A New Paranormal Erotic Romance- Wolf's Blade by Clare Dargin

Coming Soon- December 28, 2015 from Liquid Silver Books

Blurb:  

Samantha Dixon rescues a wounded wolf shifter in the woods near her home … and unwittingly gets drawn into a dangerous game of cat and mouse with a murderer. Callum Blake is on the trail of an evil man who would be king of all wolf kind, no matter the cost … it’s up to Callum to stop him. How can Callum fulfill his duty to protect his pack and save the woman who is destined to be his mate? Filled with passion, action, and suspense, Wolf’s Blade is Book 1 of Clare Dargin’s new paranormal romance series, The Paladins.

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Flight of Fancy by Stormy Glenn

Blurb

Eddie Jacks is on the run. He just wants to make it back home so he can pack his stuff before his ex-boyfriends comes after him. When he reaches his seat on the airplane, it’s occupied by a striking man with a broken nose. But there’s an air of mystery around the ruggedly handsome man that makes Eddie wish for things best forgotten.

Virgil Brown just wanted to make it back to Wolf Creek. After a particularly long and dangerous mission, he’s a little banged up and in need of some serious sleep. When a cutest guy he’s ever seen takes the seat next to him, Virgil is confused by the instant interest he has in the klutzy man.

Deciding to see where things go, Virgil discovers that there is more to Eddie than meets the eye. Not only is Eddie his mate, but the man has secrets even Eddie wasn’t aware of. When his ex comes for him, Virgil and Eddie have to trust that fate won’t tear them apart when they just found each other.



STORY EXCERPT

Eddie Jacks glanced down at his airplane ticket. Seat 3C. He glanced up at the big blue numbers on the overhead. Seats 3C and 3D were right next to each other. The only problem was that his assigned seat—3C—was taken.

“Um, excuse me,” Eddie said. He wanted to be polite as possible because the guy was huge and looked like he ate trucks for breakfast and he was in Eddie’s seat and Eddie wasn’t a truck. He didn’t want to take the chance. “I think you have my seat.”

Baby blue eyes the color of a robin’s egg looked up and pinned on him, piercing like the guy could see right into his soul. Eddie swallowed the sudden bout of fear that tried to crawl up his spine. He held up his ticket. “I’m 3C.”

His eyes rounded when the man’s large hands tightened on the arms rests until they crackled. “I could take the window seat if you preferred.” He didn’t like it, but arguing with this guy did not seem to be in his best interest.

The man just stared at him.

Yeah…“I’ll just put my bag away and—” He stifled his squeak just in time as the bag in his hand was taken and stuffed into the overhead compartment before the compartment door was slammed closed. “Thank you.”

The man stood back, a clear indication that Eddie was supposed to move past him and sit in the window seat. Eddie scooted into the narrow space between their seats and the row in front of them to the one by the window. By the time he sat down, the large man was taking the aisle seat once again.

Eddie snapped his seatbelt in place. He went to rest his hand on the armrest only to jerk back when he realized the man next to him was holding the armrest in an iron grip. Again. His knuckles were turning white. Again.

“Not a flier?”

Eddie pressed his lips and glanced away when those intense blue eyes turned on him once again. They were a little nerve-racking. Powerful. Eddie wondered if the man could read his mind? He sure stared hard enough.

Eddie raised the blind to look out the small oval window. His eyes rounded when the man reached over and pulled the blind back down in a hard jerky gesture.

Okay then.

He glanced at the guy next to him again. “Going on vacation?”

Okay, not a conversationalist. The sour glare he received could have scorched the hair off his toes. This was going to be a very long flight.

Eddie twisted his lips together. Waiting. He hated waiting. He especially hated waiting when there was nothing to do. He was almost thankful when the engines came to life with a roar and the airplane began to vibrate. He knew in a moment the airplane would taxi out to the runway.

As much as he didn’t mind flying, those few minutes when he was stuck practically vertical and slammed back in his seat as the airplane flew up into the air, scared the crap out of him. He held his breath the entire time, not beginning to breathe again until they leveled out.

As he drew life giving oxygen back into his lungs, Eddie noticed the death grip his fellow passenger had on the armrest. He reached over and settled his hand on the man’s arm. “Hey, it’s okay, we’re leveling out. We’ll be fine.”

When the man turned and looked at him, Eddie almost expected to receive another angry glare. He even started to lift his hand, cringing back in his seat so he made a smaller target.

