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Happy Holidays & Saturday Snippet

Since Saturday Snippet falls on Christmas not only will I be offering up a holiday excerpt I've put together a little photographic gift for you. Some Christmas eye candy. My family spoiled the heck out of me and I have all kinds of cool new stuff. I will have to show off some of the True Blood stuff this week. I hope you are enjoying this most fabulous holiday! We drove north about 80 miles to visit family for Christmas and to our delight it's snowing like crazy here. I love it!

Today's excerpt comes from my free short story free read, White Cougar Christmas. It's been a while since I've written a cat shifter book and I'm missing them. You can find this short stuff under the fun stuff tab on my website.

Excerpt from White Cougar Christmas:

"What's a woman like you doing in a bar like this all alone on Christmas Eve?"

Niki rolled her eyes not even interested in turning to face the drunk who dared to hit on her tonight. Feeling surly enough to rip someone's head off she growled low in her throat. A warning she hoped the idiot would heed.

"What was that?"

No such luck. He was either too stupid or too drunk to realize how close he was to death. Rules be damned she needed a release and a little violence was one way to get it.

She eased herself from the stool, straightening the leather halter she'd chosen for the night, making sure the optimal amount of distracting cleavage showed. Heat surged through her system as she prepared for a fight and she turned to the annoying stranger.

When he got a good look at her his eyes bulged in his head and she could have sworn drool dripped from his mouth. Spying the glazed over look in his eyes and the soft fleshy musculature of his arms, not to mention the beer belly, she knew this would be far too easy. She'd have him on the ground and broken to her will in less than thirty seconds. It wasn't even worth the trouble. No satisfaction would come from a man like this. She needed a fight or a fuck but it needed to be fair.

"I suggest you move on before I lose what little patience I have left."

"Want to play hard to get huh?" his words slurred together causing her stomach to roll in disgust. This idiot had no idea what he was toying with.

Concentrating inward, thinking about the cougar inside, she closed her eyes and imagined the ice blue glow of her own eyes when she shifted. Satisfied that she'd controlled herself just enough, she opened her eyes and bared her fangs at the helpless stranger. He may not be much sport but beating the hell out of him would still feel good none the less.

Her hand shot out to grasp his neck but was grabbed instead by someone crazy enough to step between her and her prey. Her snarl of frustration sounded in the bar, garnering the attention of more than a few patrons. But the warmth of the hand encircling her wrist distracted her, reminding her why she'd come to the bar in the first place.

She didn't want to spend Christmas alone this year. "Hey pal, this lady is mine, no poaching allowed." "I just saved your life, now be a good little drunk and order another drink from the bar before I change my mind and throw you out of here."

His voice flowed over her like warm butter, all silky smooth as he spoke to the idiot without taking his eyes from her. Her heart pounded in her chest as his unwavering gaze traveled over her. Tall and lean, he had the body of a warrior not one sculpted in a gym. She could smell the cougar on him, a wild and reckless scent that made her nipples tighten and her nostrils flare as she took in more.

Be sure to follow the trail for more snippety goodness.

Jody Wallace

Leah Braemel

TJ Michaels

Lissa Matthews

Mari Carr

McKenna Jeffries

Taige Crenshaw

Delilah Devlin

Sasha White

Red Hot Christmas Eve

I am so excited it's finally Christmas Eve. That's a full day of baking and a night full of… Well, I probably shouldn't say that in a blog huh?

In case y'all are wondering, no I haven't been drinking the holiday wine…yet. DH did bring home four bottles from the office luncheon though. *g*

I thought I would share some of my favorite holiday recipes. Of course, I thought we all needed a hot guy to get us started and this one reminds me of home. Home is in Florida (yep I was actually born and raised there) and this year my mom isn't visiting so I miss home a little bit more than usual.

Now on to some recipes. None of these will likely be new to all of you. We do love the classics around my house. Although we leave the sugar cookie cutouts to my mom since she has a secret amazing recipe I don't have my hands on yet.

