Nov 25, 2019

My Warrior Wolveby Krystal Shannan

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Travis and Garrett McLennan can barely control the desire building within them–a desire only Charlie alone can satisfy. When the wolf brothers receive her cry for help, they know that the time has finally come. But with danger knocking on the threshold, can they get to her in time, saving her while holding on to what they both want?


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GARRETT

A huff escaped from between my lips as I slid onto an empty barstool at Riley’s. The ache in my chest had turned from an annoying throb to the pounding of a fatal wound. If not for the Lycan moral code, I’d already be hauling ass up to Ada to bring Charlie down to Sanctuary, kicking and screaming if necessary. Her feelings on the matter could be discussed later. She should be with us. Somehow, we had to make her see that. Being away from her slowly ate away pieces of my soul. The scent of her heat clung to my brother and I. No amount of cold showers would relieve the need that hardened my dick every time I thought about her, either.
I couldn’t believe she’d sent Travis and I both away. We’d risked our lives. Saved her from Xerxes’ clutches in Savannah. Yet she’d sent us packing with no regard to the developing magickal bond torturing all three of us. There was no way she wasn’t hurting either. Once a mate bond started growing, only death would snap the connection.
My brother, Travis, sat next to me and waved to the tall redhead at the far end of the bar. Riley Moore acted as pack liaison between Rose, the town of Sanctuary’s leader and founder, and the rest of the Lycans in town. It helped keep the peace, and most of us tried to avoid Rose anyway… except when the cafe served really good food. Which tended to be more often than not.
“What’s happening, boys?” Riley asked, setting a pair of freshly filled beer steins in front of us. “You look like you swallowed a rattlesnake and it’s trying to come back up, Garrett. What’s eating you?”
“Nothing.” I hoped she would accept the answer and just leave, but Riley didn’t budge. In fact, she plopped her elbows on the bar and leaned forward, balancing her chin on her laced-together fingers.
“That’s a bunch of bullshit.” Her gaze flitted toward my brother. “You don’t look much better, hon,” she said to Travis. “I hear you left someone both of you want up in Ada.”
“Who told you, Riley?”
“People talk,” she said, winking. “This is a bar. Nothing stays secret for long when it stumbles in here.”

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Open the Magic by Tami Lund

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A collection of paranormal short stories and novellas that include shifters, witches, demigods, and of course, magic!


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“I know Christmas is still a few days away, but I’ve brought you a gift, to prove to you I’m sincere.”

With the horse’s reins in his hand, Asher paused before rounding the corner of the stone building, cringing at the sound of Prince Julian Montclair’s oily voice.

No doubt he was talking to Princess Charlotte of Mecosta. Julian had been chasing the princess’s skirts since that day, ten years ago, when he’d come across Asher and Charlotte kissing in the woods and had been so furious, he had Asher thrown into the dungeons beneath his father’s castle.

Sure, Asher was a pauper, and the princess—well, she wasn’t supposed to be locking lips with someone so beneath her station—but gods be damned, they’d been thirteen at the time. The punishment hadn’t exactly fit the crime.  

Asher had intended to give Juniper a run, but not if it meant he would have to interact with those two. Shaking his head, he turned to trudge back to the stable, but paused when Charlotte spoke.

“Why do you think you need to prove your sincerity by giving me a necklace, Julian?”

“The serving girl comes to mind,” Julian said.

“You insisted that was entirely innocent. Are you changing your story?” Charlotte’s voice was frosty. 

“No, not at all. It’s just … I know you were upset by it. Even if it was innocent. Because, of course, it looked … well, we all know what it looked like.”

Asher leaned forward to better catch her response, which was silly since he doubted she would say, “It looked like you were trying to convince that serving girl to share your bed that night. And considering you’re a prince, it probably happened. Even though you’re supposed to be courting me and treating me like the princess I am, the queen I will someday be.”

But in fact, she didn’t say anything at all, and eventually, Julian cleared his throat. “It’s enchanted. See how it has started to glow with a blue light? That’s how you know your one true love is near.”

