Friday, July 21, 2017

Cimmerian Shade: Dragon's Curvy Concierge by Mychal Daniels @naughtynightspr @ginakincade @erzabetbishop @mychaldaniels




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“I don’t know what you've heard about me, but I’m not in that sort of business. I’m a concierge, not a concubine!” To her retreating back, he lobbed, “And, I want neither of those. I want you.”




Kaput—all her ability to resist was over. Reputation, hard work, and goals evaporated into ashes as she lost the battle and gave into his searing kiss. 
Sure, she’d kissed a few guys and had fooled around here and there. Bronwyn had even gotten so far as to explore with intimate touching of her full breasts with a guy as they made out. Dry humping another guy the only time she’d ever allowed herself to drink on a date still didn’t compare to the way Mac was kissing the hell out of her. How could kissing be so freaking amazing? Except for his embrace to hold her steady, their only contact was this magical kiss. The man didn’t touch her breasts that ached for attention, nor did he roam her body with his hands. How was he doing this to her with a kiss? 
New sensations too wondrous to try to identify had her body arching and straining up and into his massive one. Barely allowing her time to take in air before slaying her senses again with his tongue, Mac marched her up to the point she thought she’d explode with the overload of emotions coming at her. This, this was some next-level, seduction she couldn’t have ever been ready for. 
“Wait, hold up, stop,” she managed to get out after another brief separation. 
His answer? Was to suck her bottom lip as the tip of his tongue flicked and teased her into submission. 
She pushed back, releasing her lip with a pop. The effect produced a drenching of her panties. This man! Instead of saying a word, the look of gorgeous bedevilment greeted her. In that moment Bronwyn knew she was completely lost to escaping the promises behind that look. 
“Okay fine! You’ve got my attention,” she said through heavy breaths.
“Just your attention? I see my work has only begun.”
He used his tongue to trace the outline of her lips. Never had something so audacious been done to her—her! He used that tip like it was a whip to draw her back in. Each flick and taunt coaxed her mouth back into submission until he plunged in again to claim victory over her sanity. Throwing her hands up in the air in unconscious surrender, Mac wasted no time gathering her up and bringing her right back to the middle of that bed where she’d started. 

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Thursday, July 20, 2017

New Release: Penalty Play by Jami Davenport


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Single dad and star defenseman Matt LaRue lives for his kids and hockey. He's had one failed marriage and doesn't have any interest in going through that hell again. As conservative as they come, he can't explain his unexplainable attraction to a free spirited female who changes hair color more often than his boys create new excuses not to do their homework.

Violet Strider is fleeing the past. She has a new start, new identity, and is hiding a big secret. Matt and Vi are a classic case of opposites attract, but neither expects the attraction to extend beyond a few hot trysts, especially Vi. Only her heart isn't listening, and her head is following her heart down a path of no return. As Vi grows closer to Matt and his boys, she fears her secret could rip them apart.

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Rescuing Miami by Elle Boon @ElleBoon1 @WLKPromo

Rescuing Miami

by Elle Boon

 

 ALL HOPE IS GONE…Ando thought his life was over when his fiancée dies before they had ever had a chance to live the life they planned. After the devastation of her loss, he swears he will never risk his heart again. HIS SAVING GRACE…Years later he finds a woman who makes him believe that life might be worth living again. In turn, Jules finds the one man who makes her feel things she never felt before. CAN LOVE SURVIVE…When a cult targets Jules, will Ando finally realize that love is the most important thing in the world before it is too late?

