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April 25, 2013
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?
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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A King’s Ransom (Masters of Pleasure) by Reagan Hawk (one of my pen names) was denied some advertising because the book is erotic. *gasp* (I won’t list what magazine/zine/place that did this.) I’ll admit, it was enough of the advertising that it will impact sales.
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Release Date: May 21, 2013
M/F with MFM scene. Is futuristic fantasy with paranormal elements.
Sci-Fi Fantasy Paranormal Erotic Romance
BLURB:
On a quest to find his brother, King Kritan of Katarian on the planet of Panucia finds himself ambushed, beaten, tortured and then sold to fight in the arena games. The people of Tamonius–his rival kingdom–condone slavery, take public sex to new lows and try to turn a profit off anything they can. Nothing can change his hatred for everything Tamonius… that is until he meets the most breathtakingly beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes upon. Surina of the House of Argyros, daughter to a powerful senator stirs the beast within him, making it want to lay claim to her as badly as the man does.
Free or not, Kritan is a master of seduction and has selected Surina as his newest prey. But this virginal beauty has secrets of her own–ones that change everything. And destiny just might have the last laugh.
Warning: Novel contains graphic violence, explicit sex, MF and MFM scenes, forced seduction, raw and gritty scenes of a society without order, sex scenes that may be offense to some, an alpha male shifter king who sees what he wants and goes for it, all else be damned, a head guard who has many secrets but shares a passion for the heroine and a virginal heroine who has longed to be taken rough and claimed fully by a man. This novel is not for everyone or the faint of heart. This novel contains adult content and is intended for mature audiences only. Must be 18 years or older to read.
Excerpt: (Intended for adults only. Must be 18 years or older to read.)
Chapter One
City of Vesta in the Kingdom of Tamonius on the Planet Panucia…
Kritan of Katarius walked through the streets of Vesta, a city known across the planet for its corruption and wickedness. He drew his black cloak around him more—to hide the sword at his side and the dagger in the top of his left boot. The clothing he wore was appropriate for the area, though nothing he’d normally want upon his body—the material was something a commoner would wear and not to his liking. He preferred trews to the tunic with a roped belt. He liked his boots, not the ones he wore now that were more of a sandal, leaving some of his foot exposed. He disliked, too, the ring that held his sword, preferring his sheath. He had not dared to bring his personal sword and shield. They were things that would give his origins—and his role—away.
It was important to blend. At least for now.
Cool wind from the north, from across the Ice Seas, blew past him. It was welcome against the heat of Tamonius’s summer. Kritan preferred slightly cooler weather. While he could warm his body naturally by allowing his beast to rise, he could not cool it as easily.
His lip curled at the sight of three women standing, their breasts hanging out of the tops of their tunics. They were whores. His homeland, Katarius, was not without pleasures of the flesh, but they did not openly display their sexuality as the people of Tamonius did. While Katarius had whores, the guards there policed the streets better, making sure the women who charged were corralled into taverns or brothels, not left to wander the streets aimlessly for any and all to see. So far Kritan had lost count of the number of women he’d seen since entering the walls of Vesta who were selling their bodies for a few measly coins or even stale bread.
Such a state of things. And the Tamoni thought they were so superior to the six occupied countries on their home planet.
Kritan walked with his head up, moving with purpose, though he was not yet sure of where he needed to be. His informant had spoken of a tavern four roads within the gates of Vesta. As Kritan walked the length of the fourth row, he could count at least five taverns directly around him, each filthier than the last.
Unease settled over him. He had known this would be a fool’s mission. One he should not have undertaken himself, but he’d had no choice. He had to find his brother. He had to make amends, and he would walk through the cesspool called Vesta a thousand times over if he thought it would give him a chance to make things right. Banishing Jaelyn all those years ago had been a mistake. One he’d lived with for nearly two decades. Lies and a woman—a woman Kritan had believed meant more to him than she did—had fostered an environment that left him speaking words he could not take back, and sending his brother far from home. So long had gone by with no word on his brother’s whereabouts, that when a missive arrived telling a tall tale—one that spoke of Jaelyn not only being alive but in grave danger, so much so that his brother was suddenly on borrowed time, Kritan could not stop himself. He’d mounted a steed and set forth on a quest to find the man—to hell with the cost. Regardless that he had men to do such things for him. That, as King of Katarius, rushing alone into the kingdom of Tamonius was not simply reckless, it was suicide. This was his brother and he would right the wrong he’d committed long ago.
“You look like you like it rough,” a whore said, cupping her unimpressive breasts as she wiggled for him. It was clear to see the woman had serviced many cocks in her days and life had not been kind to her.
Her friend and fellow whore slinked her arms over the woman’s shoulders and flicked her tongue, as if being offered a threesome would create a more appealing sight for him to behold. Kritan was no stranger to threesomes, foursomes and more. But he would never soil himself with the likes of these women. All the face paint in the kingdom could not hide the signs of disease on their skin, and the reek of strong spirits they’d been drinking could not mask the fact they had not bathed in months. Maybe more. Both looked heavily used and past their prime. Neither motivated his cock.
He had been too long between fucks and should have felt his beast stirring, wanting release. As a Katarian male shifter he was immune to the diseases that plagued the non-shifters—sexual or not. Though dirty whores never tempted him. He had certain standards, ones belonging to a king. There were many women who begged to be at his service within his castle, ready to ease his cock should he but click his fingers. All were screened by him before being granted such a coveted position. And sometimes, when he felt randy, he would sneak away to the buttery with a serving wench or two.
Regardless how long it had been since he’d fucked, his focus remained firm—find his brother.
Find Jaelyn.
Nothing else mattered.
“Perhaps he doesn’t like cunt,” stated the taller whore with an ungodly cackle.
Her friend grabbed a third female, this one smaller, and thrust her at him. “You like your cunt young? You can take her and pretend she’s your—”
Grunting, Kritan held up a hand, stopping the crass woman from going on. The girl could not have seen more than seventeen summers. Reaching under his cloak, he found his coin purse and withdrew a gold coin. He flicked it to the oldest of the women and leveled his hard gaze upon her. The beast pulsed in him, wanting free, wanting to silence the older woman.
