? Not to the extent of many of the masters, but I enjoy him all the same. Pity he had to die. Such a mortal thing to do.”

I nodded, unsure what, exactly, I was agreeing to and smiled again. I wouldn’t know range of expression if it bit me in the ass. I also found little shocking about his comment on mortals dying. It was a sad truth. Giovanni was full of many of those.

For the first time in a long time, my smiles weren’t forced. Giovanni made me happy. Italy made me happy. It felt like home.

I let him put his hand on my waist and take my other in his. He led us across the marble floor in such a perfect, fluid motion that it felt as though we’d been doing it for centuries. Perhaps we had. My memories of my past life were sporadic at best. Whatever was happening between us seemed right.

My heels clicked along as I let myself be swept up in the moment. Giovanni had a way about him. He was sophisticated, yet full of humor and charm. He was so very different from the men I’d left behind four months earlier. He was also a great deal more dangerous. Maybe that was part of the lure.

He spun me around and around. Lifting me off my feet, he continued around once more before setting me back down gently. When he was finished, I was left dizzy, breathless, and clinging to him. I knew he enjoyed being this close to me. I enjoyed it, too. More than I should but it was hard not to appreciate the feel of his toned body pressed to mine. We’d been staying together for the last fourteen weeks and in that time he and I had never had sex or even shared a kiss. Horny didn’t even begin to cover my body at present.

There’s only so much Italian stallion a gal can take before she’s biting her lip and thinking of easing her own sexual frustration.

Giovanni was turning out to be someone I enjoyed spending time with. He’d been gracious enough to take me away from the chaos of my father’s–King Kerrigan, Leader of the Dark Realm–home. My father had been well meaning in his attempts at throwing an extravagant engagement party for me, but he hadn’t been aware that circumstances had changed. Caleb, the man I had agreed to marry, and I had had a falling out. My father especially liked Caleb, because he, like me, is a faerie. Being intimate with a faerie is a feeling that cannot be duplicated even with the most loving of partners. As much as Caleb and I seemed perfect for each other, the engagement went sour fast. He’d been running around town with other women and I’d been sleeping with other men. One man in particular that I’d chosen to share myself with had upset him—Pallo D’Alessandro.

Pallo happened to be a master vampire and longtime on and off again boyfriend of mine. Did I forget to mention that Giovanni sired him? You know what they say about the webs we weave.

“What would you like to do today, Bella?”

Giovanni had made sure to set it up so that I didn’t have to do anything on my own if I didn’t want to. It sounded very glamorous in the beginning, until two women showed up in my bathroom trying to clean me. I had had to draw the line and set limits then. After a two hour limit setting session Giovanni seemed to understand I didn’t mind living my own life or bathing myself.

“I don’t care. You decide.”

“My dear, Bella, everyday it is the same. I ask what you want and you volley it back to me.”

“Volley? My, aren’t we the hip vamp? Are you taking notes on how to sound like you come from this century?” I batted my lashes. “Oh, I want to see them.”

His smile widened. “Shall we try horseback riding again?”

I let out a long, exasperated breath. “The horses are scared to death of you. Why don’t you get some sort of demon-breed? Maybe they’d be less skittish.” The last time we’d attempted to go for a ride Giovanni had sent the horses into a dither. They were beside themselves with fear. They could sense he was a vampire and they were not cool with that. Hell, I wasn’t always cool with it either. Couldn’t really blame the things. Our planned night out ended up with me coaxing an upset horse back to its stable while trying to convince Giovanni that, no, I really didn’t need his help.

“How about tennis… would you like to play?”

This was going nowhere fast. “I don’t know how to play. Maybe, if you did you could teach me.”

Laughing, he threw his hands up. “Arrèndere—I surrender. It is up to you, Bella.”

“Can I ask you something?” I hedged, unsure how much I wanted to push him because I was positive his answer wouldn’t be to my liking.

“Of course.”

“Why is it you have a pool, a tennis court, horses and all this other stuff if you can’t, or don’t want to use them?”

A slight smile appeared on his handsome face. “I told the people who took care of this property that I wanted it kept up to date. They followed my orders.”

“That part I get. It explains some of the stuff, but not the horses.”

Coming close to me, he touched my cheek and his soft hands ran over my skin lightly. “Bella, it is you who liked horses. I simply continued to keep them around after you were gone. They reminded me of you. I used to watch you care for them and go for morning rides to see the sun come up. Though, I was not able to accompany you due to obvious reasons, I did so enjoy knowing you were happy.”

I didn’t know what to say. He’d kept a stable full of horses around for over two-hundred years because I’d liked them? It was too much even for me. I shouldn’t have been surprised. He’d kept a room of the house stocked full of my old clothes. Over the years he’d picked up things here and there that reminded him of me, even though I had been long dead. It wasn’t very endearing. It was weird.

“Giovanni, you’re creeping me out again.”

“I do have a tendency to do that.”

A nervous laugh escaped me as I glanced around the large sitting room. It was beautiful. In fact, it was the most beautiful room I’d ever been in. It wasn’t just that he had decorated it in antiques that seemed very touchable, it was how much time he’d put into every piece of furniture and artwork that went into his home. He seemed to have a thing for deep, rich colors in the main living area and more subtle ones throughout the rest of his home.

My gaze wandered to the fresco of Jesus tending his sheep. The irony of the devil having Jesus hanging on his wall was not lost on me. A vampire with the desire to have a holy figure depicted in his home—just another example of Giovanni’s quirks. Part of what made me like being around him so very much. It was also something I’d miss.

I looked back at him with a heavy heart. “I’m going to have to go home soon.”

There. I had said it out loud.

He moved his long black hair over one shoulder and began to take his jacket off. The man wore designer suits almost every day. I wondered if he wore designer underwear, too. Shocked to find myself thinking about him sexually again, I couldn’t pull my eyes away as his long, pale fingers unbuttoned one of the three buttons of the single-breasted black jacket. He casually tossed the jacket onto the sage-colored chair behind him. My cheeks flared red because only yesterday I had been picturing him nude in that very chair. The soft feel of the velvet and the ornate features matched him, so well. Having him waiting naked in it for me seemed like the perfect fantasy.

Giovanni was doing the most casual of things, yet I couldn’t seem to tear my gaze from him. His matching black button up dress shirt was open, down to his mid-chest. My toes curled at the thought of touching him. I was shaken. I’d gotten used to looking at men bare their chests to me since I’d known Caleb and Pallo. Caleb was a fan of the no-shirt look and Pallo liked to show his chest off through the wonders of designer clothing. Giovanni was a lot like Pallo in that respect, but he seemed to think more was better. I had seen him once in a mesh black shirt. It showed off his tanned and toned upper body, but I’d never seen him in anything quite that revealing again.

Moving onto my tiptoes, I tried to sneak a peek into his shirt. He caught me doing it and smiled.

“You have only but to ask me and…”

I put my hand up to stop him from going any further. I’d been the one to insist sex stay out of our relationship, but being next to an Italian stud twenty-four hours a day could make a nun second guess herself.

