Friday, August 3, 2018
Wednesday, August 1, 2018
NEW RELEASE: Bitten by Midnight (Midnight Mississippi, Book 4) is here!
Bitten by Midnight
Midnight Mississippi, 4
Kane doesn’t much like the idea of becoming a member of the King’s Guard through default. He’s much more interested in remaining on the taskforce he’s already on—an elite group of Midnight police who hunt the things that nearly killed him twenty years before.
The things that did kill his entire family. And left him as a Halfling vampire.
He’s vowed to destroy every vampire in Midnight, eager for vengeance.
During one of the taskforce's raids—the one that garnered him his berth as a guardsman—he comes across a man bitten all to hell by the vamps. Kane instantly recognized him as a mate. The king’s uncle, Ralnur, is close to death when Kane carries him from the nest, terrifying an already shaken Halfling.
Seeing a mate as a weakness, Kane refuses to make the claim—but he will save the man’s life the only way he knows how. By making Ralnur the very thing he hunts.
As he runs from the attraction he feels, fate steps in and hurtles him into a meeting with his second mate. He’s assigned to protect the researcher tasked with finding out who turned the king’s uncle into a vampire.Kane refuses to endanger Ralnur and Caelian by bringing them into his life and the battle he wages against the undead.
No matter how much the instinct demands he mark them with his bite.
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Caelian sat across from him. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”
Kane smiled.
“Both my parents were mixed race. My mother was Nymph, Human, and Fae. My father was Elvish, Human, and Witch. I’m basically a mutt, but mostly Human. Impure blooded and not accepted by any of them.”
Kane winced. He understood being ostracized. Many residents of Midnight didn’t care for vamps. And the combos explained a lot. Caelian was much too tall to be all Elf and too good looking not to have a little Fae blood. Witch made sense with those wards. The nymph part was interesting. Could be why the guy was showing off his body and throwing come hither looks over the table as he made his plate.
Come hither looks were going to become harder and harder to ignore as the night progressed.
“So, how do you do it?”
“Do what?” Kane asked as he made his plate.
“Not drink blood.”
Kane sensed the amulet sitting on his chest. “Ancient secret.”
“Oh come on!” Caelian lowered his plate to the table. “I said I’d share if you did.”
“I didn’t agree to those terms,” Kane said before lifting a bit of the stew to his lips. “Oh, damn. That isgood.”
Caelian watched him for a moment. “I didn’t know Halflings ate real food.”
“We don’t eat. Much.” Kane eyed him. “Just enough to get by.”
Caelian didn’t respond. Nor did he say much as they ate. Kane packed it in, his hunger monumental. He could feel the elfling’s stare on him as he ate. Once they were done and had cleaned up the mess, Kane noted it was nearly eleven.
“What time do you usually get up and head over to the archive?” Kane asked.
“About seven,” Caelian said. “The walk’s not far from here.”
“I suppose you should get some rest then,” Kane said, looking around. “I can head outside and guard the door while you sleep.”
He rose from the table and headed toward the door.
“Don’t go,” Caelian said, rising.
As Kane turned around, he watched the towel drift to the floor. His stare moved down, and he got the first look at his elf.
Allof his elf.
Caelian was… gorgeous. And Kane wanted to lick every square inch of the man. More than once. Caelian’s hard cock jutted before him, leaking a tiny bit of jizz.
“Stay,” Caelian murmured. “I’d rather notbe alone.”
Kane felt his cock screaming its approval of that idea. He took a step closer, need propelling him forward.
Mine.
Kane lifted his stare away. I can’t touch him.
I’m here to guard him. Protect him. I can’t do that in his bed.
He dragged his gaze away, willing himself enough strength to say no. “I’ll be just outside.”
Kane could see the disappointment in Caelian’s golden gaze.
Don’t worry, Caelian. I’m just as disappointed.
He moved outside the doors, the soft click of the knob a welcome sound. His body raged under that golden armor of his, his heart slamming against his ribcage.
A heartbeat.
Hunger.
Lust.
What the hell is happening to me?
Don't forget Bitten by Midnight is technically the FIFTH book in the Midnight series... Theirs by Midnight 3.5 continues Adriel, Eilam, and Noah's story after Dead by Midnight
Sunday, July 29, 2018
Sunday Spotlight - Fit to be Tied by Stormy Glenn
coming August 2018
DEA Agent Dan Wilson was just looking for a place to rent. He had no idea that it would bring him the love of his life. When he rented a room in an old Victorian just blocks from work, trouble started the very first day. For one, the guy who rented the room to him wasn't the owner. Waking up in bed with Terry wasn't the worst morning he'd ever had, but learning he had been taken for a fool kind of was.
