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Servant – Trials of Blood Book 1 by Rebecca Royce

Trials of Blood Book 1
USA Today Bestselling Author
Rebecca Royce


By the end of the day my best friends will all be dead….

I’m not very interesting. Most people just leave me alone. I’m poor and on my own more than I’m not.

Lately, however, I’ve caught the attention of five guys who I never expected to know. Rowan. Ace. Tanner. Griffin. Caesar. They are rich. Powerful. Gorgeous. Sometimes they set things on fire. And, they’re loaded with secrets they won’t tell me.
I think I want to know what they’re hiding. I’m wrong.

Once they share their truths with me, I’ll never be the same. It turns out, everyone is a servant of the darkness, whether they know it or not.

*The reader should be aware this is book 1 of 3. The happy ending comes with book 3. The heroine is stronger than she knows, the guys filled with depths they can’t imagine, and the heat will build from sweet in this novel to very intense by book 3. Please read accordingly. You have been warned.*

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This is a new series and from the first page I was hooked.

Maci works hard and studies in the library after school before heading to work. On this particular day five of the richest, most powerful, gorgeous guys in the school are there as well. Rowan, Ace, Tanner, Griffin and Caesar being loud and when Griffin throws a book at Tanner. Unable to help herself Maci tells them to stop. As a result of this Rowan apologizes but then they all join her at her table. Little does she know this encounter will change her life.

Although she’s only sixteen her mother frequently disappears, other times she has men at the trailer with her. Maci has managed not to be noticed most of the time and locks herself in her room. She only has one more year and with meticulous saving she was leaving this town forever. At least that was her plan.

Now this book we learn the guys have a big secret they were trying to keep from her, unfortunately circumstances change, and she finds out they are going to be vampires, soon.

There is an interesting occurrence of her sleepwalking and an encounter with ‘the betrayer’. She doesn’t remember this and we as the readers get to know it’s happened many times before.

This is the beginning of a love story that is both dark and satisfying in spite of or because of the relationships between Maci and her mother, and the guys and their fathers.

I laughed, cried, screamed and cried some more as this book touches my heart and makes me angry on Maci’s behalf. I really can’t wait for the next book, I have a feeling things are going to get very interesting, very quickly.

5 Contented Purrs for Rebecca!

Rebecca Royce Rebecca Royce

As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

I’d love to hear from you!


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Gunmetal Lily: A Dark Mafia Romance – Mafia Wars Book 2 by Rebecca Royce

Since the dawn of time, waging war on those who have wronged us has been embedded in the very fiber of mankind’s true nature. The thirst for vengeance and retribution has always prevailed overturning the other cheek to one’s enemies. Creating chaos and bloodshed is preferable to being subjected to vapid dialogues of peaceful negotiation.

None hold this way of life more sacred than made men.


These are the codes of conduct of every mafia family.

However, the same cannot be said when dealing with their enemies.

Throughout recent decades, in the midst of civil evolution, an ancient war was being fought. From both sides of the globe, blood was spilled in the name of honor, while the brutal carnage each family bestowed upon the other was anything but noble. Soldiers, kin, and innocent lives were lost on all sides, and the inevitable extinction of the mafioso way of life was fast approaching.

In the most unlikely scenarios, six families came together in an undisclosed location to negotiate a peace treaty. As the leaders of the most influential crime families in the world, they recognized that a ceasefire was the only way to guarantee their endurance. Should this attempt fail, then their annihilation was all but imminent.

The treaty was effectively simple.

Each family would offer up one of their daughters as a sacrifice to their enemies. Marriage was the only way to ensure that the families wouldn’t retaliate against one another. It would also guarantee that the following successor’s bloodline would be forever changed, creating an alliance that would continue throughout generations to come.

Not all in attendance were happy with the arrangement.

The deep scars gained from years of plight and hatred can’t be so easily healed or erased. However, even the cynical and leery knew that this pact was their best chance of survival. Although the uncertainty of the treaty’s success was felt by every mob boss there, one by one, the families swore an oath that would bind them to it forever.

And as the words spilled from their lips and the scent of blood hung in the air, they made sure innocent lives would yet again be deemed collateral damage to their mafia wars—one last time.

Their daughters would have to pay the price of peace.

Whether they wanted to or not.

Gunmetal Lily: A Dark Mafia Romance
Mafia Wars Book 2
USA Today Bestselling Author
Rebecca Royce


I was sold to my enemies.

There was a deal made to keep the peace. War wasn’t good for business. But deals were broken all the time. What did these powerful families have as collateral? Their daughters. A decade earlier, they decided that we were expendable, that we could be sold in marriage to keep their dealings honest. I didn’t matter more than the security I could bring to the marketplace. I was twelve when they decided that, in ten years, I’d belong to the Hernandez family. Everyone knew what was coming for me. Everyone…except me.

I have no choices. The daughter of mobsters, I now belong to the Mexican Cartel. But even the terrible images those words evoke are nothing compared to what is coming for me. My new family will discover I am more than just a pawn in their chess game. I’m named after a flower, but I don’t wilt. I am determined to come out ahead in their Mafia Wars.

*Gunmetal Lily is a full-length reverse harem novel in the dark and twisted Mafia Wars world.
* Recommended 18+ due to mature language, adult situations, and sensitive content.

Lily is marrying Alejandro of the Mexican Cartel. She didn’t know that until this morning. No one bothered to tell her and she’d been going about life in Chicago, studying and working on her graduate degree in anthropology. Now she belonged to the Cartel. What’s worse, instead of letting her join the festivities her husband sends her off with his brother Francisco.

That would be the first clue something was off but let me tell you once they arrive at the apartment, things certainly heat up as Francisco flirts his way into her bed. He also tells her that she and Alejandro would only be roommates. Something that becomes even more apparent when Alejandro arrives and finds them in bed together. He isn’t even a little upset.

Javier her other brother-in-law comes into play a bit later on and she’s surprised to find out the tattooed man is a doctor.

Then there’s the housekeeper/cook Guadalupe with her unusual and somewhat scary affliction. There’s quite the story there as we learn later.

Aside from Lily adjusting to her new life, and the relationship that grows between her and all three brothers, there’s something going on with the business.

This book kept me on the edge of my seat wondering what would happen next. I truly love the way everything unfolds. There’s drama, laughter, tears and plenty of sizzling heat.

I can’t wait for the next book in this multi-author series.

5 Contented Purrs for Rebecca!

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Rebecca Royce Rebecca Royce

As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

I’d love to hear from you!


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Tea Apocalypse: Love In The Time Of Tea – A Charity Anthology by Nine USA Today Bestselling Authors

Tea Apocalypse: Love In The Time Of Tea

USA Today Bestselling Authors

All The Tea In Texas by Margo Bond Collins
Alien Abduction For Milkmen by Skye MacKinnon
Nymph’s Trust by Laura Greenwood & Arizona Tape
Why Yes There Are Witches by Rebecca Royce
Do It For The Tea by Erin Bedford
Totally Steeped by Zoey Indiana
A Cup Of Sin by Demelza Carlton
Refresh by Jade Waltz


No one expected the end of the world to start with a tea disaster, but in these nine brand new fantasy, paranormal, and sci-fi romance stories, that’s just what happened.

Enter eight post-apocalyptic worlds filled with witches, shifters, aliens, and more in these tales steeped in adventure, love, and magic.

Grab yourself a brew and one-click this limited edition collection from nine USA Today Bestselling authors today! All proceeds from the sale of the Tea Apocalypse anthology will be donated to the Tea Leaf Trust.

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All the Tea in Texas
USA Today Bestselling Author

Margo Bond Collins

When private investigator and owner of Incantation Investigations, Inc. Harlowe McKee is hired to join forces with a coyote shifter and track down a stolen shipment of tea, she gets more than she bargained for— and the chance to save all the tea left in Texas after the Tea Apocalypse.

Tea is a precious commodity in this post-apocalyptic world, so it comes as no surprise that when a shipment is stolen Harlow is hired to find it.

A surprise is the client, Benedict Abercrombie insists a shifter from his security work with her.

This is a favorite scene when they meet.

“There’s at least one person who wasn’t hurt by the Tea Apocalypse,” I murmured to myself as I scrolled through a list of the holdings they’d acquired recently.

“I take it you mean our mutual employer.” A tall, dark-haired man closed the door behind him. “Hi. I’m Connor Cole.” He held out his hand, and I stood to shake it.

“Harlowe McKee. I take it you’re the shifter he sent to help out— or keep an eye on me, maybe?”

He ducked his head, one lip quirking up in a slightly crooked grin, and glanced up at me through envy-inducing lashes. “Yep. That’s the plan.”

I bit back my irritation at having to include a stranger in my investigation and managed a smile. “I was planning to head down to Houston to interview the people who unloaded the missing shipment. Want to go with me? You can tell me what you know about the case on the way.”

“Sure. I’m all yours.”

His statement pulled me up short, reminding me as it did of a comment my former business partner— and boyfriend— had once made.

Jonah hadn’t been telling the truth, as I had discovered when I caught him in bed with another woman, and for a moment, I wondered if Connor Cole was lying, as well.

Keeping one hand down below the desk, out of Connor’s line of sight, I wove a quick spell, sending a tiny tendril of magic out into the air. It swirled through the air and around Cole, picking up information.
Abercrombie had told me Cole was some kind of shifter, but not what kind.

The magic pulsed back to me, confirming the shifter bit.

I spun the magic around in my fingertips, letting it fizz against my skin.

Not any kind of shifter I had encountered before, however. He wasn’t a werewolf, or a bear shifter, or even a snake shifter, rare as those were.

No, he carried a hint of something canine. Not one of the giant black hound shifters, either though. There was something wilder than that in him.

I flicked the magic up to my mouth, letting it sparkle against my lips and tongue. It tasted too rangy to be a fox, way too canine to be one of the big cats.

Finally deciding he was something entirely new to me, I rolled the magic into a tiny ball between my forefinger and thumb, then with a squeeze and a pop, allowed it to dissipate back into the air around us.

Connor quirked a grin at me. “Find anything interesting?”

I blinked, forcing myself not to show my surprise. Shifters generally didn’t recognize magic when it was deployed by a mage. They tended to have heightened senses in line with their animal sides, but not necessarily a recognition of magical forces.

“A little,” I acknowledged. “Not as much as I wanted to. What kind of shifter are you?”

“Coyote,” he said, his grin growing sharper. “See how easy it was to simply ask?”

I shrugged. “In my line of work, I find people are more likely to lie than not. But coyote definitely fits with what I sensed.” Without waiting for him to respond, I changed the subject. “How did you end up working for Abercrombie?”

“My parents went to college with him in the UK. So, when he came to Texas, he reached out. He said he wanted someone with local knowledge to help out as he set up his business here.”

“Are you a born shifter, or turned?”

“Born, on my father’s side. My mother’s British, and not a supernatural at all.”

“A coyote shifter attending college in the UK before the supernaturals were outed? That must have been interesting.”

“Oh, even more than you know. Apparently he didn’t tell Mom he was a shifter until she was pregnant with me.”


“Yeah.” He grinned again, a dimple appearing in one cheek.

“Any idea why Abercrombie chose Texas? Seems like there would be plenty of tea drinkers in England.”

This time, it was Connor who shrugged. “He never said— only that there was business to be had here.”

I nodded. Not that really mattered why Abercrombie had started importing tea to Texas.
Margo Bond Collins; All the Tea in Texas. Tea Apocalypse (Kindle Locations 101-137).

Harlowe is good at what she does, and it doesn’t take her long to find a trail. Connor is also very helpful with finding and remembering scents.

As they follow the leads these two find they have an attraction, and they also work well together.

I was as surprised as they were as to the culprit, and now I have to read more of this series.

5 Contented Purrs for Margo!

Alien Abduction for Milkmen
USA Today Bestselling Author

Skye MacKinnon

Alien scientist Bainne never meant to cause the apocalypse, but a simple mistake means planet Earth is suddenly in the grip of the Great Curdle. He’ll need the help of milkman Kenneth to figure out what went wrong and how to fix it.

As the two unlikely allies try to save the world, they realise their shared interest in milk isn’t the only thing they have in common…

When aliens mess up, they do it in a big way.

Kenneth is a milkman and suddenly he’s getting calls that the milk is curdled. His supplier isn’t answering his phone, for the same reason. Then Kenneth gets a strange call.

Bainne has made a terrible mistake and he has to fix it before his reputation is ruined. He calls Kenneth, a milkman to help him figure out what went wrong with the scans. Promptly ‘collecting’ him.

This is a favorite scene.

This was a catastrophe. It could spell the end of my business. I’d worked hard to get this far. I’d left school with no qualifications. After years of doing odd jobs here and there, I’d jumped on the chance to take over an existing milkman business from an uncle’s friend. Until today, it had been developing well. I’d started advertising on social media, targeting eco mums and health-conscious millennials.  

Now, my dreams were curdling.   Another call appeared on my phone’s screen. The number wasn’t anything I’d recognised. Long and from abroad. It had to be. No British phone number started with 69.  

Curiosity piqued, I answered. “Kenneth, your local milkman.”

Crackle made me wince and I held the phone further away from my ear.

“Milk. Man.” A deep male voice said in a heavy accent. “I need. Milk. Man.”

“You’re calling the right number, I’m your local milkman.”

The slogan came easily off my lips. I’d used that phrase every day for years. People liked the idea of buying locally, especially since the pandemic of 2020.

“Milk expert?”

He clearly didn’t know much English. That was alright. I was proud to deliver to all parts of town, the very multicultural ones included.

“Yes, I suppose so. Are you calling because the milk curdled?”

“I don’t. Understand.” More crackle. The line really wasn’t good. “What is ‘curdled’?”

“Curdling is when the milk goes sour. It smells and tastes bad. Is that what happened to yours?”

“Yes. Milk bad. You know. Good. Will you help?”

I couldn’t help but smile. His voice reminded me of thick cocoa, rich and velvety. His accent was kind of sexy. I wasn’t able to place it. Something Slavic, maybe?

“Yes, it would be my pleasure to help. What’s your address? I’ll go back to the farm and get a new batch of milk.”

“Pleasure.” The way he said that made me shiver. He should become an audiobook narrator. I often listened to them while doing my deliveries and had come to appreciate a beautiful, expressive voice. His accent was a little distracting, but with a few English lessons he’d become an audiobook sensation.

“I will…” The rest of the sentence disappeared in crackle. “Prepare.”

“Huh? Prepare for what?”

My phone suddenly grew scorching hot and I gasped, letting it drop to the ground. Before it even hit the tarmac, a blinding light flashed all around me, causing me to squeeze shut my eyes. Something touched me all over my body, like a massive hand grabbing me. Drowsiness overcame me as I felt like I was being lifted off the ground.

Maybe I was having a seizure. Maybe I was fainting.

I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids were glued shut. It was probably better that way; the bright light was still all around me. My skin was hot all over, almost burning. I couldn’t move. I was frozen, unable to even wriggle my fingers.

And then it was suddenly all over. The light disappeared and I could move again. I collapsed into a heap before I could regain control of my body. The ground was no longer black tarmac. It had turned into a deep emerald carpet. What the fuck?

I blinked, trying to get my bearings. I was in a small room, a mix between a storage cupboard and an office. Tall shelves lined the walls, stacked to the brink with books, and a large wooden desk in front of me looked like it belonged to someone important. Only the dozens of cardboard boxes and plastic crates covering most of the floor and the top of the desk destroyed the impression of being in someone’s office space.

I staggered to my feet, using one stack of boxes for support.

“Hello?” I called out before erupting into a coughing fit. My throat was strangely dry. Even the inside of my lungs felt dry.

Footsteps outside were the only warning I got before the door opened, revealing a man in a Halloween costume. Not that it was anywhere near Halloween.

Horns sprouted from his forehead, almost as wide as his broad shoulders. His face – and the rest of him – was painted purple. He only wore black trousers, leaving his feet and chest bare. And what a chest that was. He looked as if he worked out every hour of the day. His chiselled abs were a thing of beauty. I had to close my mouth, or I would have drooled.

“Milk man.”

His voice was even more stunning than over the phone. Smooth and velvety with a sexy accent that I couldn’t place. His gaze ran up and down my body, an appreciative smile curling his lips. I supposed I had done the same. We were checking each other out. My gaydar was running at full strength. The way his emerald eyes were undressing me made it very clear what kind of milk he preferred.

“Yes, I’m your local milkman-” I stopped when I realised that I was spurting the same old slogan. I always fell into familiar patterns when I was nervous. And right now, I was more than just nervous. I had no fucking clue what was going on.

“How did I get here?” I asked instead. “I was on a street and now I’m suddenly in an office.”

“I collected you,” he said simply as if that made total sense. He pulled a small metal box from his pocket and handed it to me. “Translator.”
Skye MacKinnon; Alien Abduction for Milkmen. Tea Apocalypse (Kindle Locations 522-568).

Bainne and Kenneth are attracted to each other, and Kenneth is a more than a little curious about Bainne’s appearance. The problem at hand is a bit more important but that doesn’t seem to stop these two.

I really can’t say anymore without giving too much away. I laughed when I read the title and to be honest, this book is not only sizzling, it’s hysterical.

5 Contented Purrs for Skye!

Nymph’s Trust
USA Today Bestselling Authors

Laura Greenwood & Arizona Tape

The end of the world was bad for everyone, especially the tea witches who had to ration the leaves that give them power. When the witches of the Purple Oasis hear a rumour about a group of nymphs who have successfully grown tea on British soil, Jasmine finds herself representing the Oasis in a trade deal.

But a trade link isn’t the only thing on Jasmine’s mind when she meets the nymph liaison.

This book opens with the council’s tea ceremony, and a meeting where Jasmine is chosen to travel to verify a rumor of Tea being grown on British soil. If it’s true she’s to negotiate with the Nymphs to acquire some.

Ryburn is Mother Nature’s choice to meet with the Tea Witch. He’s a water nymph and while he’s surprised to be chosen, he’s looking forward to traveling outside the Grower’s Cove.

Their meeting is one of my favorite scenes.

The sound of footsteps cut through my thoughts and I sat up straighter, trying to appear dignified and experienced. I had no idea who the Grower’s Cove were sending, but I didn’t want them to dismiss me as powerless, even if I felt a little that way.

Relief crashed through me as a guy who looked to be around my age stepped through the doorless frame, coming to stop in front of the metal table.

He didn’t look comfortable enough to be from around here, but then again, that didn’t mean anything. Most people had moved on from where they’d once lived after it became inhospitable to them.