I’m certainly no nun.

“No. Really, I’m good. I was just wondering about something.”

He walked over to the side table and poured two glasses of wine, keeping his back to me. I knew it was on purpose. His tall, toned frame and long hair made him slightly androgynous from the backside. Thankfully, his shoulders were wide and his face masculine or people would begin to wonder.

Giovanni turned and handed me a glass of red wine. As I took it, my body reacted to his touch, heating, tightening, aching for more. Yanking my hand away, I gave him a nasty look. “I thought I told you not to use your vamp-mojo on me.”

His black eyes softened and the corner of his mouth dropped into a frown. “Bella, I am not using any mojo on you. I promise you that.”

If he was telling the truth, then I was in deep shit. Having feelings for him could be deadly. I knew that for a fact. I set my glass of wine down and walked towards the stairs. “I need some time to myself.”

What I really should have said was that I needed to put distance between us.

He put his glass in the air and nodded to me. “Of course.”

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Published on December 11, 2013 20:44

December 7, 2013

I’m under Nora Roberts and I couldn’t be happier!

I’m #2 (behind Nora Roberts) in Author Rank on Amazon’s Top 100 Paranormal Romance Authors! What an honor! You all did it! You’ve gone out of your way to spread the word about my books, to buy them and to just be super awesome… I really cannot thank you all enough!

Immortal Ops Box Set is still kicking butt! So is the Daughter of Darkness one, the Sweetest Seductions one and the Zodiac One! Thank you all so much!

Michelle Pillow is kicking backside on the Top 100 Para Author Chart as well! VERY PROUD to be BFFs with her and to have her as a partner with The Raven Books Publishing!

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Published on December 07, 2013 07:25

December 1, 2013

#1 Bestseller on Amazon! Immortal Ops Box Set!

I don’t have the words to say how happy I am or how thankful I am to my readers. Immortal Ops Box Set Books 1-4 is a Number 1 Bestseller on Amazon! It also made it into the Top 100 Overall Books on Barnes and Noble!

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Published on December 01, 2013 04:07

November 26, 2013

The Unforgettable by Rory Michaels

Contemporary Western Threesome Romance

A Macon Valley Ménage 4

Twin brothers, Levi and Lyle Ackerman have had their sights set on Sally Young for years now. Lyle manned up and asked her out, beating Lyle to the punch. Sally had always seemed so sweet, so untouchable. Now, she’s within the boys’ reach and their ready to spend a night exploring every inch of her, giving her pleasures she can’t deny.

Warning: This short story contains ménages a trios, explicit sex, strong language and cowboys who will melt your socks off. This short story also has explicit, graphic sexual content and is not for the faint of heart.

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Published on November 26, 2013 21:35

Things you may not know about me.

1. I had my first son when I was just barely 19.

2. I had Hyperemesis when pregnant with him. So bad that I was hospitalized more than once and had home health care nurses come when I wore a backpack that plugged in and IV was hooked to me from it as fluid pumped into me to keep both myself and my son alive.

3. Because I was so sick during the pregnancy I had to drop of out my freshman year of college.

4. Mind you, I do not come from a rich family. I had to work my ass off to go to college. This was devastating to me. I decided that while I may be out of the running for 9 mos I would not be out of the race for an education.

5. I gave birth to a wonderful, healthy baby boy when I was, like I mentioned above, just barely 19. His father had just turned 21 at the time.

6. We did not marry right away. He asked. I said… uh, let me think about it.

7. He wouldn’t give up on the idea of us being married. I gave in. We married. When we told peers some of them (okay, many but not all) laughed in our faces and said I give you a year or two at most. (side note: Its been 20 years… suck it)

8. Since I had to leave the university I was at and it was no longer a viable option because I had a newborn and had to work even more than when I was going to school, I signed up for a community college that was still nearly an hour drive each way. Mr. Mandy did as well. We worked and went to school at opposite times. We did not see each other much at all our first two years of marriage. We were too busy trying to make sure we had the skills to provide for our new family.

9. He went on to a four year school and had to drive nearly 3 hours each way twice a week for almost two years. He finished.

10. I finished my four year as well. By this point I was in my late twenties. I worked my ass off at every job I could that related to my desired field of employment (Marketing at the time). I took shit jobs, got treated like ass but still did it because I knew I needed it on my resume.

11. Mr Mandy did the same thing. Finally, he landed what would be his “adult” job for nearly 15 yrs. They sold the plant and without notice he and many others at his level were handed walking papers.

12. During this 15 year period he worked at his “adult” job we found out our youngest son was developmentally delayed… for a while they kept suggesting autism. Stunned, we decided that no matter how hard I’d worked towards my goal in marketing, it wasn’t worth sacrificing our kids. I stopped working at once. I dedicated all my time to helping figure out WTH was going on with our youngest.

13. Youngest was diagnosed with food allergies. Yes, these can be devastating to a child’s development.

14. Label in hand and a direction to go (oddly enough the therapies for getting him on track were the same ones used by children with autism) I noticed my nights were free (well, not if I wanted to sleep but what mom does that LOL). So I read a lot. Read everything the library had in the genre I liked. Decided, huh, guess I’ll have to write something. Laughed that idea off. Then got ticked about a junker car we had, started drafting a letter about it and it spawned into a novel… Yes, this is where Daughter of Darkness car scene where she is complaining out the rain leaking in comes from.

15. A close friend of mine found out I’d written an full-length novel in less than eight weeks. Asked to read it. Said, you need to send it in. Do it or I will. That was ten years ago in Oct of this year.

The rest you already know.

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Published on November 26, 2013 10:42

November 20, 2013

Excerpt: The Enchantress by Mandy M Roth

The Enchantress by Mandy M Roth

Daughter of Darkness 2

Paranormal Dark Fantasy Vampire Romance

When the Siren calls, the men follow. Led by the song of the Enchantress men will do almost anything, including kill the one they love.

When Caleb is called away to track the Enchantress, Gwen is left in the hands of her new best friends, Caradoc and James. Sick, and alone, Gwen finds herself plagued by bizarre dreams involving Pallo and robed monks. The dreams take on a sexual nature, and when Gwen is left mating with Pallo’s vampire side, she finds out things are not always as they appear.

Rating: This story contains mature situations, paranormal elements, graphic violence, gore, strong language, explicit sex, the loss of child, and a women’s love for multiple men. It is not intended for the faint of heart. Author recommends reading The Gwyneth Stevens Series in order of release.

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Chapter One

I looked at the giant hole in the ground and stood silent. I’m not sure there is a good word to use when you think that someone’s fallen off the deep edge—in an ‘in love’ kind of way. Pointing it out almost seems cruel, especially when you’re who they are in love with.

I couldn’t believe I’d let Caleb talk me into this. We’d been dating for a couple of months now. It felt more like a lifetime, after all, this wasn’t my first go round with him. I had been betrothed to him over two hundred years ago. Yeah, I know, that definitely takes the prize for the world’s longest engagement.