Normally I like to bake a bunch of different things but this year I am on a diet and really happy with my weight loss so far so I decided to cut back a little but still enjoy the favorites for two days. So we settled on three things this year.

The Red Hot Chocolate bark, because its so easy and fun to give away. Peanut butter blossoms because it's what the kids and DH LOVE.  And Chocolate chip cheesecake because it's one of my favorite desserts to make and take to a holiday dinner. So how about some recipes?

Red Hot Chocolate Bark  

Ingredients

8 ounces  white chocolate, broken into chunks
1/3 cup  red cinnamon candies such as Red Hots candy

Directions

1. Place a sheet of wax paper on a plate and set aside. In a heavy saucepan melt chocolate over medium-low heat, stirring often.

2. For this step you have to move fast.

When chocolate is melted, remove from heat. Stir in about 1/3 of the cinnamon candies and immediately turn chocolate out onto wax paper. With the back of a spoon, spread out chocolate mixture until candies are in a single layer. Sprinkle remaining candies on top and place in freezer for 10 to 15 minutes or until hard. Leave bark in freezer until ready to break off pieces to serve. Break off pieces to serve. Makes 4 servings

Peanut Butter Blossoms

Okay this recipe is a total cheater. If you are unlike me and prefer homemade from scratch cookies, AllRecipes.com has some execellent choices.

For today I am using a peanut butter cookie mix that I bought and all I have to do is add water and oil.

I bake the cookies, I've rounded into a ball and while they cook I unwrap all the hershey kisses and do my darndest not to eat too many. As soon as they come out of the oven I squish a kiss right in the center of the cookie. Actually the kids do this part because even though they are teens they never get too old for these. I also like to sprinkle some of them with red or green sugar to make them look even more christmasy.

Chocolate Chip Cheesecake

2 (3-oz) packages of cream cheese, softened

1 (14-oz.) can Eagle® Brand Sweetened Condensed Milk (NOT evaporated milk)

1 egg

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1 cup mini-chocolate chips

1 teaspoon flour

1 (6-oz.) Ready Crust Chocolate Pie Crust

Chocolate Glaze (recipe follows)

Chocolate Curls (optional)

Preheat oven to 350°. With mixer, beat cheese until fluffy, gradually beat in Eagle Brand until smooth. Add egg, vanilla; mix well.

Toss chips with flour; stir into cheese mixture. Pour into crust.

Bake 35 minutes or until center springs back when lightly touched. Cool and top with glaze and curls. Serve chilled. Refrigerate leftovers.

Chocolate Glaze: Melt 1/2 cup mini-chocolate chips with 1/4 cup whipping cream; cook and stir until thickened and smooth. Immediately spread over pie.

Now that I am dying for some Christmas yummies. Let me leave you with a different kind of yummy altogether.

My good friend and fellow author, Lissa Matthews has a Christmas Eve release today from Ellora's Cave and OMG the cover is… *swoon*  I'm just going to post the cover and blurb here for you. She blogged today at Kiss and Tell and you can go there to read more about it.

Happy Christmas Eve!

Eliza

By night, Mandi is a waitress in her best friend's adult entertainment club, complete with long raven hair and bright violet eyes. By day, she's a boutique jewelry maker with a flair for the occasional naughty design. She's shy, quiet, a definitive Plain Jane, and completely in lust with the one man that wouldn't ever be interested in her. He's big, menacing, and inspires every one of her dirty girl desires. If birthday wishes came true, he would hers.

Tattoo artist. Business owner. Lover of vintage cars. And drummer. Jaz is far from the normal, average guy. Built like a brick wall and inked from head to toe, he can scare the faint of heart with just a look, but the faint of heart isn't what interests him, isn't what fuels his fantasies and keeps him hard from dawn to dusk. It's her: the waitress, his sister's friend, the birthday girl.