He ran a hand through his short, black hair and waved awkwardly.


“Hi.” I tried to smile reassuringly, but I was pretty sure it just came across as awkward.

“I’m Ryburn, from Grower’s Cove. Are you the liaison from Purple Oasis?”

I nodded, standing up and offering him my hand like Dad had taught me.

“I’m Jasmine,” I said. “It’s nice to meet you.”

His hand was surprisingly soft and his grip pleasantly strong. I could have lingered in our touch for longer but knew we needed to move on to the important task at hand.


“Have a seat,” I gestured to the dingy chair on the other side of the table. It was one of the better ones I’d found in the abandoned building. Not for the first time, I wondered about the practicalities of meeting somewhere like this. But the nymphs of Grower’s Cove were a secretive bunch who refused to let anyone into their home. And we weren’t exactly free with our borders either.

Which meant that we had to meet somewhere in the middle, even if that meant a rundown building and chairs that had seen better days.

I opened my bag and unpacked my travel kit, setting up a small gas burner and lighting it. I poured water from my stainless steel water bottle into the small travel kettle I’d brought with me, before setting it on top of the burner to boil.

The tea leaves waited in a small pouch, worth more than the rest of my equipment put together.

“What are you doing?” Ryburn questioned, gesturing to my set-up.

“Making tea.” I frowned. Wasn’t that obvious? Surely he knew I was a tea witch and that we had ceremonies we needed to perform.

He seemed confused. “Do you have to do that now? I thought this was a meeting.”

“We always drink tea during a meeting,” I answered. “I’m sorry, is this not common where you’re from?”

“No,” he said hesitantly.

“Oh. Okay. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed.” I fiddled with the reusable tea bag, unsure what the best course of action was now. I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but I did want some tea. And not just because it would recharge my magic. “Do you want some tea?” I offered.

Ryburn hesitated. “Is it magic tea?”

“No, I brought green tea.”

“But aren’t you a tea witch?”

I smiled reassuringly as I pulled out two cups for us. “I am. But it’s not the tea itself that’s magic. It sort of recharges us, if that makes sense.”

“It does.” He still didn’t seem too sure.

“It isn’t magic tea,” I promised. “It’s just normal tea.”

Ryburn thought for a moment, probably trying to work out whether or not I was telling the truth. I’d be insulted, but I could understand his apprehension. It was a different world from the one I’d grown up in, and that meant dangers I’d never considered before.

“All right then,” he said after a moment.

I flashed him a relieved smile and turned my attention to preparing everything.

I tried to do it with the same grace as Father usually did, but I feared I didn’t manage nearly as well.

Ryburn watched me patiently, not saying a word until everything was set up and I faced him with my hands folded on my lap.

He gave me a small smile and cleared his throat. “Shall we get started?”

“Yes, we can,” I responded, my voice barely shaking. I was lucky it was covering up my nerves. “I’ll speak frankly, I don’t want to waste more time than necessary. Your Cove has recently succeeded in growing tea plants, correct?”

A surprised look flitted through Ryburn’s eyes but he covered it quickly.

But not quickly enough. I’d seen it, and that was all I needed to know that it was true.

“I’m not at liberty to say.” There was a hesitancy in his voice that made me think he wasn’t completely comfortable with lying, but knew that he had to.

But if that was the way he had to play it, then I would approach the subject carefully. Alienating Ryburn and Grower’s Cove wasn’t something I wanted to do.

“Okay, so let’s speak hypothetically. If it’s true that your Cove has successfully grown tea on British soil, Purple Oasis would be very interested in forging an alliance. We don’t want an inequitable trade. We have resources that we imagine Grower’s Cove might be interested in.”

“Right, the Nixion Spring.”

I raised an eyebrow. “I’m impressed. Not many people know the real name. Most just call it the Purple Spring now.” Though it wasn’t surprising in the slightest that he knew what I was talking about.

“I’m a river nymph, I know my springs,” he declared, rather proudly.

Ah, that explained it. The water in the kettle began to boil. I leaned over and turned off the burner, but left the kettle where it was.

“Are you not making tea?” From the expression on his face, he seemed to be both confused and curious.

Despite knowing I shouldn’t let myself get distracted, I couldn’t help but appreciate his patience.

Or the intelligence sparkling through his eyes. No wonder Grower’s Cove sent him.

“For green tea, it’s best to leave the water stand for a bit so it’s not too hot. It makes it taste better,” I explained, realising he might not know the ins and outs of proper tea brewing. He hadn’t had the same repetitive tea brewing lessons as I did as a child.

“Oh, I had no idea. I usually drink black tea.”

“You do?”

He flashed me a tight smile. “Yes.”

Had he inadvertently confirmed the truth about the tea growing in Grower’s Cove? Black tea had become a scarcity since the apocalypse, the little we had at Purple Oasis was locked in a secure safe and only used sparingly. I tried to keep a straight face so I didn’t let my thoughts slip out. But I wasn’t going to push the subject. It seemed like he didn’t want to talk about it. Or perhaps he’d been ordered not to. Either way, it wouldn’t be good for our negotiations if I made him uncomfortable.
Laura Greenwood; Arizona Tape; Nymph’s Trust. Tea Apocalypse (Kindle Locations 1236-1285).

Jasmine and Ryburn are attracted but neither can really act on it since they can’t jeopardize the negotiations.

Ryburn loves the spring in Purple Oasis and Jasmine is very impressed with the tea. Now Purple Oasis has to meet the requirements for the deal to happen.

Of course, someone doesn’t want that to happen and Ryburn and Jasmine have to figure out who and why quickly or everything is over. Including their budding romance.

5 Contented Purrs for Laura & Arizona!

Why Yes There Are Witches
USA Today Bestselling Author

Rebecca Royce

Have you ever wondered how the witch world and the human world became divided in the Wards and Wands universe? Well… maybe it had to do with tea.

This tale takes us into the past to before the split of the human and magical. Marie has totally gone out of character and spent the night with not one but all three of the men who own the shop next door. She thinks they’re human, but they aren’t.

However, in the light of day there’s another problem. No tea, anywhere! It’s totally disappeared, not even a plant. Marie knows who’s to blame though, and she’s got to make it right quickly.

Enoch, Beau and Archie pop her into her mother’s kitchen for the confrontation.

This is a favorite scene.

“Ready to go? Check on your tea-loving mother?”

I shook my head. “You’re going to be seriously cold. She lives on top of a mountain. It’s really cold there already.”

“Thanks.” Archie immediately dressed all of them in leather jackets. It would really be a neat trick to be able to do that. What was more was that I couldn’t feel their magic at all. Usually, there was a feeling that happened, that told me there was magic, like a feather over my skin. Nothing. They could do magic so subtly that I didn’t notice the sensation.

Enoch put out his hand. “Come. Picture where your mother lives. And we’ll be there in seconds.”

“Can you only do this with an image? And are you taking the image from my head?” I had to draw the line somewhere. There were privacy issues. I didn’t need them roaming around uninvited. Or worse, my inviting them in without understanding what I was doing.

“I can do it with an address, too. Makes it a little trickier. Beau can actually track a person. Think of them and go but that’s not my gift. And, no, I’ll not be in your head. You’ll actually be leading the jump. I will, for just a second, give you my power.

Then it’ll transfer back to me and I’ll take us there. Not at all in your head. I wouldn’t do that.”

I appreciated that. “As I said, we don’t know each other. I don’t know that about you.”

He stroked a finger down the side of my face. “We’re guys who had a really hard time doing really tough stuff. Things we’d rather not talk about most of the time. Now, we’re living our dream. Part of that seems to be you. Who knew we’d all like the same girl? I think last night worked. I think you know that, too. So let’s go see your mom. And then you can check our morality after. If you want to. Maybe you’ll like it better when we’re a little bit bad.”

I opened and closed my mouth. Maybe I did.

Beau walked over slowly. “She needs to see her mom. So we need to do that. And get to being bad later today.” He lifted his eyebrows. “Unless you’d rather reverse that. Personally, I don’t give two shits about the tea. Fuck it. And I’d rather just stay here and do what I pictured doing to you in the morning when I passed out last night. It involved licking whipped cream off your body.”

My heart rate kicked up. Yes, I could easily let him do that. And then we’d get some chocolate syrup and…

I forced my brain to take over. Taking Enoch’s hand, I pictured my mother’s home on top of her mountain. Snow around them most of the year. Her crazy friends cackling as they made plans for world destruction because they were bored, because life had been unkind to them, and because it was nice to pretend that you could be that kind of powerful when the truth was that you were pretty unaccounted for most of the time.

Empathy ran deep in me. It was part of my power source. I could always understand someone else’s reasons. It was a problem when it turned out that the other person was truly filled with ill intention. Darkness would burn for the moments I felt it. And I’d grown up feeling those things all the time in the presence of my mother.

On her own, she was okay. Put her around her friends and it was a whole different issue. They could go dark. Of course, I could be wrong. I might just be thinking they’d done something they hadn’t done.

But I doubted that. Highly.

This tea nonsense was their fault. I just knew it.

There was a pop. I gasped. A swirl of light assaulted my eyes, and seconds later, I was just where I’d pictured myself being, in my mother’s kitchen.

I gasped, and Enoch dropped my hand to grab my shoulders. “Just breathe. It sucks the first couple of times. Then you get a little bit of a tolerance for it.”

Two more pops sounded, and his brothers appeared.

Archie grinned. “I can always find my brothers and Beau can always find anyone. Makes doing that really easy.”

“You’re all so impressive. I mean… the things you do.”

“Marie.” My mother gasped, coming into the kitchen. “What are you doing here with them?”

I stared at her, realization dawning for a second. “Do you know them? Have you met them before?”

She pointed. “I told you three. The next time you came here…”

“You do know them.” I stepped away from Enoch. “Did you know she was my mother? What’s going on here?”

Beau sighed. “I didn’t know. I should have put two and two together. But you are using a different last name, and we are trying to not investigate every person who comes into our lives. Now, however, it makes sense. This isn’t just that you’re worried about your mother. You’re worried that Dru here, one of the nastiest almost-offenders I’ve ever encountered, did this.”

“I am.” I’d deal with what they had and hadn’t known another time. “I’m using a different last name.”

My mother pointed her finger at Beau. Uh-oh. That wasn’t good. “I swore I would get you holier-than thou witches. I swore I would. Acting so big and tough because you never bend the laws. You do. Because you’re in charge, you do.”

“Mother,” I said her name fast. “Do not do anything here that you will regret. Do you understand me? Control yourself.”

“Don’t you speak to me like that, young lady. You’re not better than me. None of you are…”

I tried to take a deep breath, but it failed to calm me. Anger that only my mother could raise in me surged to the top of my skin, and despite my trying to push it back down, the kitchen started to shake. I took another deep breath. That was right. My temper wasn’t pretty. I almost never got mad but sometimes things shook. I had to control this. I had to…

“Mother, did you make all the tea disappear?” I spoke through gritted teeth. “Did you do this?”

“I did.” Now she was shouting. “And there isn’t a thing you can do about it.”

Archie waved his hand. “Pause.”

My mother stilled. She actually stopped moving mid-word like she’d been frozen in place. I would be very impressed if I weren’t worried I was actually going to destroy the room. Beau put his hand on my shoulder. “Easy, now. I can help you with this. But not without your permission.”

Enoch smiled before he stepped toward me.

“We can both help. If you want.”

I could be prideful about this but this was one of the reasons I’d left home and conducted my life the way I did. I kept things as even keel as I could handle. And even if I got mad, it was never mother mad. Mother mad was an entirely different thing.

“I’ll take the help.”

Two hands touched me, one on each of my cheeks. What followed was a cooling off the likes of which I’d never felt before. One second I released so much witch energy, the next it just stopped. They pulled their hands away and Beau hugged me close. “Don’t fall over. We dosed you pretty hard.”

I leaned my head against his chest. “Thank you.” With a wobbly hand I patted Enoch, too. That was when my frozen mother caught my attention. “How did you do that?”

“It’s a little trick I have.” Archie raised his hands over his head to stretch. “I absolutely promise to never do that to you. Unless you make all the tea in the world disappear.”

I was never, ever going to do that.
Rebecca Royce; Why Yes There Are Witches. Tea Apocalypse (Kindle Locations 2255-2312).

Quite a bit happens in this fun, short, sizzling tale and I really liked the epilogue. Now I have to go back and re-read the Wards and Wands series.

5 Contented Purrs for Rebecca!

Do It For The Tea
USA Today Bestselling Author

Erin Bedford

There’s nothing worse than the end of the world. Except maybe having to live in it without your daily cup of tea.

Hazel enjoyed living by herself in her immaculate base beneath the dessert world with only her dog and her tea to keep her company.

Until she runs out of tea.

Now, Hazel must face the blazing desert, sand pirates, and a tantalizing trader just to get another cup. The only thing going through Hazel’s mind now was… is it worth it?

Hazel’s home is a fortified underground her parents built. She’s mostly self-sufficient but there are some things she can’t grow herself. Tea is one of those and she is truly addicted to it. When she finds she’s out of the life sustaining brew she sets out with her dog Tracy to her supplier Nic.

On the way they are attacked by a large animal and Tracy is injured. Nic does what he can and assures her Tracy will be okay. However, he doesn’t have any tea, and informs no one else does either.

Now these two have some history that they avoid, but you can see the attraction between them. Nic agrees to go to the sand pirates to get her tea, but she wants to take Tracy to their medic as well. Which is how they end up pretending to be together.

This is a favorite scene.

The sand cleared enough so that the full picture was available and what a picture it was. Half a dozen small steel boats surrounded us, their wheels covered in spikes to better move through the sand. On top of each boat had at least ten masked people looking menacing with their blasters and swords at the ready. Who carried swords nowadays?

“Hey Goose,” Nic cleared his throat and shifted in place, “I know I’m not due yet but I had a special circumstance.” He jerked his head in my direction.

The man named Goose shifted his face over to me and though I couldn’t see his eyes, I could feel his eyes roaming over my body. “Aye, I see. And what are you wanting in trade for the woman?”

I gaped at him and shot a glare at Nic. “I am not for sale.”

Nic dropped the reins of his sled and stepped over to me, sliding an arm around my waist.

“What are you doing?” I hissed at him, not wanting to shove him away in front of the pirates.

“Just play along,” Nic whispered through the side of his mouth. To Goose he said, “Sorry, Goose. This one’s mine.” He slapped a hand on the side of my hip a little too close to my ass for comfort.

A series of groans came from the pirates around us. Goose grunted, his focus on our embrace. “That’s too bad. My crew hasn’t had fresh tail in ages. So what brings you here if not to trade the woman? You didn’t run out of tobacco already?” He arched a thick fuzzy brow.

Nic laughed. “No, no. This errand isn’t for me. The woman -” I cleared my throat. “I mean, Hazel needs more tea and we were hoping you’d lend us your medic for a moment?”

Goose stared at us for a long moment before he threw his head back and laughed. “Aye, I can see how dire a situation it is. I, myself, cannot bear to go a day without my hit of caffeine.” He waved his arms and a long plank cranked out of the bottom of the boat. “Come aboard and we can see what we can do for you.”

The other pirates yarred and the engines calmed down around us. The majority of them went inside their boats while a few meandered around on top, keeping their eyes on us. That part was particularly annoying.

“I’m going to kill you,” I snarled into Nic’s ear as we gathered Tracy up off the sled and walked up the plank.

“Just play along,” Nic bit out between his teeth. “You don’t want to be something they trade. Once they see you as goods and not a real person then it’s all over.”

I snorted. Tracy whined in my arms. I shushed her. “Sorry, baby girl.” To Nic, I glowered. “And I’m sure this has nothing to do with you wanting to own me.”

“What?” Nic gaped at me and then forced a smile at a pirate watching us come aboard. “This has nothing to do with that and that’s not what I meant. You know that!”

“Doesn’t it?” I tried to talk without moving my lips. “We conveniently are in the position where I have to be your woman. I bet you’re just loving this.” I shrugged his hand off my shoulder and stalked forward.

A pirate jerked his bald head toward the entrance to the lower levels. “Don’t touch anything. Unless you’re willing to pay for it.”

I clutched Tracy close to me, causing her to yelp. I loosened my grip. “Sorry.”

The light through the lower levels was brighter than I expected. Not that I’d been expecting much from a bunch of pirates. It was a lot cleaner than Nic’s place for sure.

“Down here,” Goose’s growling voice called out further into the lower level. There was a lot more room inside of the boat than it looked like from the outside. If I didn’t already have a prime place of my own, I’d have said it was a good alternative.

I walked into the room Goose’s voice came from and glanced around. Not bad. Not bad at all.

“Ah so that’s the patient.” Goose said from his desk and jerked his head toward Tracy. “You can lay her over there.” He pointed a pen toward a small cot in the corner. “I’ll have the medic come in just a moment.”

“Now, Nic,” Goose addressed the man coming in behind me. “Why haven’t you ever told me about your woman here? I had plans to set you up with my own girl, Beth Ann.”

Nic smirked and leaned on the edge of Goose’s desk. “Ah, you know. It took me a bit to tie this one down.”

Goose guffawed. “A feisty one is she?” Goose raised a brow at me with a masculine grin that made me want to punch him in the face.

I lowered Tracy down to the cot before I hurt her from needing to hurt something. Or someone. Turning back to the two of them, I gave a look to Nic that made the grin fall right off his face.

Nic jerked up straight and cleared his throat, lowering his gaze to the ground. “Yeah, you know, gotta keep that spirit alive and whatnot. So…” he whistled and gave me his back to look at Goose. “What about that tea? Got any on hand?”

Goose flipped through the pages of the book he had in front of him, checking off this and that every few seconds. “Ah, yes. We’ll get to that in just a moment. I’m pretty sure we have a good stock left. What do you have to trade? Any copper?”

Nic scratched the back of his neck and gave me a sideways look. “No, no copper today.”

Goose harrumphed. “What about buckweed? You’re usually good for an ounce or two.”

I snorted and crossed my arms, turning my back to him. Not surprised Nic would be doing the kind of trading no one else would dare do. Copper was hard to find nowadays. You had to travel to the remnants of the big cities to find it. Buckweed was hazardous to the health. Growing that stuff took up way more resources than it was worth.

“Uh, yeah. I’ve got some,” Nic grunted and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Think you could help me out with the medic? I’d owe ya some next time.”