Eddie was all about being a smaller target.

“Man was not meant to fly.”

Eddie blinked in bewilderment at the man’s words. His lips twisted at the corners before the laughter he was trying to hold in escaped in a giggle. He slapped his hand over his mouth when robin blue eyes narrowed at him.

“Sorry,” he whispered through his hand. “I didn’t mean to laugh. Honest. You just surprised me, is all.”

“Uh uh.” The man did not look convinced.

“What happened to your nose?” Eddie asked as he gestured to the white tape the man had over the bridge of his nose. “Did you trip? I trip all the time. My boy—” Eddie flushed equal parts embarrassment and shame—“My ex-boyfriend says I could get tangled up in air.”

The guy reached up and gingerly touched the bridge of his nose. The grunt of pain seemed to surprise the man as if he was shocked that it hurt when he touched it.

Very odd.

“I broke it,” he finally replied.

“Did you trip?” Eddie asked.

One very fine cinnamon brown eyebrow arched. “Yes, something like that.”

“Duke—he’s my ex—he says I need to pay more attention to where I’m going, although…” Eddie frowned as he slowly turned to look toward the front of the plane, “I guess he won’t be saying a whole about that anymore.”

Eddie still hadn’t decided how he felt about that. He was terrified of being under Duke’s thumb again, and terrified not to be. Duke had been his first kiss. His first boyfriend. His first lover.

His first everything.

Unfortunately, Duke had also been behind Eddie’s first beating, which was why he was on an airplane flying home by himself instead of in Paris on his honeymoon. Duke was probably still in Paris enjoying the honeymoon they were supposed to spend together with whatever new boy toy he had found to spend the night with. Eddie knew it sure as hell wasn’t going to be him. He might have put up with a lot of shit from Duke but he refused to be anyone’s punching bag.

“Why is he an ex?”

Eddie turned, a little astonished that the man sitting next to him was even speaking to him. He didn’t seem like the friendliest of types. “I thought we had flown to Paris to get married.” Eddie inhaled slowly, his breath shaky. “As I found out the hard way, Duke had no plans to marry me.”

“Then why take you to Paris?”

“I’m still trying to piece it all together but I’m pretty sure he was using me to smuggle something into the country.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I lost one of my travel bags. When Duke found out, he went ballistic. When the men he was meeting with found out that Duke didn’t have what they wanted, they…” Eddie pressed his lips together, unable to say what they did. He just couldn’t put it into words. “I decided to leave after that.”

“Did they hurt you?” There was enough of a growl in the man’s voice that it took Eddie by surprise and he found himself nodding, admitting to a stranger what he could barely admit to himself. “Want me to kill them?”


ADULT EXCERPT

Eddie inhaled sharply, his body going hot and achy in the time it took to open his eyes. He clenched Virgil’s shirt in his hand as a wave of lust swept through him stronger than a tidal wave. His entire body was one big erogenous zone, Virgil’s touch like a live flame along his skin.

He moaned as he pressed his aching cock against the muscular leg pressed between his thighs. The friction was…”Virgil,” his whispered on a broken breath. “Please.”

A full body shudder rippled through him when he felt Virgil’s hand slid down the back of his jeans, one finger pressing between his ass cheeks. Virgil’s gentle touch caressed his balls before moving to the round puckered hole that pulsed with need. Eddie tried to lift himself, separating his legs as he offered himself up to Virgil’s questioning fingers.

Eddie didn’t understand the all-consuming need sweeping through him. He had never needed to feel Duke touch him like he needed Virgil to touch him. He was pretty sure he would die if Virgil stopped. His cock was so hard it was on the verge of shattering. One good thrust of his hips and he’d blow.

Eddie’s eyelids dropped when the tip of Virgil’s finger breached his ass. His pushed his ass back, trying to get more, to get it deeper. His mind started to fog, the only thing clear was the need to come.

“Do you like that, baby?” The words were growled into Eddie’s ear, reminding him that he wasn’t alone in his pleasure.

Shame filled Eddie as he realized he had been so caught up in what he was doing, he had forgotten that Virgil was a living breathing person and not an all consuming force of nature bent on destroying his calm, peaceful world.

“Virg—ahhh!” Eddie keened when Virgil’s finger went deep, shoving past his tight ring of muscles and into his ass, rubbing that sweet, sweet spot deep inside that made his eyes cross.

“Lean up, Eddie.”