I stood on the edge of the missing earth and peered into the hole. It was huge. You could easily park at least two cars in it. “I thought you said you were making a tiny Koi pond,” I said, looking down at Caleb. He stood in the bottom of the hole holding a yellow-handled shovel, pitching dirt up and over his head. I watched his muscles harden with each movement he made. His back rippled as the sun glistened off his sweat. This was being done strictly for my benefit and I wasn’t about to start complaining. Although, I would have preferred to have those muscles sweaty and taut above me. He could have dug the hole without any physical labor on his part whatsoever.

Caleb and I are both faeries. I don’t mean faeries in the little pixie type with wings that grant wishes way, or follow boys from Nevernever Land way—I mean faeries as in tall, or at least Caleb was tall, slender, longhaired and pale skinned.

If Caleb had really wanted to, he could have used his magikal power to remove the soil from the ground, and be done in a matter of minutes. No, he had insisted on taking the hard way. He’d been digging the darn hole now for the last two weeks. I knew that he wouldn’t dare risk someone seeing him use magik, even though we were in the middle of nowhere. I didn’t think that a deer on the property would notice a little shift in the wind, or care, but Caleb wasn’t one to take chances. He was conservative by nature and it suited him.

Someone had to balance us out.

I got the feeling that standing shoulder deep in a hole, with a shovel in his hand, made Caleb feel as though he had a purpose. His chosen profession was bounty hunter to the supernatural. If any sort of spook, undead, or out of the ordinary criminal was on the loose, Caleb was the man they called. Bounty hunting is extremely dangerous, but pays well. He loved his job and had been forced to cut his hours back to hang around and baby-sit me.

There had been several attempts on my life a little over two months ago. I’d been attacked by two vicious and smelly trolls. One of the nasty varmints managed to sink its ragged, rotted teeth into my shoulder. Apparently, a troll’s bite is venomous, and packs a hell of punch. It would have killed me if Caleb hadn’t shown up when he did. I was still thinking of starting a campaign to get trolls listed as one of the world’s most deadliest creatures, but that would mean exposing humans to the reality of their existence—no thanks.

Caleb had been tracking the trolls into this realm. He was curious as to why they were coming here at all. They weren’t known for leaving their rat infested swamplands often. When he saw them attacking me, he figured it out real quick. They had been sent to kill me. The acting head of the Fae Sorcha, had ordered my death.

Hey, I could be as much of a pain in the butt as the next gal, but wanting me dead seemed a bit extreme. I am biased, I know, but still.

Turns out Sorcha had her reasons. She wanted to kill me before her son and I could meet. She wanted to make sure that he didn’t end up with me. As far as Sorcha knew, I was just a reborn faerie out to trap her son in a loveless marriage.

Yeah, reborn, I know crazy life, huh! It was a huge shocker for me too. It was still a little hard for me to deal with, and I had found out about two months ago. From what they tell me, I had once lived for over a hundred years on this earth, never looking a day over twenty, and now I was back. The only major difference, physically speaking, was that my eyes had been violet before and now they were navy blue. That was close to two hundred years ago. I know this because I was starting to have more and more memories of that life coming back to me. Not all were pleasant.

Being hunted down by Sorcha’s henchmen threw me for a loop, I had no idea that she even existed, let alone had it in for me. Did I forget to mention that Sorcha is Caleb’s mother? Oops! Sorcha hated me from the day I was betrothed to Caleb. That had not happened in this lifetime, it had happened in the last. Hating someone for close to four hundred years was a long time to hold a grudge. I had to hand it to her, she was persistent. I’m sure that bottling up all that hate for so many centuries was not healthy.

I looked down at Caleb, digging in the hole. I couldn’t figure out how I’d been so lucky to get him. He was a vision of beauty, his six foot four frame was well defined, he was thin, but not too thin, his long shiny-blonde hair hung to his waist. It was smooth and straight. I was so envious of his hair. I had to laugh at the fact that my boyfriend had better hair than me. Don’t get me wrong, I’d been blessed all right, but I unfortunately didn’t get to be a blonde bombshell. Genetics dealt me long wavy hair that was black as night.

Yeah, Caleb was beautiful, a little too beautiful. It didn’t matter–every bit of him was man, you can trust me on that. I know this because we had sex the first day we met. No, I don’t normally run around having sex with strangers, but he wasn’t a stranger. We had been together for a hundred years once, so that had to qualify for something.

“Are you going to be doing that all day?” I asked, missing his touch. He’d been consumed with getting the old farmhouse fixed up. It was his new mission. He was one of those people that always needed to be doing something constructive or they’d go mad. I was the complete opposite. I could sit for hours on a rock, observing the wonders that nature had to offer, and never once feel guilty about it.

Caleb glanced up at me. Dirt was smeared on his forehead and cheek. I snickered, and watched him wipe his dirt stained hand across his cheek, effectively blackening out the side of his face. “I’m sorry. I just want to get this filled with cement, before the weather gets too bad. I’m pushing it enough as it is doing it this late in the year. I want you to have this, Gwen. Let me do this for you, then we can sit out here, listen to the water roll over the rocks and maybe,” he wiggled his eyebrows and gave me a half-cocked smile, “we could do a little something else out here as well.”

How could I argue with that? Caleb’s forest green eyes held such love, I wanted to jump down into the hole and kiss him, but getting out would be an issue for me. Standing at only five foot five made it hard to get in and out of there without the aid of a ladder. He was making it seven foot deep, because the Koi needed it deep to survive the harsh winter. I think he did it just to tease me about how short I am.

When Caleb started to help me fix up my farmhouse, we’d bought a bunch of remodeling books and magazines. We sat together, cuddled in our bed flipping through the pages, picking things out that we liked. I had stopped at a picture of an attractive white home, with a large man-made water garden in front of it. I looked at all of the magnificently colored pond lilies and large multi-colored fish. It seemed so peaceful, so serene. The next day I woke to find Caleb missing from the bed. I went searching for him, and found him out behind the house, digging a hole in the ground. He had the magazine opened to the page with the water garden. My heart melted. He was making this for me.

“Well, do you at least want some lunch?” He hadn’t eaten breakfast and it was pushing two o’clock. I didn’t want him getting run down. He had to work this weekend. I hated the idea of Caleb leaving me to head off to wherever it was he went. His job was dangerous, and I worried sick about him the entire time he was gone.

“Gwen, I’m fine sweetie, don’t worry about me. I’m just about done for the day.” He tossed more dirt over his head. I hated this, I knew that he was doing this for me, but I wanted to see him. I wanted to spend time with him before he had to leave.

We’d only been ‘back’ together for two months, but already I felt attached to him. My body ached while he was away from me. I missed his smell—he always smelled so fresh and clean, like the morning air after a rainfall. I had often wondered if they could bottle the smell of him and mass-produce it. Women would dig it—I’m sure.

The wind around us picked up, it sent dried orange and brown leaves scattering about the yard. Caleb didn’t seem to notice, or care about the weather cooling down, he still ran around with no shirt on and a pair of jeans most of the time. It was forever summer to him. I often wondered if he was running a core body temperature that was twenty degree hotter than most. He had that Californian beach-babe thing going and I couldn’t help but love it.