Goose’s head lifted up finally to look at Nic and then to me. A sneaky grin curling up his lip. “Actually, I have a better idea.”
Erin Bedford; Do It For The Tea. Tea Apocalypse (Kindle Locations 2840-2888).

The pirate’s idea of a trade becomes attendance at a party. Nic and Hazel find they really are attracted to each other, and things heat up to sizzling rapidly.

I’m going to have to check out more of Erin’s books.

5 Contented Purrs for Erin!

Totally Steeped
USA Today Bestselling Author

Zoey Indiana

Need to repel a curse for shifter speed dating, what could go wrong?

The curse has stolen years from me with my fated mate. I have a plan in place to give myself a few hours to find my mate, but it all hinges on the True Love Tea Luncheon. Except the witch who curse our town to never find true love has struck again. The cream we use to activate our tea spells has curdled. Not only does it steal my chance to find my fated mate, it destroys my mercenary business, leaving all my employees on the run for their lives.

A spell experiment goes wrong, leaving me at the mercy of my screaming mate bond. I want Ravenna, but is this urge because she’s my fated mate, or a side effect of the tea. When the tea’s side effects never dissipate, I know she’s the one destined for me.

But when she finds out that I hid her dream job from her, I’m not sure she’ll find a way to forgive me. Throw in a kidnapping, a possessed witch, and three meddling shifters, I’m not sure if we’ll be able to save our town, let alone the world from the tea apocalypse.

Zagan and Nora were planning an event designed to get rid of a curse on their town. Shifters who live here or even visit won’t ever find their true mate. Apparently, someone isn’t happy with that idea.

This is a favorite scene.

“I’ll have to call the mayor if she-” my words drifted off as a green ball of light slammed into the window next to us. “What the fuck is that?” I watched as the shimmering light repeatedly bounced off the glass.

Nore rolled her eyes. “Probably the answer to our questions. Someone forgot to imbue it with common sense.” She flicked her fingers as she whispered and the window slid open right before the orb would have crashed into the glass again.

The green ball floated between us then exploded green goo everywhere. Nore squealed in anger as it splattered over her face and clothes. I tried to spit out the gelatin-consistency slime. Oddly, it tasted like lime and cucumber. When I’d scraped most of it off my face, I saw the wax sealed envelope sitting on the table between us. It didn’t have a speck of green on it.

Nore screeched as she flicked her fingers uselessly. “I’m going to hex a bitch for this!” She snatched up a cloth and wiped her hands and face. Then she grabbed the envelope and looked at the seal. She didn’t seem to recognize it. Keeping it intact, she carefully pried the wax off the paper, then ripped the envelope open.

An unknown female voice read the letter aloud. “How dare you attempt to thwart my spell! It’s one thing to sully yourself with your magick for hire by a shifter… but to work around my love banishment spell is another. For your audacity, I’ve had to rid the entire planet of cream. Don’t choke on your creamless, bitter tea. P.S. I embellished this messenger spell with a little something extra. Have fun cleaning this up without magic!”

The letter burst into flames and disappeared with the envelope and wax seal. “That annoying, egotistical, self-serving bitch!” Nore grabbed a fresh cloth and wiped the pages of her book clean. “At least I preventatively placed a protection spell on all my books.”

I pulled my shirt off, turning it inside out, and used a clean spot to wipe off as much of the goo as I could. Nore glared at me, then snapped, and an identical shirt appeared on me.

“No one wants to watch you flaunt all that flying rodent flesh of yours.” Nore went back to cleaning up.

“Hey, some people like my human form. Females frequently flirt with me. I just don’t date them because I’m trying to find my fated mate, as shifters do.”

She tossed the cloths in the trash. “Well, now it’s confirmed. A witch cursed our little town. Which explains why none of you shifters can find love…” Nore paused as her glare focused on me. “It’s your stupid True Love Tea Luncheon that started this!”

I gaped. She was right. The letter had referenced a love banishment spell. “Wait a minute. If they’re trying to ban fated mates within this town, that means they have something to lose. You know what that means?”

Nore examined her shirt then cast a spell. When she pulled off the one covered in goo, an exact replica was already in place under it. “I have no idea.” She dropped it in the trash can as she closed the window and went back to the book.

“We have to move forward with the True Love Tea Luncheon. This witch doesn’t want someone to meet their fated mate, so we can’t cancel it.”

I tapped the table with my fingers, which resulted in another glare. “Of course when someone tells you not to do something, then curses the entire planet, you feel the need to piss off this powerful witch even more?” Nore tapped her long, perfectly polished nails on the table. “Actually, I think it might be fun. Flush this witch out and see how powerful this someone might be. And I have an idea of how to activate the tea.”

Nore flitted around the room, grabbing different ingredients. A scoop of this, a sprinkle of that. I wasn’t able to read any of the labels since they were in the same unfamiliar language as her spell book. She glanced at me, then whispered a spell so quiet, I couldn’t even make out the words with my shifter hearing. A tiny jar of leaves flared with a bright white light. When she was done, she carried the small jar into the shop area. Nore placed her new enchanted tea on a table, then retrieved a larger container of Terrible Tipping Tea.

Her main business was enchanting prank teas with punny names for tourists to buy for unsuspecting victims back home. Without the activator cream, they worked more like a mild suggestion than actual magic. I watched as she boiled a tea pot of water, then set it on the table’s potholder. With precise measurements, she combined the two teas and steeped them.

“Aside from being clumsy for an hour, it shouldn’t bother you much.”

The door chimed. I turned and watched the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen step into the store. Ravenna. She lived on the other side of Witch Cove in a cute little cabin on the beach. I couldn’t remember what she did for a living, but I’d run into her a few times.

“Are you having a tea tasting?” Ravenna neared the table and inhaled deep. “It smells delicious.”

Nore smirked as she glanced at the jar. I noticed there was no label on the jar, just the shelf. “Yup, Zagan here is testing a new blend for me.” She poured two cups of the tea and gestured for us to pick them up.

I grabbed mine, wondering how to stop Ravenna from Nore’s little prank. Since Ravenna was human, she wouldn’t normally notice the effects of the tea, but with the new activator, it might actually enchant her.

Ravenna was too trusting. She picked up the mug and tapped it against mine, then took a drink before I could warn her. Not wanting to look suspicious, I gulped mine down. “This is really good.” Ravenna took a few more drinks before she finished it off. She set the cup down and smiled. “I came to pick up my usual…” Ravenna’s voice trailed off as she glanced at me.

Her gaze lit a fire inside of me I’d never felt before. I set the teacup down. Before I’d realized what I’d done, I’d pushed Ravenna against the wall and kissed her. Ravenna’s hands pulled at my shirt, sliding underneath.

Nore cleared her throat. “Oh shit. I think I accidentally switched the teas earlier when I was straightening them. Probably should label the jars and not the shelves.” Every muscle in my body froze at her words. I stared into Ravenna’s gaze, consumed with the need to claim my mate. “I think this was the True Love Tea.”
Zoey Indiana; Totally Steeped. Tea Apocalypse (Kindle Locations 3107-3155).

Ravenna and Zagan drink the tea Nora prepares, but it isn’t what she thought it was. As the mating hits the two of them Zagan struggles to explain to Ravenna that this is for life. What he doesn’t realize is she knows about shifters and has been attracted to him for a long time. He wants to be sure their mating is for real and not just a side effect of the tea before proceeding so with a push from Nora they head to his apartment.

They don’t make it there, instead they’re kidnapped and things heat up in more ways than one!

This is a fun read with so many consequences I’m going have to read more of this series.

5 Contented Purrs for Zoey!


A Cup of Sin
USA Today Bestselling Author

Demelza Carlton

Sinclair has one goal in life: to survive her sentence on a prison ship full of male prisoners so she can go home and live her life again. Until the ship’s systems start to fail.

Edward prides himself on being a model prison guard, obeying all the rules. Until Sinclair steps aboard his ship. She’s everything he ever wanted… and everything he can’t have. But when disaster strikes and they’re stranded in space, a little sin could mean their salvation…

Sinclair and her sister Virtue are inmates on the Prison Mining Ship Vice. They are awakened by Virtue’s alarm and head to the dining hall for breakfast. At the food fabricator, Sinclair orders up her tea, only tea isn’t what she gets. Thanks to her sister’s quick move she’s saved from death, and watches the liquid burn through what was thought to be an indestructible surface.

When their guard Edward joins them, he surveys the damage and goes to reset the system and get the days orders. Only what he finds is that there are none, no communications for hours. He is able to reboot the computer system so at least they should get actual food. It’s after breakfast that he discovers that not only are there no communications, but there is no gravity in the cargo hold and Captain Solon was in there, dead.

When Edward doesn’t show up for lunch or with afternoon orders, Sinclair goes looking for him.

This is a favorite scene.

She sought him out in the guard office, raising her fist to rap on the door, only to find he hadn’t even bothered to close it properly. That wasn’t right – he always locked this door, because he knew he couldn’t trust convicted criminals not to cause trouble.

“Mr… Edward?” she ventured, peering inside. She’d almost called him Mr Perfect to his face. That would have gone down well. “Are you in here?”

“Stars, I killed him.”

His voice came from under the desk.

Sinclair leaned down for a better look. He was under there, all right, with his knees up under his chin, and his head buried in his hands.

Only something utterly earth-shattering could have wrought such a change in him. Whatever it was, Titania had to be at the heart of it.

“What happened?” she asked.

“I killed the captain.”

Sinclair scanned the office. There was no corpse to be seen – not the captain’s or anyone else’s. She scrutinised the checkerboard of surveillance footage on the screen for a long moment before she had her answer.

Captain Solon did appear to be dead.

“I didn’t know he was in the cargo hold, and the artificial gravity failed. He must have been crushed. If I’d known, I could have saved him,” Edward – for she could hardly call the ashen faced guard huddled under the table perfect – mumbled, more to himself than to her.

Sinclair had answered enough emergency calls to recognise shock when she heard it. What he needed was to be talked off that hypothetical ledge, into taking practical action. But in order to help him, she needed more information.

Information she could find far more quickly for herself, instead of having to talk him through getting it for her.

She pulled up a diagnostic on the ship’s systems. Just one look had her swearing, wishing she’d had this data hours ago. The ship had lost contact with Titania in the early hours of the morning, and the ship had responded by kicking the systems into emergency mode. Anything non-essential, like gravity in the cargo holds or the equipment in the refinery levels, had shut down.

If the captain had sneaked into the cargo hold to snack on the ore, which he did several times a day, he could easily have fallen asleep in there and not noticed when the gravity failed.

“You couldn’t have saved him. He’s in a hold full of free-floating ore that was waiting to be crushed before it could be stored safely. The safety locks on the doors won’t let anyone in there until gravity’s restored. He shouldn’t have been in there in the first place,” Sinclair said. “What was he after, anyway?”

“Aluminium,” Edward said. “He was addicted to raw aluminium ore. He had aluminium supplements, which should have been enough for any alicanto, but he’d developed a taste for the raw stuff while working the mining ships, and no one cared enough to help him as long as there was enough lithium on board when the ship reached port. I told Central a few times, but all they cared about was the lithium, and they told me to let him do as he wished on his ship. He’d scoff as much aluminium as he could before the lithium he’d accidentally ingested with it sent him off to sleep.”

Sinclair nodded slowly. So that’s why Captain Solon had showed up as unmoving on the life signs detector when she was manning the comms desk. He’d been in a lithium-induced stupor. “Have you contacted your superiors on Tito?” she asked.

Edward shook his head. “Comms are down, too. Haven’t received any messages since before midnight last night.”

Stars. So Titania really was taking over.

“Then we need to return to Tito,” she said.

Edward stared at her for an impossibly long moment. He climbed out from under the desk and stood in front of her, still staring. “You are a genius,” he breathed.

Sinclair wasn’t entirely sure how it happened. One moment, she had her mouth open, ready to tell him she wasn’t, and the next…

Mr Perfect was kissing her, and if there could be such a thing as a perfect kiss, then he was definitely giving it to her.

Was it any surprise that he had her kissing him right back?

Stars, she didn’t want to stop kissing him. He was… it was… everything was… perfect.

Until it ended.

They both gasped for breath, staring, but not daring to say a word, for that would break the spell.

Sinclair swallowed. Her mouth tasted of him. She hadn’t imagined it, though it sure felt like she had, but they needed to face reality.

“Everyone is still in the galley, awaiting the afternoon work orders. We’ll have to… you have to go tell them,” she said. When his eyes widened, she added, “About returning to Tito, of course.”

If anyone found out she’d kissed a guard, even Mr Perfect, there’d be hell to pay. And if the others found out he’d kissed her… that’d be even worse.

So they kept a courteous distance, like any other guard and prisoner, as far apart as the passageway would permit, all the way back to the galley.
Demelza Carlton; A Cup of Sin. Tea Apocalypse (Kindle Locations 4118-4161).

With the systems detached, Sinclair tells Edward they really have to head back to their home planet, Tito. They can’t continue mining on the asteroids without the computer directions.

Getting out of the asteroid belt was an interesting feat as was the route Sinclair takes after Pride refuses to fly without the computer guidance. The relationship between Edward and Sinclair rapidly accelerates once they are out of the belt.

Plenty of surprises await them as they get close to Tito, a visitor and a change of landing location.

I’m going to read more of this series, I want to know all these characters better.

5 Contented Purrs for Demelza!

USA Today Bestselling Author

Jade Waltz

Demihuman pregnancy cravings are real… And now Destima is out of tea.   My research didn’t repair me for this.We are in desperate need for supplies.  I am afraid of what will become of my nestqueen if we can’t find her any tea.And until we find a solution, I shall sacrifice my body for her.Note:
This is a slice of life novelette of my Project: Adapt series. It features characters and relationships that are currently established in the series, but focuses on Selena and Xylo. This is part of a scifi space opera alien-looking-alien reverse harem romance series featuring the same heroine as she collects alien mates as she travels around the galaxy.

Selena is a demi-human who is having pregnacy cravings. Her mates are doing everything they can to provide her with those things but now the entire planet of Destima is out of tea. One of her mates, Xylo is the one to tell her and he hated to disappoint her. In a last effort they call her sister Masmi. She’s a little miffed they haven’t called sooner since it would have been easier during the harvest festival. It’s Selene’s friend Tori who comes up with the idea of a competition. While that’s in the works her only relief is her mate Xylo his ‘flavor’ is most like her favorite Osso tea.

This is a favorite scene.

Standing behind my dark marbled podium, I faced thousands of Destima citizens and the guest tea growers in their booths who were eagerly awaiting my official announcement to begin the tea tasting contest. I knew I had the support of my clan and our friends behind me, ready to aid me whenever I needed it.

I wouldn’t be able to have this tea contest if it weren’t for Masmi working with Vagren on organizing it. They were the ones responsible for making this happen. I knew I had nothing to worry about because I had full faith in Kaede and the Fab Five. Security would be tight, especially when there were demi-human guards roaming about, ready to prove themselves to their superiors.

I just needed to focus on enjoying the event— and tasting all the tea.


No matter how many times Vowels reports to me that my body— or my daughter— wasn’t lacking anything, I couldn’t deny the intense cravings that flooded my thoughts often. If it wasn’t sex, it was tea. I felt as if I was in some heat like Kaede had experienced, but instead, it was a never-ending experience.

I felt for Xylo— and was thankful that he had never complained about me needing to sample him. My Primary was selfless and so giving. After today, I needed to make sure I paid him back for everything I’d done to him.


It was time to start my tea competition— before everyone started to get restless.

Taking a deep breath, I rolled my shoulders and slowly exhaled. It was time for me to steel myself and bring forth my confidence.

“I would like to welcome everyone here today for this amazing opportunity.” Placing my hand on my small baby belly, I flashed a warm smile to the crowd. “I’m sure most of you know about my pregnancy cravings and how this tea competition was created. Tea is one of the most ancient and well-known beverages in the galaxy. Almost every species has their own process on how they harvest, care for, and create it— including their own wide variety of flavors and how it’s prepared.

“Tea has always been my favorite beverage, and I want to share my love for the beverage with all of you—”

“Listen up!” Tori yelled as she placed a hand on my shoulder and carefully pushed me away. “I am going to take it from here.”

My blonde haired friend stepped in front of the booth as Zirene gripped my hips and guided me to stand in front of him, securing me in place. Her rainbow highlights glistened in the sun beaming through the dome’s glass.

“My girl, Selena, is pregnant and doesn’t want to worry any of you about her needs. The Beacon needs tea. There is something in the beverage that her body craves, and pregnant humans don’t crave anything unless their body is lacking something from that specific refreshment. Sometimes those cravings can be a little nontraditional— like combining items that aren’t typically served together or at a different temperature. It’s a serious matter and the true reason why this contest was created.”

“Tori,” I whispered, sounding more like a hiss. “You can’t say stuff like that!”

Ripples of concern echoed through the moon’s mental network as all eyes turned to me. Fear flooded their eyes at the discovery— the mere thought of being lost without a leader to hold the Circuli psychic web.

Tori flicked her long rainbow-highlighted hair over her shoulder as she turned to peer at me.

“Selena.” She let out a sigh as she covered one side of her mouth with her hand, as if she were trying to tell me a secret without being beside my ear. “You can’t deny how much tea cravings have taken over your life. A leader such as you shouldn’t be without something as common as tea. Let them know how important it is to you, so they understand why you are doing this.”

“Today was supposed to be a celebratory day—”

“And it will be. Just watch.” Tori flashed me a wide smile as she turned toward the crowd and gripped the podium. “Okay. The rules are simple. Each one of you has three votes. The top three companies will be given the opportunity to sell their teas here on Destima. The Beacon will reward one tea as her official tea of the royal family. These are all very honorable opportunities, including being some of the first outsiders allowed to set up a business here on this exclusive moon.

“Once the suns set, we will announce the winners.” She pointed at the suns beaming through the glass dome. “And now, let the tasting begin!”
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Selene finds herself disappointed that the teas she’s been offered taste so similar to her favored Osso. She’s looking for something different one that satisfies the cravings.

The characters we meet are fun and different, her best friend Tori is a hoot and her mates as loving as they are devoted.

I truly loved where she finds what she’s looking for. I am going to have to read more of this series.

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Margo Bond Collins’ Bio and Links

USA Today, Wall Street Journal, and New York Times bestselling author Margo Bond Collins is a former college English professor who, tired of explaining the difference between “hanged” and “hung,” turned to writing romance novels instead. Sometimes her heroines kill monsters, sometimes they kiss aliens. But they always aim for the heart! Want to hang out with the author, win book prizes, see the cool covers first, and read her books early? Join the Official Margo Bond Collins Fan Club!