The young girl was but a child in his eyes and that of the beast, and both believed children should be cherished and protected, not sold to whomever could pay. He knew his dark eyes now danced with icy-blue flecks and he knew what a show of power such a thing presented to the lowborns. “Take this child from the streets. Feed her. See she sleeps in a proper bed without a man sharing it, and if I see her upon these streets again, or hear of your whoring her out again, I will take your head from your neck. Am I clear?”
The woman clutched the gold coin and nodded, backing away from him. “The devil is in his eyes,” she whispered.
Her accomplice gasped. “His eyes reflect the light. Like an animal!”
The young girl was the only one who didn’t look scared of him. He supposed he was one of only a few men to turn down the offer of time with her, and he guessed she held no desire to be part of the life that had damaged her acquaintances. She didn’t move as she stared up at him with a faint smile touching her lips. “Thank you, sir.”
With a nod, he left them as they hurried away. He knew he’d put enough fear into the older two that for at least a few nights they’d keep the younger woman off the streets. Such was the way of things in Vesta. If it were under his rule, so much would change.
So much depravity would never have been permitted.
He was not a cruel leader. He did not rule through fear, but he did rule all the same. He was respected, and while he understood there were certain elements of society that would never change, he did what he could to control it by whatever means necessary.
Vesta had strayed from the path centuries before Kritan’s birth. Stories told of it once being a great city full of knowledge, arts and technologies. That was long ago. A time nearly forgotten. He did not know what had prompted its downfall, but it was evident it had indeed fallen. He wasn’t sure it could be saved or if the inhabitants even wanted the help.
A street peddler approached, his cart of wares jingling as he walked. The end of the street looked as though it might still be used as a market. Though, to sell what, Kritan wasn’t sure. No reputable person of Tamonius would be caught dead in this section of the city—that is, if reputable persons even existed anymore in the kingdom. He was fast beginning to doubt any did.
The cloaked man, pushing the vendor cart, smelled of mortality and sickness. Dirt clung to his cloak, coating the lower portion the most, as if he’d walked through his fair share of slop. The man slowed his pace as he neared Kritan. “What have you?” the man asked. “Got me a bit of anythin’ you might be wantin’, sir.”
Kritan tried to ignore him, but the man lifted his arms, causing Kritan’s hand to go to the hilt of his sword. The man stared out from one good eye, the other a mass of scars and what looked to be old burns. “None of that now, boy.”
Boy?
Kritan held his tongue. He was far older than this man. He was older than most.
“I’ve the finest goods you’ll find this part of Vesta,” the vendor said, motioning to his street cart. “If you’re into the finer things, which I can tell you are, I’ve decommissioned pieces. The kind others can’t come by. It’s my specialty.”
Alarm raced through Kritan. Most technologies had been banned centuries ago. To be caught with pieces that weren’t fully decommissioned could mean prison. He did not need to be detained now because some street vendor wanted to turn a profit.
Upon closer look, he could see glimpses of old objects once used during the Age of Space Travel. An age that had left the people of Panucia with too much power and too little self-restraint. It was before Kritan’s time, but he’d heard enough stories from his father to know it was a time best left alone.
“Be gone, old man,” Kritan said sternly. “I want nothing to do with what you sell.”
He did not need guards poking around, and the vendor was sure to bring them about. The old man shrugged and turned, pushing his cart and mumbling as he went. “Youngin’ think they know the way of things. They know nothing.”
Light shone from the tavern nearest Kritan. He pushed the thin, worn material to the side in the entranceway and entered. A serving wench nearly plowed into him, her hands full with a tray of mead. She scoffed at him and then carried on with her duties, placing full mugs of ale before already-drunken patrons.
Someone played a flute to the right and the sound was nearly drowned out by the volume of the locals. Kritan’s nostrils flared as the smell of sex washed over him. Sweat. Dirt. Cunt. Cum. Piss and shit.
He stiffened, fighting the urge to lose his lunch.
Filthy heathens.
His gaze moved to the barkeep and then around the room. He looked for a man with a gold wolf brooch. That was what his informant would be wearing. Something the Tamoni wouldn’t normally be caught in. They disliked the beasts from the Northeast greatly. The feeling was mutual. The Katarian held no love for the Tamoni. Kritan knew there was no love lost between Tamonius and the other occupied countries on Panucia. The Vamone’s hatred of the Tamoni made the Katarian’s thoughts on them look downright loving.
No fault could be placed on the Vamone. Tamonius continued to launch raids against them, stealing their women and taking slave labor.
Kritan would not be here if it was not for his brother. The thought kept him centered and focused.
Several of the men looked towards him. Some wore the colors of the Tamoni army—mercenaries who once had order and training behind them but who now worked for senators as guards and hired thugs. Others looked to be civilians out for a good time. As a full-figured woman lifted her tunic high, exposing her sex, two men shoved her back onto a tabletop.
“That’s right, men, step up if you think you’ve got what it takes to impress me,” she said, her accent heavy. She lacked front teeth and had at least a week’s worth of grime upon her face and arms. The men did not seem to care. “I will be the judge of whose cock is bigger. Stick them in me. I’ll test them just right.”
Men lined up and Kritan held his tongue, glancing around, looking for a man with a gold brooch as the woman permitted man after man to take his turn with her. She lay there laughing, sticking her tongue out and pushing several men away by their foreheads so that another could join in the fun. The entire ordeal was revolting. Kritan would never understand the ways or thoughts of the Tamoni.
He exited the establishment, pleased to be free of the scents within. Being one with a beast, and being able to smell things others outside of his kind could not, often left him sensitive to odors. Sounds and light as well. Vesta was full of everything but light. He had yet to see it during the daytime, but he half wondered if the sun’s rays could not penetrate through the horrors of Vesta.
His soft boots crunched the gravel mix beneath his feet. He made his way to the next tavern. He slowed his pace as two men stumbled from the entrance.
“You should see the fine piece of cunt I just fucked,” one said, swaying to the left and then so far to the right Kritan assumed he’d fall over. Somehow he managed to stay upright.
His companion smiled wide, showing off rotted teeth. “Like virgin cunt. Tight. Tender body.”
The other nodded. “She was the best I’ve ever seen. Nothing like chained cunts to satisfy a man and his needs. Three of ’em in there. Sisters. Fine fucks. You can stick your prick in them anywhere you want, as much as you want so long as you buy yourself a drink first.”
Chained women?
“Looked like three virgins of loveliness,” said the swaying man.