Eddie blinked slowly, his eyelashes sweeping over his flushed cheeks as he sat up. He stared down at Virgil in wonder, just barely able to make out the man’s strong features in the low light from the front of the first class seating area.

When he felt something brush his bellybutton, Eddie glanced down. He saw Virgil unbuttoning his pants and then pushing them down. He just couldn’t seem to process why it was needed. He couldn’t process why it wasn’t needed either so he didn’t fight it, not even when Virgil slid his shoes off and pushed his jeans down until they hit the floor.

 When he was pulled back down, Virgil settled him over his lap. Eddie’s legs fell on either side of Virgil’s hips. It wasn’t until he sat fully down that he realized Virgil had unzipped his own pants and Eddie could feel the man’s more than impressive cock pushing up against his naked skin.

“Virgil,” he groaned, shuddering when two fingers forced their way into his tight ass. The sensation rode the edge of pain, which made it all that much more intense. Virgil’s fingers moved fast, plunging in and out of his ass hard, fast, and oh so wonderful. Two fingers became three, and then four, and he felt so full.

And then something else pushed at his entrance, stretching it even more. Eddie’s breath stuttered, painfully, magnificently. His eyes locked with Virgil as the man pushed up inside his ass, one glorious thick inch at a time. By the time he felt Virgil’s balls nudge up against his ass, Eddie felt like his ass had been split in two.
Virgil was simply huge, long and thick and hard. And, oh god, Eddie could feel every delicious inch filling him to the brim. He had never been stretched so far. Ever thrust of Virgil’s hips sent the man’s cock deep. Every retreat scraped across his sweet spot.

Eddie’s senses rolled, each exquisite touch if Virgil’s hands on his body driving him further and further into ecstasy. His mind reeled, his body overloading. He was so close he could feel his orgasm biting at him, nipping at his flesh. His pulse pounded, thumping out a tempo that matched Virgil’s thrusts.

Virgil grabbed a fistful of his hair, forcing his head to one side. Pain erupted in Eddie’s throat, the agony crashing into pleasure so intense, Eddie forgot to breathe. Cum shot out of his cock and splattering over his abdomen as his body exploded into a million glowing stars.

Something swelled in his ass as Virgil growled around the bite of flesh he had in his mouth. Warmth filled his ass as Virgil found his release. Eddie floated in a cloud of pleasure unlike anything he had ever felt before. His body was pure liquid ecstasy. When Virgil’s thumb pushed into his mouth, Eddie sucked the moisture off, not caring in the least about the odd coppery taste when he heard Virgil’s deep groan.

When Virgil stopped biting him and licked at his skin, the sensation flittered along Eddie’s skin like a lover’s caress. A soft purring type of noise floated up to his ears. It was a strangely soothing sound, making Eddie melt into Virgil. When the man started rubbing against him, Eddie tilted his head, wanting the caress more than he wanted air.

“So good, baby,” Virgil whispered against his skin.

Eddie preened, wanting to bask in Virgil’s words but he was too tired. He just wanted to sleep. He snuggled his head into the crook of Virgil’s neck, drawing in the man’s heady scent even as he closed his eyes.
As he faded off to sleep, he heard two words murmured in his ear. They held no real meaning to him and yet he knew they were significant in some manner. Before he could question Virgil about them, he faded off to sleep, the words echoing in his mind.

“My mate.”

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Sneak Peek Sunday- WIP Untitled Shapeshifter Romance

Excerpt from the first book in my M/M erotic alternate universe shapeshifter romance....

Jaime shivered as the rain came down in torrents.  His body and hair soaked made him cold to the bone.  He pulled his drenched jacket closer to his body, cinching it across his chest instead of zipping it close hoping to conserve as much of his body's heat as possible.  He would have zipped it, but since the clasp to the zipper was broken, holding it close with his hand was about as good as he could do.  He glanced at his car one last time.  The small four door, looked like it belonged more in a junk yard than on an open road.  Rust ate holes through the front and back panels, while bald tires made the car sit squat on the gravel road.  A little over fifteen years old, the metallic blue sedan looked like it was on it's last leg.

“Just keep it together a little while longer,” he said stroking the hood. “And we'll be home free. I promise, I'll let you live out your remaining years in a coach-lot where you can hang out with the rest of cars, driving people around for a couple hours at a time.  You'll make new friends and will get cleaned up too.”