Without having told a soul of her attraction, Mandi is given the best present ever. Jaz. And she's got one night to make every wicked thought and erotic dream she's had about him come true.

Christmas Winners!

I have to confess that when I start a project I tend to become a little single minded. On Saturday I sat down to edit one of my older out of print books with plans to do it in one day. HAHA What a funny thought. Three days later it's done and I'm behind on everything else.

I can't believe it's so close to Christmas though. I managed to squeeze in a little more shopping tonight but that was mostly just because I was dying to get out of the house. I really DO NOT need to buy anything more. lol

How's your holiday shaping up? Done with your Christmas shopping or are you a last minute shopper?

Thanks for hanging in there and waiting for me to post the Christmas Reading winners. The following two people won their choice of eBook from my reading list. (using random.org of course)

Ursula

and

elaing8

CONGRATS LADIES!!!

Since I always use the All Romance gifting program when giving away other author's books. I need the winners to send me the email address they use at ARe or if you don't have an account the email address you would like to use for your free account. You will then get a an email with your free gift. Easy Peasy, I promise.

I still have lots more Christmas cheer to share including some of my favorite pictures and recipes throughout the week.

Happy Monday!

Eliza

Reading Christmas

One of my favorite things about the Holidays are all the Christmas books available. I find myself very much in the holiday spirit this year and I've been buying and or grabbing the Christmas freebies like crazy. (I won't even mention my obsession with watching Christmas movies on Lifetime in December. lol)

I wanted a little variety but somehow ended up mainly with contemporary Christmas books. I'll have to dig through my archives and see what else I have. I'd bet there are some paranormal holiday books I have somwhere that I haven't read yet.

And this weekend I'll be queuing up my favorite christmas movie, Christmas Vacation. But first I'm going to read some books. Here are some of the books I've loaded to my reader. Want to read some with me?

How about you? Are you reading holiday books this time of year? I love hearing about what others are reading which is probably why I love GoodReads so much. Since I can go there any time day or night and get recommendations.

All three of these have received good reviews so I am looking forward to reading them.

For two lucky readers I am going to give away one of these christmas books to you. So click on the covers read about the books and tell me in the comments whether you'd like to read All She Wants 4 Christmas, Mistletoe at Midnight or Christmas Stalking.

I'll be back tomorrow to announce a winner and share some holiday pictures. I'm on my way out to a Holiday Dinner party so I might be sleeping in tomorrow morning.

Eliza

Naughty Buttered Rum

Naughty Buttered Rum… Doesn't that just sound delish?

I've turned down the heat a little tonight. Giving y'all a breather from all that singing last night as you all followed along on the 12 Days of BDSM Christmas. hehehe

Actually I spent many hours Christmas shopping today and I'm running super late tonight so this is going to be short and sweet. I got a lot of great stuff and dare I say I think I might be done. Woot!

So how about we celebrate with a traditional naughty drink around the christmas tree. Here in the Carolinas we are expecting some winter slush from mother nature tonight so I think this drink will come in quite handy.

Naughty Buttered Rum
Ingredients

1 tablespoon butter,  softened
1 tablespoon brown sugar
A dash of ground cinnamon
A dash of ground nutmeg
2 ounces dark rum
Boiling water

Directions

Grab a mug and put the butter,  sugar, and spices in the bottom. Squish together with the back of a spoon. Add the rum and fill the mug with boiling water. Stir and serve, regardless if you've been naughty or nice!

And lest you think I've forgotten… I have a pretty christmas present for one lucky commenter from Monday and Tuesday chosen by using random.org.

Cecile has won an autographed copy of my brand new print book, Fetish Dreams, just in time for some naughty christmas reading!

Cecile contact me at elizagayleauthor at gmail dot com with your address so I can get it in the mail for you before Christmas!

For those of you who didn't win this time come back the rest of the week. The next giveaways will be some of the holiday eBooks I am reading.

12 Days of BDSM Christmas – NSFW

And the naughtiness continues…

Like how I put that nice not safe for work warning up there? hehehe  Don't say you weren't warned.