“But the way their pussies milked my cock says they’ve known much dick,” the other added. “Just as a woman should.”
Kritan’s temper rose, at odds with his need to find Jaelyn and his need to smash in the faces of these lowborns. He couldn’t in good conscience allow three women to be chained sex slaves.
One of the men clasped his hand on Kritan’s shoulder. “Try their asses too.”
Kritan shrugged the man off and entered the tavern. He was struck instantly with the scent of rotting flesh—corpses. He stilled, wondering why they would keep the long dead among the living. Vesta continued to surprise him when he thought himself a worldly man.
The patrons were rowdy, all gathered around, forming a circle with an open center. Kritan spotted chains hooked to the ceiling. As the crowd parted slightly, he expected to see the three bound young women. What he saw shocked his senses. He was wrong. The smell wasn’t from corpses. Three old hags were naked and bound, each grinning wider than the next as they performed various sex acts upon the patrons.
They were old—very old—from before the height of Panucia’s Age of Space Travel. They smelled of death and magik. As Kritan caught sight of one of their inner arms, he spotted the witch’s mark. He knew then what they were. Fornication Hags. It made sense. They were thought to be extinct, having last been seen in the Valley of the Dead some eight centuries ago. Kritan had thought the rumors of their abilities to wield glamour to be greatly exaggerated. How could these men not see what was before them? How could they not see that what they were so eager to stick their pricks into was a hag as old as time? It was clear by the drunken taunts from the crowd that the lowborn, non-magiks clamoring for a chance to stick their cocks in the cackling hags did not see what was truly there. The fables of the Fornication Hags had not done them justice.
It was said those without magik or with limited magik would look upon them and see them as virginal young women, flawless and highly sexual. In reality, they were ancient and fed off sex and lust. Each man who dared to thrust their cock inside them ran the risk of becoming part of their thrall—to be called upon by them at a later date, forced to serve their every whim. At this rate the three would have the whole of the Vesta tavern district enthralled by the end of the month.
One of the hags was on her hands and knees before a man who wore a high-end tunic—a sign the highborns without magik were not immune to the hags’ charms either. The man’s cock was deep in her mouth and he looked swept up in the act.
The men around the one getting his cock sucked cheered and lifted their mugs of mead into the air. “Finish with her, I want a turn.”
“Fi-ll her belly w-with your seed,” another said, his speech slightly slurred as if he’d had too much drink.
The ignorant fools had no idea what was truly before them. What they were giving away for a chance at perceived bliss.
Their souls.
The hag nearest Kritan paused, her gaze moving to him. A sickening smile danced upon her face. She winked and then brought her index finger to her lips. “Shhh.”
A nod was all he offered. He held no love for the locals and it was evident they were not worth his pity or intervention. The hags could keep their secret. What did he care if they took over the entire city? Would anyone notice? Could it be any worse than it was? He had a mission and they were not part of it. Besides, they had to be doing something with the power they collected from the sexual encounters. He didn’t want to become the target for it.
Movement from the corner of the tavern caught Kritan’s attention. A man with a brown cloak stood there. A gold wolf pin was fastened to the cloak. A sense of relief washed over Kritan. He would not be forced to endure any more taverns on his hunt for his informant. He had found him. His contact motioned for Kritan to follow him as he pushed back a worn, red cloth that hung in a darkened doorway.
All of Kritan’s senses lit, on the ready in case it was a trap. He walked past the three hags. One touched his leg. “Sire, let us please you. It has been so long since we serviced one of your kind.”
He resisted the urge to jerk back from her touch, instead schooling his face. He didn’t need them sending their thralls after him because he’d injured their pride. “I am on a quest. Perhaps after.”
More like never. No amount of ale or spirits would make them appear as anything more than they were and he did not want to have to chew off his own arm to escape them come morning.
More like I’d have to burn off my own cock should it happen into one of them.
She released him, content with his response.
Stepping past the material, Kritan took a deep breath. Sex. The scent was everywhere. He couldn’t escape it. Small oil lamps hung from the corridor’s ceiling, providing very little in the way of light. As a Katarian, he required little to be able to see. He suspected the lighting was as such so those passing within the hall would not easily recognize one another. If he was right, this tavern was much more than a place to drink and eat. It was a Den of Debauchery—where one could come to get their every sexual desire fulfilled, no matter how perverse. And it was more than likely run by someone with great magik. It would explain the Fornication Hags and the overwhelming sense of desire that seemed to float through the air.
There was a flicker from the far right and then the scent of something he could not believe would be happening so brazenly and in the open. Sex acts were one thing, but to use forbidden technologies was another. Kritan watched in stunned surprise as a holographic image of a woman sputtered in and out of focus. She was nude and squeezing her ample breasts while she darted her tongue in and out over her lower lip.
The entire ordeal might have looked erotic and enticing had the technology been in proper working order.
“Drink up,” she said, the sound quality dismal, probably from the age of the technology and neglect. The patrons raised their mugs and shouted for refills, all while continuing to fuck or watch others fuck the Fornication Hags.
What a hole in the ground.
Vesta was notorious for Dens of Debauchery. As was the whole of Tamonius. His kingdom was not without its establishments of ill repute, but it did not flaunt them the way Tamonius did. Higher-end dens in his kingdom were regulated and taxed. The business was profitable and in the end the regulations meant the women were clean and disease-free and well treated by the den owners and operators.
The scent of fresh blood came over Kritan, drawing him from his thoughts of home. He paused, the wolf within wanting to know more. Blood excited the animal. Always had and always would. Kritan pushed one of the curtains aside and spotted a peasant girl astride a man, a knife in her hand as she pulled it down his chest deep enough to draw blood, but not enough to cause real injury. The man’s eyes were closed as he thrust up into her cunt. He enjoyed the pain, the blood.
Kritan could not walk away from the sight of the act. On some level he enjoyed the show. The beast in him longed for the freedom to draw blood during sex. The man in him, while repulsed at the idea of causing his lover that type of pain, was curious as well. He was so caught up in the scene before him that he didn’t sense the men gathering around him until it was far too late. He knew then the blood sex act had been staged. It had been there to confuse his senses. To mask what he now smelled clearly.
Guards.
And they had come in numbers he could not win against.