Terry Iverson is incensed when he learns one of his tenants rented out his bedroom to a stranger, the bedroom he'd lived in his entire life. Of course, if he was going to choose someone to share a room with, it would be the handsome DEA agent. It would be great if he was gay, but Terry was a little too afraid to ask. He was the guy's landlord after all.
When someone starts messing with Terry's life, going from making false accusations of sexual harassment against him to trying to kill him, worrying about dating his tenant seems minor in comparison. If he can make it out of this alive, he just might see if the sexy agent was interested in something more than being roommates.
EXCERPT
Terry groaned as he stretched his legs as far as they would go and flexed his toes. He must have slept forever. He felt better than he had in a very long time. He didn't even remember having any nightmares last night. It wasn't often that he went the whole night without at least one nightmare waking him.
Despite the wintery conditions outside, he was toasty warm. The blankets all wrapped around him and the warm solid body behind him. Terry yelled as he jerked and rolled off the bed, landing on the floor with a solid—and somewhat painful—thud.
There shouldn't be a warm body anywhere near him.
A head appeared over the edge of the mattress. If he hadn't been so freaked out, Terry probably could have enjoyed the amused smile on the man's handsome face, but as it was... "Who in the hell are you and what are you doing in my bed?" Terry snapped.
The arched eyebrow was aggravating.
"I'm pretty sure I should be asking you that question," the stranger said. "I believe you are in my bed, not that I mind, but..."
"Look—" It wasn't until he stood and the man's eyes roamed over him that Terry remembered he was naked. He quickly pulled the top blanket off the bed and wrapped it around his hips. His face flamed. "Look, this is my room. It has been my room since before I was born. You're the trespasser here."
The man frowned. It was the first sign that he'd shown that something might be wrong. Apparently, he was used to naked men waking up in his bed. "Hey, I rented this room fair and square. I have a rental contract and everything."
Terry narrowed his eyes. "What rental contract?"
The guy stared for a moment before rolling to the other side of the bed. Terry caught his breath when the man stood, the blankets sliding away as he started across the room. Had there ever been a more perfect ass ever created? Terry didn't know what this guy did for a living, but he could make a mint as an underwear model.
And, apparently, he wasn't shy. After grabbing something out of his jeans, he walked right back. Sweet mother mercy, the front was just as perfect as the back. Terry was pretty sure when God was handing out dicks, this guy got in line twice. Maybe three times. Nice and long, and just thick enough to make someone really feel it.
Damn.
It really had been a long time.
"I signed that when I rented the room two days ago."
Terry regretfully tore his eyes away from Mr. Perfect Dick and stared down at the papers in his hand. It took his befuddled brain a few moments to understand exactly what he was looking at, but once he did, he was pissed.
"Keith rented this room to you...uh..." I glanced at the paper. "Mr. Wilson?"
"Daniel, please, or Dan, and yeah. Is that a problem?"
"Yes. It's my room." Hell, it was his house. "Keith doesn't have the right to rent you anything. He's a tenant. I'm the owner."
"Oh."
"Did you give him any money?" Terry asked as he handed the rental agreement back to Dan.
"First and last month's rent plus deposit. About fifteen hundred dollars."
"Damn it." Terry started to head for his dresser to grab some jeans when he realized his dresser was not where it was supposed to be. It was light enough out that he didn't need a light to look around, and when he did, something cold and sick clenched in his gut.
"Where is my stuff?"
"I don't know, man," Dan said. "The place was empty except for the bed when I got here."
Terry fisted his hands, aching to wrap them around Keith's throat. "I'm going to kill him."
That was my bed.
"Uh, this might be a good time to mention I'm a DEA agent."
That surprised Terry enough that he turned to look at the guy. "You're that new DEA agent that moved to town, the one who works with Mike?"
Dan nodded.
"I thought you were staying in one of Chester's apartments?"
"I was, but it was only temporary until I found another place." When Dan waved his hands around the room, Terry saw the cardboard boxes he hadn't noticed before.
He thrust a hand through his hair. "This is so fucked up."
"Hey, man, I'm sorry. I didn't—"
"No, no. It's not your fault. You didn't know."