I, on the other hand, had packed my shorts away for the season and pulled out my winter clothes. I was always cold lately. I pulled the sleeves of my Cappuccino colored acrylic sweater down, and over my hands. I had a white knit shirt underneath, but I was still chilly. I coughed a little. Great, I hoped I wasn’t getting a cold. I hadn’t really ever had one before, but I’d seen my friends and coworkers fighting them off. All the phlegm, hacking, and headaches, no thanks I’d pass.

Caleb looked up at me. “Gwen?”

He was always so concerned about me. He was convinced that his mother would never stop trying to sabotage our relationship. I didn’t worry about that too much. I figured my father would look out for us. He was, after all, the King—and no Caleb and I are not related. Sorcha, Caleb’s mother only stepped in to lead in the absence of my father.

Under normal circumstances, Sorcha was just the head sorceress for my father. He took her on for this duty when he saw that she had a young son. Instantly he arranged a marriage between the two of us. I was only days old, and he had only seen me once. Not a good way to start out I know, but things had changed this time around, they were better.

Caleb gave me another questioning look.

“I’m fine. I swallowed some dust or something, really,” I said, trying to sound as convincing as possible. I didn’t want him to feel like he had to stay home with me. Caleb enjoyed his job, and I didn’t want to take that from him. Besides, James and Caradoc were coming up to stay with me for the weekend. It would be great. They’d turned into two of my best friends in a relatively short period of time. They were both vampires, but that didn’t faze me a bit.

I’d slept with their Master, Pallo, about two months ago. Yep, same time I starting seeing Caleb. Walking in and meeting Pallo had changed my life forever. He had been what jogged my memory of my life before. I had been in love with him hundreds of years ago, when he was still human. I’d even left Caleb for him, well not for him, but for another vampire, yeah, I know, I was totally screwed up in the head. What do you expect? I am, after all, the daughter of the King of the Fae, I’m bound to have some hang-ups.

The phone rang, and I headed into the house to grab it. I ran through the kitchen door and almost knocked a can of paint over. It seemed like Caleb was tackling a project in every room of the house. He had taken all of the kitchen cabinet doors off and sanded them down. He was now in the process of putting another coat of white paint on them. I had to admit, they looked great, like they were brand new. I just wished that he’d finish one project before moving on to the next.

I snatched the phone off the wall. “Hello?” I said, a little out of breath.

“Gwen? Are you alright?”

“Ken!” I was happy to hear his voice. Ken was my boss, and my ex-fiancé. There was a time not long ago, when the sound of his voice made me nauseous—that was when I was still operating under the assumption that he had cheated on me. I had gotten over that, now I just missed him. He’d been distancing himself from me. I could hardly blame him. Things in my life were pretty screwed up right now. “Yeah, I’m good. How about you? How are you doing?”

“Good. I’m doing good. I finally got all moved into my new place. It’s nice, I like it,” he said, his voice low. He was keeping his emotions out of this, I could tell. I also noticed how Ken didn’t offer to show me his new place. I knew that his new little sweetie, Beth, had been the realtor who helped him find it. I’d had issues with Beth from the moment he told me about her. She was the realtor who took us house hunting when we were engaged. How convenient for her that Ken’s apartment had been destroyed by hellhounds, and that his fiancée had left him.

“Sounds nice…How is Beth doing?” I hit myself on the forehead. Why in the world did I bring her into this? Ken had every right to be dating other people, but it didn’t lesson the pain any.

I pictured his athletic body wrapped around hers and it made me sick. I could see Beth running her fingers through Ken’s dark blonde hair. Last time I’d seen him he had finally let it grow out from the crew cut he had always worn. It looked good on him. I bet Beth really liked it too.

“Beth’s fine, but that’s not what I called about,” he said, voice flat.

“Well, what did you call about, Ken? It’s obvious you really don’t want to be speaking to me, so what gives?”

“I just needed to call you and let you know, that you don’t need to come back in.” He was getting at something I was sure I wouldn’t like.

“I told you I’d be back in on Monday.” I’d been his personal assistant for two years. I was his right hand-girl. He never did anything without my approval. I knew that my taking personal time, and telecommuting from home had put a burden on him, but everything was still getting done.

“No, Gwen, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

I stood there playing with the phone cord, and my stomach tightened. “Ken, are you letting me go?”

“Yes,” he said, his voice void of any emotion.

My cheeks flushed. I wasn’t hurt. I was pissed. “Well, thanks for having the balls to tell me over the phone instead of in person. I really appreciate hearing it this way. You should have sent me a letter so you wouldn’t have had to speak to me at all. But, I’m probably not worth the price of a stamp, so…” I was furious with him. I didn’t care about the job, that wasn’t it at all, and I didn’t need the money. I’d saved enough over the last few years to get by. I cared about how hard he was pushing me away.

“Gwen, don’t be…”

I cut him off. “What don’t be what? Don’t be mad that someone I care about hates me, or don’t be mad that I still care about you?” I put my hand over my mouth. Did I really just tell him that I still cared for him? What the hell was I thinking? I had Caleb now, and he had Beth.

Ken fell silent on the other end. I didn’t really expect him to say anything, although, a just kidding, you’re not fired would have been nice. I stood there for a second longer then hung up on him. There wasn’t really anything left for me to offer that would be considered polite, so it was better this way.

If you can’t say anything nice…

I walked over to the fridge and took out the pitcher of lemonade. I wanted a glass of wine, but the lemonade would have to do. I set the pitcher on the counter and grabbed two glasses down from the shelf. As I walked back towards the freezer to get ice, the phone rang again. I knew it was Ken calling me back. I didn’t want to talk to him. I’d let the machine get it. I grabbed a handful of ice out of the icebox and dropped it into the glasses. The plunking sound was a nice distraction from the nagging feeling of loss that threatened to consume me.

The phone had just stopped ringing when Caleb walked in the back door. I listened to my voice greeting the caller. It was coming from the answering machine in the hall by the front door. When the machine beeped, I looked up at Caleb. I wanted him to be digging out in his hole again. I didn’t want him in here with me right this minute.

I heard Ken’s voice on the machine. “Gwen, don’t do this. I’m sorry. I’m having a hard time with everything still. I just need some time. You’re not fired, I’m sorry, I just thought… I don’t know what I thought, pick up please…I know you’re there, Gwen? I still have feelings for you, too…Maybe you should take a few more weeks off…I can’t do this right now…I love you too much to watch you with someone…” the machine beeped and stopped recording.

I stared up at Caleb. He stood very still. I’d never really got the expression about hearing a pin drop until that moment. He looked down at me and I could see the anger on his face. “What the hell was that about?”

I tried to avoid eye contact with him. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I didn’t want to lie to him either. “I love you,” was the best I could come up with.

He reached out and took my hand in his. His hand was rough from all of the manual labor he had been doing. It didn’t matter to me that he wasn’t as smooth as he’d once been, I’d take him anyway, so long as he was with me.