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Excerpt: Space Pirates Bounty
Excerpt for Space Pirates’ Bounty by Reagan Hawk available at Amazon.com
Must be 18 years or older to read
Chapter One
In orbit off Planet Emperius Romanius (Emprom)
Captain Raider of Teranasnu stared at the viewing screen of his ship, the Gallant. Planet Emprom was in sight. A swirl of browns, tans, reds and blues, it was quite a vision to behold if one didn’t realize the atrocities that took place upon its surface. He’d been planet-side on Emprom more than once, and each time it had turned his stomach. There was a vast class separation. You were either rich or you were poor. You were either free born or a slave.
Ever since his first visit to Emprom, he’d been working on a plan to add to his wealth. He was an opportunist, and that didn’t always go hand in hand with his morals—despite how loose they tended to be.
The only way he could get back at the universal system—a system under which he’d been born noble, yet suffered greatly at the hands of those wanting more power, more wealth—was to do what he did best. Steal. He didn’t keep all the bounty for himself—though more than enough to be comfortable. But he was generous with those in need. Those who were born with notes of ownership and debt over their heads before they’d barely drawn in breath. The universe was hardly fair, and while one man could not change the minds of everyone, he could change the minds of a few—enough to help make a difference in at least some people’s lives.
They’d land on Emprom within the hour and then their plan would begin.
“Captain, you sure you’re up for this?” Galwin asked. The man was a master of anything mechanical. He could fix the Gallant in deep space with two pieces of adhesive material and a prayer.
Raider had seen it done before and still wasn’t sure how it was they’d made it to a safe port for repairs. By rights they should have been space dust. Whatever Galwin did had held, and that was merely one of the many fixes he’d done to the ship over the years he’d been part of its crew.
Galwin’s size often intimidated others. At just shy of seven feet, he was imposing. He and his twin brother Ewan, who were matched in every way except personality, often made Raider feel short. Since Raider stood six and a half feet tall, that was a feat indeed.
Every bit capable and able to kill a man, Galwin didn’t walk around with a chip on his shoulder. If anything, he seemed to go out of his way to mediate peace whenever possible. And though he didn’t like violence, he was capable of it when the need arose. Raider knew the man’s past and knew why he disliked having to resort to violence.
He couldn’t blame him. He offered a sideways smile at his friend. “Ever known me to miss out on a challenge?”
Galwin laughed. “No, sir.”
Ewan entered the flight deck. His long, dark brown hair that he normally wore tied at the nape of his neck hung free today. His gaze, so dark it often appeared obsidian, flickered over Raider, lowered to his groin, and then back up again.
Heat washed over Raider. He knew the thoughts running through his second–in-command’s head. Knew Ewan was thinking upon last night. The sexual tension that had ridden the air between them. It had been two weeks since they’d last shared a bed. Two weeks since they’d taken solace in one another’s bodies. Two weeks since they’d arrived at an understanding. The time had come for them to move forward with their lives, start families, take the next steps, yet Raider suspected neither was fully ready to do so. Ewan had a crazy notion they could do this together—that they’d find one woman who would want them both and who would want to be mother to both their children, living as one family unit—a union of three.
Raider seriously doubted that would come to be.
“Get in, get the gold, get out,” said Ewan as he neared Raider. “Emprom is backward, and staying too long will leave you nailed to a cross.”
It was well known throughout the galaxies that Emprom had unique ways of dealing with their unwanted and unsavory elements. Their love of public crucifixions wasn’t exaggerated.
“At least I’ll keep my hands if I’m caught,” Raider said, his attempt at humor falling flat. “Unlike what Planet Tresilian would do to a thief.”
Galwin laughed. Ewan didn’t. Instead, Ewan sat in the co-pilot’s seat. “Send one of us. Stay. This is a fool’s errand and you well know it. This Ahenobarbus tale is most likely a trap. No man is that rich on Emprom without being a bloodthirsty tyrant—one who will see a plan such as this coming a light-year away.”
Galwin snorted. “Emprom is full of wealthy, glutinous pigs. Let us pray they are too busy counting their gold to take note of us and this scheme.”
“I pray the tides turn upon them,” Ewan said, disgust in his voice.
Raider reached over and touched Ewan’s armrest. He met his longtime friend’s gaze. “Your distaste of nobles and the rich is noted.”
“You know what I mean,” Ewan muttered, refusing to look at him. “We have more than enough credits and gold as is. Let this one pass. Emprom’s riches are not worth your life.”
“Two weeks and it is done,” Raider stated clearly. “I’ll get in, be hired on and learn all I can about his guard detail, then empty his coffers. We are richer, he is poorer, and we can funnel the money to those on the Waysoni Moon who need it more.”
Ewan snorted. “And you’re sure this background your contact gave you will hold? What if this Ahenobarbus looks too deep into your invented history and backstory? What then? Think it will be too difficult for him to find out you are not Emprom born? That you have never actually served in Emprom’s military or ever worked for anyone in Emprom, let alone high-borns?”
With an amused shrug, Raider smiled. “If the fake papers do not work, then I fight my way clear and leave with his head on the end of my sword.”
Galwin lifted his fist in the air. “May the gods deem it so!”
Ewan cracked a half smile, his hand moving over Raider’s. The men shared a look, one that spoke volumes without any actual words being said. They were friends, yet something more hung in the air between them.
Baton, the only member of the crew from Earth, entered the flight deck and glanced around. “Are we discussing leave time? My dick needs tended to and Emprom is full of whorehouses that would handle that very thing and more. I’ll even pay extra for a pretty one.”
Galwin laughed harder. “Learned your lesson after the last one, huh?”
Baton grabbed his clothed crotch. “The injections to cure the ailment that hussy gave me were not worth the five minutes with her.”
All the men laughed.
“I told you to avoid the ones who discount to near free,” Ewan said cheerfully. “The coin is well spent in certain areas and sex is one of them. Do not skimp or your cock could fall off. Plus, the prices the medical stations around this galaxy charge are far, far more than what the high-end whores ask for.”
“Take leave while I am there,” Raider said to his men. “Tell the others they can as well. Have them drink and fuck their fill, then be ready for me in two weeks’ time.”
“What of your needs?” Ewan demanded, his mouth downturned, his posture rigid. The jovial mood among the crew ended quickly. “Going to see to those as well?”
“Oh shit,” said Galwin before he and Baton moved towards the back of the flight deck, growing quiet. They busied themselves with work that had already been done. Raider knew it was to give him and Ewan alone time.