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Skye MacKinnon is a USA Today & International Bestselling Author whose books are filled with strong heroines who don’t have to choose.

She embraces her Scottishness with fantastical Scottish settings and a dash of mythology, no matter if she’s writing about Celtic gods, cat shifters, or the streets of Edinburgh.

When she’s not typing away at her favourite cafe, Skye loves dried mango, as much exotic tea as she can squeeze into her cupboards, and being covered in pet hair by her two bunnies, Emma and Darwin.

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Laura Greenwood’s Bio and Links

Laura is a USA Today Bestselling Author of paranormal, fantasy, and contemporary romance. When she’s not writing, she can be found drinking ridiculous amounts of tea, trying to resist French Macaroons, and watching the Pitch Perfect trilogy for the hundredth time (at least!)

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A creator at heart, Ari has always been in love with the idea of turning nothing into something. She wants to conquer the book world with stories that focus on inclusivity and diversity, writing what she likes to read. Whether it’s adventure or romance, dragons and vampires, or princesses and students, there’s something for everyone.

Born in China, raised in Belgium, and currently living in the United Kingdom with her girlfriend, Ari is a citizen of the world and loves discovering new cultures. Luckily, her crazy imagination lets her discover places she’s never been to, meet people that don’t exist, and talk to readers from all over the world.

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Rebecca Royce’s Bio and Links

As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

I’d love to hear from you!


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Erin Bedford’s Bio and Links

Erin Bedford is an otaku, recovering coffee addict, and Legend of Zelda fanatic. Her brain is so full of stories that need to be told that she must get them out or explode into a million screaming chibis. Obsessed with fairy tales and bad boys, she hasn’t found a story she can’t twist to match her deviant mind full of innuendos, snarky humour, and dream guys.

On the outside, she’s a work from home mom and bookbinger. On the inside, she’s a thirteen-year-old boy screaming to get out and tell you the pervy joke they found online. As an ex-computer programmer, she dreams of one day combining her love for writing and college credits to make the ultimate video game!

Until then, when she’s not writing, Erin is devouring as many books as possible on her quest to have the biggest book gut of all time. She’s written over thirty books, ranging from paranormal romance, urban fantasy, and even sci-fi romance.

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Zoey Indiana’s Bio and Links

Zoey Indiana was inspired by the idea that everyone deserves love and their own happily ever after. She loves to write about heroic heroines who go on amazing adventures while finding the love they deserve. After creating her first fictional planet where amazing creatures roamed at age ten, she was determined to prove love could be found in the stars. In addition to writing, she listens to eclectic music, practices Krav Maga, and takes on home improvement projects just for the fun of it.

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Demelza Carlton’s Bio and Links

USA Today Bestselling author Demelza Carlton has always loved the ocean, but on her first snorkelling trip she found she was afraid of fish.

She has since swum with sea lions, sharks and sea cucumbers and stood on spray drenched cliffs over a seething sea as a seven-metre cyclonic swell surged in, shattering a shipwreck below.

Demelza now lives in Perth, Western Australia, the shark attack capital of the world.

The Ocean’s Gift series was her first foray into fiction, followed by her suspense thriller Nightmares trilogy. She swears the Mel Goes to Hell series ambushed her on a crowded train and wouldn’t leave her alone.

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Jade Waltz’s Bio and Links

USA Today Bestselling author, Jade Waltz lives in Illinois with her husband, two sons, and her three crazy cats. She writes character driven romances within detailed universes, where happily-ever-afters happen for those who dare love the abnormal and the unknown. Their love may not be easy– but it is well worth it   in the end. Jade enjoys knitting, playing video games, watching Esports, green tea and writing all the stories that live in her imagination.

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Redheaded Redemption – Redheads Book 2 by Rebecca Royce

Redheaded Redemption
Redheads Book 2
USA Today Bestselling Author
Rebecca Royce


I’ve never been thrown out of anywhere in my entire life. Most people ask me to come inside and promote their businesses. Beg me, even. But when Max Broadley has me publicly ousted from his 5 star, hippest place in NYC eateries, I have to find out why. It’s not the kind of thing I’m just going to let go and move on from.

But it isn’t just that Max didn’t want me eating there, he legitimately hates me and what’s worse is it seems he has every right to feel that way. Even if I can’t remember the night where I ruined his life. What’s certain is that I’ll never forget him now. His dark hair, his grey eyes. The way he makes every other man I’ve ever met seem to disappear from my memory…

I have to make it right between us, somehow, and I won’t stop until I’ve managed to do so. Some day, Max will forgive me. Oh, and I’ll also somehow manage not to get killed by the cartel that wants to hurt my family, thanks to my father’s illegal business dealings, while I also rescue a child who’s been kidnapped on the other side of the world–although it’s way outside my wheelhouse.

No big deal. Somehow I’ll do all of those things. I suppose no one ever said that redemption would be easy.

This is the second book in a series but can be read as a stand alone. It has a Happily Ever After . There is no cliff-hanger. It is an Age-Gap Contemporary Romance, Enemies to Lovers story with a slight edge of Suspense.

This book opens as Hope’s heading to meet her best friend Kylie for dinner. She’s looking at photos Layla sent her of her nephew Noah. Both she and Bridget were there when he was born although she wasn’t sure how Layla’s husband Zeke felt about that whole thing. They are triplets and well they are a package deal in some respects.

Now Hyperion, the restaurant she’s headed to, is being touted not only for the food but also the Chef, Max Broadley. Kylie had made the reservations and they were seated promptly. Both she and Kylie are shocked when the maître d’ addresses Hope by name and requests that she leave. That request is reiterated by the chef himself.

Hope has no idea what she’d done but when she goes looking she’s more than a little dismayed.

Now she’s on a quest to make amends for the horrible thing she did, starting by getting his peaches out of customs and to the restaurant on time.

Max lost his first restaurant Hayley’s because of a video of Hope where she blames her state on it’s trashy food.

The second thing she does is convince a client to have her fundraiser as a luncheon at Hyperion. It’s while sorting this out that Hope and Max start to get to know each other.

That fundraiser is the precursor to something major and I’m not saying another word.

Full of action, romance, surprises and sizzling heat, don’t miss this awesome read.

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As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

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Planet Cat – Shifter Worlds Book 2 by Rebecca Royce

Planet Cat
Shifter Worlds Book 2
USA Today Bestselling Author
Rebecca Royce


Tiffany Keyes is the one of the best problem-solvers the Union has ever had. They send her all over the universe to handle disruptions any way she sees fit. She hates them but it isn’t like she has a lot of options and she’s determined not to end her life the same way she started it: in the dead zone.

When she arrives on what is not affectionately referred to as Planet Cat to deal with the notoriously isolationist lion shifters she has heard nothing good about, she finds herself in a situation she’s never been in before—the leaders of the planet are absolutely certain she’s their mate.

They are strong, difficult, and in charge of an entire planet. Now, they have no intention of letting her go until they’ve convinced her that what they can scent is real. She is theirs. But Tiffany knows nothing in her life goes that simply. She can’t be their mate, she’s not one of their species. This can’t be real. Only it is starting to feel that way. More and more every day.
Tiffany is used to complications but this might be one even she can’t solve. She might have to just go for it. And damn the consequences.

This is a full-length novel with a strong heroine and three heroes who sometimes shift to become lions. It is part of the Shifter’s World series where every book is a stand-alone with a happily ever after. You do not need to have read anything else to read this book. There are no cliff-hangers.

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Tiffany Keyes was about to surf the Cyclops, a wave she has been promising herself to conquer forever. She’s more than a little upset with her boss Ferguson as he calls her to duty. There are missiles being fired from Planet Cat but the governing body says it’s not happening. That’s where Tiffany’s expertise comes in.

Her trip was going to plan until they began orbiting the planet, then they are shot at. Her captain avoids it but insists on landing early to prevent actually getting hit. Landing on a Shifter planet a day early is ill advised, but Tiffany would handle it. With the town not in sight the Captain was a bit hesitant to leave her, but didn’t argue when she insisted he find and analyze the missile.

The next thing she knows she’s surrounded by three male lion shifters, she was supposed to be met by females but that not until noon tomorrow.

Angering these men was not advisable even though they were amused by her weapon. After a sort of altercation they start again, this time with introductions. The lions are William, Oscar and Casper and they are the leaders of the planet and as it is about to rain they wanted to get out of it quickly.

An interesting relationship begins almost from the start and Tiffany begins to wonder just what kind of affect this planet or these shifters were having on her. Apparently they have some crazy notion she is their true mate.

I thoroughly enjoyed this romp on Plant Cat, it’s suspenseful, fun, romantic and has plenty of sizzle.

I can’t wait to see what’s next in Planet Wolf!

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As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

I’d love to hear from you!


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Planet Bear – Shifter’s World Book 1 By Rebecca Royce

Planet Bear
Shifter’s World Book 1
USA Today Bestselling Author
Rebecca Royce


Jessica White never intended to stray from her intended path. Her assignment was hard but simple. Travel through the unrestricted path of space corridor that runs between Planet Bear, Planet Wolf, and Planet Cat to human territory to deliver the packages the Union have entrusted her with. The pay day she gets when she completes her job will seriously help her family. But when she gets attacked and ends up crash landing on Planet Bear, her life changes immediately.

Finn, Cole, and Rylan aren’t just any shifters—they run the planet—and if they want their human mate accepted they’re going to change everything to get what they want. She is their mate. Everyone else can get out of their way. But Jessica isn’t at all sure she wants to go along with this mating. Their furniture is too big, their food is weird, she’s not a bear shifter, and she can’t defend herself from crazy bears shifting to threaten her life.

The brothers three will have to convince her they’re worth all the adjustment or lose her to space.

Jessica White’s first run for Union Delivery is going to be on the other side of the Shifter space. Even though she questioned it they didn’t change it. Shifter space is difficult to traverse and landing on a shifter planet is a death sentence. All is going well on the flight except for some shaking which she hoped would be the worst of it. That is until shots from the Wolf Planet hit her ship. She’s barely able to get out a call for help before she crash lands on the Bear Planet.

Not knowing how long she’s been unconscious she is surprised to be alive. Discovering her cargo was gold makes her hopeful she will be rescued but first she needs to get away from the wreckage. Exhausted and hungry she finally comes across a house.

This is a favorite scene.

The giant from the kitchen and two more, whose high cheekbones had to signify they were the brothers he’d mentioned. Unless all bear shifters looked like that. Maybe they did. Brown hair. Brown eyes. High cheekbones. The one closest to me had a slightly more rounded face, and the third man, who stood next to the one I’d sort of met, had a cleft in his chin.

The closest of them, presumably the one who had been speaking to me, put a straw to my mouth, and I sipped. Water rushed down my throat quickly, and I nearly choked, which had him pulling the drink away from me.

“Slowly. You’re dehydrated, and you fainted. Exhaustion, maybe. I don’t like your head injury. Your physiology is the same as ours in this state. You’re just fragile. Don’t fret. We’ll see to it that you are okay from here on in.”

The third one spoke. “You’re sure, Cole? I won’t risk her. I mean, I don’t understand how this is happening, but it is, so I won’t allow anything to happen to her. She’s so small. So likely to break.”

“She is fragile, for sure. But maybe tougher than she looks at the same time,” the one who had been called Cole answered. “She did survive out there somehow on her own, and we’re nowhere near the wreckage.” He rose from the bed. “You need food and maybe something to make your head stop hurting since you can’t shift.”

Shift. The word made me want to pull the covers up over my head and hide. That wouldn’t do me any good, but it was everything I could do in the world not to simply give in and hide under the blankets. The first guy had told me I was safe and then used the word mate. I didn’t know what customs and rules were on this planet or with their species, but there were all kinds of ways to hurt someone.

I swallowed. My throat was still dry, but I forced myself to speak. “What are you going to do with me? Or to me?”

The three of them stared at each other for a long second before they all turned to look at me. First guy spoke. “I’ve told her that she would be safe here. That I was in charge of what would happen. She didn’t hit her head when she fell, but perhaps the crash? That bump and the cut? Do you suppose she has brain damage?”

“I don’t have brain damage.” I sat up straight in the bed, which was when it occurred to me that I was in bed. I guessed that answered my cave question. They slept in beds. Or at least they had one. I had to keep track of what I’d been saying. “It’s a reasonable question. I am here illegally, but not purposefully. I don’t wish to cause any harm. I’m sorry I stole your porridge. I. . .”

I took a deep breath. “You said I was safe, but then you used that word—mate—and I am not going to do that just because I took the porridge. I have gold in my bag. I’ll pay you.”

The third one held up his hand. He spoke to his brother. “We’re having a meaning of the word problem. That means something different to them, and she can’t understand scent as we do.”

First guy made a noise in his throat that sounded like a growl. “Okay. We’ll start over. I did bumble it. I was in the shower. The aroma hit me. It was all I could do to get down the stairs and not destroy things to do so. You had the same reaction. You might have made mistakes too if she had been conscious when you got here.”

Cole sighed. “Hold on, you two. Please. You’ll have to excuse my brothers. Oldest and youngest. They bicker while I make peace. We are the Durojo family. You are in our house. You met Finn first. He was here when you arrived.” First guy nodded to me. “He is the oldest of our family and the leader of this planet. I’m Cole. I have some medical skills. That is why I examined you. And my youngest brother, Rylan. He’s actually been looking for you for several days. You managed to elude him. You’ll have to tell him sometime how you did that. And he’ll have to tell us why he kept the fact that he scented what you would be to us to himself.”

“Hasn’t exactly been the time.” Rylan growled, his voice lowering. “It is illegal. I wasn’t going to discuss it with strangers. I was waiting until the three of us could be alone.”

I got up on my knees. I understood about half of what they were talking about, but I wasn’t worried about it. The fundamentals of things had not changed. I had to get out of here before whatever they smelled caused them to hurt me.

“I’m sorry I’m here. I’m sorry I came in here uninvited. I can go. You never have to see me again.”

Finn scrunched up his face. “We’re not angry. Relieved, in some ways. And confused. But not upset.” He patted the top of my leg. “I was going to feed you. I scent hunger from you, and if we are to proceed, in whatever way we can possibly do that, then I need to make sure you are cared for first.”

Rylan laughed. “You were going to cook? You don’t cook.”

“Maybe I was going to warm something. I would have gotten her fed.”

I shook my head. “I think we’re having a little bit of a translation problem.” They all turned to stare at me when I said that. Okay, that was good. They could take me seriously. I had a chip in my ear that let me hear in my own language. Although these shifters hated people from other planets, presumably they must have them, too, since they could hear me just fine. Otherwise, planet-to-planet, and sometimes within one planet itself, people would struggle to make themselves understood.

Still, things went askew. This had to be one of those times. I pointed to my ear. “I’m hearing things that don’t make sense, and that is fine. That happens. My name is Jessica White. I work for the Union as a courier. I bring things through space. Well, this was my first mission.” Rylan opened and closed his mouth. I didn’t know what he was going to say or why he decided not to speak. Or maybe that was some kind of tic thing he did. It didn’t matter right then.

I had their attention, so I continued. “I was flying through the assigned corridor of space, and the wolves shot some kind of planet to space missile and knocked me off the corridor and sent me crashing onto your planet. I don’t really remember anything from after the strike until I woke. I was pretty sure I was going to die. My family tends to be blown up in lots of different ways, but the end result is the same. We just do.”

Cole rubbed his chin and rocked back on his feet, but he didn’t interrupt. I really appreciated them not talking over me. Whatever the glitch was in our language chips, we could overcome it if we just all listened very carefully.

“I know that you guys, as a rule, don’t allow non shifters here. That is fine. I don’t want to be here. My people will come get me. I can either wait until they do somewhere else, or maybe you could contact them.” I might have been expendable, and I really hoped I wasn’t, but the gold would get them here fast. “You can all go back to your lives.”

Cole shook his head. “I am going to go do the cooking. You can explain this, Rylan. Finn needs to call off the searchers.”

I rubbed my eyes. Why weren’t they focusing on the fundamentals here?

Rylan sat down on the bed next to me, patting my leg under the blanket. “Are you in pain? Cole wanted to get you a pain block. I can do that.”

“I am in pain, but I’m less concerned about that than about the things I said not being answered. I am grateful you are trying to help me. Concerned, but grateful.” There. I’d been magnanimous, hadn’t I? I knew big words sometimes. I could read and did when I had any time.

“Listen, this must be confusing. It is for us too.” Rylan sighed. “You see, we were raised to believe humans smelled bad. That upon encountering a human, we would instantly want to kill it.”

It. I tried not to wince, but failed. His use of that term was exactly what I was afraid of. I was a cockroach to them. Every planet had them. The little bastards probably had their own interstellar travel arrangements.

He made a growling noise in the back of his throat and then abruptly stopped. “I didn’t mean to say what I said the way I said it. I’m not. . .good at this. Finn should be explaining. Okay, listen, we don’t hate the way you smell. If anything, we’re sort of addicted to it. You smell like our mate. I don’t know what you know about us since we know little about you, but we mate as clans. Brothers usually mate the same woman. There are always more males than females. Our kind evolved that way. Helps us protect you better too. You’re ours.”

My mouth fell open. “That’s not possible. I’m not a bear shifter.” Now at least I understood that word Finn had used. “Bear shifters must mate other bear shifters.”

“Yes. Usually. But we don’t often find ourselves with others outside of our population. You’ll adjust to the idea. You’ll like us. We are the strongest clan on the planet. Finn is in charge. It’s an honor to be our mate.”
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Jessica is really freaked out over their declaration she’s their mate. Not just one of them but all three. Finn is the planet leader and they would somehow make all of this work out. Cole and Rylan were sure of it.

They even go so far as to assure her they would make sure she kept her promise to her brother, although they don’t say how that was going to happen.

I really loved this book, it’s got action, suspense, romance and sizzle. All things the original fairy tale didn’t have. I really can’t wait to read Planet Cat!

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As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

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The Girl Who fell from The Sky – Stranded Hearts Book 1 By Rebecca Royce and Vivian Jackson

The Girl Who Fell from the Sky
Stranded Hearts Book 1
USA Today Bestselling Authors
Rebecca Royce
Vivian Jackson



The day her starship crashed,
Bianca’s life began.