A couple of weeks ago a group of authors and I attended a local fetish festival where we sold and signed books, did erotic readings and even sang the 12 Days of BDSM Christmas–twice!

I posted about it on Facebook and by popular demand I am printing the lyrics here. We tried to video tape our second singing to share but it didn't work out. So you'll just have to use your imagination. But trust me–we had a ball!

12 Days Of BDSM Christmas

On the 1st day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me…

A Small Feather Pillow for my knees.

On the 2nd day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me…

2 Nipple Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my knees.

On the 3rd day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me…

3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my knees.

On the 4th day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me…

4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my knees.

On the 5th day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me…

FIVE ANAL BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my knees.

On the 6th day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me…

6 Tubes of KY, FIVE ANAL BEADS,.4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my knees.

On the 7th day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me…

7 Crops a Swinging, 6 Tubes of KY, FIVE ANAL BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my knees.

On the 8th day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me…

8 Floggers Flogging, 7 Crops a Swinging, 6 Tubes of KY, FIVE ANAL BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my knees.

On the 9th day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me…

9 Candles Dripping, 8 Floggers Flogging, 7 Crops a Swinging, 6 Tubes of KY, FIVE ANAL BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my knees.

On the 10th day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me…

10 Lords a Whipping, 9 Candles Dripping, 8 Floggers Flogging, 7 Crops a Swinging, 6 Tubes of KY, FIVE ANAL BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my knees

On the 11th day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me…

11 Pairs of Stockings, 10 Lords a Whipping, 9 Candles Dripping, 8 Floggers Flogging, 7 Crops a Swinging, 6 Tubes of KY, FIVE ANAL BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my knees.

On the 12th day of Christmas, my MASTER gave to me…

12 Orgasms Screaming, 11 Pairs of Stockings, 10 Lords a Whipping, 9 Candles Dripping, 8 Floggers Flogging, 7 Crops a Swinging, 6 Tubes of KY, FIVE ANAL BEADS, 4 Ball Gags, 3 Blindfolds, 2 Nipple Clamps and a Small Feather Pillow for my knees.

If you haven't already, be sure to click follow to your right and leave a comment for a chance to win. Tomorrow I'm giving something away! It's a christmas surprise.

Eliza

Have You Been Naughty?

It's that time again. The holiday season is at its peak and everyone is rushing to finish their christmas shopping, tree trimming, and holiday baking.

Of course in addition to all the holiday hoopla, I'm still writing and promoting books. So this Christmas it's going to be all about me.

HAHA. Did I get ya? I was kidding. Sorta.

After wrapping up two big back to back promotions on the DAMM blog and here in Naughty November, I wanted to do something for the holidays. But the thought of organizing another event with guests and mega giveaways was a bit daunting, so instead I've decided you'll get me and we can chat, have cocoa together, talk about our favorite books of the year, ogle half naked mens and generally discuss any ole holiday thing we wish.

Of course, I just had a nice naughty book release last week and I'm writing two new naughty books right now… So the question I have on my mind is:

Have you been naughty?

Lord, let's hope so.

As I sit here writing this post and glancing around my office at some of the things I've bought this year (in the name of research, of course ), I think I can indeed say I've been naughty. From the fuzzy red handcuffs to the suede flogger to the brand spanking new leather rose crop… Not to mention the Betty Page necklaces I've made and worn, or those fun dirty word necklaces I handed out at conferences, that may or may not have encouraged some readers to the dark side. hehehe Yeah, naughty naughty naughty.

So I think all that's left to do now is write my letter to Santa to explain.

Dear Santa,

Let me explain. I know every year you ask if we've been naughty or nice and this year I've been determined to interpret that to mean naughty is good and nice is only so so.

