Lark Davies has put her heart and soul into her bakery. She loves spending her free time at the Harris Ranch. The ranch occupants are werewolves, but they are family. When Devon Harris appears they clash. There is something intriguing about him. She’s known werewolves have existed for some time, but she never knew just how dangerous their world was.
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Tumbling into bed with her best friend was her first mistake. Falling in love with him was the second. Aspirations of making it into med school mean that Hannah has no time for a relationship with sexy football captain AJ. Fate has another idea.
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Cian DeMarco is a talented musician—and a vampire. He’s content living the single life in San Francisco playing with his band at Club Royal each weekend…until he meets a human woman he can’t resist. The scent of Magdalena’s blood has him completely undone, and he begins to question his felicitous existence when his desire for her grows out of control. Get an EXCERPT - use the link below!
Josh Barrett knows his priorities—reporting the news by day, drinking himself into a self-loathing stupor by night. His workaholic tendencies can’t completely mask the horrific night that changed his life forever … until a beautiful, sexy, and utterly mysterious woman enters his life and changes everything.
Lane DeMarco is a broken vampire plagued by a horrific past that makes intimacy and trust impossible. His passion for playing music is the only thing satisfying enough to curb his insanity...until Vanessa shakes his life up harder than the San Francisco earthquake. She’s smart, sexy, headstrong, and his desire for her could spiral out of control…except she is a witch. The same witch who once cast a nasty spell on him. Get an EXCERPT - use the link below!
Preston Knight—Elvis to his friends—loves being a vampire. The night he was turned was the first step to him becoming the kind of man he always hoped to be. Now, he’s a rock star. What could be better? But the one thing that would make his world complete is just out of reach. The woman he yearns for has some serious secrets, and despite him knowing that she wants him just as much as he wants her, she won’t let him in... Get an EXCERPT - use the link below!
Gage McAllister, the oldest vampire in The Lost Boys Rock Band, tries to stay away from the brave young woman who helped him recover from a debilitating stab wound five years ago. She reminds him of his past love and he vowed centuries ago to never go down that path again. Only he's constantly drawn to her. It's as though some invisible force keeps pushing him in her direction -- and his need to protect her is overwhelming. Get an EXCERPT - use the link below!
Dante.. I'm a trained assassin. Enlisted by the Fae Corps and instructed to kill. There is no place in my life for a fated mate! Then Gia crashes into my life. Flashing eyes, luscious lips that beg to be kissed. One whiff of her sugary scent and I know she is...
"Why didn't you tell me that you were a virgin?' Heat flushes my cheeks. "Thanks for pointing out the obvious. " I fling my arm over my eyes and flatten my lips. You have to admit it's a surprise, especially after the way you responded to me at the bar". "So sorry to disappoint." "You're sorry?" His tone is harsh. I cringe and pull my shoulders back, trying to put some distance between me and him. Good intentions. But impossible, given the man is all but plastered to me. "Yeah you heard me. Sorry I am not more experienced." I mumble half to myself. "Sorry that I did not sleep with any of my fellow recruits at the Bureau, sorry that -," He grabs my arm and wrenches it away from my face. "Don't you dare say that and if you sleep with anyone else, I'll...I'll…" His chest heaves. His color is high. His eyes blaze at me. He looks like... a man possessed. A fierce emotion twists my gut. "You're angry?" "Angry?" His voice lowers to a growl, "That’s an understatement." I blink, trying to form my thoughts into words, then give up. He pins back his ears which I swear have elongated further in the last few seconds. "I am your first, do you know how that makes me feel?" He bares his teeth and his canines drop. "Umm, good?" My voice cracks. "What was that?" A vein throbs at his temple. That's not a positive sign, is it? I clear my throat. "It makes you feel... good?" He leans in close enough for our eyelashes to kiss, "It makes me want to tie you down and make love to you until you can't walk straight for days...” Every muscle in his body seems to go rock-hard. "I want to fuck you until there is no other thought in my mind but you. Until I can't scent anything but the tanginess of your arousal. Until there is no skin that separates us, just a melding of the flesh, of the spirit… of ourselves-" His words send a primal thrill racing down my spine. My breath comes in my pants. My heart beats so hard I am sure its going to jump out of my chest. I wind my arm around his neck and strain against him. "Do it, Dante I am begging him now, but I don't care. It's not like I have anything else left to hide. I swing my legs up and around him, then lock my ankles around his waist. I thrust my pelvis and the angle is just right. Just correct for him to slip in an infinitesimal millimeter further. The tendons of his throat shift. Sweat glistens on his forehead. "You are killing me, Starlight." "I don't want you to die, " I half smile, half sob. "I don't want to hurt you." The muscles of his shoulders solid. He begins to withdraw, and I tighten around him. I slip my hand down between us, to where he is still embedded inside me. Then I cup his balls and squeeze. He shudders, his thigh muscles go rock solid. "What are you doing?" Making sure you don't leave." " I won't leave you, amaya." My heart stutters. The words he mutters under his breath are so foreign, so unknown. My pulse quickens. Moisture gushes out from the core. "Promise"? I rake my nails over the rough skin of his dick. "I never lie" He grits his teeth. "And I never repeat myself." He grabs my arm and bringing it over my head, slams it into the bed. Then he sweeps his other hand under my waist. Raising my hips he thrust into me." I tighten my groin and hold back. Not yet, I can't. I can't take her yet. What are you not telling me?" She raises her gaze.