En route to life saving surgery, Bianca’s ship plummeted from the stars to a primitive planet far beyond the reaches of the Union and all she’s ever known. Surviving was just the first miracle. Being found by a race of what her education says are savages–but who her damaged heart and sharp mind embraces as loving, passionate, and kind–challenges everything she’s ever believed about herself.

Nox, Torrin, Mattis, Astor

The one who finds her. The one who claims her. The one who wants her. The one who needs her. Leaders among their people, they couldn’t be more alike or more different. But they are in agreement on one thing: she’s going to be theirs and they will fight to keep her.

On the day she fell from the sky,
their world changed forever.



When Nox finds Bianca after her spaceship crashes, he is caring and immediately treats her burns. He doesn’t understand how her ‘transport’ got airborne to begin with and even more puzzling is she has no markings to show who she belongs to. He knows he has to bring her to Torin, but he’s going to make a stop first.

Bianca slowly comes to realize this is not a planet known to the Union she is from. They don’t know of her brother Brent or any other planets for that matter. The second person she meets is Astor, he’s a bit different from the other males in the City-State. He’s more intuitive, and he is the one who created the salve that Nox used on her burns.

While Astor and Nox try to figure out the circumstances of Bianca’s arrival and what the Reamers might have taken from the wreckage another friend arrives. Mattis owns the City-State’s bar located not far from Astor’s and he is looking for Nox. He’d heard about the Reamer presence at the potential battle site and was concerned.

Between Bianca’s lack of identifying brands and her strange looking holo-watch there is no doubt they have to go to Torin for him to ultimately decide how to handle her sudden appearance. Torin’s response, Astor’s claim as well as Nox’s and Mattis’ all twist into a tale that is both spell binding and for Bianca almost life changing.

This book just grabs hold and doesn’t let go! Bianca’s adjustment to being in such a primitive environment, the love that evolves for these men, and the sister relationship she begins to develop with Dreama is artfully woven. Even her discovery of their society’s origin is a surprise and the ending wants me to beg for the next one sooner rather than later.

5 Contented Purrs for Rebecca and Vivian!


Rebecca Royce Rebecca Royce

As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

I’d love to hear from you!


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Vivian Jackson

Vivien Jackson writes fantastical, futuristic kissing books. Her debut science fiction romance WANTED & WIRED was an Amazon Best Book of 2017, a Romance Writers of America RITA finalist, and an SFR Galaxy Award winner. A devoted Whovian Browncoat Sindarin Jedi gamer, Viv lives in Austin, Texas, and watches a lot of football.

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A Taste from The Wicked Souls Anthology – Her Masks by Rebecca Royce & Ripley Proserpina

Wicked Souls
40+ reverse harem romances to tempt your dark side.


Rebecca Royce
Joely Sue Burkhart
Mila Young
May Dawson
Margo Bond Collins
C.R. Jane
Ophelia Bell
Khardine Gray
Katherine Bogle
Skyler Andra
Bee Murray
A.J. Mullican
Ripley Proserpina
Monica Corwin
M.M. Chabot
Rebekah R. Ganiere
Jennifer Grey
Serenity Ackles
Maggie Alabaster
Sidonia Rose



Something Wicked this way comes.
Don’t miss it!

Dark delights. Wicked spells. Damned souls and spirits seeking revenge. On All Hallows’ Eve when the veil is thin, all manner of wicked souls come out to play.

Denizens of night dance in a frenzy. Stolen hearts beat like the pounding of a thousand drums. The rhythm of love vies with the rhyme of magic and the melody of mischief.

Do you want to join in?

Get your copy today and devour these reverse harem romance stories by today’s New York Times and USA Today bestselling and hot new authors. They’ll shake your soul, rattle your heart, and satisfy your darkest desires.

In the darkness lie all things tantalizing, enthralling, and even wicked. Come see what others sold their soul to gain. This collection will take you by the hand and hold you in its grip deep into the night. Every story will leave you breathless and wanting more.

But beware, once you turn the page, you’ll never want to stop.

Join demons, devils, shifters, witches, wayward souls and more in these amazing reverse harem romances, where no one gets left out.

Why choose when you can have it all?

40+ reverse harem romances to tempt your dark side.


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Her Masks

Rebecca Royce
Ripley Proserpina


Chaney had been locked away as a danger to herself and others after insisting that the masks she saw were real people. She first met the men when she was sixteen, they only came to be on Halloween and this year she had to see them. She’s twenty now and for escaping this time she is sure she will be sent to another facility far away from New Orleans.

The masks were in an old abandoned theatre, that no one knew the ownership. The state wouldn’t tear it down fearing some kind of historical significance. When Chaney finds the masks where she had left them the last time, she lines them up in a specific order. This was the only way they could come to her, in fact that was the word she used to summon them, Come.

Thinking this is the last time she will ever see them, she tells them where she has been. She also tells them she will be pursued and sent away. Matthew, Scott and Robert weren’t going to let that happen to her, they take her to a safe house and explain who they are and where they are from. They give her the choice to return with them to their time.

Let’s just say that alone is a lot for her to take in, but things get even more complicated with every turn of the page.

The pull of the bond is such that Chaney and her men have no choice but to complete it in scenes that had my kindle smoking (kidding), but wow talk about sizzle!

Twists and turns, surprises and sizzle abound in this very different short story.

5 Contented Purrs for Rebecca & Ripley!


Rebecca Royce Rebecca Royce

As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

I’d love to hear from you!


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Ripley Proserpina

Ripley Proserpina spends her days huddled near a fire in the frozen northern wilds of Vermont. She lives with her family, two magnificent cats, and one dog who aspires to cat-hood. She is the author of the Reverse Harem series, The Searchers, Midnight’s Crown, and the young adult/fantasy duet, Wishes and Curses.

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Coming Sept. 30th! Redhead on the Run – Redheads Book 1 By Rebecca Royce

Redhead on the Run
Redheads Book 1
Rebecca Royce



Running away on my wedding day probably wasn’t the best idea. Horrified by the future I’d signed up for, I turned right around and rushed up the aisle away from my drug-addicted groom….and right into the arms of my father’s estranged business partner, Zeke Scott.

Zeke makes me a promise: he’ll help me become independent, the kind of woman I’ve always wanted to be, if I help him discover my father’s hidden secrets proving his betrayal.

But Zeke is a man with secrets of his own and although our love should be forbidden—he is sixteen years older with a lifetime of experience—I can’t resist the pull between us. The longer our explosive arrangement goes on–the less I want to.

He’s another man in my life who wants something from me but at least he’s honest about it and his kisses come with promises of freedom from the gilded bars I’ve spent a lifetime behind. But when the time comes to leave…can I walk away at all?

This book has a happily ever after, with a complete love story. The reader should be aware this is a dark age gap contemporary romance with a possessive hero and a heroine who needs to find her way to know herself. They have a lot to go through to find their forever love. This is the first in a series where every book is a different couple and each book has a happy ending.



It’s amazing just how cruel family can be, but in Layla’s case it just might be her salvation.

Layla was about to marry Kit Allard. Everything about this wedding was planned by her future mother-in-law, even her dress. As she walked down the aisle on her father’s arm she realized she hated the man at the end of the aisle, and she was pretty sure he hated her too. With that thought she flees, running with no destination in mind, and losing her shoes in the process. She’s in Paris, she doesn’t speak or understand the language and finally when she ran out of steam she sat on a bench to think.

They found her there, her father, her sisters, Bridget and Hope, her brother Justin, and their security chief Michael. In a very public display her father disowns her ordering her siblings to follow or be cut as well. Justin gives her a debit card, and takes her jewelry to return to Kit, a promises to meet her at the Hotel des Oiseaux, ‘the Hotel of Birds;. Unfortunately the debit card had no money on it.

It’s Zach Scott who meets her there, her siblings all whisked away to the airport and a flight back to New York. That is except for Justin who took off with Kit.

Zach makes her an offer she has to take, a place to live and a promise to teach her how to never be in this position again.

What follows is a story as heartbreaking as it is romantic. Paris is for sure the city of love, and exploring it through their eyes was a beautiful experience.

Now you know nothing is going to be easy and the antagonist is the same throughout. Sometimes family just stinks. It’s also an awaking of sorts for Layla and her sisters as well. But Layla hers is a journey, one you really mustn’t miss.

I can’t wait to read the next book in this series!

5 Contented Purrs for Rebecca!

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Rebecca Royce Rebecca Royce

As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

I’d love to hear from you!


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Flame’s Embrace: An Australian Bushfire Charity Anthology

Flames Embrace

From urban fantasy with a dollop of romance,
to spicy paranormal love stories,
Flame’s Embrace has it all.

All profits will go toward
an Australian Bushfire Charity,
to help support communities and wildlife
that were severely impacted
by the Australian Bushfires
at the start of 2020.
Funding is still required,
and many animals and people
lost their lives to this devastating event.
May Sage
Seanan McGuire
Meg Anne & Kel Carpenter
Bec McMaster
Amanda Pillar
Emigh Cannaday
Kim Faulks
Heather Long & Rebecca Royce
Grace McGinty
TJ Nichols
Ripley Proserpina
Vivienne Savage
Bam Shepherd
Mila Young


Set it Ablaze
A Witch Queen Short Story

May Sage

Camille ‘Cee’ Danvers is preparing to leave Massachusetts for Australia. As she settles for the night, a couple of ghosts rouse her for help.

This is a favorite scene.

It was the wrong season for this. In November, the forest was too wet for a fire to propagate like this. It had rained just yesterday. Which meant that this was the work of a witch. Hopefully. Otherwise, it was something much worse.

Cee consciously stopped herself from chewing on her bottom lip—a nervous gesture she was trying not to resort to as it messed with her lipstick. She had a big thing for lipstick these days. After so many years of not being allowed to wear any makeup at all, she loved all types of cosmetics, but lipsticks more than the rest. She liked it bright or dark. It would have been positively shocking for her family.

When she reached the line of fire, she knelt to the ground and planted her feet deep in the cold earth. Spells came to her mouth without a second thought as to the best one to use. Magic had always been easy as breathing for her. She whispered to the wind and the sky, coaxed the earth into lending her some power. Her words weren’t in English. Nor were they in Latin, typically used in most of the spells her family had wanted to drill into her. She didn’t know the language at all. All she knew was that it worked.

Within seconds, the first drop of rain fell on her forehead. A moment after, she was drenched as the rain poured down with violence.

Yet the fire remained.

What the hell?


She didn’t need to turn to know the ghosts were right behind her.

“Yeah, well, I’m trying.” She blew a frustrated breath. If a crap ton of water wasn’t working, how was she supposed to stop the fire?

Then she stilled, thinking about a different approach. This fire wasn’t natural, and the consequence wasn’t what she needed to get rid of—she needed to find the root cause.
May Sage, Flame’s Embrace (Kindle Locations 92-108). Maatkare Books. Kindle Edition.

The cause of the fire is a surprise to her as is the new knowledge of what she is.

Now she’ll be hunted.

A quick satisfying read, with action and heat of the regular kind. I can’t wait to read more of Cee’s story!

5 Contented Purrs for May!

Love In The Last Days Of A Doomed World

Seanan McGuire

With a huge comet hurtling to earth, surviving isn’t something that will happen. This is an apocalyptic event coming. The woman telling us this story and her partner are living their lives the way they want.

There are glimpses of the past, of comic books and superheroes. There is more than one mention of Krypton.

This is a favorite glimpse of the past.

The woman in the library isn’t interesting enough to take my attention away from my book. Not many things are. Books are better than people. They’re easier and kinder and they move as fast as I want them to, letting me take my time, letting me leap ahead. Books are safe.

I’m sitting on a hard plastic chair in the adult section of the library. The chairs in the children’s section fit me better—my feet are dangling more than a foot above the floor—but the librarians don’t like it when I carry my weight in physics texts from one side of the library to the other. I’m not sure why. I don’t like to make the librarians unhappy, and so here I am, content in my nest of paper and plastic and physics. So it isn’t that unusual when the woman walks toward me, not the way it would have been if she’d been in the children’s library, where strangers aren’t supposed to be.

She drops a folded piece of paper on my book as she passes. I pick it up, intending to hand it back to her, but my eyes catch on the equations inside, and I’m lost. It’s poetry. It’s mathematics so impossibly advanced that they become a language all their own, and by the time I realize I’m looking at someone else’s work, it’s too late. When I manage to tear my eyes away from the equations, she’s gone. I didn’t really get a good look at her. I’m eleven; all adults look alike to me.

Her hair was the same color mine is. I remember that much.

“Finders keepers,” I whisper, and slide her note into my pocket. Tonight, I’ll dream of those equations.
Seanan McGuire, Flame’s Embrace (Kindle Locations 372-385). Maatkare Books. Kindle Edition.

What those equations the woman drops periodically mean is a puzzle. One to be solved before the event.

A strange yet intriguing tale.

5 Contented Purrs for Seanan!

Succubus Blues
A Grimm Brotherhood Short Story

Kel Carpenter & Meg Anne

Tamsin is interested in Dominick but he doesn’t seem interested. Now the Fae Queen has set up a team building retreat for a few of them. Let me just say it’s not your ordinary retreat.

The first thing we get to know is that Dominick really wants Tamsin, he’s just afraid it’s her succubus nature and not the real thing. The torture begins when they are sharing the ride to the venue. Dominick is tortured by Tamsin’s singing, it’s really making it hard not to touch her. The Alpha wolf in the back seat has me giggling when she’s woken and cranky over the window being open.

The best is when they get pulled over and Tamsin rescues him from the situation, one that could have been sticky in many ways.

To top it all off when they arrive they find that Natasha hasn’t booked enough rooms so someone has to share. Guess who that is?

This is a favorite scene.

Loading two suitcases on my shoulder and carrying another one in my hand, I was halfway up the sloped driveway when voices carried.

“You can’t be serious,” Tamsin was saying.

“Look. I know it’s not convenient, but there’s only so many beds—”

“Then why the hell am I being paired with him? None of you are sharing rooms.”

Silence. Mumbled things I couldn’t make out. I dropped the suitcases next to the front door on the giant wraparound porch before stepping inside.

“What’s this about sharing rooms?” I asked.

“Nocturna didn’t book a big enough cabin. Two people have to share a room.” Tamsin crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her golden eyes on the fae leader.

Nocturna shrugged apathetically, clearly not giving a shit.

“You were the last one here,” she said. “It’s only fair.”

My eyes narrowed even as my heart slammed in protest. I needed distance from the succubus, not to share a damn room with her.

“Convenient excuse,” I said flatly.

The fae woman didn’t so much as blink. “It’s the truth. Like it or not.”

“Drawing straws would be just as fair,” Tamsin pointed out.

“Why can’t Tamsin and Serena share, then?” I asked.

“Oh, no you don’t. My sleep has already been impaired by the two of you enough this weekend. I’m not sharing a room with anyone. Besides, my foot crossed the threshold before yours,” Serena said, already sprawled out on a plaid armchair.

“Only because I carried your luggage,” I practically snarled, desperation sounding a lot like anger.

“Glad to see you’re as excited by the news as I am, reaper boy.”

I glared at Tamsin. As if things weren’t already complicated enough between us, now we had to share a room? The universe was seriously fucking with me.

“It’s that or the couch,” Nocturna said.

“Couch it is,” Tamsin said, clapping her hands. “I’ll go grab you a pillow.”

I looked toward the furniture and didn’t actually see a couch. I saw a two-seater love seat and a lot of armchairs. I grasped her elbow before she made it more than a step. “That’s not even a real couch. I can’t fit on that. Look, I’m not happy about it either, but if those are the only options, we’re just going to have to deal with it. I can be an adult about it if you can.”

Tamsin studied me for a second, one of her eyebrows raised in a way that made me uneasy.

“Fine,” she finally snapped. She stalked off down the hall to what I could only assume was our room. Sighing, I turned around and headed back to the car for the rest of our suitcases.

This day just kept getting better and better.
Meg Anne; Kel Carpenter. Flame’s Embrace (Kindle Locations 743-749). Maatkare Books. Kindle Edition.

Things get funnier and heat up as this story continues. So much fun!

5 Contented Purrs for Kel and Meg!

Wings of Fire and Fury

Bec McMaster

Alina was taken under Mircea’s tutalage after her parents died violently. She believes a Dreki killed her parents. After years of training and hunting she’s ready to find the creature who killed her parents and finally get her revenge.

Although Alina doesn’t know it, Mircea witnessed her parents death. He knows what creature did the deed and knows Alina has to discover the truth herself. There’s something else brewing as well, Alina has been attracted to Mircea for a while now, but while he always watches over her he hasn’t shown any interest other than protector and friend.

This is a favorite scene.

Setting the empty goblet down very precisely, she sauntered toward him. His gaze dropped to her hips as if he sensed the abrupt leonine shift to her stride, and her heart soared.

“You always watch over me while I sleep,” she whispered, “but I don’t want you watching over me anymore—”

“You don’t want me riding with—?”

“No.” Alina straddled his thighs, her hands coming to rest upon his chest. “I want you in my blankets with me.”

Every muscle in his body stiffened, though his left hand came to rest on her thigh. Heat darkened those eyes. “What are you doing?”

She reached out, brushing her thumb over his lower lip. “What does it look like?” His mouth was so soft. She leaned closer. “I am tired of this push and pull between us—”

“You’ve been drinking.”

Not enough to shield her bruised heart. “Ah. You’re going to tell me I’m too drunk to make this decision.”

His hand half-lifted, before he curled his fingers into a fist and laid it to rest gently upon her thigh. “Grief and wine make poor choices.”

“Too young. Too broken-hearted. Too drunk.” She pushed away from him. “If the answer is no, Mircea, then tell me no. Stop looking at me as if you want to strip me naked and eat me all up. Stop hunting with me. Tell me no and I’ll ride away, I swear I will. I will never bother you again.”

He pushed to his feet and captured her wrist, and there it was again, the hot flash of molten heat in his eyes.

“Stop it,” she said, slamming her palms against his chest. “Stop looking at me like that if you don’t want me.”

“I never said I didn’t want you.”

What? Alina gaped at him. “Then why the hell do you tell me no?”

“Because you’re still living in the past. All you can see is a vicious dreki killing your parents. All you want to do is kill it—”

“If they were your parents, would you not wish the same?”

The muscle in his jaw clenched. “Perhaps. But you don’t know what happened that day. You don’t know the truth of their deaths. You were knocked unconscious before you could reach them.”

“What am I supposed to do? Ask the dragon?”

“Dreki,” he growled.

Alina threw her hands in the air and pushed away from him. “Dreki. Dragon. Wyrm. They’re all the same.”