“Gwen, don’t do this, please,” he said, his hand tightened around mine. I looked up at his face. The moment I saw his green eyes, I couldn’t help myself; I started to cry.

Prior to finding out about my past, I was normal, well as normal as a faerie living among humans could get. I didn’t have multiple men at one time. I hadn’t even had sex for six months before I met Caleb. Ken had been the last man I’d been with, and we’d been engaged. Since I began to remember bits and snippets of my past I started to have uncontrollable desires, and I didn’t like the new me one bit.

Caleb pulled me close to him. His body was sweaty, but still smelled wonderful. I took a deep breath in and let his scent calm me. I let him hold me tight against his chest. He was warm, and lately I had been cold all the time. I let my head rest against him, and he stroked the back of my head gently.

“Marry me, Gwen, marry me and this will all stop, I promise,” he said gently to me.

I kept my head buried in his chest. How could he be so sure, how could he know that I wouldn’t leave him again for another man? That’s exactly what I’d done to him my last time on this earth. I couldn’t even think about committing to him, then destroying him like that again. I was having a hard enough time liking myself lately, doing that to Caleb would kill me, I was sure of that.

“I can’t,” I said, between sobs. His hands tightened in my hair—he was just this side of pulling it.

“You mean you won’t.” The hurt in his voice was evident. I wanted to comfort him, but I was crying too hard. I wasn’t going to be much good in the consoling department when I was sobbing like a baby. I went to pull away, but Caleb held me tight. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get you all upset. I’m sorry.”

“I love you Caleb. I love you so much!” I yearned for reassurance that he wasn’t mad, and that everything would be all right. I couldn’t imagine my life without him. He had become everything to me. I wondered if we’d been this way before, and if so, why did I leave him? I wasn’t sure I’d ever know the answer to that.

He kissed the top of my head. “I love you too, Gwen, I love you too.”

I slid my arms around his back and hugged him tight. He was so warm, so loving, do different from any other man I’d ever had in my life. He bent down and touched my forehead lightly with the back of his hand. “Gwen, you’re ice cold. Are you alright?”

I smiled, and felt the tears starting to dry on my face. It was a little like having one of those facial masks drying on you, only without the luxury of being able to peel it off, and as far as I know any exfoliating qualities. I did my best to wipe my cheeks before pulling Caleb’s face down to mine to kiss his lips. The salt from my tears pressed into both of our mouths. I pushed my tongue in, diving, digging for his. When I found it, it was warm and wrapped itself smoothly around mine.

My body burned to be with him, to have him hold my naked body in his arms. I knew he had to get cleaned up and get ready to go, but that didn’t change the fact that I still wanted to lie with him before he left. I loved him so much, and didn’t want to think about the possibility of the last time we talked ending in a fight. His job was dangerous, and there was always a very real chance that he wouldn’t come home. I’d thought that I’d lost him once and that was more than enough to not want to go through it again.

“Gwen, I’m calling Mark, I can’t go in with you like this.” He walked around me and headed out in the hall to use the phone. Mark was his partner. I’d never actually met him. I’d heard Caleb talk about him a few times, but that was it. I asked about him once, but Caleb just told me that in their line of work, the less people knew about them the better. I wasn’t sure I agreed with that, I mean, he was putting his life in this guy’s hands. Didn’t I have the right to at least meet him? Caleb didn’t seem to agree with me on that one.

I didn’t want Caleb to stay home on account of me. He loved what he did. I could always see a spark in his eye when he returned home after hunting down some crazy creature. He loved to tell me all about his adventures. I usually sat there with an aching pit at the bottom of my stomach every time he went into detail about being in danger, but I kept a smile on my face all the same. Caleb was a thrill seeker, that much was plain to see.

“Caleb!” I called after him. He turned around and looked at me. “Hey, I’m fine, you go. Besides you’ll ruin my weekend movie marathon,” I said, grinning at him.

I knew that James would be stopping at the video store before he and Caradoc came. James and I had taken to watching movies. We’d become our own two man critiquing team. Two fangs out or down. It wasn’t the best rating system, but it worked. Besides, James may be the only person more jaded than me. I couldn’t be sure, but maybe. Last week had been our ode to the eighties. We’d spent the weekend watching teen flicks that dealt with serious issues, like paying your paper carrier on time, turning sixteen, and spending a weekend in detention. It was very stimulating.

Caradoc, one the most serious vamps I’d ever met, refused to sit with us and stare aimlessly at the television screen. He always wondered off into the woods or brought a few books to read. I’m sure that he thought James and I were childish. Even though I’d just turned twenty-five, Caradoc still had me by about three hundred years or so, give or take a little.

James on the other hand was a smidge younger than him. He kept his hair cut short, and bleached it blond. I had to laugh every time I saw him spreading hair gel through it to spike it up. I think, no I know, he owns every black t-shirt ever made, and he rarely incorporates color.

Caleb walked over to me and touched my head with the back of his hand. “Gwen, you’re really cool, what’s going on? You’re still taking your pills, right?”

The pills he was referring to were my birth control pills that a Fae doctor, Dr. Brown had prescribed for me. The word Fae, means elf, faerie, or magikal creature. I had to hunt around for a doctor who specialized in this. Going to a normal doctor would have been too risky. Ordinary everyday people didn’t know that faeries, vampires, and other creatures of the night were real, and it had to stay that way.

I had no idea what was in the pills, but they were the equivalent of taking three normal birth control pills at one time. I had to take them twice a day because I was a Fae and was in the reproductive prime of my life. No one knew how long I would remain fertile, it could be hundreds of years, or it could just be a few weeks. It could end tomorrow and revisit me again in a hundred years. There was no rhyme or reason to it all and it made it hard to prevent unplanned pregnancies.

Caleb and I had agreed not to have a baby right now. I could have already been close to popping one out right now if I didn’t take the pills religiously. We were matches, and in the life of a faerie, you only got a few of those. A match was someone whose essence was complementary to you, thus possibly producing a healthy offspring. My female Fae body would be very selective on whom it would allow to impregnate me. I never actually got a list of prerequisites for the guy to posses, so I wasn’t sure who all fit the bill. I knew that Caleb did. He wanted to marry me and have a family, I knew that, but he also respected me enough to not push it.

“Yeah, I’m still taking the pills, so no, I’m not pregnant,” I said to him. I noticed his eyes staring down at my stomach. He looked disappointed. My gestation rate was a bit more accelerated than a human was, so if I were to become pregnant I would show in a matter of weeks. I felt bad for letting him down, but this was my body, and right now, I did not want to have a baby.

He looked up at me and knew that I’d caught him fixating on my stomach. He smiled slightly. “I was just…”

I finished it for him. “You were just hoping that I had decided to surprise you. Well I didn’t, sorry.” I hated being like this with him. “Look, I’m sorry, but do you really think I want to get pregnant and watch you head out that door hunting some lethal demon, only to never come back through it? Do you think I want to raise a baby by myself? Is that it? God, Caleb, get real, you can’t expect me to do that, you can’t expect me to say, hey let’s do it, gee we’ve only been a couple for two months, but let’s start a family anyways. Oh, then after I have a perfect little version of you I can sit around and spend the rest of my life mourning the man I loved and lost every time I look into his eyes. I’m not cut out to be a mother. I can’t even take care of myself. I’m a mess and you know it!”