He stared at the rusting heap.  If he didn't know better, he would have thought it was shaking it's head in disbelief.  Of course, he didn't even believe that lie himself.  A hand-me-down from his parents, it had seen better days and was almost past salvaging.  He just needed for it to work a little while longer, just until he could get to the next province.  Then he'd give it to whomever would pay him the most for it.  It's not that he didn't care about the old car, he just desperately needed the money.

Large trees swayed in the wind as they canopied the winding drive that led away from the street.  Grabbing a small bag from the back seat, he locked the car door hoping to find help in the castle at the far end of the drive.  As he trudged through the mud, puddles in the road dirtied the hems of his pants further adding to his misery.  Jaime looked up at glanced at the castle in distance.  Resting on a hill overlooking most of the valley, it imposed its importance on the area.

He paused and scratched his head.  “I wonder if the Lord of the Manor is open to stranger's in his lands.”

Ever since the dividing up the territories between human and were's, each were weary of visitors in their lands.  They had been known to stir up trouble between the various provinces either to provoke a land war based by illegal squatting then by making false claims of ownership.  It's not that the various Lord Proprietor's didn't encourage emigration to their domains, the problem was some had grand notions of merging provinces that wanted to remain separate as in no were in his or her right mind wanted to be joined to a human province also known as a Free Land.  Called that by the early territorial governors now called Lord Proprietors just like the weres, their areas were deemed free because they were humans governing humans free from the were monsters who ran most of the regions around the world.

Purr-Fect For Her by Jane Jamison. Tigers of Twisted, Texas 1

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shape-shifters, public exhibition, HEA]

Kylie Honeyton witnessed a cold-blooded killing. The victim? No one she knows. The killer? Her boyfriend Frank, hit man for a crime organization. With Frank on her heels, she has no choice but to run.

Weretigers Heath and Braden Asher met Kylie at a bachelorette party six months earlier, but failed to find out her last name or where she lived. Their mistake haunts them until she suddenly appears on the road leading to the small shifter town of Twisted, Texas.

Kylie’s starting to like living in Twisted, even if the residents seem a bit odd. Yet when Heath and Braden reveal their secret, she’s not sure whether to scream or scratch them behind their ears.

A Siren Erotic Romance



STORY EXCERPT

She pushed through the door—when did it get so heavy?—and out into the hall.

She felt herself falling a moment after the toe of her high heel caught on the chipped tile floor.

Well, hell.

Funny how the floor seemed so close, yet she never hit it.

Instead, she stopped in midair, suspended for a moment. In the next second, she was quickly and thoroughly placed squarely on her feet again. Or, at least, as squarely as her muddled mind would allow.

Ooh, this feels nice.

Her body pressed against a firm surface. And yet, although it was firm, it wasn’t hard. Not like a floor or a wall would be. Instead, whatever she was leaning against felt very warm and very comfortable. And damn if it didn’t smell really good, too.

Good in a very masculine, very rugged way.

This is so not Asshole.

“Are you all right?”

Ooh, he sounds nice, too.

Deep and smooth, like the expensive scotch her father used to drink. She tilted her head and followed the sound of the voice.

Holy horseshit.

His face matched his voice. Strong, virile, and filled with testosterone. His dark hair, although a little short for her taste, framed the perfect face with wide-set soulful brown eyes, a nose with just enough crookedness to make it interesting, and full lips. Unthinking, she brushed the back of her fingers along the stubble running along his jaw, then sighed.

Oh, damn. Did I just sigh?

His mouth curved up at the sides, giving her an answer.

Pull yourself together.

She put her palms against his chest, and even through the denim shirt, she could feel his chest muscles. He was hard-packed like snow on a well-driven street. Wide shoulders tempted her to let her hands keep sliding upward, and with her resistance at an all-time low point, she did.

He feels even better than he smells.

But it wasn’t only about how he felt. It was the sensation coursing through her. Like she’d put her finger into a wall socket and gotten shocked good and hard. And yet, instead of a quick zap, the feeling kept traveling into her, down her body, radiating outward into her limbs until the tingling rippled along her fingertips. She was suddenly more alive than she’d ever been in her entire life. Yet, although her body was invigorated, her mind clouded over in an entirely different way that had nothing to do with alcohol. All rational thought evaded her as a rush of pure passion pushed everything else away.

Whoever this man was, she needed him. She craved him in a basic, instinctual surge of yearning that could never be put into words. He’d shaken her to her core, infusing her with a raw sexual power. At once, she wanted to fuck him and eat him alive.