Raider shifted uncomfortably in the captain’s chair. He wasn’t one to back down from anything, but in this moment he felt guilt deep into his soul. He couldn’t give Ewan what he sought. Raider wanted more. He craved women like the air he breathed. He could not give them up and he strongly suspected that Ewan couldn’t either. That what had happened between them, while certainly pleasing, was not something that would fulfill them for the remainder of their lives. “I require things too. My cock is heavy with the need for release.”
“And you will find a whore to ease the pain?” asked Ewan, his jaw hard and his mouth pinched. Contempt rolled off him in waves.
“If time permits, yes.”
Ewan jerked as if he’d been burned. “I see.”
“Ewan.”
He put a hand up. “No. If this is to be the way of it, then so be it.”
Raider disliked arguing with Ewan. He knew it was Ewan’s nature to lash out in anger first and think harder upon things later. Knowing and accepting it were two different things. Raider was a thinker. In fact he was inclined to overthink just about everything he did. And he wasn’t known to fly off the handle in fits of rage. He tended to keep a level head about him and find humor in most things.
Life had placed him in a privileged circumstance that should have been ideal. Born to nobles. A lord of his own lands. Yet life had thrown him a loop. His parents had been murdered by someone they trusted all because that person wanted more money, more power, more lands. Raider had sworn vengeance that day, not just against his parents’ murderer, but against all who allowed power to corrupt them.
http://www.ravenhappyhour.com/Space_Pirates_Bounty.html
April 24, 2013
Freaky, erm, Wed, Facebook Switch!
Author Yasmine Galenorn and I have swapped facebook pages for the day. I’ll be picking random winners from those who comment on the post swaps.
My post on Yasmine’s Facebook page
Yasmine’s Post on my Facebook page.
April 22, 2013
JUST RELEASED! Space Pirates Bounty (Strength in Numbers II)
Space Pirates Bounty (Strength in Numbers II) by Reagan Hawk (aka Mandy Roth)
M/F/M and M/M/F Threesome Erotic Sci-fi Alien Romance
Book Two in the Strength in Numbers Series
Scheduled to become head concubine for a sadistic master, Lucia longs to be taken from her life. Born a slave, she believes she will die without ever knowing passion or love. Resigned to a life of cruelty, she never dreamed to find herself sailing the stars and sandwiched between two alpha males, each willing to die to protect her and each willing to see to her every sexual desire.
Raider, a Robin Hood of the future and a legend among thieves and space pirates, has amassed a fortune for himself and his crew. Seeking something more daring, he poses as a guard for hire and takes a position within a nobleman’s household with an elaborate plan to claim the man’s riches for himself. He finds himself less concerned about money and more captivated by Lucia–a most alluring bounty. His lust for her is dangerous and could leave them both with a death sentence. He doesn’t care. He wants her and he’ll stop at nothing to have her, to possess her, even if it means stealing her instead of gold.
Warning: Short story contains MMF/MFM (oh, who are we kidding, just about everything and everyone joins in the fun) graphic language, ménage and more, kinky alien sex, extreme alpha males, and pretty much anything else you can think to toss in for sexy fun.
Additional Book Information
Amazon ASIN: B00BL1CVR2
Ebook ISBN: 978-1-62501-019-3
Release Date: April 2013
Heat Rating: 5/5
Soft release on Amazon Only. (Available at all vendors end of May)
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I love writing books that are erotic and I love reading them. Please help me “fight the advertising powers that be” by promoting my upcoming A King’s Ransom (Masters of Pleasure) by Reagan Hawk release.
Release Date: May 21, 2013
M/F with MFM scene. Is futuristic fantasy with paranormal elements.
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Sci-Fi Fantasy Paranormal Erotic Romance
Novel
On a quest to find his brother, King Kritan of Katarian on the planet of Panucia finds himself ambushed, beaten, tortured and then sold to fight in the arena games. The people of Tamonius–his rival kingdom–condone slavery, take public sex to new lows and try to turn a profit off anything they can. Nothing can change his hatred for everything Tamonius… that is until he meets the most breathtakingly beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes upon. Surina of the House of Argyros, daughter to a powerful senator stirs the beast within him, making it want to lay claim to her as badly as the man does.
Free or not, Kritan is a master of seduction and has selected Surina as his newest prey. But this virginal beauty has secrets of her own–ones that change everything. And destiny just might have the last laugh.
Warning: Novel contains graphic violence, explicit sex, MF and MFM scenes, forced seduction, raw and gritty scenes of a society without order, sex scenes that may be offense to some, an alpha male shifter king who sees what he wants and goes for it, all else be damned, a head guard who has many secrets but shares a passion for the heroine and a virginal heroine who has longed to be taken rough and claimed fully by a man. This novel is not for everyone or the faint of heart. This novel contains adult content and is intended for mature audiences only. Must be 18 years or older to read.
As a thank you to those who help me spread the word about this book, I’m giving away three signed print PROOFS of A King’s Ransom (Masters of Pleasure) by Reagan Hawk. How are you entered? Simple, post and let me know with links where you’ve shared news about this upcoming release. Contest closes May 15th!
April 20, 2013
Readers, I need your help!
My sales for March and April have fallen and there doesn’t seem to be a pick me up in sight. With Mr Mandy still without a job I’ve dumped in all I can into advertising and, of course, I’m beyond worried about my sales. (Also, some of the advertising I was banking on was yanked because of the erotic content of my books–not kidding!) Instead of continuing to stress past the point of belief, I decided I’d be open and honest with all of you and ask for your help in promoting my books, telling others about them, buying ones that you might want to read, giving honest reviews and so forth.
Here are my pen names and links to Raven Books Author Pages for each:
Mandy M Roth Books
http://www.ravenhappyhour.com/Mandy_M_Roth_Books.html
Reagan Hawk Books
http://www.ravenhappyhour.com/Reagan_Hawk_Books.html
Rory Michael Books
http://www.ravenhappyhour.com/Rory_Michaels_Books.html
Kennedy Kovit Books
http://www.ravenhappyhour.com/Kennedy_Kovit_Books.html
Thank you all so much for you help and your support!