Yeah right. An enchanted necklace? Asher could conjure magic like that in his sleep. And he’d bet last week’s pay that Prince Julian paid someone to cast a charm over it. Because everyone and the gods were fully aware the man could barely invoke the simplest of spells. 

But power and control were all about the station one was born into, and Julian Montclair has been one lucky son of a bitch—no, son of a queen—since the moment he came into this world. 

“It’s lovely,” Charlotte said. “And it’s warm to the touch.” Her voice drifted over Asher, making him hard like it always did. He grit his teeth, angry with himself for being so stupid. There were plenty of women in the village who were of an acceptable station and perfectly happy to warm his bed for a day, an hour, a year, however long he was willing—and he wouldn’t end up on the gallows the next morning, either. 
Yet all he did was yearn for a woman he couldn’t have. A woman he didn’t really want.

Okay, didn’t want to want.

“It’s channeling my feelings,” Julian’s unctuous voice said. He was touching her, too, no doubt. He’d likely removed his gloves so he could rub his hands over her arms, his fingers probably grazing the sides of her breasts. Asher had seen him do it too many times to those serving girls he swore he wasn’t sleeping with. It was his signature move. 

Bastard.

Clearly tired of skulking here instead of going for the ride Asher had promised, Juniper nickered and pawed the ground.

Damn it.

“Oh. Who’s there?”

And then the princess stepped into view, resplendent as ever in a pale blue cloak lined with white fur, white leather gloves, and a matching hat perched at a slightly off-kilter angle on her golden curls. Those almond-shaped blue eyes widened for a moment when her gaze fell onto Asher, and the sides of her rose-colored lips lifted into a smile. For him. And the fact that they moved at all meant she hadn’t been smiling before.

Gods be damned, he’d spent his whole miserable life pining for things he couldn’t have, and this woman was most definitely the farthest out of reach of all his unobtainable dreams.

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Saving Jace: Writing a Sexy Black Panther


I’ll admit, I like my shifters alpha. Dark, a little dominating, protective of their mates, defenders of their clans….
And if he shifts to a black panther? Sign me up!
Enter Jace Jones.
When I started Saving Jace (#4, Fada Shapeshifters), I’d already written four novels in the Fada Shapeshifter Seriesa prequel and three books set in the Rock Run Clan. But those books featured water shapeshifters like dolphins and sharks.
So Jace was my first big cat. From the start, he was a green-eyed black panther. One of the first things I discovered was that black panthers are a color variant of any Panthera species.  In Asia and Africa, black panthers are leopards, and in the Americas, they’re jaguars.

Jace Jones, my black panther shifter

Since my books are set mainly in North America, I made Jace a jaguar. Here’s Evie's first sight of him as his cat in Saving Jace.
A little background: Earlier in the evening, Evie Morningstar and her teenage brother found Jace (in his human form) bleeding out from a fae assassin's attack. They carried him inside and cleaned up his wound. Ill and feverish, he passed out on their couch.

Evie jerked awake to see Jace thrashing about on the couch.
She fumbled for the switch on the lamp next to the chair. It came on and he hissed, an angry cat-sound.
She narrowed her eyes against the light, trying to see him. “Jace? You all right?”
He ignored her to chug water from the pitcher on the table and then fumbled with the zipper of his pants.
She rose to her feet. “Jace? What are you doing?”
His gaze swung to her and she took a step back. His eyes were that strange bright green again. His growl raised fine hairs all over her body.
“Okay.” She raised a palm. “Take it easy.”
He snarled and dragged off the pants. Bright bits of color danced over his skin—and then a huge black panther was crouched on her couch.

The jaguar is the largest cat found in the Americas, with black jaguars making about 6 percent of the total. These badass, elusive cats live in the densest part of jungles and forests where there is the least sunlight.
So of course, the next time Evie sees Jace he’s in the shadowsand very much in protective alpha mode, because he’s afraid that in saving him, she’s brought trouble on herself.