She inhaled deeper, letting the richness flow through her, and tried to regain a little composure. It was an impossible task, and as his hands moved, traveling along her body until they cupped the roundness of her plentiful ass, she gave up trying to fight it. The front of his jeans pushed against her stomach, and she wondered if it was his belt buckle pressing hard into her stomach. Hopefully, the pressure came from a lower place, one not as unyielding yet just as firm.

She lifted her chin, her gaze catching his and holding it. All he had to do was bend just a smidge and everything she could ever want would be given to her.

To her delight, he did and, when his lips pressed against hers, she wanted to shout “hallelujah” to the heavens. At first, his kiss was hesitant, gentle, but in no way timid. Instead, she sensed he was teasing her, tempting her. His mouth was firm, yet pliable. His hands gripping her ass molded against her cheeks. She parted her lips enough to be clear about her invitation and waited for him to RSVP.

Once again, he didn’t let her down. He intensified his kiss, and her knees started to give out. He kept her from falling once more, holding her upright. He pulled her as close as possible, putting their bodies together like two pieces of a shattered plate magically coming back together.

His tongue slipped inside her mouth, giving her a delicious swipe of the taste of him. But he pulled it back too soon. She started to complain and groaned, but her groan soon turned to a pleased moan when he nibbled on her lower lip, sucking it in between his teeth. Her palms pressed against his hard chest, and she yearned to pull his shirt apart and discover the real feel of his flesh under her fingertips.

She didn’t have any shyness about sliding her hands back over the wonderful chest. Once at the top of the mountain, she slipped one hand down the middle of his shirt, headed down the slope toward the silver buckle of his belt.

A beautifully simple letter T adorned the buckle. She wanted to skim her fingers over the raised letter, feel its cool counterpoint to the warmth of him, then work her way down until she found his hottest spot of all.

His thigh found its way between her legs as he brought his hands around. One flattened against her back, urging her to push even harder against him. The other hand moved to her front, forming a protective cover over one breast. His thumb rubbed against her nipple, and she arched, telling him how much she liked his touch. Hoping he’d think her breast was large enough.

An image of her underneath him, his massive body hovering over hers, swept over her. He’d take her, sending her on a wild ride. He’d be her Dreamy Rider.

But how had he suddenly gotten four hands?


ADULT EXCERPT

“Tigers shifters, especially male ones, can be rough when having sex. Maybe too rough for most women.”

She would’ve sworn her heart skipped a beat. Frank had liked sex rough. Too rough. As much as she wanted to have sex with Heath and Braden, she had to wonder if she could handle it.

“And with two shifters, it’ll be even rougher.” Braden took hold of her T-shirt. “Like this.” Barely moving his arm, he tore the shirt from her.

She gasped as the material slid across her body and was gone. “That was…startling. But not anything to be afraid of.”

“No. It’s not.” Heath bent over her.

She inhaled, jerking away when he snagged her bra in his teeth and ripped the thin undergarment from her. Even if they weren’t scaring her, they were thrilling her. Her chest rose and fell with each rapid breath.

“Or this.” Braden tugged off her shoes and tossed them away. Then, with a wicked gleam in his eyes, he took hold of the top of her jeans.

He can’t tear it. It’s too strong. Too—

And yet, in the next moment, her jeans were gone, torn from her body as easily as he’d torn her shirt from her.

“Well, hell,” she whispered.

“You say that a lot.” Heath wiggled his fingers then hooked her panties and rid her of them, too.

“I do?” She’d never noticed. “It’s still not rough enough to make me not want you.” Never mind how hard she was breathing. Never mind the bit of fear snaking its way back into her.

“Maybe so.”

Braden’s hungry gaze set off a four-alarm fire in the pit of her stomach. Holy hell.

“But once we get turned on and get going, we won’t want to stop.”

“Even if I tell you to stop? Even if I demand that you stop?” She had a difficult time getting Frank to stop. Had, in fact, refused outright to have sex with him after the last time when he’d wanted to slap her ass with a thick paddle. And yet, the idea of Heath and Braden spanking her gave her the opposite reaction. She yearned for it.

Since meeting the Asher men, she realized just how wrong she’d been about Frank. She’d talked herself into liking Frank. Had, in fact, mistaken her need for affection for real love.

Because I trust them.

She hadn’t realized it before. At least not consciously, but now she did. She’d never trusted Frank enough to let him take complete control. But she did trust Heath and Braden. Enough to give in. Enough to let them take responsibility away from her. Enough to love them.