Mandy (an erotic romance author who isn’t ashamed of the fact she writes books with sex in them)
April 17, 2013
Raven Author Excerpt: The Barbarian Prince by Michelle M Pillow
Dragon Lords 1: The Barbarian Prince by Michelle M. Pillow
This might be my second book published, but it is really the one that had defined my career. It is the start of a multi-book series that keeps growing even nearly 10 years later–Dragon Lords. The series has spun off into many directions including the series: Lords of the Var, Space Lords, Zhang Dynasty, and Galaxy Playmates (all with several books in each installment) and it’s far from done. Dragon Lords 6: The Stubborn Lord releases 2013 in ebook and print.
If you’re new to my work, this series is by far a reader favorite. And, since I love reading things in order, instead of excerpting book 6, I’ll start you off with book 1.
Dragon Lords 1: The Barbarian Prince
Futuristic Romance
Breaking up was never so hard…
Going undercover at Galaxy Brides as one of the prospective mates to these Viking-like barbarians, Morrigan has no intention of getting chosen to stay. But when Ualan of the Draig picks her to be his wife with the aid of his mystically glowing crystal, it is all she can do to say no.
Waking up from a drug-induced night of torturous and unfulfilling pleasures, Morrigan discovers her spaceship has left without her and Ualan is claiming she is his wife. It’s not exactly the story this reporter had in mind. And to make matters worse, Ualan refuses to take no for an answer.
Being cursed by the Gods was never so frustrating…
Prince Ualan is like all others of his race on the male dominated planet of Qurilixen. He is raised to trust the mystic powers around him and when it comes time to marry, he is ready to follow those powers to choose his life mate. When the stubborn, yet achingly beautiful, Morrigan refuses to accept their shared fate and his supreme authority over her, it is all he can do not to break her lovely neck.
Rating: Contains graphic sexual content, adult language, and violence.
Chapter One EXCERPT
Must be 18 years and older to read. If not, please stop reading.
Chapter One
Wanted: Galaxy Brides Corporation seeking 46 fertile, able-bodied Earth females of early childbearing years and A5+ health status for marriage to strong, healthy Qurilixian males at their annual Breeding Festival. Possibility of royal attendance. Must be eager bed-partners, hard workers. Virginity a plus. Apply with A5 health documents, travel papers, and IQ screen to: Galaxy Brides, Phantom Level 6, X Quadrant, Earthbase 5792461.
The idea had been simple. Uncover illegal virgin trading practices by Galaxy Brides. For years it had been rumored that Galaxy Brides used outlawed medic units to restore women’s virginity. Virgins meant more trade with the numerous barbaric, male-populated, humanoid planets eager for fresh, young Earth brides. If the story broke, it would be huge. It was just the sort of thing to make a star reporter’s career. It was just the thing to bring down evil breeding corporations that sold women to the highest bidder.
Morrigan Blake was just such a reporter–or so she thought. However, the medic units where such procedures took place were nearly impossible to find since they looked like any other medic unit. It would take a series of diagnostic tests to reveal the chip sequencing necessary for virginity replacement. She would just have to get the women to talk to her, which hadn’t been easy either. The brides were being compensated well for their participation.
All right, thought Morrigan wryly, as she stared absently at her bare feet in the pedicure basin. Breeding corporations aren’t exactly evil and virginity replacement isn’t illegal in all quadrants.
The small metallic hands of the beauty droid worked frantically at her toes, as another pulled her dark hair into a traditional Qurilixian upsweep. Curls were left to hang down her back in long, thick waves. The droid had used a hair extender to get her normally short locks to grow. The weight was heavy on her neck and hard to get used to.
Morrigan was in the spaceship’s expansive beauty parlor with the rest of the prospective brides getting ready for the official docking later that evening. They had spent the last month being pampered and primped for tonight. Looking down at her legs, Morrigan gave a half smile. If nothing else, the trip had given her a lot of free benefits–permanent hair removal, a body enhancing lift, and time to contemplate the perfect color for her toenails.
Galaxy Red number one or Galaxy Red number two? Okay, she was definitely getting bored.
According to her editor, she was to do a soft, romantic piece on the four Qurilixian Princes and their possible attendance at the festival. It had been sixty years since royalty attended a festival in search of a bride, and women on earth were always eager to devour details of far off royal romances and intrigue.
The last piece she did on the Lophibian royal wedding had boosted newspaper chip sales nearly forty percent and the Lophibian were a slime-dwelling species covered in scales. She had spent four months in the swamplands covered in bluish-green goo. Though the tinting effect it had on her hair had been lovely, Morrigan would not relive that trip for the world.
This was definitely a better assignment. If she could uncover a scandal and interview at least one of the four Princes, she could get two stories from one trip. Not to mention, she would be in for a huge promotion and pay raise. Plus, it did help that the men were rumored to be healthy, virile specimens and would photograph particularly well. Cute men sold chips.
It wouldn’t be easy. There were no known pictures of the men on file and they were notorious for not giving interviews, especially about their private festivals. Oh, if she could pull this off! Maybe then she could get that vacation back to her own apartment she so badly deserved. She wondered if she remembered where exactly her apartment was.
“What about you, Rigan? Have you finished your Qurilixian etiquette uploads?” asked a nearby woman from her beauty seat. Her voice was soft and polite, matching her kind blue eyes. Her light brown hair whirled around her head in a frenzy caused by six robot hands. She was very careful not to move.
Morrigan turned at the sound of her name and gave Nadja a light smile. No one on the ship knew who she really was. They all thought her to be another excited bride in search of virile, warrior males Qurilixen was rumored to produce. To be chosen was an honor, or so the other women claimed. Morrigan’s thoughts, on the other hand, went to a meat market, and they were the prime cut.
“Didn’t you know?” laughed Gena next to Nadja. Her red hair was finished and her beauty droid was placing the customary short veil over the curly auburn locks. “Rigan finished her Qurilixian uploads first. It would seem she is most eager to please her new husband.”
“Or to be pleased by him,” added someone from across the circular room.
Morrigan closed her eyes, ignoring the abrasive women. Honestly, she didn’t understand them. Sure, some of them were nice enough and even seemed intelligent and from a well educated background– like the softly spoken Nadja. But why in the galaxy someone would subject themselves to this trade was beyond her.
Being alone wasn’t so bad. She had no one to answer to, except her boss, Gus. He never bothered her unless she was late with a story. She called her own shots, made her own deals. She never had to bother with a guy looking over her shoulder asking when she would be back from her assignment. Or deal with the jealousy that would inevitably come from a mission like this.