Someone was watching her.
Evie gripped her keys and glanced around.
Across the alley, a pair of luminous green eyes stared at her unblinkingly from the shadows.
Her heart kicked into a gallop. “Jace? Is that you?”
Please let it be him.
He stepped forward. She blew out a breath. It was Jace.
He crossed the alley in a few long, loose strides. An atavistic tremor went down her spine. This was the real Jace—and he was nothing like the injured, feverish victim of last week.
No, this man was dark. Powerful. Raw-boned.
A panther in a T-shirt and jeans.
She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin, because damn it, she’d saved the man’s life. She refused to let him spook her.
He stopped a few feet away. “Hello, Evie.”
He was bigger than she remembered, but then, last week he’d been hunched over nursing his injuries. Now she realized he was a good half foot taller than her with the lean, hard build of a soldier. Another shiver went down her spine—but this one had nothing to do with fear.

I have to say, writing a black panther shifter was so much fun, and I loved the chemistry between Jace and Evie! I was thrilled when Saving Jace was chosen as Best Shifter Novel of 2018 in the Paranormal Romance Guild’s Reviewer’s Choice Awards. The book also received a silver medal in the RONE Awards.

Saving Jace (#4, Fada Shapeshifters)

Get Saving Jace for free right now on Amazon, iBooks, Kobo and Barnes & Noble. All books in the Fada Shapeshifter Series are standalone with a happily-ever-after for the main characters, although the people, clans, and stories are interrelated.

Hugs and enjoy the read!
—Rebecca

About the Author

Rebecca Rivard is a USA Today bestselling author of paranormal romance. Her Fada Shapeshifter Series featuring shifters and fae has received numerous awards, including Best Shifter Series of 2018 (Paranormal Romance Guild’s Reviewer's Choice Awards). She also writes steamy vampire romances in Michelle Fox’s Blood Courtesans Series.
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Nov 23, 2019

Underground Encounters Series by Lisa Carlisle

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Dark heroes, fated mates, and forbidden love...

Enter Vamps and discover a thrilling new world of steamy paranormal romance featuring sexy shifters, thirsty vampires, passionate witches, and gorgeous gargoyles.

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Nov 22, 2019

Fire Maidens: Rome by Anna Lowe

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Ever since the time of Romulus and Remus, wolves have ruled Rome. With the city under threat, the Guardians of old have called in a new generation of shifter protectors - warriors who have sworn off love. That is, until destiny brings in a woman one lone wolf can’t resist…