“We’ll stop, but it’ll kill us.”

“And we’ll have to get away from you as fast as we can.” Heath caressed her breast, fondling it and rubbing his thumb over her hard-growing nipple. “Our tigers won’t take it well.”

Should she be worried? And yet, still, she wasn’t.

“Don’t worry, Kylie. We’ll do what you want. We’re just saying it’ll be hard on us. But do what you feel is good for you.”

She smiled at Heath then reached for Braden. “I’m not afraid and I trust you. Now, are you two going to get busy or am I going to die from old age first?”

She barely had time to squeal when Heath picked her up, carried her across the room, and slammed her back against the wall.

They hadn’t been kidding when they’d said they were rough.

Amber flecks dotted his eyes, and a wickedly sexy smile curved his lips. “Baby, you’re going to have a whole lot of sex before you die of old age. We tigers get even hornier in our senior years.”

Oh, shit. In a good way. Oh, shit.

She tried to wrap her legs around him, but he shoved them away. Instead, keeping his grip under her arms, he pushed her, sliding her up the wall.

What the hell?

She sucked in a breath as he continued to push her, sliding his hands lower until he gripped her butt cheeks. Her pussy was dead level with his face. One glance down had her pussy weeping for his tongue.

Heath’s smile grew then was lost as he positioned her legs on top of his shoulders and buried his face between her legs. She let out a scream then slapped her hand over her mouth. Waking Davey at that moment would be a disaster.

Oh, hell, yeah.

She couldn’t squirm. Not in the position he held her in. But that didn’t keep the storm from pummeling upward from her pussy.

The man had a tongue on him that wouldn’t quit. He’d pushed her folds apart with his face and set to torturing her clit. Fast then slow, then fast again went his tongue. Around her folds, then slashing over her clit only to leave her dangling over the precipice as he pierced her sheath. His tongue was strong and long and knew exactly the right spot to hit.

She clutched her breasts, wanting his hands on her, and held on. She hung above him, several feet off the floor, and let him feast on her. Like a woman-eating beast, he devoured her.

Damn, but he’s good.

He’d added teeth to his arsenal of assault, nibbling at her folds, then teasing her clit with a bite. She cried out again, softer, then sought out Braden.

He stood a few feet away, his cock in his hand, his gaze hard on what his brother was doing to her. “Braden,” she whispered.

Would they take her one at a time? Or, better yet, together?

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Gavin Races To Find His Mate And Save Their Egg- Dragon's Egg by Rennie Leigh

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Consensual BDSM Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, capture, sex in partially shifted form, spanking, flogging, cropping, sex toys, HEA]

Blurb 

Life is simple. The only thing Sebastian Michael needs is a steady paycheck. Sebastian values his independence too much to let his secretive brother, Ed, pay his bills. He tried selling his paranormal romances with little luck. Looking for a steady job, he soon stumbles into a dragon's den pretending to be a BDSM club. Gavin Thorvald, the dragon lord and club owner, recognizes Sebastian as his mate and begins to woo the sweet human. Gavin worries about how to explain a dragon's reproductive cycle while Sebastian fears his past is catching up with him.

At the same time, hunters are attacking and Ed is taking an interest in Sebastian's new life. Just when Gavin has everything he wants, Sebastian is taken from him by the hunters. Gavin fears the worst as he heals from the hunters' attack. Once healed, Gavin begins a race against the clock to find his mate and save their egg.


A Siren Erotic Romance

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King's Command 2- Eastern Embrace by Olivia Black and Stormy Glenn

By the King’s Command…

Daimyo Akihiro Shimada didn’t have the hatred for humans that many of his kind did. It was a known fact that humans were weak. Every dragon knew that. When the king commands him to take a human as a mate, Akihiro is instantly smitten with Isei but fully aware that he must treat his mate with gentle care, even if his gut instincts say otherwise.

Isei Hironaka is a second son. He has no chance of ever being anything more than he is until he is forced to impersonate his brother at the King’s coronation ceremony. When the new king orders him to mate with a dragon, Isei is positive his ruse will be discovered. Mating to strengthen the bond between clan and clutch is one thing. Staying mated is an all together different story, especially when those around Akihiro and Isei believe dragons and humans have no business falling in love and they will do everything within their power to keep them apart.


General Excerpt

Isei Hironaka rubbed the back of his neck as he stared out the window into the black night beyond. The clouds had gathered, obscuring the moon and blanketing the entire world in shadows.