“They are not the same.”

“Then they’re just an excuse not to touch me,” she shouted.

Mircea stared at her.

She glared back, her chest quivering and her breath coming in harsh pants. Want ached within her. Not merely a desire to have his hands on her, but a heartfelt yearning that tore her in two. She wanted him. She wanted his touches. His kisses. But most of all, she wanted his heart.

“Perhaps I don’t want to be a poor choice made from a mix of loneliness and grief,” he finally said. “Have you ever thought of that? Perhaps I want to be more than a night’s mistake. Or a regret.”

Alina drew back sharply. “A mistake?”

“And perhaps one day you’ll forgive me,” he finally said.

“Forgive you? For what?”

“For this.”

Mircea captured the base of her skull with his palm and hauled her against him.

The bruising claim of his mouth stole a gasp from her, and then he was kissing her as if he wanted to claim her. Alina curled her fists into his shirt, wilting into the embrace.

In all her imaginings of this moment, she’d never come close to the truth.
Bec McMaster. Flame’s Embrace (Kindle Locations 1285-1293). Maatkare Books. Kindle Edition.

Alina is in for more than one surprise as she heads out to deal with the monster that not only killed her parents, but also a couple of boys from her village.

Mircea reveals a truth about himself and the consequences are both startling and hot in more ways than one.

5 Contented Purrs for Bec!

Burning Secrets
A Heaven’s Heart Short Story

Amanda Pillar

Godric is a Mortis Demon, his skin is poisonous and kills anything other than another Mortis. As a member of the Halcyon Guild he metes out punishment as required. He has a particular revulsion to rapists such as this Ignis demon. A rather gory scene as he photographs and sends the image to his boss.

Kara is a phoenix with a particular aversion to the Ignis line. They have the idea that she is part of a prophecy linking their lineage. She has been held captive by them, even forced to wed but there have been no offspring from her. There are only a couple Ignis demons of the royal line left and one of them was staying in a room where she works. This is where she meets Godric.

This is a favorite scene.

Time to bail. Taking one last look at the scene, he decided it was tidy enough—if you excused the blood and gore, which he did. Now he needed to make tracks.

He listened at the door before he opened it a crack.

He slammed it shut.


A huge golden eye had stared right back at him through the inch-wide gap.

“Room service?” The woman on the other side of the door called.

Why does that sound more like a question?

“Not interested,” he shouted back.

How the fuck was he going to get out of here?

Sure, there was nothing illegal about assassination in Hell—if you were unlucky or dumb enough to get killed, that was on you—but if the family or friends knew who the killer was, there was nothing that stopped them seeking revenge.

An eye for an eye, and all that.

A fist banged on the door. “Room service.”

Godric jerked it open, just wide enough to look out. “Not. Interested.”

Two of those large, golden eyes were staring at him now, in surprise, framed by thick, sooty lashes. They were arresting, as was the rest of the woman’s face—cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass, luscious, very kissable lips…all surrounded by long, bubblegum-pink hair. And her body—it was made for sex. Generous hips he could grip tight, and breasts that would overflow in his hands.

Her tongue darted out to lick her lower lip, and yeah, Godric was ashamed to admit his cock may have jumped a little at the sight.

It had been a while.

“This is room 205?” she asked, voice low and smoky. Her left hand waved to a trolley on which sat a stainless-steel cloche, bloodwine bottle and an empty glass. She wasn’t wearing a uniform, but most of the employees at the Casa de los Condenados didn’t bother with formalities. Black was the preferred color; it didn’t show blood as much.

“That’s what the numbers say on the door,” he replied.

What would she sound like moaning?

Better off not imagining that. She was no Mortus demon—her skin a warm caramel, glowing with health, no sign of the green tint that would mark her as one of his species—and sex with a non-Mortus was not something he was interested in.

Fucking corpses wasn’t his thing.

She frowned. “This room is checked out to a Mr. P. Jeremy.”

“Sure is.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Mr. Jeremy is an Ignis demon.”

Yeah, that was something he couldn’t pretend to be. Next time he’d have to bring an illusion spell with him.

She was sniffing the air. He had no idea what kind of demon she was—Hell, she looked human enough, if not for those eyes—and he realized she might be able to scent what was left in the room.

Godric gave her a cool smile and stepped through the door. He locked it, flicking a small spell at it as he did so. She wouldn’t be able to enter the room for a good twenty minutes. “I swapped rooms with Mr. Jeremy,” he lied. “Check the next one. I’m heading down for a drink; have a good night.”

Finally close enough, he raised his hand and blew a cloud of white dust at her.

She coughed in protest, and then looked at the trolley next to her, blinking in confusion.

The spell wouldn’t last long—it just affected short-term memory. But it would give him enough of a window to leave, his face and presence forgotten.

He tugged up the hood on his sweater and was whistling by the time he made it downstairs. The bar was a huge open space, filled with tables, and a counter running the length of one wall. He strode straight for the exit and was out the door before the patrons realized there had been a Mortus in the mix.

Outside, he whispered the incantation for a Devilsgate and threw a handful of powder in the air, watching as it spun to form a fiery circle. He stepped through the glittering portal, out of Sheol and back into Tartarus and the Halcyon Guild building.


He was home.
Amanda Pillar. Flame’s Embrace (Kindle Locations 1894-1902). Maatkare Books. Kindle Edition.

Kara made a mistake when the new Ignis King comes to collect his brother’s body, she’s seen and recognized. Immediately she’s blamed for the death, but she wasn’t the one who did the heinous deed.Godric’s next assignment comes from Hades Personal Assistant, Asha Himm. She wants the ashes of a Phoenix not the fake ones either. When he goes in search of her, aside from the roadblock her friends throw at him, she’s also not at the cafe. He also knows he’s not the only one who wants to kill her, the Ignis do as well. While he wants her to come back, they certainly do not.

When Godric finds Kara she is once again a prisoner of the Ignis. There’s also something about her that attracts him, and he is sure the feeling is mutual.

This book while a bit on the gory side, is a fun read with some heat in more than one way and an interesting outcome.

5 Contented Purrs for Amanda!


Emigh Cannaday

Lyss is a hunter who excels at tracking. Prince Herbert’s brother the Crown Prince has been killed by fire. As a result a team of hunters have been employed by the Prince who is also assisting in the search.

Their first night out and Lyss can’t sleep, she decides to try the thermal pond she saw on their way to their campsite for the night.

This is a favorite scene.

From a distance the surface of the water looked like an expansive sheet of steamy obsidian, dark and opulent, but as I approached its bank it was as if the veneer shifted. The moonlight shone down through the mist to reveal a beautiful, clear body of water, its depths scattered with smooth pebbles and stones. Taking note of the amount of steam rising from the surface, I crouched down and brought my fingers to the water, bracing myself for the stinging burn.

Instead, I was greeted by the velvety-soft texture of warm water.

It was delicious.

“Such a strange place,” I murmured as I kicked off my boots. I took one last glance around, then began to undress. The mist above cleared for a moment, sending a brilliant cascade of moonlight across the lake, and a shimmer of pale light danced around the clearing. Fully naked, I waded into the water until the surface came up to my chest. There was no possibility of carnivorous fish or flesh-eating amphibians living in such heat. My feet slid over the layer of pebbles lining the bottom of the lake. They were slick with algae, and I dug my toes between two large rocks to keep my balance. I took a deep breath and felt my body relax in the full embrace of the warmth.

A breeze rushed through the clearing, rippling the surface of the water in one swift, determined sweep. I noticed some leaves at the edge of the clearing shift more quickly than the underbrush around it. I watched as the branches moved the wrong way, and immediately froze.

I wasn’t alone.

I watched carefully, keeping my eyes trained on the barely perceptible movements through the haze of mist. It wasn’t long before I spotted it.

At first, it was just the shining wet glint of two yellow eyes peering at me from behind the cover of dark leaves. I felt my breath catch in my throat. It was a fire fiend, and I was a sitting duck, a helpless target begging to be torched and torn apart. I considered screaming out for my companions, but it was pointless. Even if they bothered to come after me—and I doubted any of them actually would—I’d ventured too far away from our camp. I could scream my lungs out and there was no chance they would ever hear me. And even if they did hear me…they’d never reach me in time. By the time they’d arrive, I’d be little more than a smoldering pile of ashes.

The creature’s slow movement shifted behind the eyes, and I realized I was looking at a wild boar, not a fire fiend. Still dangerous, but I was a hunter. This was familiar territory. This was what I did.

My gaze drifted over to the pile of clothes I’d left sitting at the edge of the water. My long blade sat perched on the large rock beside them…its sharp edge flashing white in the moonlight, beckoning to me…chiding me for not bringing her along on my moonlight swim. I dropped lower in the warm water until the surface came up to my chin, and slowly drifted at an even pace towards my weapon, hoping not to garner much attention. I began to turn my eyes back to the wild boar and spotted more movement over to my left.


Another one. This one was bigger, with hulking shoulders and razor sharp, glistening tusks jutting out of her lower jaw.

Knowing they traveled in groups—sometimes as many as thirty—I swallowed hard and scanned the edge of the clearing. My thoughts raced as I tried to calculate the different ways this encounter might go. I was running through each of my options when a low grunt rose up from behind.

I turned slowly to see two more boars emerge from the treeline, their thick, muscular bodes moving over the stones and twigs without hardly a sound until they were almost at the edge of the lake. I focused my thoughts, keeping my eyes locked on my blade. I knew their way of thinking, their movements and patterns. I’d seen boars swim effortlessly across rivers to get at food. But would they charge into a thermal lake with water this hot just to attack me? Then again, these were Brimstones boars. Things were different here—maybe the wildlife was different as well? I didn’t know if they would risk the lake to get to me, although if I waited to find out, I wouldn’t have a chance in hell.

There was a distinct crunch in the distance and all four wild boars looked away from me and towards the sound, sensing an unexpected change in the air. I took advantage of the distraction and leapt out of the water, grabbing the handle of my blade as I rolled over the bank, pebbles and rocks imprinting themselves onto my bare skin. A chorus of low grunts rose from the boars as they began to circle me in a cautious, calculating dance.

I turned, slashing the blade in the air in wide arcs. The water ran off my skin as I spun, showering the boars in rogue droplets. I growled back at them, attempting to intimidate them. It didn’t work. They inched closer, saliva dripping from the jowls as their yellow eyes surveyed the softest parts of my body.

A roar erupted nearby and my vision was blinded by white light. Searing flames licked at the tail of the boar in front of me, and it squealed as it whirled in a circle, curling its tail around its rear. Another spiral of flames pierced through the stillness of the night, missing one of the beasts by a hair. Heat blazed across my face, burning my eyes so much that I had to turn away.

When I looked back again, I saw him.

The fire fiend.
Emigh Cannaday. Flame’s Embrace (Kindle Locations 2705-2751). Maatkare Books. Kindle Edition.

An overheard conversation and an almost capture cause an interesting twist to this tale.

Action, Betrayal and Heat in more ways than one as this story unfolds.

5 Contented Purrs for Emigh!

Ashes and Smoke

Rebecca Royce & Heather Long

The Knights of Lazarus are composed of orphans, selected and trained to fight demons. They keep humans safe from that powerful evil.

James has just finished dispatching one such demon when the sky exploded with red. He had to go to her now, his Nika needs him.

There were others who would go to her if he were unable, but he would always run to her first. He would collect the ashes lovingly and bring her home.

This is a favorite scene.

With the ashes tucked by my heart, I found my car, parked in the middle of where she and I had been. With a little over twelve kilometers to go to get home in the Erzsébetváros, I had no time to spare. Traffic was low, thanks to the weather, but I pushed the speed as fast as I could manage.

Relief washed through me when I reached our destination. There wasn’t any time to waste. If I didn’t get there in time, what Nika had to go through would be so much worse.

I parked, locked the car, and rushed through the door. We’d bought the ground floor in a synagogue they’d turned into apartments three years earlier and we—and by that, what I really meant was she—slowly converted it into our homes. This was an old part of town, and the spiritual feeling of being in a building where so many had once come to pray wasn’t lost on us. We could both taste the goodness of this place when we’d stepped inside to look. Some found it too weird, but it was the otherness of it that appealed to us. We could really use all the help we could get from whoever watched what we did.

Our upstairs neighbors were musicians who minded their own business. I didn’t even know their names. Nika did. She was better with that kind of thing. My phone beeped as it did every night, reminding me we were minutes from sunset. I kept a constant running tab in our life. It was important I know.

My laptop was open where I’d left it as I’d hustled to get out the door with Nika earlier. There were hours of work to do ahead of me. My clients needed their books managed, and the remote nature of distantly taking care of people I never had to meet appealed to me. Nika was the people person. She spent her days decorating homes in the flourishing homes of the elite in Budapest. She knew how to make things beautiful. Rebirth was in her nature.

I took out the pouch, pouring the contents of it into a dish I’d found when I’d accompanied her to an antique store on a rare Saturday we’d taken off together. It was artisan copper with burnt umber, the design a selection of crisscrossing x and y marks. I didn’t know why it made me think of her, perhaps it was nothing more than the fact that I’d found it when I was with her, but it had seemed like it should be hers, for moments like this.

I checked the time. Less than a minute to go. Then she would sleep for hours, unawakenable until she’d healed.

Stepping back a safe distance, I watched. As I always did. Fear I never acknowledged lodged itself in my stomach, and I ignored the sensation. She would come back. Nika was young. There would come a time she couldn’t do this anymore, when she would stop returning to me. But not yet. Everything we’d read told us there were years before that was a worry.

Still, it did nothing to alleviate the anxiety about exactly when that would be.

Even braced and prepared, the moment the flames began to lick through the ashes and cascade upward in a shower of intense heat and near blind-brightness that I had to blink past tears to see still caught me off-guard. Sweat dotted my brow, but I refused to cede any further ground. I had to be close. I had to be…

The flames spouted up to the ceiling as they consumed every single ash, and as swiftly as they formed, they faded, drawing back until she stood there, poised, bare-skinned as the day of her first birth with the wild tumble of her radiant red hair clinging to her damp skin. For just a moment, her eyes were open and a smile touched her lips.

My heart settled, and I caught her as she fell. Cradling her to my chest, I ignored the heat rolling off her as I pressed my lips to her forehead.


My miracle.

Born from the flames once more.
Heather Long & Rebecca Royce. Flame’s Embrace (Kindle Locations 3236-3238). Maatkare Books. Kindle Edition.

Nika’s love for James was as beautiful and intense as his for her. He would always be there for her, to catch her at her rebirth. She wouldn’t ever take his love for granted. Especially now with the sign, the 10 Demons who attacked her causing her to resort to the flames to be reborn. The number…the beginning of the end.

A conclave to discuss the fact they need more knights, lead to the assignment being given to Nika and James. The times, however, will make this very difficult for all involved.

This is a love story for the ages, with action, fear, love, and sizzling heat in more ways than one.

5 Contented Purrs for Heather and Rebecca!

Don’t Flirt with Demons

Grace McGinty

Elsie caught her boyfriend Cade with her boss. In response she quit her job and is drowning her sorrows in a bottle of vodka. In the process she is also burning up a few reminders of him, and setting off sprinklers and alarms. The most surprising though, is the demon she summons. How, she’s not quite sure, but he’s there, naked with swirling tattoos and horns. Then the super shows up.

This is a favorite scene.

He was fucking gorgeous and I was a dead woman walking. I just nodded and walked over to the door in a daze. I opened the door to Frank, the Super. He was a bit of a creeper, and he’d also been friends with Cade, so he was doubly bad in my book.

I realized I was still in my underwear and a tank that said ‘I Woke Up Like This’ when Frank’s eyes went straight to my boobs, then down to my exposed thighs. He didn’t seem impressed and I wanted to punch him in the face and then lick the remaining vodka out of the sink.

Frank lifted his eyes back to my face. “Do you have an open flame in there, Miss Watson?”

I rolled my eyes. “Call me Elsie, Frank. It’s not like I haven’t seen you puking your guts up and crying that Lucy in 6B rejected your petition for a date.”

Frank’s lip curled and I knew he was about to unleash some scathing comment, but then the demon appeared behind me, still only dressed in underpants.

Frank took in my lack of clothes and the demon only clad in underwear and drew the wrong conclusion. A conclusion I was one hundred percent on board with.

“That’s not Cade.”

“No, Frank. This is why they pay you the big bucks. Can’t get anything by you.” The demon’s chest warmed my back, and a shiver rippled over my skin. “As you can see, I didn’t light any fires tonight. Maybe try Mrs Chan next door. Maybe she left her wok on again.” I’d take Mrs Chan a box of those Belgian chocolates she liked to make up for throwing her under the bus.

Frank continued to look between us like he was trying to do the mental arithmetic where you added my thigh dimples to the demon’s well-defined abs and was beginning to realize that something didn’t add up.

But the demon, for whatever reason, ran his hand around my hip and across my stomach, pulling me tight against his chest. He put his lips next to my ear. “Can I decapitate this one?”

I honked out a rather unsexy laugh. Frank’s eyes were as wide as saucers. “I gotta go, Frank. Good luck finding…” The demon growled in my ear and I shivered again. “Whatever.” Then I slammed the door and backed up against it with a thud, putting a bit of space between me and the demon.

He was grinning widely. “Oh, that was fun.” He sighed and shook his hands, and his meat suit went up in flames.

“What the actual hell?” I screeched, as every inch of him was covered in flames. When the fire died down, the demon was back in his own form, naked and horny. I mean, with horns.

I was back to being awkward, and quite frankly, a little spark of fear still churned in my gut. He helped me out with Frank, but maybe it was because he wanted Frank to go away so he could stab me in the heart and eat me.

“Uh, so you’ll be going now?”

The demon laid on my couch. “I thought I might just have a look around. See what everyone is always gushing about when they talk about the mortal realm.” His nose twitched. “I can smell your fear, human. It is unnecessary. I do not intend on doing anything to your person.”

A wave of relief was chased by a small spark of disappointment. I didn’t want to examine that small emotion too closely, but I was self-aware enough to know it had something to do with the fact he was packing a small baseball bat down there. “Uh, oh. Okay, that’s good. Will you be leaving my apartment, then?”

He shrugged, tipping his head back so his shaggy black hair hung over the arm of my couch. “Where else would I go? Eventually, they will come and take me back. But first, I think I’d like to live a little, what do you say?”
Grace McGinty. Flame’s Embrace (Kindle Locations 3631-3638). Maatkare Books. Kindle Edition.