"I can have my stuff packed and out of here in a couple of hours."
"No, don't do that." Geez, this whole situation was fucked. Terry couldn't kick Dan out into the cold. "You rented this place on good faith. I'm not going to kick you out because my bonehead tenant decided to cash in on your ignorance."
Dan raised an eyebrow. "Want me to shoot him?"
Terry chuckled. "Let's get your rent money from him first. If he doesn't fork it over, then you can shoot him." Terry tried not to look directly at the beautiful naked man as he waved a hand toward him. It wasn't easy. "Why don't you get dressed and we'll go track Keith down."
"I must be losing my touch." Dan chuckled as he turned to grab his jeans. "Beautiful naked man in my bed and he tells me to put my clothes back on."
"Uh..." Terry didn't really have a good response for that.
He turned and went into the bathroom where he remembered undressing the night before. It made his skin crawl to put his dirty, bloody uniform back on, but what other choice did he have? He had no idea where his stuff was.
By the time he got back to the bedroom, Dan was dressed.
Too bad.
Friday, July 27, 2018
Wednesday, July 25, 2018
COMING SOON - Bitten by Midnight (Midnight Mississippi, 4) by Kelex
The book that wouldn't end is nearing completion! Release had to be pushed back a couple of times because the story just grew and grew (and grew...)
Bitten by Midnight is slated for arrival on Aug 1, 2018.
While you're waiting on Bitten, make sure you're caught up on the Midnight series!
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Sunday, July 22, 2018
Sunday Spotlight - Marie Medina and Caressed by Shadow
Welcome Marie Medina back to Sunday Spotlight! She's sharing a bit from Caressed by Shadow, the third book in her the Veiled Court series.
Bastiel hasn’t left his own realm to visit the Veiled Court since he was a child. But when he learns he’s fated to the youngest prince, Rory, he resolves to make peace with the Fey of the Light, despite the prejudice he knows he might encounter in the Veiled Court.
Rory didn’t expect to be fated to a man, much less to the King of the Dark Fey. Bastiel introduces himself as if there is no question that they are perfectly matched, but Rory can’t accept that. They don’t know each other at all, and their union would throw the order of both their realms into chaos.
Enchanted from his first glimpse of Rory, Bastiel refuses to give up. Rory has no choice but to face his confusion and misgivings head on, and decide if the pull he feels to Bastiel is worth all the risks and uncertainty that come with it.
Rory felt a jolt of energy run up his spine. Not a chill so much as a tingle of some kind. The wind picked up, and it seemed as if everyone had gotten quieter. He carefully set a few apples in the basket and glanced around. Everything seemed fine, but he stopped when he saw a man dressed almost entirely in black heading toward him. The man had long black hair that shone in the sun and whipped in the wind. His intense gaze fixed on Rory, and he smiled.
Rory smiled back, even though he had no idea who the man was. Yet as he drew closer, Rory felt his power. He was someone important, and Rory wiped his hands on his trousers as he straightened up and turned toward the man.
“Are you Rory?” the man asked, his voice low and deep.
“Yes.” Rory swallowed, feeling nervous suddenly. “I feel as if I should know you, but I don’t.”
“We’ve never met before, but I’m very pleased to finally do so.” One arm folded over his chest, the man bowed low. “I’m Bastiel, King of the Dark Fey.” He straightened up and came closer. “And you, sweet prince, are my cariad.”
Rory blinked as he looked up at the man who was almost as tall as his oldest brother. As an excuse to put some distance between them, he backed up and imitated the king’s low bow. “It’s an honor to meet you, Your Majesty.”
Bastiel smiled and eliminated the distance Rory had put between them with two long strides. “I know you must be surprised, but please don’t be afraid of me. I know rumors about our realm are rampant here.”
“I’m not af-fraid. Of course n-not,” Rory said, cringing inwardly at the way his voice shook.
Bastiel reached out and cupped his cheek. “You’re as handsome as your older brother, but with a marked difference. A beauty all your own. The way your hair curls. And such rich brown eyes.” His thumb stroked Rory’s cheek. “I think you’ll have me wrapped around your finger in no time.”
Rory couldn’t do anything but stare. His brain refused to move forward, and his tongue didn’t seem to work at all anymore. His breathing had quickened, and he swallowed, trying to get it under control. The king’s hand was warm and strong, and Rory actually thought he could feel the man’s power flowing into him.
Friday, July 20, 2018
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