NEW RELEASE: Quarter 'til Midnight (Midnight, Mississippi, Book 2)

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Garret and Solomon have had a love-hate relationship for years. Solomon loves getting under the lion shifter’s skin and Garret hates how easily the dragon does it. One night at the local pub brings them nose to nose again, while celebrating the recent matehood of Reese, Theis, and Colm.

By the end of the night, the pair are heading out into the human world, on a mission for Reese, to check on his exiled friends.

Regardless of the mind-wiping the Midnight transit authority attempted, Hart remembers his time inside the paranormal world—however brief it was. He also knows someone’s missing. Unwilling to leave Reese behind, he must return to Midnight at any cost.

He just didn’t expect to arrive there kicking and screaming, tossed over someone’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

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Hart was back in Midnight. Well, the station they’d arrived in by train before unceremoniously being dumped back out in the human world—without Reese. The place was as loud and chaotic as it had been the last times he’d been there. Lines queued up, filled with a bevy of paranormal entities—though he struggled to see things from his upside down view.

Blood rushed to his head, making his ears ring. Hart beat against the strong back of the man holding him. No matter what he did, he couldn’t break free from the iron band of an arm holding him.

His whole body shook, his mind a riot.

Something akin to need raged within him and he couldn’t understand it.

He forced himself to grow calm and listened to a conversation the man holding him was having.

“What do you mean, he remembers?” a deep voice asked.

Hart lifted his head and caught a dark-skinned man’s eye.

His golden eyes. They glowed when he stared at Hart. Just as the other man’s had glowed blue outside. This man was… just as handsome. But it was more than that… Hart felt drawn to the man, just like he’d felt an odd connection the one now holding him.

He sucked in a breath, mesmerized by the sight of those eyes.

“Let me down,” he commanded after a moment.

Hart was lowered to the floor. He spun to face the two men, watching them carefully. “Where’s Reese?”

“Safe,” the dark skinned man said.

“And you expect me to believe that?”

“I can bring him here to show you,” the man answered, the thick, rich sound of his voice giving Hart goose bumps.

“No,” the other man said, the man who’d abducted him.

“Why not? What are you hiding?” Hart demanded.

“That wasn’t part of the job,” the man hissed to the one with glowing, golden eyes.

“Neither was bringing him back into Midnight, I’d assume,” the dark man growled back.

Re-Release of Chained to the Tiger's Bed by Kelex

As some of you know, I had a couple of books published with All Romance E-Books before they went belly-up and absconded with all our money.  Yeah, I'm still feeling pretty damned salty and putting a hex on that bitc...woman... every time I think about her.

So, for all of you guys who already purchased this book, thank you and NO, there's nothing different between this version and the last.  It simply needed a new publisher and a re-release for folks who might not have grabbed it the first time around.

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Kel

When Dylan Howell is handed over to a ruthless tiger to pay his father’s business debt, he’s sure his life is over. He won’t be used and abused as a sexual slave to the shifter, no matter how much he craves Jameson Ravensworth’s touch.

Jameson knows the omega lion is his from the minute the male walks into his office. The money means nothing to him, not when something he desires more is offered up to him. What’s ten million to a multi-billionaire, anyway?

Dylan struggles to fend off Jameson and his wicked lusts. The lion soon learns the depths of Jameson’s dark delights as well as senses his own depravity. As his body is tormented, he grows closer to the tiger, but how can he fall in love when he’s owned body and soul? 

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“I think I have been more than lenient as it is,” Jameson answered. If he didn’t collect on his debts, he would appear weak. While he had no need for the money lent to Xavier, he’d be penniless if he allowed situations like this to be ignored. Either he had the might to get back what was his or he lost all credibility.

“I will get your money to you. I need more time.”

“I’ve been listening to your broken promises for far too long. I want what’s mine. Now. Not later. You have until midnight tonight.” He paused, savoring the moment. “Or I take control of what’s yours tomorrow morning.”

“There is no way in hell I can get you ten million in gold by the end of the night.” Xavier frowned, his eyes moving back and forth in their sockets as if his mind sought for some solution to his quandary. “I’ll give you something in trade.”

“If you had anything that valuable, you would’ve already leveraged it to get the money you asked me for.”

“It’s not that simple,” Xavier huffed.

“So what do you have that’s worth anywhere near ten million?”

Xavier lifted his gaze. “My son.”

Jameson sucked in a breath, shocked the man would offer up his own son as repayment. “I do not trade in flesh.”

“My youngest son—Dylan—is an omega. You can hold him until I bring your gold to you.” Xavier blanched even whiter. “And use him as you see fit until I do.”

The words hung heavily in the air as Jameson snarled at the man.

When he’d first been brought into the world of shifters, sexual slaves were commonplace. Omegas had been treated as a commodity, fathers selling their sons and daughters to fulfill debts or make alliances within and outside their own prides. It went out of practice at the dawn of the last century, but was still known to happen on occasion.

Jameson had never before accepted a living being as payment nor would he. “No.”

“You must meet him,” Xavier said, walking to the door.

“I don’t need to—”

Xavier was whipped into a frenzy, not hearing Jameson’s words. He flung open the door and waved his hand to urge someone closer.

“Xavier, no,” he spat as Christof crossed the room to stop the man.

But it was too late. The young man was ushered into the office by his father. He lifted his pale gaze.

Heat slammed into Jameson the second their eyes met. The air was knocked from his lungs as his heart beat rapidly, thundering in his ears. Body tense, he had to sit down so as not to broadcast his thickening cock. Sitting was a sign of weakness. A growl rumbled up his throat as he eyed both men.