Since Ukobach wouldn’t be around long, Elsie decides she needs to live a little too. Uko is the demon of fireworks and fried food what could be better than a road trip to the Texas State Fair.

I laughed a lot in this book, and may have sniffled too. Keep some water handy, Uko and Elsie are definitely hot! I think I need some of the recipes for that fried stuff as well.

5 Contented Purrs for Grace!

Fire Dancer’s Familiar
A Familiar Mates Short Story

TJ Nichols

Prys is a dragon shifter, he is awake to find his mate, a fire witch. Usually this mating would cause him to become the familiar of the witch, but he only wants one thing. He needs the fire witch to wake his sister in her egg so she can hatch. He would then raise her until she finds her own mate to perpetuate their species.

Knowing his mate is near, Prys attends a show to figure out which of the fire dancers is the witch and makes a surprising discovery. He waits until the cast leaves the venue to approach.

This is a favorite scene.

Prys crossed his arms, trying to be indignant, but the glimmer in Aaron’s eyes made it hard. He didn’t want to start liking this witch. “It’s clear you have no idea about anything.”

“You came to me.” Aaron picked up his beer and took a long swallow.

Something he was seriously questioning. Why would the Fates put such a flippant, ignorant young man in his path?

“Who is the egg? Is it yours from a previous relationship?”

“My sister, I’ve been guarding her since I was sixteen.”

Both Aaron’s eyebrows shot up. “Shit. And will she hatch as a human or dragon?”

“What do you think?”

“That I have a fifty-fifty chance of being wrong.”

Prys’s nodded. Aaron wasn’t foolish, just naïve. “Human.”

“So you hatched?”

“Yes.” Dragon shifters laid eggs, but the baby was human, not learning to shift until puberty—the same as every other shifter.

“This is really confusing.”

“Not really.”

“I didn’t even know dragons were real until half an hour ago.”

“But you believed me.”

“I can see the dragon around you when I look closely. All shifters have that animal shape about them. That and that thing you did with your eyes.”

Prys did the slow blink again. Through the dragon eyes he could see magic. Aaron was surrounded in his own private firestorm. It licked over his skin and through his hair. Wild and terrifying and completely at odds with the way he was calmly sipping cold beer.

“Yeah, super weird.” Yet Aaron didn’t look away.

Prys did, he couldn’t hold it in his human form. Partial shifts weren’t easy to maintain.

“It might take me years to find another witch.” And he’d have no familiar bond to assist the search. But it would be better than sleeping and hiding. He needed to wake his sister, so she had a chance. “Will you at least try?”

“And if I fail?”

“You can keep the ring.” Prys nudged it over the table.

“And if I succeed?”

Prys entertained the hope that they could be mates and raise his sister and that he wouldn’t spend the rest of his days alone. But Aaron didn’t want a familiar. It stung to be rejected so quickly. He swallowed and found his voice. “I’ll take her back to Wales and raise her.” There’d be enough ocean between them that the longing to be with his mate would fade, eventually.

“So, I wouldn’t see you again?”

“No. No chance of becoming mates.”

Aaron concentrated on his beer.

It would be for the best. Maybe way back when magic had first appeared, the bond had been a useful thing. Witch and shifter working together, increasing the odds of survival for both kinds. But the bond had left him, and his sister, orphaned. He couldn’t risk his sister being left alone.

“Fine. I’ll look at the egg.” Aaron drained his beer and stood, scooping up the ring and shoving it in his pocket.


“Got other plans?”

Prys finished his beer in a gulp. “No.” If it worked, he wasn’t ready to look after a baby and he had no idea how long he’d have until she hatched. But he wasn’t going to refuse the offer when it was the only one he’d get.
TJ Nichols. Flame’s Embrace (Kindle Locations 4449-4486). Maatkare Books. Kindle Edition.

Aaron is the fire witch, he doesn’t want a mate or a familiar. However after meeting with Prys and seeing the egg he’s not sure he can walk away.

A story of devotion, family and new found ties.

5 Contented Purrs for TJ!

Flames and Flowers

Ripley Proserpina

It’s Korey’s birthday, she’s twenty seven today. To celebrate she puts her hair up and even does her makeup. The other waitresses give her a crown to wear in the spirit of fun. After being put down and laughed at by an old male aquaintance she gets quite the surprise. A tall handsome stranger wants a date, but before she could say more than she works late, the kitchen catches fire.

Hayden as he introduces himself, suggests ice cream since she apparently won’t be working anymore today. In spite of her driving herself he insists it’s a date. Even if he hasn’t quite told her the truth about who and what he is.

This is a favorite scene.

He smiled. “Isn’t that what a date is? Getting to know each other on neutral territory? Sweetening what could be awkward and uncomfortable with dessert? Or beer?”

“Well, yeah. But—it’s also trying each other one for size, and I’m no one’s size.”

His cheeks went pink and I realized how that sounded, but for once, I kept my mouth shut. I thought he was smart enough to get what I meant.

“Korey…” My name was a sigh. “You’re my size. I promise.” A shiver ran down my spine again as he watched me. “You’re the one who might change their mind.”

“Doubtful,” I replied. I slid away from my car and shut the door. Holding up one finger, I started to enumerate what I liked about him already. “One: you suggested ice cream for a date, not lunch, so you’re obviously a mind reader. Two: you have kind eyes. I have a feeling that as long as you have eyeballs, I’ll be able to figure out how you feel. Three: you’re taller than me. Four—”

“Taller than you is a point in my favor?” Shoving his hands into his pockets, he lifted his shoulders to his ears like he was embarrassed.

“I’m five feet, nine inches of farm girl. They grew me big and I want to wear heels one day. Actually,” I needed to qualify that, “I want a reason to wear heels one day. Like at my wedding or something.” Abort. Abort. “Uhh…” Eloquent.

The gorgeous man just laughed.

“Four,” I whispered, “you laugh at my jokes and don’t make me feel stupid.”

He stood up straighter, narrowing his eyes.

“This is a conversation that needs ice cream.” Grabbing my hand, he led me into the ice cream parlor and to a high table for two. He pulled out my chair—swoon! and kissed me right on the nose. “Do you trust me to order your ice cream?”

“That’s a make or break question,” I answered. “Are you ready to deal with the consequences?”

He leaned down, pressing his lips to mine and I forgot all about ice cream. This wasn’t like me. I didn’t kiss strange men I just met, but with Hayden, everything inside me said he was safe. I’d spent my life listening to my instincts, and I wasn’t going to stop now.

“If I get it wrong, it just means more ice cream,” he whispered when he pulled away.

“Five: bright side kind of guy.”

Straightening, he smiled. “No one calls me a bright-side guy. That’s all you.”

“I trust you,” I said, meeting his gaze. I meant more than when it came to ice cream, but he didn’t need to know that yet.

He took a couple steps backwards, watching me with this grin that made a squeal bubble from between my boobs to the back of my throat. This guy. This guy was going to wreck me for all other men.

I ran my fingers under my eyes again when he turned around to read the menu above the cash register. My phone vibrated in my back pocket and I pulled it out.

Mom: Where are you?

Uh-oh. She’d probably heard about the grease fire and was freaking out. It would be easier if I just called her to tell her I was okay. Hitting the button to connect the call, I waited for her to answer.

“Korey? Where are you? Are you okay?” She spoke a mile a minute.

“I’m fine,” I replied. “It was just a grease fire. Bill gave us all the day off. I’m in town.” I lowered my voice. “On a date.”

“With who?” she asked, which was a fair question. I hadn’t gone out on a date in over a year, and that one, like every single other date before it, just bored me out of my skull. Or felt wrong. A guy would pick me up and we’d only get two minutes down the road when I wanted the date to be over.

There was a good two or three years before that last date where I’d said no to everyone who asked me.

“His name is Hayden, and he came into the diner.”

“I don’t know any Haydens.” She was about to lay into me. I could tell. Mom used this tone when she was winding up to something. “He’s not a local guy.”

“No,” I answered. “I don’t think so. We haven’t gotten to that part yet. I’ll let you know though.” Hayden was paying and I wanted to get off the phone.

“What’s his last name?”

“What’s with the third degree?” Sometimes the woman was a pill. “Mom. I’m fine. He’s nice. He took me for ice cream and I drove myself. I’ll see you Friday night for dinner.”

There was a quick intake of breath on the other end before silence.

“I love you,” I said to her.

No answer.

“I’ll text you when I’m home.”


“Bye, Mom.”

Hayden turned around, two huge ice cream cones in his hands.

“He’s bringing back ice cream. Gotta go. Love you.” I kissed into the phone. “Don’t be mad!”

I slipped the phone into my pocket as he held out the cone for me. “You okay?” he asked.

“Just my mom,” I replied. “She’s not used to me going on dates. I think I threw her off.”

He opened his mouth as if he has more questions, but then shook his head. I took a lick of the ice cream and groaned. “Cherry chocolate jubilee.”

“It was that or black raspberry.”

He licked his ice cream.

“Either one would have worked. What did you get?”

He held it out to me, lifting his eyebrows questioningly. I wasn’t afraid of germs. Leaning forward, I swiped my tongue over it and groaned. “That’s good. What is it?”

“Vanilla and pomegranate.”

“Yum. I’ll try that next time.”

“So, did I get it right?” He gestured to my ice cream.

“Do you want to try?” I asked. He nodded and I held it out to him. Eyes on mine, he took a long slow lick around the outside of my cones, and now I needed new underwear.

“It’s good.” He had a little spot of chocolate on his lower lip. Without thinking, I reached to wipe it away, but he stopped me. He drew my thumb into his mouth, swirled his tongue over it, and then pulled it out, sucking gently. “But that was delicious.”
Ripley Proserpina. Flame’s Embrace (Kindle Locations 4841-4906). Maatkare Books. Kindle Edition.

A sudden tornado changes things and the truth starts to come out. Her mother, father and Hayden have more than a little explaining to do.

I love this twist on Hades and Persephone.

5 Contented Purrs for Ripley!

Fleeting Flowers
A Circle of Secrets Short Story

Vivienne Savage

Finally done with the conference he was attending Warren Westbrook stops in to visit his cousin Lana. While there he meets Bridget, a customer collecting a custom scent from Lana. Lana suggests he smell the scent but also warns him Bridget is way out of his league.

When Warren leaves the shop to venture through Central Park to his hotel, he’s attacked by Ghouls. At first there’s only a couple and he could have just transported away. His conscience wouldn’t let him leave them to attack unsuspecting humans, so he battled on.

This is a favorite scene.

It served Bridget right for underestimating a man and assuming right off the bat he’d be helpless. When she caught the whiff of magic in the shop, she’d foolishly assumed it to belong to the proprietors.

Initially, she considered flying away and leaving him to finish.

Her conscience wouldn’t allow it, however. Besides, she liked watching him in action. He moved with confidence and had tight control over his magic. The strange part was that he didn’t seem to be using any sort of focus. At least, none that she could see.

Obviously, he had the situation handled. There was absolutely no reason for her to involve herself. He took hold of the shadows and darkness as if they were his weapons, controlling them as tendrils and spikes with substance. They pierced undead flesh and burst through hearts. There was a beauty to the way he fought the hoard.

She prepared to take flight from the trees when another shifting shadow caught her attention crawling through the growth near the bridge. Damn, how many of them were there?

Putting aside all intentions to let him battle on his own, Bridget swooped from the trees and ignited. Her brilliant scarlet and purple plumage burst into golden flames, radiating heat and light over the ground below.

The man looked up, astonishment evident on his face. The moment was brief, all his focus once again turned on staying alive. She swooped past him and beat at the air with her powerful wings, filling the dark space beneath the bridge with a rolling wave of fire. She soared through the inferno and raked her claws through the nearest ghoul, rending it with the ease of shredding tissue. The foul creature shrieked. It twirled and desperately spun without hope of putting out the flames.

Screaming, Bridget swooped down again and landed amidst the cluster of them with flames trailing from her wings. Each feather lit with the bright intensity of a nuclear core. Built inside her body, reaching blast furnace levels of heat.

One glance at the mage indicated he had the wisdom to recognize her intent. He stepped back and stamped his staff into the soil. Sparks of magic ignited around him and sprang from the stone, erecting and erected a magical barrier. The moment it engulfed him from head to toe in a perfect sphere, she released the flames building inside her.

The closest of the three ghouls went up like tinder, shrieking.

Heat licked against the barrier and crackled. Flames lapped over undead flesh and filled the narrow space beneath the bridge with the pungent odor of cooking flesh.
Vivienne Savage. Flame’s Embrace (Kindle Locations 5325-5347). Maatkare Books. Kindle Edition.

What Bridget is also has her being hunted. She knows her time in the big city is coming to an end. While Warren has now seen her he doesn’t actually know her identity.

This is quite the beginning for Warren and Bridget. I think I’ve just been hooked on a new series.

5 Contented Purrs for Vivienne!

Tide Together

Bam Shepherd

Princess Marin of Pacifica is painfully aware that something is wrong. The ocean temperature is rising and fish that would normally be near the coast are being seen further out. She needs to go see what’s happening and help correct the problem. First she has to escape her father. Her friends and guards Bay and Loire will be in on the diversions to help her get to the mainland.

Marin is appalled by what she sees and starts using the river to extinguish flames saving and healing the koala family she finds there. She works until she passes out from exhaustion.

Flint is a smoke jumper, his assignment is to create a fire break to hopefully prevent the spread to a campsite and the homes nearby. He’s more than a little startled to find someone unconscious and being protected by a koala family.

Marin wakens to see the human standing over her and instinctively attacks, she uses too much energy and once again loses consciousness. When she awakens again, Flint has made the discovery she’s a mermaid but is confused because she has legs.

When he sees the bottom of her feet, he turns all professional and treats them as Marin explains why she’s here.

This is a favorite scene.

My heart thunders in my chest. What the hell was that? Is she a mermaid? Or is she a siren? Something about her calls to me. I shake my head, doing my best to clear those unwanted thoughts from my mind, and focus back on my task.

“So, um, you said that Australia is burning. How bad is it?” she asks, her voice sounding breathier than it did before, and I let myself hope that maybe I’m not the only one affected by our touching.

I clear my throat. “Pretty fucking bad.” I wrap a bandage around her foot before motioning for her to give me her other one. “Fires rage in every state and territory, though the worst are here, along the eastern and southern coasts. Nearly a billion animals, like your little koala friends, have died, and thousands of people have lost their homes.”

A gasp escapes her, and I glance up to find tears falling from her aqua eyes. “Hey, don’t worry,” I tell her, brushing the tears from her cheeks. “It will take a hell of a lot more than these flames to extinguish the Australian spirit. They’ll rebuild and rehabilitate. All we need is a little luck…and maybe some fucking rain.”

“This is why I’m here,” she says, determination filling her voice.

I drop her bandaged foot and glance up at her with a confused stare. “Why? Do you control the rain?” I chuckle, a hint of bewilderment in my tone. My knowledge of mermaids isn’t much, but nothing about her statement makes sense to me.

She shakes her head, moving to stand, but I push her back down. “You really shouldn’t be walking on those bandages. You could get an infection if you don’t keep your wounds clean.” I’m not actually sure that’s true, but since my training is only in human medicine and not mythical creatures, I’ve decided to treat this patient the same.

She sighs, but settles back on the rock. “No. I can’t bring the rain,” she admits, returning to our conversation, and a small part of me deflates at her words. It would have been nice to know help was on the way for the people and animals who call this place home.

“But my father can.”

My shocked gaze snaps to her. “What?” She nods enthusiastically. “My father can bring the rain. If I can just make it home and tell him about all that I’ve seen, I’m sure he’ll help.”

“Seriously?” I ask skeptically.

She reaches out to grip my arm and nods again. I ignore the strange feeling that travels through me where her hand touches me and stare into her brilliant blue eyes that are begging me to believe her.

“Okay. So where is home? And how do we get you back?” I ask.

“Pacifica,” she says brightly, but her smile quickly dims. “And I’m not sure.” She bites her lip as she glances down to her bandaged feet. “I don’t think I can swim home, and—” her words cut off.

She straightens her spine, pinning me with a glare before continuing. “If you ever tell anyone I said this, I will deny it…but my feet do kinda hurt. I know that’s weak, but having legs is exhausting.”

“Princess, I don’t think anyone who knows you would ever call you weak.”

She smiles shyly at me. “Will ya help me get home?”

I push to my feet and rub a hand over the back of my neck. “I’m sorry, princess, but I can’t.”

Her eyes turn sad. “Maren,” she whispers.


“You don’t have to call me princess. My name is Maren.”

I smile at her, reaching a hand out. She places her delicate palm in mine. The same tingle races up my arm at the contact, but I do my best to ignore it and place a kiss on the back of her hand. “Nice to officially meet you, Maren. I’m Flint. Flint Atwater. Not a prince,” I say with a wink.

Her cheeks heat, and I drop her hand before clearing my throat. “Listen, I’m sorry. I really wish I could help you more.”

Her eyes brighten at my words and she bounces a little. “Maybe you can,” she says with more enthusiasm. “Ya know, if you help a royal mermaid, you get a wish!”

My brow furrows. “I thought genies were the ones who granted wishes. Wait. Royal mermaid? So, you are a princess?”

She laughs a tinkling sound and points to the crown on her head. “Thought that was rather obvious.”

I grin sheepishly at her, then rub a hand over my face. “Okay. Let’s pretend like I believe in mermaid wishes. Shouldn’t you already owe me one? I mean, by my count, I’ve already helped you twice.”

A blush steals over her cheeks and she bites her lip before answering. “Technically, a deal with a mermaid must be sealed with a kiss.”
Bam Shepherd. Flame’s Embrace (Kindle Locations 5724-5775). Maatkare Books. Kindle Edition.

An interesting drive leads to an even more interesting wish as this story continues.

A fun read with serious circumstances around it.

5 Contented Purrs for Bam!

Hades’ Goddess
A Gods and Monsters Short Story

Mila Young

This one starts off with some serious sizzle. Elyse and Hades are lovers and she frequently finds solace from her calling in his arms. However their interlude is interrupted by Hermes, with a message. She’s been invited to a dinner on Olympus. Elyse is a new goddess, the Goddess of Sanctuary is her title. She is a decendant of Zeus, hence the goddess part. She has powers and she’s also found that helping humans can sometimes be like raising a child, lots of repetition until they get it right.