The ominous darkness reminded him of the hole he could feel himself sinking further into with each passing moment. It didn’t just come from the lack of sleep he had experienced the night before as he tossed and turned, unable to catch a wink of sleep, but from the nightmare his life had become.

He had been sick to his stomach ever since receiving the order from his older brother—and the leader of his clan—to pose as him for the coronation of the new king. Isei just knew someone was going to see him and know he wasn’t the daimyo. When he had tried to explain this to his brother, his ardent protests had fallen on deaf ears, or ears that simply didn’t want to hear what he had to say.

Since he arrived for the royal coronation, and for every social event he had been required to attend, Isei tried to hide in the shadows as he anxiously waited for someone to recognize him, to out him in front of the whole party of guests gathered to celebrate the crowning of a new king. He was going to be a basket case by the time the actual coronation arrived.

Luckily, Isei was saved from any embarrassment when he was finally able to excuse himself. He had rushed to the rooms he had been assigned as fast as was humanly possible and locked the doors behind him. He had to stay a few more days, attend a few more functions, but then he hoped to hurry home just as fast as he had hurried to his guest quarters.

Isei leaned his head against the cooling glass, staring out the window in the direction of his homeland. His heart panged with longing. He wanted to go home. Life might not be perfect back home, but it was a life he was used to. He knew how to behave to insure he stayed out from under his brother’s iron fist and watchful eye. On most days, sometimes even weeks on end, his brother didn’t even acknowledge he existed.

And then there were days like last week when he had been summoned to his brother’s chambers and informed of Yoshisada’s grand scheme to send Isei to the capital city instead of going himself. Yoshisada, apparently, had better things to do than attend the royal coronation of their new king.
Isei wanted to tell Yoshisada that his plan was a very bad idea, but after being warned of the consequences, he knew he wouldn’t breathe a single word to his clan leader. Daimyo Yoshisada Hironaka was not a forgiving man, even with his younger brother—especially with his younger brother. If Isei defied Yoshisada, he would be punished, most likely publicly whipped so others would know not to defy the powerful daimyo.

Still, Isei knew deep in the depths of his soul that lying to the king—even if he was a newly crowned king—was a very bad idea. If anyone ever found out, there would be hell to pay that not even Yoshisada could conceive of.

A loud knock at the door sent Isei’s already nervous body into a full-fledged tremble. Forcing himself to stand, Isei smoothed a hand down his colorful robes and walked toward the door. His tongue felt too thick for his mouth as he tried to lick his dry lips.

Opening the door, Isei stared at two extremely large royal guards. Oh no! They figured it out.

 “Can I help you?” he asked, his voice a tiny squeak. Isei knew instantly that he had made a mistake when one of the guards raised a questioning brow. Standing straight, he squared his shoulders and cleared his throat, taking on his older brother’s regal air. “What can I do for you, gentlemen?”

“Daimyo Hironaka, the king has requested your presence in the throne room.”

Isei swallowed down his panic and kept his facial features carefully blank. Maybe they didn’t know exactly who he was after all. “Now?”

“Yes, we’re here to escort you.”

“Of course.” Isei waved a dismissive hand in the air, mimicking an action he’d seen his brother perform many times over the years. “Lead the way.”

Isei wasn’t sure why the king wanted an audience with him, but he assumed, since the guards referred to him as Daimyo Hironaka, it was a good sign.

As he closed the door behind him, the guards took up positions on either side of him, and they started walking down the long stone corridor. He felt small compared to the giant dragon guards, but tried not to appear intimidated. He wasn’t Isei Hironaka at this moment. Instead, he was the leader of his people and he needed to remember that fact while in the presence of the king. It was important that he didn’t bring shame to his family. If anyone found out the truth, he could be banished, or worse.

With each step he took toward the throne room, Isei became increasingly paranoid and anxious. His stomach was one big knot. His eyes darted around the palace, looking at each face and hoping no one recognized him. His palms were moist, and sweat trickled down his neck and his heart beat rapidly, making him slightly dizzy.

When the large double doors that led into the throne room came into view, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to proceed. Should he turn on his heel and run? Was it possible to escape the royal guards?
Isei tried to keep his outward appearance calm as he fell apart on the inside. The doors opened, and he was ushered inside. There were two men inside the room—the king was sitting in his large golden throne atop a long dais. A man in long, flowing purple robes—Isei recognized him as the king’s advisor—stood to one side of the throne. Two heavily armed guards on either side of the dais.
Another man stood on the floor before the dais, his back to Isei.