“Jameson, my son.” Xavier glanced at the young man. “Say hello.”

Xavier’s son frowned at his father, sensing something was wrong. He turned and met Jameson’s stare again. “Hello,” the omega said, his voice low.

Low, yet it still rippled down Jameson’s spine, spiking the lust growing within.

Christof turned and looked to Jameson.

One shake of his head and both men would be tossed from his office. He lifted a hand, stilling Christof.

Jameson stared up and down the omega’s body, tracing every detail he could see. The man wore a suit much like his father’s—off the rack, but well made. The dove gray color reminded Jameson of the morning jackets he’d once been fond of, a lifetime or two ago. A tailored suit would fit his lean body much better and allow Jameson a better view.

I’ll buy him suits to fill room upon room—for when he’s not in my bed.

The thought shocked him to the core.

He drew in an unsteady breath as Xavier closed the door. The breeze of air crossed over the omega and made its way to Jameson. He drew in the scent. Unable to stop himself, he purred slightly. Heat flamed his face at the sound and it grew even hotter when he saw the slight hitch of Xavier’s lips.

“Perhaps he is worth ten million after all,” Xavier said in a low voice.

Jameson stared the man’s son up and down, knowing that, once in his grasp, the male would never leave. Thoughts were racing through his mind, thoughts he never imagined would come to him. He despised the practice of offered servitude, yet here he was unwilling to let the young lion escape him.

Whatever it takes.

COMING SOON -- Chained to the Tiger's Bed Re-Release

Returning Soon!

After one of my publishers closed, this story is coming back to life with Twisted E-Publishing in early March 2017.

I've also added the extra scene originally posted on the old publisher's site.

COMING in OCTOBER! Chained to the Tiger's Bed

What’s ten million to a multi-billionaire, when he wants someone worth much more? 

When Dylan Howell is handed over to a ruthless tiger to pay his father’s business debt, he’s sure his life is over. He won’t be used and abused as a sexual slave to the shifter, no matter how much he craves Jameson Ravensworth’s touch.

Jameson knows the omega lion is his from the minute the man walks into his office. The money means nothing, not when something he desires more is offered up to him. 
  
Dylan struggles to fend off Jameson and his wicked lusts. The lion soon learns the depths of Jameson’s dark delights as well as senses his own depravity. As his body is tormented, he grows closer to the tiger, but how can he fall in love when he’s owned body and soul? 

Warnings: Anal sex, anal play, sex toy use, BDSM, bondage, punishment, spanking, flogging, submission, forced seduction, rimming, enema play

Releases from All Romance E-books on October 1, 2016
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Weeks on a train had an ill effect on Jameson’s body. Between the horrid food and the constant noise, he was happy to finally see his trip come to an end. He rose from his seat and stretched his fatigued limbs as the car he’d been imprisoned in slowed to a stop. The British East India Company had built this rail line to export their Indian goods back to the United Kingdom, not to transport passengers—although, from what Jameson had been reading, they had been bringing a number of troops to the savage land to quell the numerous uprisings of late.   

The bellman assigned to him for the trip opened the door at the front of the car. Stewart, while unused to serving gentlemen, had been quite adept at his job. Jameson knew he would not have handled the journey as well had it not been for the man.   

“My lord, I have been told there will be a gentleman awaiting you at the station to show you to your father,” Stewart said. “I will have one of our men take your baggage to his manor.”   

Jameson clasped Stewart on the shoulder. “I thank you for your continued assistance. My journey would’ve been arduous without it.” Stewart smiled and bent slightly at the waist before urging him forward. Jameson followed the man outside the car and stepped down onto solid ground for the first time in far too long. His calves shook… his whole body did. The vibrations of the train still moved through his body with each step he took.   

“Lord Jameson Ravensworth?”   

Jameson turned at the sound of his name, spoken with thickly accented English. A tall, dark-brown-skinned man eyed him with curious golden eyes. He wore a tunic embroidered with a thread almost the same color as those eyes—as well as a turban of a similar shade. It was a stark reminder Jameson was no longer in England. There would likely be more interesting sights to behold along this voyage. A smile came to his lips at the thought of it all. “I am he.” 
  
“Follow me,” the man said, turning.  

Jameson watched as the man quickly turned tail and left him. Thanks to a long and even gait, Jameson was quickly left behind. He placed his top hat on before trailing to catch the man. After walking through a gated door and out onto the street, he felt a stabbing pain to the back of his head…   
Just before darkness captured him.   

****   

Jameson awoke, his head throbbing painfully. He opened his eyes to the barest of light and it still hurt unbearably. After a few minutes, he realized he was lying on a collection of silk pillows that seemed to fill the floor about him. More silk hung from the rafters and drifted down, billowing in the evening breeze. At least, he thought it was evening from the pale light filtering in through those drapes. 
  
“Jameson Ravensworth.”   

Jameson turned his head too quickly. Pain radiated from the base of his skull, making him clench his teeth. When he was finally able to focus on who had called his name, he saw the same man from the train yard.   

“What have you done to me? Where am I?”   

“Your questions will be answered soon enough,” the man said. “Follow me.”   

Jameson frowned. “The last time I did that, it did not go well.”   

The man spun to face Jameson. “You have questions, I have answers—but you must come.”   

Jameson sat there a moment, trying to consider his alternatives. He had no idea where he was, or of a means of escape from the room. Information was needed, so it was best he opened his eyes and ears and followed the man. He rose, his head swimming as he reached full height. “Lead the way.”