So if naughty is good, then I've excelled in my goals. I've written hundreds of thousands of words this year in books all with lots of dirty, delicious words. If you haven't seen them yet, I'd be happy to send you a few autographed copies. Since dreams are your thing, might I suggest a paperback copy of Fetish Dreams for that cold winter night? There's rope and floggers to liven up your sexy time and even a little fire to light up your life.

Since you already know if we've been bad or good, I don't need to tell you every detail of what I've seen or done. But there have been a few things this year I unfortunately saw that I'd love to have scrubbed from my mind if it's no trouble at all.

This year I've indulged in vampires and shifters galore, not to mention the Doms that made me swoon to the floor. If you'd be so kind as to leave me Alcide or Eric in my stocking this year, I would promise to be even naughtier next time.

As for those stickers I give to one and all… I have no excuse since I love them to death. I'll shout "Embrace Your Inner Bad Girl" from the rooftops if I must. Whatever it takes to get the word out. Erotic Romance is my favorite genre to read and to write no matter what anyone else tells you is wrong or right.

So this Christmas, I don't ask for much. Only more books to store on my iPad to read every moment I can, along with great music that inspires my fingers to dance so that more stories will flow than ever before.

Merry Christmas,

Eliza

P.S. I was serious about the Alcide and Eric request.

What about you? Have you been naughty or nice? Or simply have a wish for this Christmas?

I'll be posting until Christmas with all kinds of stuff. So click on follow over to your right and every time you comment you'll have a chance to win some xmas ebooks and a gift card or two.

Snippet Saturday

I'm way late on my snippet. Oops.  I left the house this morning and completely forgot. It took updating my website tonight before I realized it had slipped my mind.

The theme is vacation. Some of us just don't take enough vacations and that comes through loud and clear in our books. In Slave To Pleasure, a fantasy fae story, Nissa takes a working vacation but ends up with a lot more than she bargained for.

Here's a snippet:

Under the cloak of darkness, Nissa made her way across the deck of the cruise ship in the direction of the gallery. Her body vibrated with energy and adrenalin as she tuned in to all of the surrounding sounds. The dull roar of the ocean as the boat sliced through the water, the tinkling of music drifting from the ballroom in the distance, even a few hushed voices from people milling around on the opposite side of where she stood.

Nothing out of the ordinary for a luxury cruise except for the increased ache in her own body, a sure sign there were more than humans aboard. From the moment she'd stepped on board her heat had surged. Since her mother had neglected to teach her all she needed to know about her own sexuality she had no idea who or what she could be facing. Logically she hoped only fae, but Kian had taught her to be prepared for the unexpected. So she'd spent the day in her cabin strategizing.

She'd seen the online article about the Mogul Emerald touring on the adults-only cruise ship and couldn't believe her luck. The solution to her problem had fallen proverbially in her lap, which even to her seemed too good to be true.

The smart thing to do would be to leave as quickly as possible before she got caught, but the lure of two hundred and seventeen carats of pure healing energy was too great to deny. Her heat had become unbearable since she'd left home, and leading a normal life seemed out of the question. The emerald represented her best opportunity for a cure, something she wouldn't pass up despite the risks to her freedom.

Physically the fae closely resemble humans, so it didn't take long to get lost in the human world. But staying safe wasn't easy. She considered looking for her relatives since her father had been a human witch. Many years ago he'd accidentally opened the veil between worlds and called her mother, the love of his life, to his side. However, telling people of her whereabouts would only endanger them and she had no idea who she could trust. There were still a few witches in Otherworld who could open the veil and if Cirdan came through… So she'd changed her hiding place every few days, making it difficult for anyone to track her, but the need to fuck drove her crazy as much as it scared the shit out of her.

The first few days had not gone well. Despite everything her father had taught her about this realm before his death, she'd still come in half blind with nowhere safe to go and no human money. Dreams of two gorgeous fae tormented hersleep. Once she'd even come close to returning to them. Roane and Erik.