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Sergio kept his voice low as he followed Lena up the stairs to her apartment. “I came to warn you. Vicente is bad news.”
Lena snorted. “No kidding.”
“I mean, really bad news. Dangerous.”
“Yes, I gathered. Mafia-style danger, am I right?”
Sergio froze at the reference, then tugged at his collar. “I suppose you could say that.”
At the top floor, she kicked aside a pair of boots and nervously fumbled to fit her key into the apartment door. Finally, she got it in, then hesitated.
“Look, I appreciate you coming and all…”
He shook his head. “It’s not only that. There’s the other night, too. You need help.”
*I do not need help,* her eyes blazed, but a split second later, her shoulders drooped and she crossed her arms, unconsciously giving herself a hug. Yeah, she knew what he meant. Shifting. Or semi-shifting in her case. What exactly was her story?
Four stories below, the handrail creaked as her landlady leaned out for a better look. Lena wavered, then finally motioned Sergio into her apartment. It was a cramped, one-room place, with peeling paint, a tiny kitchen niche, and water stains down one corner. Still, golden light streamed in through double glass doors, and outside, the narrow ledge of a balcony overflowed with plants. All in all, the apartment toed a thin line between bohemian charm and run-down tenement.
Lena went to the balcony door and gazed over the terra-cotta roofs. “The other night, you changed into a wolf.”
“Shifted. You shifted too. Well, almost. It seemed to me you were…new to it.”
Lena burst out laughing, though there was no humor in the sound. “You could say that.”
“It’s never happened before?”
She shook her head, eyes still semi-focused on the view. “Never. Well, not before I came to Rome.”
He frowned, wondering what had set it off. Most shifters experienced their first change in puberty. Lena was in her late twenties or early thirties. Why had it happened to Lena so late?
“Your parents didn’t prepare you?”
She snorted. “My mother has no clue.”
“What about your father?”
The set of her eyes hardened. “I never met him. He wasn’t interested in a family.”
Sergio frowned. Most shifters were deeply committed to their mates and offspring. What kind of lowlife had the man been to abandon his own daughter?
“Anyway,” she said a little too breezily. “He’s never been part of my life.”
“What do you know about him?”
She shrugged. “Enough.”
“Maybe not enough.”
Her soft features folded into a deep frown. “According to my mother, he was a rich jerk who led her on. When he first found out she was pregnant, he seemed okay with it. But when he found out the baby — me — was a daughter, he paid my mother to disappear. Paid her, like a call girl or something.” Her tone was bitter — an echo of her mother’s, no doubt. “Obviously, a daughter wasn’t good enough for him.”
Sergio frowned. Female dragons were so rare, the majority of male dragons mated with humans or shifters of a different species, and they always rejoiced at the birth of a daughter.
Lena sighed. “He died not long after my mother left Italy. Before I was born, in fact. And we did just fine without him.”
That last part sounded a little forced, but Sergio moved on to a different clue.
“Your mother is from Italy?”
Lena nodded, looking out the window. “From Rome. But when she got pregnant, she moved to New York, where her sister lived.” Another sigh. “My mom was so ready for a new start, she didn’t even speak Italian to me. Only a few words, and mostly when she got mad.” Lena’s lips curled in a sentimental smile. “I only started learning in college.”
“And you only started shifting now,” Sergio murmured, more to himself than to her.
“Only since I moved here. For years, I felt like Rome was calling to me. Now…” Lena gulped, then gave herself a determined shake and stood taller. “Anyway, I can manage.”
There it was again — that tough/not-so-tough exterior. That painfully thin layer barely concealing a cry for help. But where should he start?
Gently, his wolf murmured.
“Well, you did the right thing, staying out of sight,” he offered. “You can’t let anyone see. No humans, anyway.”
Her eyes dropped to her hands, and a pained expression came over her face.
He nearly continued with something like, Why the hell did you fight it so much? But that wouldn’t help. Instead, he went with, “The thing is to shift quickly.”
She scowled. “Or not to shift at all.”
That had never occurred to him. To never have the freedom to let his second soul out? To deny himself the chance to howl and trot around on four feet?
“It won’t work,” he warned. “Like trying not to sleep. Sooner or later, shifting will just happen. The trick is to control it.”
Lena flexed her fingers, frowning. “How?”
Sergio stepped closer. “By choosing when and where you want to shift. By giving your beast permission or holding it back.” Slowly, gently, he covered her trembling hands. “By understanding what’s inside you and what it needs.”
She didn’t shrink from his touch, though her hands continued to tremble. “What do I have inside?”
A dragon, he nearly said. But that seemed a bit blunt, so he cast around for a more helpful answer. Sooner or later, she would fully shift, and it could be a disaster — for her and for shifters everywhere. The Guardians could have her killed, lest she betray all shifters. The risk was that great.
His inner wolf growled. *So, we teach her. Protect her. Stay close by her side.*

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Nov 20, 2019

Lucifer by Crystal Dawn

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He's the devil you'll love. His life has been confusing lately, but after turning from his fated one, he wants her back. Now he has to convince her he's the only one for her...


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Seduced by the Fae by Laxmi Hariharan

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I get off on pain... On how I make her writhe under me. Seduce her into calling out to me. Teasing her, enticing her to cry out as I mark her flesh. She settles that primal anger inside me, even as she incites the need to possess...


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Sigurd and the Valkyrie by Vivienne Savage

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Sigurd set out to end a kingdom's legacy of evil. Falling in love with their queen wasn't part of the plan. Neither was rescuing her from a sadistic king.


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Song of the Moon by Catherine Banks

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Artemis's sleep has been crap because the dreams won’t stop. Then she sees him -- a man, who she’s never met, that looks exactly like the one in her dreams...