My temper was flaring. I had a nasty one and he knew it. He was always saying how much like my father I was. I wouldn’t really know since the man didn’t raise me. I was raised by two wonderfully loving humans, not the King of the Dark Realm. I’d have to take Caleb’s word on issues that involved my father.

Caleb reached out to touch me. I pulled away from him. “Gwen, I didn’t mean that, and if you don’t like what I do, why didn’t you just say something? I’ll stop, I’ll quit right now, if that will make you feel better about us. I’ll do anything you want, you just have to tell me what the hell it is that you want. I’m not like some, I don’t read minds.”

I rolled my eyes, I didn’t want him to do that, I didn’t know what I wanted anymore. I just knew that I didn’t want to fight about this again. “Forget it, I’m fine. Go, you need to get cleaned up.”

He reached out and grabbed me around my waist. Before I could protest, he’d picked me up in his arms. I grinned from ear to ear. He could always make me smile, no matter what. It was a gift that few possessed. He carried me up the stairs and to our bedroom. We had taken over the master bedroom and he was in the middle of tearing down the wallpaper. The walls looked like something had been clawing at them, shreds of paper hung loosely to the floor. I laughed at the state of the room as he tossed me down on the bed gently.

His hands slid up and under my sweater. He traced his fingers over my silk bra lightly. My nipples hardened. He bent down and kissed me, my mouth welcomed his. I loved kissing him, I loved tasting him—I couldn’t get enough of him. His scent was manly, woodsy, rugged. Faeries came by their smell honestly. I tended to smell like a touch of lavender, and Caleb smelled like the fresh morning dew. It could be traced back to the first faeries who were in charge of watching over all things in nature.

Caleb’s fingers slid under my bra strap and caressed my breast. I reached down and started to pull on the button to undo his jeans. I undid it and slid my hand down the front of his pants. I don’t think the man owned a pair of underwear. I asked him about it once, and he joked that he was always ready for me this way. I had to laugh, he was right. I touched him and ran my fingers over his velvety smooth cock. I always loved the fact that he took no time at all to be ready for sex.

“I can’t get enough of you,” I said, trying to take him in my mouth. He pushed me back gently and laughed.

“No, you can’t get enough sex period. It’s the nymph in you. Your Grandmother was a nymph and you seem to have inherited their appetite for sex.”

“Mmm, would that make me a…?”

I stroked his shaft faster and he grabbed my hand, pulling me away from him gently. “Yes, Gwen… that’s exactly what it makes you,” he said, teasing me.

“Then what’s that make you?” I asked, trying to take hold of him again. He shifted slightly and I grabbed him tight.

Caleb lifted my shirt and sweater up, exposing my stomach and chest to him. “That’s easy…a fool for loving you.”

I continued caressing the length of him—feeling him growing in my hand. He was so hot. It felt good against my cold hand. I wanted to pull him out and bring him to me. I wanted to enjoy him before he left for the weekend. He seemed to be thinking the same thing as me.

I pulled my sweater off and lay back. Caleb always liked me to lay back and let him see me. I didn’t bother questioning him about it anymore. I just did it. He traced the mounds of my breasts, and ran the tips of his fingers down my rib cage. I pulled my arms in, trying to avoid being tickled any further. He grabbed my wrists and put his entire body over mine, leaving my hands to be pinned above my head.

Caleb’s hands were twice the size of mine. He had an unfair advantage in the bedroom. I was no match for him physically, and he knew it. He held both my wrists together with just one of his hands, and used his free one to keep tickling my ribs. My body burned for his. I wanted him to take me, to make love to me, and not be gentle, or playful.

“Caleb…”

He nuzzled his face into my neck. I felt the tiniest start of a beard. It still surprised me each time I felt it. He was able to grow one, but it would take a long time. He seemed to think I’d like him with facial hair. Maybe I would.

“What?” he asked, as he licked the side of my neck.

“Please, Caleb!”

“Please, what?”

I couldn’t take it anymore. He was going to make me say it, even if it killed me. I gave in. “I want you inside me.”

He made a small purring noise in my ear. It sent my body into a state of lust for his. I tugged on his earlobe with my teeth and begged him to enter me—to take me and not to be gentle. I wanted it hard, and I wanted it now.

“Say that you’ll marry me, Gwen, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Caleb.”

“An bpósfaidh tú mé?—will you marry me?” Caleb asked. Hearing him utter those words in Gaelic make my chest tight, and my body ache for him.

His fingers slid down, into my hot channel, and found how very much I wanted him. He held them there and continued to taunt me. He dipped one in, moved it around, caressed me, and then pulled it back quickly, teasing me.

“Marry me, Gwen, and I’ll give you this and so much more for all eternity.”

Could I see myself spending forever with him? Yes, surprisingly enough, I could.

“Yes, Caleb, I’ll marry you.”

He plunged his fingers into me and I cried out. He smeared my juices on his shaft and thrust into me in one fluid movement. I screamed out and bucked against his hips in an attempt to take all of him within me. He strained, trying to keep from hurting me. He knew that his size sometimes made sex uncomfortable for me, but today I didn’t care. No, I wanted all of him in me now. I bit at his chin and he slammed his body into mine.

His mouth came down on mine and we shared a magikal moment together. I felt his power, part of his core, enter me, and mine him. It was the way that faeries sanctified their bond—reaffirmed their commitment to one another. Humans used diamond rings. Faeries used raw power. I had a piece of Caleb now, and he me. When we officially wed, we would surrender our powers over to each other fully, and they would merge forever.

As our powers joined, my orgasm ripped through my body. I contracted around him as he pumped in and out of me. It was his turn to cry out as he emptied his seed into me.

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November 13, 2013

Excerpt: Dance of Souls by Mandy M Roth

Dance of Souls

Best Intentions 2: A Ghost Cats Story

Paranormal Shifter Romance by Mandy M Roth

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Some dances are downright deadly.

Mason Blackwolf doesn’t want much out of life. He’s easy going. He’s alpha of his pack of werewolves, best friends with a shape shifting cougar and the great-grandson of a powerful Native American Shaman. A normal day for him consists of dealing with inter-pack politics, seducing beautiful women and then, if he’s lucky, relaxing and not thinking about much beyond that. When it becomes clear his grandfather has sent him on a wild goose chase, Mason stops at a roadside bar for a beer. He gets more than he’s bargained for when a tall, sexy blonde enters the establishment. She catches not only his eye but the wolf’s attention as well. She’s also off limits. In a big way. To Mason, it’s simply another layer that adds to her appeal. She’s a temptation he doesn’t want to resist and if he has his way, she’ll be thoroughly claimed before the night is out.

Rating: Contains graphic sexual content, adult language, and violence.