In her condition there would've been nowhere in Otherworld to hide. In the end, coming here, despite the fear of the unknown, kept her safe. Although it wouldn't last if she didn't do something drastic. A seven-night cruise with the world's largest exotic gem collection on display sounded perfect for a fae witch itching to weave a healing spell.

Now she just needed to get her jewel and hope it would fix her heat because she couldn't go back.

Roane and Erik's attention may have sparked an unwelcome desire in her, but that didn't make up for the fact that they'd bought her to be a sex slave, something she couldn't stomach on a good day. The last of the nearby voices faded away, leaving only the din of the ocean and the humming of engines behind. She needed to stop worrying about the past and focus on the here and now. If there were fae here to trap her, and there most likely were, she'd deal with it when the time came.

Nissa slipped into the dark corridor ahead, keeping herself hidden in the shadows. The map she'd studied for the last several weeks helped her now. After finding out the gallery was located midship, she knew she'd have some cover for her movements.

Magic would be so much easier for this job, but she didn't want to leave a trail. Until she had that gem in sight she'd have to do this the good old-fashioned human way. Maybe if her plan worked out she'd use this obsession with precious jewels as an opportunity for something more.

A girl had to make a living somehow.

Be sure to follow the trail for more snippety goodness.

Lissa Matthews

Mari Carr

McKenna Jeffries

TJ Michaels

Taige Crenshaw

HelenKay Dimon

Lauren Dane

Sasha White

Jody Wallace

Saturday Snippet

Now that Naughty November is over, I'm getting back to a little bit of a regular schedule on the blog. (although I am planning something fun for christmas)

This week's theme for Snippet Saturday is author's choice so I've decided on a scene from Black Moon Rising where Nolan and Sierra are running for their lives without much of a clue as to what's gone wrong. It leads to an incredibly intense scene between them.

Excerpt:

Jesus. Nolan had known this day could come, but he'd never planned on dragging Sierra through the forest with her naked ass in his face and arousal running down her legs. Nope, this was one scenario no one had ever considered.

Duty was one thing; watching his woman fuck like an animal during an ancient moon ritual that mated her to another of her kind had been pure torture.

Screams sounded in the distance, driving him faster. Sierra was now the alpha of the pack, and her safety mattered above all else. They had about twenty-one hours and fifteen minutes before she'd regain her strength. Those patrols had better have a damned good reason for letting something, or someone, through the town barrier.

The terrain dipped under his feet. "Fuck." Nolan braced Sierra's thighs to save his balance.

"Let me down. I can keep up with you on my own two legs now." Sierra scratched though the fabric of his shirt again. His back would be shredded soon if he didn't put her down, but losing precious time meant the difference between death and life for them all.

"Soon. I have no idea what the status of the rest of the pack is, and I'm not taking any chances." His breathing was rough. He might not have the heightened senses of a wolf, but his instincts screamed in warning that they were still in danger.

"Hurry." She spoke quietly, the sound laced with anger and frustration. "I can't see anyone behind us."

His blood chilled at the news.

Marek had been right next to Sierra, and Dave should have been on his heels.

Seconds turned into long minutes as he ran toward the safe house. They were close now, and from the lack of sounds ahead, likely the first to arrive. He slowed to a stop and set Sierra on a rock. She kept quiet; they both knew the drill. Sierra nodded in the direction they needed to go, and he tapped his ear in response. When she shook her head, indicating no sounds came from the path ahead, he sighed in relief. Her strength might have been tapped out, but her exceptional hearing and smell were as spot-on as ever.

If she heard nothing, then no one was there. She'd once told him she could hear someone's heart beating from half a football field away, and they were a mere forty feet from touching the back deck of the cabin they'd take refuge in.

She pointed in the direction of the house, and he nodded, knowing she was ready to proceed. He hiked his pants leg, pulled a knife from the sheath strapped to his ankle, and pressed it into her hand. He thought for a second she might protest, when she grabbed the handle and held it like she aimed to use it if she had to. Still, as her protector, Nolan went first, his gun at the ready as they moved soundlessly toward the back door.