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Kroga's Redemption by Michele Mills

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Waking up in med bay with temporary amnesia is terrible. Even worse is finding out everything her mate told her was a lie. But does that include his love...?


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The Cowbear's Christmas Wedding by Liv Brywood

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Kate's not about to let sexy bear shifter Logan Grant stop her from selling her family's ranch. There's nothing he can say to make her want to stay. His bedroom eyes and sultry kisses might be tempting, but it will take more than a few looks and some Christmas magic to bring these fated mates together.


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Nov 14, 2019

Saving Jace by Rebecca Rivard

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When Jace is stabbed by a fae assassin, Evie takes the sexy shifter into her home—and her heart. But now she's the fae's new target—and the Darktime isn't over.

*Best Shifter Novel of 2018 ~ Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewer's Choice Awards*


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Someone was watching her. Evie gripped her keys and glanced around.

Across the alley, a pair of luminous green eyes stared at her from the shadows.

Her heart kicked into a gallop. “Jace? Is that you?”

Please let it be him.


He stepped out of the shadows. She blew out a breath. It was Jace.

He crossed the alley in a few long, loose strides. An atavistic tremor went down her spine. This was the real Jace—and he was nothing like the injured, feverish victim of last week.

No, this man was dark. Powerful. Raw-boned.

A panther in a T-shirt and jeans.

She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin, because damn it, she’d saved the man’s life. She refused to let him spook her.

He stopped a few feet away. “Hello, Evie.”

He was bigger than she remembered, but then, last week he’d been hunched over nursing his injuries. Now she realized he was a good half foot taller than her with the lean, hard build of a soldier. Another shiver went down her spine—but this one had nothing to do with fear.

"I wanted to thank you."

She shrugged. "I would've done the same for anyone."

He stepped closer, a slow, graceful ripple of his muscles. "Would you? Have done the same for anyone?"

Her mouth dried. "Yes."

Their gazes snagged, and Jace smiled—not with his lips, but with his eyes. The corners creased in a way that made her stomach flip. "You have a good heart."

She smoothed her hands down her pants, painfully aware that she was still in her server uniform—straight black slacks and a white button-up shirt. And she probably smelled funky; it had been a busy night at the restaurant.

He fiddled with the hoop in her left earlobe. "But you should be more careful, living alone with only a young kid like your brother."

"I've known most of the neighbors for years. We look out for each other."

"Yeah? That's good. I'm glad you have someone, at least." Those beautiful eyes were fixed on her mouth, making her lips tingle. She had the curious sensation they were having two conversations, one aloud, one silent.


Desire fluttered in her belly. Her fingers flexed. She itched to run her lips over the golden-brown skin of his throat...taste him. Breathe in his spicy male scent. Already she recognized it. She could be in a pitch-black room and she'd know it was Jace.



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Rise of the Fire Witch by Lisa Carlisle

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Roman, Commander of the Stone Sentries, is on high alert as he patrols from a Boston rooftop. The eclipse of the red Supermoon bodes danger. When a blast of dark magic soars past him, he tracks a beautiful, mysterious woman... Is she dangerous? Or is she in danger?


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What troubled the brunette? An instinct to protect her kicked in. The pull toward her was compelling, a sensual onslaught that overpowered him.

Remember why you're here.

Roman stepped back, both mentally and physically separating himself from the woman, and shielded himself behind the bar. That compulsion was one he'd never experienced, and not knowing what it meant bothered him all the more. All the uncertainty about tonight had him on edge.

Turning away, he gulped in the cool night air. It invigorated him for only a moment. What hit him next almost knocked him off his feet--a sudden whoosh of energy. It blasted past him with immense force and power, indicative of dark magic.

A gut feeling made him turn to locate the brunette, and he scrutinized her. He sensed something unusual about her than the other humans on the roof. Was she the source of that dark magic? He opened a mental link to communicate with Arto.

There's a woman on the roof I'm going to keep an eye on.

Is she in danger? Or is she dangerous? Arto asked.
Good question. That's what I plan on finding out.