Squaring his shoulders and drawing in a deep breath to stop his stuttering heart, Isei walked down the white marble-tiled floor toward the king. He kept his eyes focused on the floor, even though he felt the man’s eyes on him. A strange sensation passed over him, and Isei wondered if the hoax was up. Would the king punish him? Was this his end?

ADULT EXCERPT

“I’ve done this before,” Isei said, and quickly looked away as if embarrassed by his own words.

“With a dragon?” Akihiro found it slightly interesting how much that thought unsettled him, but only slightly. Mostly, he felt an overwhelming need to put his mark on the little human so that others would know he was taken.

He almost wished that Isei was a dragon so that he could fill the man with his seed and watch his egg grow inside of him. The three dots that would appear on Isei’s face if he was pregnant would tell the whole world of his claim.

“No,” Isei murmured.

“Then technically you are a virgin.” He snorted before opening the jar of lube. No human was up to the standards of a dragon when it came to intimate matters. They had no concept of what it meant to be claimed by a dragon.

Slicking up his fingers, Akihiro planted a large dollop onto Isei’s exposed hole before closing the jar. Using one finger, he circled the tightly clenched rosette, massaging the skin, until Isei relaxed his muscles. Applying pressure, Akihiro slowly sank one finger inside Isei’s body and paused, waiting for the man to allow him entrance. When the muscles around his finger relaxed, Akihiro moved his hand, pumping the digit slowly.

“Mmmm.” Isei let out a moan as he closed his eyes and started moving his hips, impaling his ass on Akihiro’s finger. It was the most beautiful thing Akihiro had ever seen—real and raw. “More…more,” Isei panted out, and the dragon obliged, adding another digit. “Oh, yeah.”

Akihiro stared at Isei in amazement as he mentally recorded the human’s facial features and sounds. Gone was the timid, quiet mouse, and in his place was a demanding nymph. It was incredible to listen to, and he hoped that he’d get to hear a lot more when his cock slid into the man’s tight little body.

He quickly added a third finger and then a fourth, scissoring them wide. Dragons were well-endowed, much more so than any human Isei might have encountered in the past, and the last thing Akihiro wanted to do was cause his mate any pain.

The beautiful man should only feel pleasure.

“Getting close…” Isei panted out, his cinnamon-brown eyes going a little wild.

Akihiro pulled his fingers free. He climbed off the bed for a moment and started removing his clothing, never once taking his eyes off of Isei’s face. He needed to see Isei’s reaction to what he was revealing.

As expected, the human’s mouth dropped open, his eyes flaring in surprise as he stared at the hard dick jutting out from Akihiro’s groin. His cock was different from the humans, not only in length and girth, but also because of the ridges, veins, and nubs that ran the length of his shaft. Akihiro himself was around ten inches in length and two in diameter. That was why he’d taken time to prepare Isei’s body to accept him.

With a thick coat of lubricant deep inside of the human’s ass and the added lube nature provided by Akihiro’s cumtube, he knew Isei would be feeling nothing but pleasure. The cumtube would inject his mate with added lubricant that would not only ease Akihiro’s way but would make Isei more sensitive to the small nubs that lined the length of his cock and the frills along the ridged tip.

Climbing back onto the bed, Akihiro leaned forward and placed a kiss on Isei’s lips. It started off gentle and exploratory as he moved his hands up and down the man’s chest, but soon the kiss turned into something wild with full tongue and teeth. They both were lost, touching and tasting, and Akihiro knew the man’s fear was slowly dissipating.

Lifting Isei’s thighs over his arms, Akihiro lined his cock up to Isei’s clenching entrance. He paused for a moment to catch his breath and rein in his excitement. Isei’s free hand automatically moved off him, wrapping around the headboard as his body tightened.

“Okay, I want you to push out as I push in, okay?”

Isei nodded as he tightened his hold, his knuckles turning white. Akihiro hated to see the fearful look in the human’s eyes, but he didn’t have any choice. They both needed to follow the king’s orders. There was no time to wine and dine, but later, Akihiro promised he would.

Slowly pushing forward, Akihiro breached him, the studded head of his cock pushing past the tight ring of muscles. Akihiro paused for a moment to give his mate time to adjust to his massive size then pushed forward.

“Oh,” Isei moaned. “It feels good.”

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