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Chapter One

Mason Blackwolf sat in the back booth of the bar he’d stopped at on his way home and watched the patrons closely. His ever vigilant eye had picked up on a number of oddities in the bar. Nothing that would send him packing but enough that Mason knew to be on his guard. He sat there, peeling the label off his beer, wadding the moistened paper into tiny balls and depositing them into the ashtray. He took another swig of the dark amber substance, savoring its rich brew but wishing it was stronger than it was.

Why his best friend, Brayen, and his grandfather, Running Elk, had sent him on a wild goose chase was a mystery to him. They had to have known that the rogue werewolf pack in Virginia had been captured and brought to justice. Everyone else seemed to know. The Virginia pack, who had contacted Brayen for help with the rouges, had come just shy of laughing in Mason’s face when he arrived. Why the hell did Brayen and Running Elk still send him? Sure, a vacation was nice but even he had to admit that he missed being home.

He hated to fly and had opted to drive instead. If the gods had intended him to fly, they’d have made him a werebird of some sort, not a werewolf. With a ridiculous amount of highway miles under his belt, Mason was ready to climb in his own bed and not look back. Unfortunately, he had a distance to travel yet before that could happen. The need to stretch his legs and relax had been great. The pull to this particular place had been all consuming—bordering on obsessive. He’d given into it and stopped. Now, he just had to figure out why.

Mason looked around, doing his best to put his finger on the problem. The smell of whiskey filled the air, coating it like a thin blanket of gasoline, no doubt as ignitable as the tempers of the occupants of the establishment.

Nothing in the bar seemed out of the ordinary. It was the same run of the mill, clean place with a gritty clientele he was used to. Though, his normal hang-out didn’t have humans roaming about it, mingled with supernaturals. This one did. That didn’t surprise him. Ninety-nine point nine percent of the places Mason went when he wasn’t home had them in it.

A row of pool tables flanked one side of the bar while a long bar ran the length of the other side. Tables filled the area in between and in the darkened back corner, sat several booths. The place wasn’t bad. It wasn’t extraordinary either. Mason couldn’t understand why he’d had the urge to stop here.

“Come on, baby. Give daddy some of that sweet ass,” a drunk called out from a table full of men.

Mason watched the brunette waitress who had caught his eye earlier as she did her best to ignore the heckling that had been going on since he’d first arrived. The bartender seemed to be leery about the group of men that had pushed several tables together and were now taking up a large portion of the center of the bar. If he had any clue what the hell the guys truly were, he’d have kicked their asses out long ago.

With a rifle loaded with silver bullets in his hands no less.

The music, pumping out of a jukebox up near the stage, varied from country to classic rock. It served to drown out some of the ruckus. Unfortunately, not enough to give Mason the peace he so desperately sought. Was it too much to ask for a break? Apparently so.

“Jeanie, you okay?” the bartender asked as he served an older man at the bar a beer.

Of course she’s not all right. The woman is being harassed by shifters, jackass!

The woman nodded as she went to collect dirty glasses and empty bottles from the table full of rowdy men. “I’m fine.”

“Yes, you certainly are fine,” a man with short, sandy brown hair said as he reached out and grabbed her ass. “Mmm, come on, sugar.”

She pushed away from him and scurried towards the bar. Mason groaned as he set his beer down. As much as he wanted to enjoy his time off, he wasn’t about to let a woman be manhandled by a group of drunken assholes. Shifters or not. The fact they were supernaturals only meant he could fight them head on and not have to hold as much back.

It’d be a real shame to kill one of these assholes. He snorted. A real shame.

The bartender put his palms down on the bar top and glared at the group of men. It was clear to see the man would attempt to protect his waitress. He was just playing it smart—avoiding a conflict if at all possible. It’s what Mason had been trying to do but suspected his attempts were in vain. He smiled.

Oh, well, kicking the shit out of someone will help me sleep better.

The door to the bar opened and Mason’s heart stopped for a fraction of a second as his gaze ran over the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. The woman had to be at least five-eight and at six foot two he liked to avoid having to bend nonstop to kiss them if at all possible. She’d work just fine.

The low-rise, boot-cut jeans she had on caught his attention immediately. Her toned abdomen showed, revealing a silver bellybutton ring. It was perfect. She was perfect. Gathering her up in his arms and spending the remainder of the night and most of the next day fucking her senseless chased his homesick blues away, replacing them with a rather optimistic outlook.

Long, shiny blonde hair stopped just before the small of her back. It was hair that a man would pay money just to be allowed the opportunity to run his fingers through and see it fanned out on the bed while sliding in and out of her. The very thought made Mason’s dick hard.

She smiled, making her classically beautiful face even more appealing. Her high cheekbones, narrow, slightly upturned nose and full rose-colored lips made his body throb with need. As his cock began to dig painfully into his black jeans, he instantly regretted not shacking up with the last hottie he’d crossed paths with. She’d been easy on the eyes and more than willing to have some fun but he felt compelled to get on the road and head home. Easy fucks weren’t something he normally passed on.

The bizarre urge to get on the road and head home had stayed with him and gotten stronger and stronger until he’d neared here. He’d given in to the compulsion to pull off, find a bite to eat and grab a beer. Somehow, he’d ended up here. It wasn’t as though the bar was close to the highway. No. Mason had driven a good distance off course before stopping. It wasn’t like he even had a choice. Something here had called to him. If he was right, it was the blonde.

“Hot damn,” a man at the table full of assholes said. “Take a look at the legs on that one. The rack isn’t bad either. How you doin’, sugar?”

Instantly, Mason found himself fighting the beast within, doing his best to keep the wolf caged. The urge to kill every one of the men for daring to look in the woman’s direction was so strong it shocked him. He clenched his fist, digging tiny crescent-shaped wounds into the palm of his hand and not caring in the least.

Jeanie went to the blonde quickly and Mason made sure he utilized every ounce of his supernatural gifts. First up, his ultrasensitive hearing. “Chan, you’re here. Ohmygod, I can’t believe it. When did you get in? Hey, I thought you weren’t coming until ten.”

The blonde smiled and his stomach did a flip-flop. If her flashing her pearly whites had that effect on him, he was screwed. Hopefully, in the literal sense if he played his cards right.

The blonde winked at her friend. “Hon, its eleven now. Don’t worry. I thought I’d head down and see if you needed a lift home or a little help?”

Her voice was every bit as smooth and sexy as she was. The need to hear her whispering sweet nothings in his ear while he fucked her left Mason fighting the urge to run to her and toss her over his shoulder. Fucking her was definitely something he would be doing before he left for home.

“Chandra Holbeck, are you telling me that you actually drove here for once?” Jeanie asked, sounding shocked.

Chandra. Chan. Mason let the name roll around in his head, taking more pleasure from it than he should.

Fuck, even her name makes me horny.

She laughed. He cupped his erection, praying for relief. When she spoke, she offered no such thing. “Uhh, please, Jeanie. You know me better than that. I didn’t drive. I walked. It’s gorgeous out. I can’t get enough of the fresh mountain air.”