Though, mused Morrigan, forever trying to see all sides of a story though she wasn’t always successful in doing so, it would be nice to have someone to talk to on late nights. Someone to rub my feet when they are sore. Someone to … She smiled. Hey, I’ll just take this beauty droid home with me.
“I wish I could be so ambitious. I’m afraid I didn’t watch a single one of those boring uploads.”
Morrigan couldn’t tell who was talking since her eyes were closed. She hoped the others would think she napped so she didn’t have to join in the nervous banter. She was afraid her excitement would be transparent. She was, after all, close to a big paycheck.
Morrigan had spent most of the first week on the ship’s computer uploading Qurilixen facts into her brain. The rush of information had given her a wicked migraine, but it was well worth it since it freed up the rest of the trip for work. Already she had written, and transmitted, the beginning of her soft romance piece.
For weeks, her head had swum with too many of the planet’s facts. It was on the outer edge of the Y quadrant, inhabited by primitive males similar to Viking clans of Medieval Earth. The Qurilixian worshipped many Gods, favored natural comforts to modern technical conveniences, and actually preferred to cook their own food without the aid of a simulator. They were classified as a warrior class, though they had been peaceful for nearly a century–aside from petty territorial skirmishes that broke out every fifteen or so years between a few of the rival houses.
The information she hadn’t uploaded was mostly concerned with the wedding ceremony itself and a bit about the culture and law. She doubted the wedding was any different from the other formal ceremonies on the planet. Morrigan didn’t plan on getting married while she was there, but hopefully she could see a ceremony and get some pictures. Whatever tidbits she couldn’t pick up along the way, she could upload into her brain on the trip home.
Morrigan smiled wryly to herself. She was definitely going to be one of the ‘unlucky’ losers who got a free trip back. Hadn’t the corporation already warned that not all the brides would be chosen?
“I tried on my gown this afternoon,” said Gena, unintentionally breaking into Morrigan’s thoughts. She pushed up her generous chest beneath the robe. “They are gorgeous, but I think I am going to go get my breasts enhanced again–just a little bigger–and I’m going to have my nipples enlarged. Those Princes won’t be able to resist me. Maybe I’ll marry all four of them, just for fun.”
“How will you know who the Princes are?” asked a blonde from across the room. Morrigan buried her laugh behind her folded hand at the cynical words, recognizing Pia. Now, strangely, this seemed to be a woman who shared her uninterested views on marriage. “I’ve heard that all the men wear disguises. You could end up with a royal guard.”
“Or a gardener,” offered a brunette with a laugh.
“I hear they wear practically nothing at all,” added a woman with flaming red hair and sparkling green eyes the color of emeralds. “Except the mask and some fur.”
“You can’t miss royalty,” Gena said boldly with a kittenish smile of excitement. “You’ll see it in the way they move.”
Morrigan stood as her droid finished. She looked down at her own enhanced breasts showing from the gap in her white robe. They were a size larger than she was used to. It had been part of the company’s complimentary beauty enhancement services for their part in the trip. They were real, just genetically altered for perfection. At first, she didn’t like them. But, as she got used to the weight, she found they actually filled in her clothing quite nicely. She just hoped none of the men back at the office took too much notice.
Their spacecraft was outfitted with the best accommodations and services the star system had to offer. Personal droids were assigned to each passenger, and cooking units in each of their quarters could materialize almost any culinary delight, without straying from the strict mineral diets the corporation had them on. Even the doctor was mechanical.
The only company the women had been allowed the last month of travel had been each other. They were quarantined, to insure nothing unseemly happened, in what was affectionately referred to as the harem. The only communication with the ship’s crew was by video relay. The brides were valuable merchandise. The quarantine had provided for a very anxious, catlike atmosphere between the competing women. Morrigan frowned. She was in apparent need of some company with testosterone.
As the other droids finished, the prospective brides began to slowly make their way back to their personal quarters to dress. Nervous excitement infectiously buzzed through the air as they tried their best to look unconcerned. Ignoring them all, Morrigan slipped her ID card from her pocket and slid it past the laser sensor to open her door.
Once alone, she sighed as she made her way past the array of machines and blinking sensors that illuminated different parts of the room as her presence registered. With a small, absentminded command from Morrigan, music played softly in the background. She retrieved a glass of scotch from the simulator, her customary drink before landing on a new planet. It helped to steady her nerves and to keep her wits about her.
Slowly, she went to an oval window full of sparkling stars. In the distance she could see the reddish-brown surface of the small planet of Qurilixen. Lifting the glass to the orb, she muttered, “Cheers.”
She sighed at the burn as the drink slid down her throat. Then, reaching behind the curl of the window’s metal ledge, Morrigan pulled out a hidden container. She pushed the oval button on top, causing the lid to slide open.
Glancing around to make sure her droid was not in the room, she slid a clear recording disc onto her finger and stuck it into her eye. She blinked several times to get it into place before slipping a ring onto her pinkie finger. The sparkling emerald stone glittered in the mock firelight coming from the ship’s fake fireplace.
The journey was nearly over and no one had said anything about the virginity conspiracy. She hated to admit it, but there just might not be a story at all. The rumors were vague at best. But Morrigan knew from living with the other women for a month, just which ones would be experienced in the way of men. She would just have to wait for the marriages to be complete before seeing who was proclaimed pure. Then she would have her story and, hopefully, she would be able to prove it.
* * * *
The docking door of the ship hid the Qurilixian men from view, but the woman could hear the music and laughter just beyond the hatch. Dusk was setting on the normally sunny planet, marking the beginning of the one dark night of festival. Normally, a soft green haze of light plagued the planet’s surface.
Qurilixen had three suns–two yellow and one blue–and one moon, which made for a peculiarly bright planet. The green leaves of the planet’s foliage were overlarge due to the excessive heat and moisture they received. The trees towered high above the planet’s surface, like overgrown redwoods. Some of their trunks were as large around as the houses back on Earth.
The brides waited, single file, in the corridor leading out of the ship’s port. Their bodies were covered in the fine gauze and silk of the traditional Qurilixian gowns. The slinky material stirred against the skin when they moved, hugging tight over the hips and flaring out around the legs in thin strips. Soft silk shoes encased their feet.