She tried to hide it, but I saw the sadness on her face, heard it in the words. “What happened?” I asked gently, lest I spook her yet again. She shrugged. I watched as she toyed with the stem of her wineglass, long, narrow fingers twisting the blown glass. I imagined those fingers touching me instead, and I pushed away the urge to glamour her. She was right; I could use the power of my will to bend her, to convince her to do whatever I wanted, regardless of her opinion in the matter. I could, but I didn’t want to. Where was the challenge in that? “Tell me,” I urged. “Please.” Christos, when was the last time I’d said please to anyone? I hadn’t needed to, not in many, many decades. Closing in on a century. As she sipped wine and apparently debated whether to open up to a perfect stranger who was, in fact, one of those vampires she feared, I watched the vein in her neck pulse, imagined sinking my fangs into it, could almost taste her blood mingled with the tannins of the wine. My cock swelled, and I shifted in my seat. This was not the right time nor place, and this was certainly not the right woman. Admittedly, seeking dinner—and a companion for the night—should have been part of the reason I’d joined the throng of revelers this evening. But that hadn’t been my objective. I hadn’t lied when I told her I disliked crowds, and there were plenty of other places I could have gone to find a meal and hopefully more than mediocre sex. I had heard whisperings, strange stories of unrest, of rogue vampires who threatened the sometimes uneasy peace my kind had with humans. While we considered ourselves stronger, better, and generally above humans in the food chain, the facts couldn’t be denied: We needed humans to survive. They carried our food in their veins; their blood sustained us. If we did not treat them with at least a modicum of respect, they could take away our direct link to our sustenance. It wasn’t uncommon, unfortunately, for some sort of battle to flare up between us and the humans every few generations, but I had no wish for it to occur on my turf and under my watch. I owned Chicago—at least the vampire covens who resided in Chicago—and they were required to play by my rules. While many considered humans to be playthings, I insisted they at least be willing playthings. So I had become obsessed with figuring out the source of these undercurrents, determined to squelch the problem before my calm, controlled city fell into chaos. As a result, I’d put off feeding, ignoring the hunger pangs, too focused on my latest project. Discovering Anya manhandled by those two pitiful excuses for human beings made me react before thinking. I’d saved the girl instead of accosting the bad guys. I should have been more concerned with capturing the assholes so I could drill them for information. Their presence, the comments about forcing her to become a blood courtesan, meant they were somehow connected to vampires. And more importantly, it meant someone was invading my turf. I sure as hell wasn’t about to let that happen.
“Don’t shoot. We’re out of bounds,” Blake said. Sydney lifted her paintball mask onto the top of her head. “What are you doing out here in the woods?” “Getting you alone.” She smiled and strutted toward him. “And what do you need me alone for?” His eyebrow arched, and a deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, making heat pool below her navel. His laugh had always had that effect on her. She stopped by a tree and dropped her mask on the ground before wiping the sweat from her brow. Blake closed the distance between them, leaning his rifle against the thick trunk behind her. A bead of sweat dripped from his hairline to his eyebrow, and he flicked it away with his index finger. “I needed you alone because I want to ask you to dinner without the rest of the crew wanting to tag along.” “You want to ask me to dinner?” She feigned surprise. If he hadn’t stepped up to the plate, she’d have taken the lead. She was tired of skirting around the edges of their desire. “I do.” “Like a dinner date?” She tried to fight her smile, but the curve of her lips was too strong. “Would that be all right with you, cher?” He inched a little closer, and the masculine scents of sweat and aftershave mixed with the earth and arbor, making her head spin. It was more than all right, but if she was going to change her path, he needed to be on the same one with her. “There’s something I need to tell you before I answer that.” He pulled away slightly, wariness drawing out his words. “I’m listening.” “I had another vision.” He held up his hands. “Whatever I’m going to do, I’m sure there’s a logical explanation. I have no intentions of hurting you.” “You’re not going to do anything.” She leaned her back against the tree. “I’m seeing a funeral.” She explained the visions of the closed-caskets and the psychedelic scenes they’d ended with. “Sean’s always there, and now he’s with Eric, Jason, and Trish. And the ends of the premonitions are just crazy. They’ve never been so abstract.” His mouth screwed up on one side as he processed her words. “I can think of a thousand different scenarios that could lead to a funeral. I don’t think our feelings for each other are going to kill anyone…do you?” “I honestly don’t know. I’ve run those thousand scenarios through my mind hundreds of times, and I can’t figure it out.” She chewed her bottom lip, her frustration gnawing in the back of her mind. Now he knew, but would that change anything? He set his jaw and nodded once. “Have you told anyone about this?” She shook her head. “I just don’t know what to do. I haven’t told anyone because I don’t know how to stop it from happening.” Other than pray that telling Blake about the vision would be enough to change the outcome. “Hey.” He glided his fingers across her forehead, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Thank you for trusting me.” She closed her eyes for a long blink, his tender touch sending warm shivers down her spine. “Given our history, if we’re going to start dating again, I thought you should know. If I slam on the brakes or start acting weird, you’ll know why.” He smiled, his gaze dancing between her eyes and her lips. “Are we going to start dating again?” “You did say you wanted to ask me to dinner.” “I did, and you still owe me an answer. So…” She licked her lips, soaking in the deep blue of his eyes. “I would love to have dinner with you. This is my night off.” He leaned toward her, his right hand reaching behind her, and she couldn’t help herself. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his. He froze on a quick intake of breath. Then she froze, the realization that he was not kissing her back causing her ears to burn. She pulled away, covering her mouth as he straightened, gripping the paintball gun in his hand. Oh, dear lord, what had she done? The heat from her ears crept across her cheeks toward the bridge of her nose, and she squeezed her eyes shut, hoping when she opened them she’d realize this had been another vision, and she hadn’t actually committed the worst faux pas she could think of. Alas, when she lifted her lids, Blake stood in front of her, chewing his bottom lip. Way to go, Syd. “You weren’t leaning in to kiss me, were you?”
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