Mason wanted to jump up and shout at her for being stupid enough to walk around at night, alone with shifters frequenting the area—drunk ones at that. Somehow, he managed to hold back. It wasn’t easy. Maybe the beast within him wanted to be fucking her tonight as bad as the man so it didn’t want to risk the opportunity by opening his mouth and inserting his foot.

Oh, we are so getting a piece of that tonight, my friend.

The woman slipped off the jean jacket she had on, leaving her in a tiny red fitted t-shirt. The cream-colored swells of her breasts showed due to the deep V-cut of it. Never before had Mason wanted to cover a sexy woman’s body from view but now he did. Wrapping her in a blanket and taking her home to peel back the layers and unwrap the prize inside in privacy was all he wanted to do. None of these men deserved to look upon her. She was special.

Special? What the hell am I thinking? She’s just another piece of ass.

Even as the words entered his mind, Mason knew they were a lie. She was more than just a piece of ass—way more and that scared him. Thankfully, the very idea of having his dick sinking into her lush body more than turned him on. It managed to set him on the verge of a full-shift and with his position as alpha male and right hand to Brayen—the guardian of the wolves—losing control wasn’t a problem. He was stronger than that. Or so he’d thought. The blonde before him challenged the theory at an alarming rate.

Chandra glanced around the bar, seeming to soak it all in with a childlike wonderment that made Mason smile. “Man, I missed this place. It’s packed.” Her brow creased. “Bertin, where’s Diane?”

The bartender shifted awkwardly. “She never showed and I haven’t been able to get her by phone,” Bertin said, sounding anything but pleased. “It’s good to have you home, Chan. The place wasn’t the same without you.”

Something passed over Chandra’s face. She walked quickly to the bartender, slid her arm around his waist and sent spikes of jealousy ramming through Mason’s body. “If you’re worried about Diane, which I can tell you are, go look for her. I’ll take care of things here while you’re gone. And it’s good to see you too, Bertin.”

He wouldn’t dare leave two women alone to run this bar with those assholes here.

Bertin nodded. “Okay, I’ll be back as soon as I can. You sure you’ll be okay?”

What? Mason had to fight not to fall out of the booth from sheer shock. There was no way in hell any man in his right mind would leave two women with the likes of the characters in the bar. The man was clearly insane.

Chandra did a rather long, sensual blink that had Mason’s entire body reacting to it as if it were hard-core porn. If she could do that to him with no more than a look, imagine what she could do with a touch. The very idea left his cock throbbing.

“Go on, we’ll be fine. I promise,” she said softly.

Bertin smiled and Mason considered ripping his head off and pinning it to a dartboard. He’s noticed several of them on the wall nearest the pool tables on his way in. They’d work nicely.

“Thanks, Chan. Keep an eye on the big group. They’re a bit rambunctious tonight. Jeanie is nervous dealing with them and I think they know it.”

A bit rambunctious? They’re psychotic.

Chandra nodded and patted Bertin’s shoulder as she walked behind the bar to pick up where he’d left off. Bertin hesitated just a moment before turning and glancing directly at Mason. Their gazes locked. The slight nod the bartender gave him had Mason wondering what the hell was going on. Had the man sensed Mason wasn’t human? Did he know Mason could and would protect the women at all costs? How could that be? Mason wasn’t even positive about what was going on—why the need to protect the blonde especially was so great. How the hell could some stranger hold the key?

All he knew for sure was if one of those assholes so much as sneezed in the blonde’s direction, it would be the last thing they ever did. Mason raked his gaze over them, coming close to daring them to try something.

He felt like fucking the blonde until one of them passed out. Considering his legendary stamina, Mason had little fear he’d be the first one to fall asleep.

“Jeanie, how about something a little more upbeat? I really don’t want to hear some guy singing about losing his wife, job, dog and pickup truck tonight. It’s depressing,” Chandra said, as she leaned forward and put her hand over the older man’s at the bar. “Hey, Grandpa. How are you doing tonight? You’re not getting yourself into any trouble, are you? I’ve been worried sick that you’d go causing an uproar while I was gone.”

Grandpa?

Jeanie headed towards the jukebox quickly and selected a new sequence of songs. The first one that came on was about a young girl having issues fighting the moonlight. Mason couldn’t help but smile. Being a werewolf left him having roughly the same problem, though he’d never once thought to write a song about it.

“Yeah, Grandpa,” the man who had been hassling Jeanie mocked as he lifted his beer in the air. “Have you been a good boy tonight?”

The old man glanced over his shoulder but said nothing to the group. He simply stared at them with a look that would have been intimidating if it wasn’t coming from a man who appeared to be pushing ninety.

I’m not exactly a spring chicken. Thank the gods I don’t look my age.

“Damn, Fred, that looked like a challenge to me,” a buzz-cut blond said. He sat next to the one called Fred and grinned from ear to ear.

Mason could no longer hold back. He eased forward in his seat, ready and willing to kill something. If he was lucky it would be a table full of assholes. After he was done with them, he’d take Chandra, get a room, and spend the night fucking her brains out.

His brashness made him cringe. Somehow, even thinking about her in terms like that, sickened him. You don’t make love to women, idiot. You fuck them. Get over the self-imposed guilt trip.

He locked gazes with the old man at the bar and an unseen force slammed into him. It stole his breath. Mason tried to stand, only to find himself pinned to his seat.

What the hell?

© copyright August 2011, Mandy M Roth

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

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Published on November 13, 2013 20:34

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Pen Name: The Unspoken by Rory Michaels

Contemporary Western Threesome Romance

A Macon Valley Ménage 3

Back from the service, best friends Wyatt Hews and Clay Miller are ready to seize hold of what they want. Shy, li’l Harley Gainer had held their hearts since High School. She’d been so innocent and so unassuming when they’d shipped out. While she’s certainly maintained her innocence, she learned to put her foot her down and has grown into a beautifully sassy young woman. Neither man can resist her and they’re hoping she can’t say no to them either. See, she’s the woman they want to share their bed and their lives with from here on out and the boys will stop at nothing to get her. Will she agree to a night of passion or will she cut and run out on something that could be wonderful?

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Theirs to Take by Rory Michaels

Contemporary Western Threesome Romance

Hazard County Threesomes Book 1

Ray and Mark haven’t seen each other in four years. Not since Mark ran like a thief in the night after a rather intimate encounter with Ray. When Mark resurfaces in Hazard County with his new bride, Nancy, in tow, Ray is hurt but drawn to Mark’s wife. He wants to sample her, to know if she’s as luscious as she looks. To make matters worse, Nancy wants it too. She knows about Mark and Ray’s torrid past and she is willing to be their third—their missing link in the bedroom. Can Ray get over Mark walking out on him once and can Nancy really handle two men at one time?

Warning: This short story contains m/m/f sex, m/f/m ménages a trois, explicit sex, strong language and cowboys who will melt your socks off. If you’re looking for long drawn out plots and sweeping romances, this isn’t your book. This is a short story that won’t apologize to anyone. If you want hot, dirty, sexy and to the point, you’ve found it. If not, it’s best to move right along, this isn’t the book for you.

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