Morrigan looked down over her nearly exposed body and gave a wry smile. Since this was undoubtedly a male planet, men had assuredly designed these outfits. The gowns fell low over the breasts to reveal a generous cleavage. A belt of sorts went across their backs. But, instead of looping in the front, they continued to the sides, holding the wrists low like silken chains, and winding half way up the arm to lock over the elbows. The women couldn’t lift their arms over their heads.
Qurilixian women were rare due to the blue radiation the planet suffered from. Over the generations it had altered the men’s genetics to produce only strong, large male, warrior heirs. Maybe once in a thousand births was a Qurilixian female born. In the old days, they had used portals to snatch brides from their homes, bringing them back to their planet. There were even rumors that their species originated on Earth, but there was no proof.
The fact that they had no women of their own was why the services of corporations like Galaxy Brides were so invaluable to them. In return, the Qurilixian would mine valuable metal that was only found in their caves. The metal was a great power source for long-voyaging starships, all but useless to the Qurilixian who preferred living as simply as possible. They were not known as explorers.
Sensing the line was about to move, Morrigan looked forward and pressed the emerald on her finger two times to take a quick picture of the waiting women for her article. The recorder in her eye blinked black, signifying it was working. Later, she would be able to download the images.
Outside the ship, she could see the soft glow of crackling firelight from a giant bonfire pit. The smell of burning wood mingled with nature’s exotic perfume. The Qurilixian moon overhead was large and bright, the biggest moon she had ever seen standing on a planet’s surface. The bonfire flames lapped at the starry night, sending sparks into the cool air. She could not see into the distance, she noticed, and only got a vague impression of a mountain.
Morrigan stepped forward and the cheers of rowdy men on the festival ground washed over her. Morrigan blushed despite herself, feeling almost naked in her ‘sacrificial’ attire.
The grounds were set up with large pyramid tents. Torches lit dim earthen pathways. Ribbons and banners floated on the breeze in many brilliant colors. Near the back, the married men sat in throne-like chairs with their wives firmly upon their laps. Morrigan was happy to discover that her information so far seemed correct. By their long hair and tunic style clothing, they appeared very much like the Vikings. The married women could be heard laughing as they watched the spectacle of those barbarians too young to participate in this year’s festival shout and pose for the prospective brides.
Morrigan swallowed nervously. Some of the women in front of her modeled before the watching crowd. She had the sudden urge to walk around them in an attempt to avoid the direct stage the docking platform had become. Dealing with slime-dwelling slugs was one thing–but humanoids? And not just any humanoids–strong, virile, women-starved, healthy, male humanoids. At the last minute, she remembered to snap a picture of the married couples and of the campgrounds.
“Oh, my!” exclaimed Gena in a breathless murmur, leaning forward to peer over Morrigan’s shoulder. “Do you see them, Rigan? With men like that, who cares if you marry the gardener?”
Morrigan followed the woman’s eyes, curiously looking down the docking plank to the ground. The bachelors, standing below them, were indeed handsome. Although those behind the men laughed and a few continued to pose their muscles, the true bachelors held perfectly still. Their bronzed bodies were like statues, with only their lungs expanding and contracting to show they lived.
Morrigan wanted to run back inside. Her feet refused to move. That was until Gena gave her an eager shove to get her descending down the plank.
The Qurilixian males were every inch the proud warrior class they were rumored to be, some even seemed to tower nearly seven feet tall in height. Fur loincloths wrapped around their fit waists to leave bare their muscular legs and chests. The fire glistened off their smooth, oiled skin. Golden bands of intricate design clasped around sinewy biceps. From their solid necks hung crystals bound with leather straps.
Morrigan’s heart began to pound, partly in fear and partly in excitement. The sexual tension on the ship had been potent for the last month. Until that moment, Morrigan had been able to resist its lurid pull. But there was something to being at the campground–something erotic in its smell of burning wood and its rustic, yet colorful, sights. Music played, primal and earthy in the background, hypnotic, enticing, gyrating in its rhythms.
Black leather masks covered the men’s faces, hiding them from forehead to upper lip. Their lustful eyes shone bright from the eye slits, like liquid metal, or was it her imagination? Morrigan didn’t know.
Captured by a spell, she suddenly realized she was walking down an aisle made up of hot flesh on each side. They were so tall that the crowd behind them disappeared from view. She glanced to one side and then the other. Her heart continued to pound. Blood rushed inside her ears, deafening her.
Somehow, her feet managed to keep moving, propelling her forward in line. The watching crowd had gotten quiet as the bachelors studied the women, concentrating on them with their serious eyes and harshly pressed lips. Then her heart–and time–stopped. Her breath caught in her throat at meeting a solid blue gaze beneath a mask. The man’s eyes narrowed and a slow, leisurely smile commanded her attention to his lips. The crystal about his neck began to pulse and glow with a white light.
Morrigan felt the cool night breeze caress the tops of her breasts, as real as a hand against her skin. Chills worked their way over her bare throat and face. Her short, blue veil fluttered over her dark locks. Her hand lifted without her commanding it to, as if to reach out. It was held back by the silk shackles of her belt.
Blinking slowly, the man nodded at her in greeting. She turned her head to watch as she passed by him. His smile dropped from his features, replaced by passionate intent and electrifying promises. Morrigan shivered as her heart began to race anew.
As she moved forward through the remaining line of men, she looked around. The others were handsome, but none caught her notice or returned her gaze for very long. And none were as spellbinding as the man with the radiant blue eyes had been. She wondered at the curious feeling in her veins each time she thought of it. She wanted to look back, but her neck refused to turn. He was so like all the others and yet somehow different.
Making her way to a raised platform laden with a gigantic feast, Morrigan forgot all about the emerald on her finger and her newspaper assignment.
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April 14, 2013
Find my books on Amazon with ease!
All my Mandy M Roth books and my pen name books (Reagan Hawk, Kennedy Kovit, Rory Michaels and Darby London) can be found with ease using the following link. Also, you can find other The Raven Books titles.
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April 11, 2013
Goodreads Book Giveaway Executive Decision by Mandy M Roth
Goodreads Book Giveaway
Executive Decision
by Mandy M. Roth
Giveaway ends May 01, 2013.
See the giveaway details
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I’m having a giveaway on Goodreads. Details on you can be entered for a chance to win are in the link above.