Her friends and supporters include Ares, Poseidon and Heracles, and they along with Hades will escort her to the dinner. What she didn’t realize was Zeus and Hera had decided she should live on Olympus, not on earth. Going so far as to begin building her a palace.

This is a favorite scene.

Poseidon huffed loudly. “I just think it wouldn’t be bad for you to be here with us. After everything you’ve done, Zeus knows you deserve a break, to realize who you are now, to enjoy this heavenly location. And it’s not safe for you on Earth. We still don’t know if you’re immortal and if you die again, we’re all fucked.”

I shook my head, trying to process everything he’d so succinctly laid out, but this was huge and not a decision to be rushed. “So what about the people?”

“Yeah,” Apollo said. “How is she going to do what she does best if she’s removed from the humans she’s saving?”

“You dislike them,” Hades barked in response, staring at me.

I glared at him. Whose side was he on?

“What?” he asked. “You keep complaining how you need a break. Right?”

He wasn’t wrong. I did complain about that a lot. It was one of the reasons we fucked so often lately. I needed the distraction and I felt like of all the gods, Hades understood that side of me the best.

At least, so I had thought. It didn’t look like it now.

“I love the humans,” I said. “I am one of them. I’ve always been a part of that world. Just because I get tired sometimes… You know what that’s like, right? I’m sure you do.”

Hades clenched his jaw.

“I think it’s better if you stay on Earth,” Apollo declared, his voice strong and direct.

“You just want her there with you.” Poseidon’s eyebrows pulled together into a frown.

“Yeah?” said Apollo. “And you’re going to stay on Earth if she comes here? Or are you going to follow? Don’t make it sound like you’re so fucking selfless.”

“Guys, please,” I said, shaking my head. I glanced at Ares, who’d been quiet all this time. He watched us with an expression I couldn’t read, his feet wide apart, gripping his wrist like he was a sentry waiting to be called upon. “What about you,” I asked him. “What do you think?”

He shrugged, his breaths slow and calculated. “I don’t actually give a shit, truth be told.”

I didn’t know why, but that pissed me off so much more. I should have been happy that at least one of them wasn’t trying to tell me what to do. Or picking a fight about it. But that Ares didn’t actually care only made me feel like he wasn’t invested. I knew it was bullshit. Ares worried as much for me as the rest of them did. And our relationship had always been a very strange balance of give and take.

But it annoyed me he just didn’t seem to be bothered where I would be.

“So you don’t care where I end up?” I asked with a bit too much sass in my voice.

“I’m not going to tell you what to do,” he said, staring at me with sincerity in his eyes. That was what I loved about him. He was real and spoke his mind.

I bit my tongue. He’d often been called a coward by other gods and even in historical records because his life views were so different. I wasn’t going to follow suit. But it was looking a hell of a lot like he wasn’t interested in getting involved in conflict. It was fine if it wasn’t something serious, but this was my future we were talking about, and if I relocated, I wanted to ensure all four of the men in my life were okay with it.

I looked at Hades again. When he noticed, he reached for my hand and squeezed it. He was stirring shit with the other gods by saying things that riled them up, but at least he stood on my side with this. He was being a dick by telling me I didn’t like the humans, but he had my back. At the end of the day, he didn’t tell me where he wanted me, but that he longed to be with me.

That was something, and I accepted it.

“I think we need to get out of here.” Hades broke the silence, proving that he was my hero after all.

“That’s the best idea I’ve heard all night,” I replied.

Poseidon looked like he wanted to say something, the corners of his mouth twitching, but Hades pulled me against him.

I glanced back to the table with gods and goddesses. All eyes were on me, and as if sensing our intention, they all popped out of there. My gaze swept to Zeus who remained last, fire burning in his eyes. In a flash, an inferno of fire flared up all around the area, thunder growling in the sky.

Heat licked at my skin. He was so pissed off.

The next moment Hades held me tighter and we were back in my apartment, the others vanishing to somewhere from the burning room.

“Thank you,” I whispered, smiling too widely. Never would I have thought I’d hate being in a heavenly location. “Zeus is not happy, is he?”

He nodded. “He rarely is. And I hate that place, anyway.”

“I know.”

“It’s filled with self-righteous assholes,” he hissed from clenched teeth.

After I had seen them tonight, I started to understand why Hades loathed the place and other gods. I’d always thought his dislike was rooted in jealousy or bitterness over what had happened to him. But I’d never seen so many people in love with themselves in one room together.

I’d never felt more left out, more out of place, more judged. Which was ironic because for the first time, I should have felt like I was fitting in.
Mila Young. Flame’s Embrace (Kindle Locations 6301-6352). Maatkare Books. Kindle Edition.

Decisions need to be made but only by Elyse. She is the one who has to decide what is right for her and the humans she’s be tasked with helping. The only thing she is really worried about is losing one of her guys.

A fun read with a lot of twists and turns. I think I need the rest of this series too.

5 Contented Purrs for Mila!

Prequel to Hell is a Harem

Kim Faulks

Redemption made a promise to a dying woman to protect her daughter. He has done just that. When he’s not watching, he’s driving entitled affluent humans around. As this book opens he’s decided he’s had enough and drives rather recklessly. Once arrived he offers the man’s date some advice and walks away. They end up sharing a cab. He checks on the girl he’s protecting then heads to his favorite bar. He’s just ordered a drink, well a bottle and started drinking when he gets a bit of a surprise.

This is a favorite scene.

I drained the glass and then poured another as the door to the bar opened and closed behind me.

I never lifted my head, never cared who or what came through those doors. I was done caring for tonight, done with every fucking thing—

“Gonna offer me one of those?”

I flinched, stilled, my hand wrapped around the cold glass. That slow, unfeeling heart of mine picked up pace as I turned my head and stared into her eyes.

Eyes I’d seen a thousand times inside my head.

“We don’t serve minors in here, so fuck off,” the Orc snapped and stared at the tiny red headed woman.

She opened her wallet and slid it toward him. “Not a minor anymore, so suck it. I want what he’s having.” She jerked her head my way. She was young, full of anger, fire, and goddamn spunk.

“I’ve seen you around, you know?” she muttered, without turning her head my way. “Seen you outside the restaurant. But you never stay long, I wonder why that is?”

One massive brow rose on the Orc before I gave him a nod. An ache flared across my chest, cover fucking blown. I gave the room a casual scan, searching…had she seen others like me?

The Unseelie Prince Absolon filled my mind. Panic filled me, tearing apart that heavy, thick pulse inside my head until all that was left was a scream.

“You think I’m a kid,” she muttered, reached over and grasping the bottle. “That’s okay, you can go fuck yourself like everyone else.”

“You always talk like that?” Stony words slipped free. “Weren’t you raised to speak like a lady?”

“Well, my grandmother says I’ve got too much of my dad in me. But seeing as though the loser ran out on me and my mom before I was born, I’m not one to argue the fucking point, now am I?”

The corners of my lips twitched. I smothered the smirk, biting the inside of my cheeks.

“Besides, being proper is for mortals.” She poured half a glass and then drank.

The wince was fast. Still, she went back for more, gulping this time. I’d never really seen her before, not up close—not like this.

She was the object. The protected…

The bait…

Red hair shone under the glaring overhead lights as she turned toward me. Her gaze never wavered, gold flecks glinting in brown irises as she held my gaze. “You’re cute.”


Not a word that’d ever been used to describe what I was. I opened my mouth to say that exact thing as the squeal of tires rang out.

Gunning engines, and hoots and hollers.

“Goddamnit,” the Orc snarled.

Thunder echoed inside the bar. I grasped the bottle as the Orc lunged forward, slamming his feet into the floor. Glasses vibrated along the length of the counter, before they were caught by others at the bar. Rage spilled out of the beast of a man as he made for the door.

“Oh shit,” Lorn muttered, sliding from the seat and shoving her glass toward me. “Here, hold my drink. I’ll be right back.”

The woman was fucking crazy, lunging after the beast as he busted through the door.

The rest of the bar stopped and stared. No way in Hell were they getting in the middle of an Orc and his prey. I glanced at the glass in my hand. The damn woman was gonna get herself killed. “Goddamnit.”

I slammed the glasses on the counter and lunged from the seat. Screams cut though the bar before a second boom tore through the open air.

Lorn was already barreling toward the Orc as he grasped the back of the Explorer and lifted. Wheels spun as the young males leaned out, throwing bottles and cans at the bartender.

“Come to my goddamn bar!” he roared, veins bulging at the side of his neck with the effort. “Smash my window!”

“Fuck you, ugly ass mutherfucker!” one asshole screamed.

The four-wheel drive was thrown sideways, tires lifted on one side as it started to roll.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” the Orc bellowed, reaching through the open window as Lorn lunged.

She landed with a hard thud on his back. “No, you don’t. They’re not fucking worth it!”

He twisted and thrashed. “Get the Hell off me!”

But the damn spitfire was holding on, digging her knees in like this was a rodeo.

The car titled further, and then hit the side, rolling up onto the pavement in front of the bar.

Screams echoed from inside the car. I drove my boots into the pavement as Lorn was thrown. The young punks scrambled out of the overturned vehicle as the Orc strode toward them. “Come around here one more fucking time and it’ll be more than your car I’ll destroy!”

“Get the fuck out of here!” Lorn screamed as the four bolted down the street.

“Fucking bitch!” an asshole threw over his shoulder.

She lifted her hand, and flipped them the bird. “My middle finger salutes you!”

The Orc sucked in hard breaths and leaned over, bracing his hand on his knees.

I glanced at the mess as Lorn took a step closer. “Look, no hard feelings, okay?”

The bartender jerked his head up, dark eyes glinting with rage. Orcs were crazy big and strong as a damn ox, but once they got going, once they were filled with rage, there was no stopping them.

“The woman saved your life,” I growled. “Least you could do was thank her.”

The truth echoed in those dark eyes as he turned to me. There was a glint of fear, as reality dawned. He rose, taking a massive breath and stared down at her. “I’d like to say I wouldn’t have hurt them, but my temper gets the better of me, so thank you.”

She gave a nod, then the hint of a smile, and glanced to the car. “I’d say Mom and Dad will be coming by in the morning to wipe asses and clean up the mess. What’s say we hoist this baby out back and they can pay for the damages or they don’t get the damn car back?”

He took a second, glanced at the car and then the punks running down the street and answered, “Yeah, that’s a damn good idea. Imma call up my buddies and we can clear the street.”

He looked at the car, she looked at him.

And I couldn’t tear my gaze from her.

She turned then, as though she somehow sensed the connection. “Now, about that drink.”

The corners of my lips curled as she strode toward me, eyes alive with energy and excitement, and shoved out her hand. “My name’s Lorn.”

“Redemption,” I muttered without a thought. I was lost around her, utterly and helplessly lost. I couldn’t get my bearings, couldn’t find the words, not the right ones, at least.

She gripped my hand for a second and then made for the open door and stepped through.

“Man oh man,” the Orc stared after her, dumbstruck and smitten. “That one is gonna be trouble. I can see it now.”
Kim Faulks. Flame’s Embrace (Kindle Locations 7161-7234). Maatkare Books. Kindle Edition.

Lorn is more than just a little trouble and Redemption falls hard and fast. The threat to himself great as he lies to Queen Mab.

There’s plenty of sizzle that has nothing to do with flames and the consequences of this relationship has me wanting more.

5 Contented Purrs for Kim!

May Sage’s Bio and Links

May Sage is a USA Today Bestselling romance writer dabbling in different genres. When she isn’t writing, she spends her time with her German Shepherd and her two Savannahs. She loves reading, ballet, running, and cake. Mostly, cake. May Sage also writes fantasy romance as Alexi Blake.

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Seanan McGuire’s Bio and Links

Seanan McGuire was born in Martinez, California, and raised in a wide variety of locations, most of which boasted some sort of dangerous native wildlife. Despite her almost magnetic attraction to anything venomous, she somehow managed to survive long enough to acquire a typewriter, a reasonable grasp of the English language, and the desire to combine the two. The fact that she wasn’t killed for using her typewriter at three o’clock in the morning is probably more impressive than her lack of death by spider-bite.

Often described as a vortex of the surreal, many of Seanan’s anecdotes end with things like “and then we got the anti-venom” or “but it’s okay, because it turned out the water wasn’t that deep.” She has yet to be defeated in a game of “Who here was bitten by the strangest thing?,” and can be amused for hours by almost anything.

Seanan is the author of the October Daye urban fantasies, the InCryptid urban fantasies, and several other works both stand-alone and in trilogies or duologies. In case that wasn’t enough, she also writes under the pseudonym “Mira Grant.” For details on her work as Mira, check out MiraGrant.com.

Seanan was the winner of the 2010 John W. Campbell Award for Best New Writer, and her novel Feed (as Mira Grant) was named as one of Publishers Weekly’s Best Books of 2010. In 2013 she became the first person ever to appear five times on the same Hugo Ballot.

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Kel Carpenter & Meg Anne’s
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Kel Carpenter is a master of werdz. When she’s not reading or writing, she’s traveling the world, lovingly pestering her editor, and spending time with her husband and fur-babies. She is always on the search for good tacos and the best pizza. She resides in Bethesda, MD and desperately tries to avoid the traffic. To keep up with Kel and her books, join her Facebook Group, Kel’s Krew.
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Meg Anne has always had stories running on a loop in her head. They started off as daydreams about how the evil queen (aka Mom) had her slaving away doing chores; and more recently shifted into creating backgrounds about the people stuck beside her during rush hour. The stories have been there, they were just waiting for her to tell them. Like any true SoCal native, Meg enjoys staying inside curled up with a good book and her furbabies… or maybe that’s just her (sunburns hurt!) You can convince Meg to buy just about anything if it’s covered in glitter or rhinestones, or make her laugh by sharing your favorite bad joke. She also accepts bribes in the form of baked goods and Mexican food.

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Bec McMaster’s Bio and Links
Kidnapped by a dread pirate when she was a child, Bec McMaster was raised on myth and legend, and offered her younger siblings to the goblin king many a time. Unfortunately, he did not accept. Now she writes fantasy romance with a dark and sexy twist, which is almost as much fun. She has a secret weakness for villainous heroes, wicked fae princes and dangerous vampires, though in all her daydreams, she’s the one rescuing them.

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Amanda Pillar’s Bio and Links

Amanda Pillar is an USA TODAY Bestselling Author and award-winning editor who lives in Victoria, Australia, with her husband, daughter, and two cats.

Amanda has had numerous short stories published and has co-edited the fiction anthologies Voices (2008), Grants Pass (2009), The Phantom Queen Awakes (2010), Scenes from the Second Storey (2010), Ishtar (2011) and Damnation and Dames (2012). Her first solo anthology, Bloodstones, was published by Ticonderoga Publications in 2012. The award-winning sequel, Bloodlines, was published in October 2015.

Amanda’s first novel, Graced, was published by Momentum in 2015. The stories Captive and Survivor were also released in 2016, followed by Bitten and Ashes in 2017, and Freedom in 2020. She has also launched the Heaven’s Heart series, which will total six books, with four already out: Deadly Passion, Benevolent Passion, Winged Passion and Ascending Passion available now.

In her day job, she works as an archaeologist.

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Emigh Cannaday’s Bio and Links
Emigh Cannaday lives in Wisconsin with her musician/winemaker husband and a pack of Pembroke Welsh Corgis. She grew up drawing and painting but now uses words to illustrate her elaborate daydreams. When she’s not hoarding houseplants or collecting corgis, she spends her free time testing out new recipes on her friends & family.

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Heather Long & Rebecca Royce’s
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USA Today bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas summertime. From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories—her characters drive the books. When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.
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As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town. I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books. In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

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Grace McGinty’s Bio and Links

Grace McGinty is eclectic. She has worked as a chocolatier, a librarian, a forensic accountant and finally a writer. Like her professional career, the genres she writes are also eclectic. She writes romance, reverse harem romance, fantasy, contemporary young adult and new adult books. She lives in rural Australia with her crazy family, an entire menagerie of pets, and will one day be crushed by her giant piles of books that litter every room.

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TJ Nichols’ Bio and Links

TJ Nichols is an avid runner and martial arts enthusiast who first started writing as child. Many years later while working as a civil designer, TJ decided to pick up a pen and start writing again. Having grown up reading thrillers and fantasy novels, it’s no surprise that mixing danger and magic comes so easily. Writing urban fantasy allows TJ to bring magic to the every day. TJ is the author of the Studies in Demonology series and the Mytho urban fantasy series. Writing as Toby J Nichols, TJ also writes gay action/horror.

With one cat acting as a supervisor, TJ has gone from designing roads to building worlds and wouldn’t have it any other way. After traveling all over the world TJ now lives in Perth, Western Australia.

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Ripley Proserpina
Ripley Proserpina spends her days huddled near a fire in the frozen northern wilds of Vermont. She lives with her family, three magnificent cats, and a dog she doesn’t deserve.

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Vivienne Savage’s and Links
Vivienne Savage is the pen name of two best friends who write together. One is a former nurse in Texas and the other is a U.S. Navy veteran. Both are mothers to two darling boys and two amazing girls. All of their work varies in steam level, so pop by the VS website for details on which series is right for you!

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Bam Shepherd’s Bio and Links
Bam Shepherd is a part time author, full time badass, who currently resides in Oklahoma. She’s a semi-pro lip sync battler. A little bit hippie. A lotta bit hood. When she’s not creating worlds she spends her time being bossed around by a tiny army that she created, gardening and canning (even though she thinks she’s too young for those to be legitimate hobbies), and listening to 90’s rap. If she’s not creating magical worlds of her own, she’s falling into someone else’s.

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Mila Young’s Bio and Links

Mila Young tackles everything with the zeal and bravado of the fairytale heroes she grew up reading about. She slays monsters, real and imaginary, like there’s no tomorrow. By day she rocks a keyboard as a marketing extraordinaire. At night she battles with her mighty pen-sword, creating fairytale retellings, and sexy ever after tales. In her spare time, she loves pretending she’s a mighty warrior, walks on the beach with her dogs, cuddling up with her cats, and devouring every fantasy tale she can get her pinkies on.

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Kim Faulks’ Bio and Links

USA TODAY & Amazon Bestselling Author of Dark Paranormal & Urban Fantasy Romance! Do you love dark stories, powerful characters, and a thrilling storyline? Then, I’m the author for you.  I’m a Aussie girl who loves stories about the underdogs and the things they’ve done to survive. Nothing is off limits in my books. I love writing bad guys just as much as the heroes and finding that point of no return. My books are usually hot, action-packed, and always… always dark.

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