An angry howl split the air, and Nolan swung his head in the direction of the sound. He spared a glance at Sierra, and a slight smile brightened her face. Good to know Marek had survived.

Sierra couldn't answer his call without giving away their position, so they kept moving toward the cabin. A moonless night gave them little light to work with, but it did give them good cover. Once inside, Sierra could find some clothes, and he'd set about contacting the pack to find out what had gone wrong. He didn't want to think about possible casualties, but it wouldn't be the first time the pack had been attacked.

Although never on a black moon.

Their only known enemies consisted of rival packs, which usually raided their ranks for females. Seemed every pack lately struggled with the same fertility issue and were always looking for fresh blood to add to the mix.

Not tonight.

Wolves tended to retreat and hide in the twenty-four hour period of a new moon when their strength was at its lowest. They hated being weak like humans, and a black moon only amplified the problem with intense sexual needs.

Which meant only one thing. The attack had come in human form, and only someone familiar with shifter breeding would know about this Achilles' heel. He swore silently at the timing. Sierra's first hour as alpha, and she had a shit storm to deal with.

He strained to see through the dark. What he wouldn't give for a pair of night-vision goggles right about now. But he could rely on Sierra to spot any close danger because her vision was perfect day or night. With no other movement or sign of trouble, they moved onto the deck, and Sierra stepped aside for him to open the door.

Nolan grabbed the key he'd worn around his neck since the day he'd turned twenty. This was the first time they'd ever needed it for something other than a drill. Maybe after tonight, he'd upgrade the security here to something a little more high tech. At least during the last training exercise, he'd restocked the cabin with double the weapons and ammo and personally checked each and every gun for full functionality. He'd lived by the motto that the devil was in the details his whole life, thanks to an obsessive father, so he never left anything to chance. He ran the protector program tighter than any military group.

The cool metal fit smoothly into the lock and turned with well-oiled ease. Nolan yanked the door open and pulled Sierra in with him. In thirty seconds, he had the entrance secure and the few rooms checked to ensure they were alone. Every family had their own hidey-hole, and this one belonged to the alpha. So where the hell was Sierra's father? The call went out over the radio, and every protector would have received the message.

"What the hell happened out there, Nolan?"

He turned to Sierra, who'd begun rifling through the drawers in the bedroom in search of her clothes. Now that she was safe, he took a minute to look at her. She had scratches and dirt from the forest, and even a few leaves in her hair, yet her pale skin shone brighter than any full moon; and despite their damned situation, his dick twitched in his pants.

He'd been forced to watch Marek claim her in front of the whole pack. While he understood the need to do so and the importance of her taking over the reins, his gut had twisted, and he'd ground his teeth until his jaw had ached. He wanted to stake an equal claim. He and Marek had already come to an agreement when it came to their relationship, but for the first time, he felt unsure. Wolves had voracious sexual needs, and many of their emotions were displayed in that manner. Lust, anger, jealousy, you name it, and she got horny. Gave all new meaning to the words makeup sex.

The fact wolves tended to be polyamorous in their sexual play bothered him little. He'd grown up in Silverstone, and it had become more than normal; in fact, it was expected. But usually when a wolf mated, a bond formed that no one else shared. They were possessive yet open at the same time. A quandary he'd not quite figured out.

"Something or someone broke through the guard," he said as he stalked in her direction, aggression boiling in his veins. He wanted to claim.

To take.

And to hell with the pack and Sierra's status. She belonged equally to them both. Sierra not only shared her body but her affection as well. So why did he need this now? Nolan shook off his thoughts and focused on her.

"That's not a good enough answer," she snapped. Sierra slammed the drawer shut and looked up, her eyes growing wide at the intent she must have recognized on his face.

"No, Nolan. Not now."

He grabbed her shoulders and gathered her against him, covering her protest with his mouth. Heat and warmth exploded through him as he speared his tongue inside her. Sweet and earthy. That was the image he got when he tasted her. Her unique flavor lived inside him every day, a constant reminder of the soul-searing effect she had on him. He pressed into the taut muscles of her neck until slowly they eased and she gave in to her baser needs.

Tongues tangled roughly as he wrestled her for control. Never one to shy away from a challenge, Sierra gave as good as she got. She threaded her hands through his hair and pulled him tighter. The key fell from his hand when he lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her long, strong legs around his waist as he moved toward the bed.

The effects of the black moon would not go away until tomorrow, and even though he knew she couldn't resist, or maybe because of it, Nolan pushed her onto the bed.

He had to have her.

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Naughty Nov with Jessica Lee

What if on Christmas Eve all your darkest desires came to life? Could you handle it?

It's Christmas Eve, and all Monica Sims wants is for her fiancé, just once, to step outside his comfort zone. She loves him, and life is fine in their perfectly planned world. But Monica is ready for more. She takes a risk and shares with him her darkest fantasies: Domination. Submission. Surrendering to the will of more than one man. But her confession is more than her straitlaced boyfriend can handle—or so she thought.

Dane knows exactly what he wants in bed: just him and Monica, his fiancée—alone. Simple, easy, vanilla sex was all he ever needed. That was until the night he found his fiancée in her office, watching—enjoying—a very naughty movie on her laptop. Determined to be the one to unleash her control, Dane decides to surprise her on Christmas Eve with a trip to a private fetish club. But they won't be alone.

Excerpt:

Monica couldn't have stopped the whimper that fell from her lips if she'd tried. "Fuck me." Unbidden, her hips left the bed, arching toward her lover as if drawn to the drug they knew she had to have. "Dear God, Dane, if you love me like you say… Fuck me now." Shit. She was babbling, but at that very moment, she really didn't give a damn.

"Baby, I'm going to do that and more." Dane rolled over and stood. "But I won't be alone."

"What?" Monica tugged against the hold the cuffs had on her wrists. "Are you serious?" Her womb clenched, and the sudden wave of excitement had her pulse roaring in her ears. Dane circled the foot of the bed and headed toward the suite's door.

"I overheard one of my partners at the firm talking about this very exclusive private club on the outskirts of Savannah, the one I've brought you to tonight. And after getting an ear and eyeful of what you've been craving, I decided to check it out."

Dane went for the door handle and swung the wood wide. "After a health and background screening that must surely rival the CIA's, I was accepted as a member about eight weeks ago. That's when I met—for anonymity's sake—Bob and Dick here."

"Bob and Dick?" Jesus, he is serious.

"Hey, Danny," one of the men said.

Danny? Not too much of a change, but it was enough to keep his identity private.

The slaps of hands to backs in greeting reverberated from the open doorway a few feet away. Monica craned her neck, trying to sneak a peek. Curiosity was killing her. First one, then a second hunk of what she could only term "eye candy" brushed past her fiancé. Her head fell back on the pillow, and she knew her eyes were probably wide with shock. He was actually planning to share her… And holy shit, did Dane know how to pick 'em.

The men raked her with their gazes, and if the bulge growing in each one's slacks was any indication, they liked what they saw. Monica didn't know whether to cross her legs in a feigned attempt at propriety or to spread them in marked invitation, the latter of which was precisely what her body was screaming.

"And what shall we call you, sweetness?" The one on the right—tall, lean, and blond—eased down onto the side of the bed. He lifted his hand and, using the backs of his fingers, ran a light caress from top to bottom of the exposed side of her arm. "I'm Bob."

"Layla." It was the first name that popped into her head.

"Okay, Layla. Your fiancé issued the invitation, but we need to hear from you as well." Bob glanced at Dick, then back to her. "Do you want us here and everything that entails? Meaning, we plan to make you the center of our world tonight. To fuck you and take you to a place you never knew existed. Make you come"—he lowered his head, his lips a breath away from hers—"and come again."

Coming soon from Breathless Press.

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