Excerpt

“You’re awfully quiet. Are you sure you’re okay?” Jules asked as the sign for the hospital came into view. He nodded, taking a deep breath. “I’m fine, just thinking.” Turning to see how she was reacting to the situation, Ando decided to be honest with her, or at least marginally. “I lost my fiancée in a boating accident. She fell overboard, hitting her head. I held her while she…anyway, I don’t think this little scratch is going to do me in.” He touched the bandage, his fingers came away with a red stain. “I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine losing someone you love like that.” She pressed trembling lips together. Ando saw her eyes glitter with tears. Holy shit, this woman who didn’t know him or anything about his past was ready to cry for his loss. Without thinking he put his hand on her thigh. “It was a long time ago.” No longer did his heart squeeze at the words. No longer did he want to go back to the past and shake Melanie, demanding answers. No, only a sense of grief for the loss of life, hers and the child even though it wasn’t his, hit him. Jules swallowed audibly. “I’m still sorry. Losing a loved one, no matter how long ago, hurts.” He wondered who she’d lost and if it was a lover. His thoughts were cut off as she pulled into the ER entrance. “I can drop you at the doors and park, or park and we can go in together?” she asked. Realizing his hand was still on her thigh, he pulled back. “Park and we’ll walk in together. I’m not an invalid even though I seem to be bleeding like a stuck pig.” She laughed, easing the tension. “You really are, aren’t you?” They found a spot in the front as another vehicle pulled out. “Eureka,” Jules said while they waited for the SUV to move. “This must be our lucky night.” She then looked at his bloody bandage, then grimaced. “Or not,” she corrected. “Come on, woman, let’s get me stitched up so I don’t need to get a transfusion,” he joked, or at least hoped he wouldn’t need one. Hell, he honestly had no clue if he’d lost enough blood to need one. “Nah, you won’t need one of those. It only seems like you’ve lost a shitton of the stuff.” She reached for the door handle. “You ready?” “You bet. Let’s get this over with. I might need to hold your hand when they stitch me up.” He grinned. Hopping down she met him in the front of the pickup, engaging the alarm with a press of the keyfob. “I highly doubt that, but I’ll stick by your side just in case you pass out.” Ando couldn’t believe how easy it was to talk and joke with Jules, a woman he’d just met. Although it could be the knock to his head. However, he doubted that had anything to do with it. The emergency room was bustling with activity. Jules seemed to know several of the workers and was immediately recognized. If they’d been in Miami, he’d have been whisked back to a private area in minutes. Now, he sat in a chair filling out paperwork while the woman who’d brought him in chatted with a man who looked old enough to be her damn uncle, or dad, and Ando didn’t like it one damn bit. He finished the last of the paperwork, then got up to turn it into the nurse at the front. She glanced up, smiled then he was taken back to a small room marked triage made up of glass enclosures. Jules was still locked in a conversation with the older man and another had joined them. So much for her sticking next to him. “Your blood pressure is a little high,” the nurse said making notes. Taking a deep breath, he looked away from Jules and the spectacle she was making. He smiled at the middle-aged nurse wearing the red scrubs, thinking it was a truly poor choice in color choice. “Sorry, try it again. I was a bit nervous.” He steadied his breathing and thought of nothing in particular. “Much better.” She made the correction, then led him into another room down the hall after getting all his vitals. “Alright, the ER Doc will be with you shortly. I’d offer you something to drink, but just in case you need surgery, which I don’t think you will, we can’t just yet.” She winked. “Now, if you need anything just press this here button. My name is Louise.” The woman left as quickly as she ushered him in. He looked at the bed and the lone chair in the small cubicle they called a room, then decided the bed looked like the best option since he’d have to sit there when the doctor came in anyway. Pulling his cellphone out of his pocket, he decided to text his sister a pic of himself with the wound. If nothing else, she’d get a kick out of his predicament. Gia’s immediate response brought a smile to his lips. Only a sister would tell her brother it was an improvement to his regular ugly mug, followed by a ‘how you doin’ meme. He let her know he was fine, and would update on the number of stiches afterwards. Of course, she wants all the details, which he’d gloss over as best he could when he got home. The sound of the curtain being pulled open had him looking up from his phone to find Jules there. “Hey there,” Jules said. **** Jules tried to paste on a happy appearance, but being waylaid by one of the officers who’d worked the night she’d saved Marietta brought her mood south. To top it off, she then had to deal with Sean, a guy she’d dated off and on, more off than on asking her about Ando and her. Jeez, couldn’t a girl catch a break from all the drama? “Hey,” Ando said. If artic glare could describe the way his dark eyes stared at her, then that was what he gave her. “Sorry I left you earlier. That was one of the cops who was on duty on a case I was involved in. He was giving me an update on it.” She shut her mouth when he narrowed his eyes. “I thought you were an EMT?” In for a penny and all that she thought. “I am, but sometimes life brings you into situations out of your control. I was walking along the beach one night and stumbled upon a scene straight out of a nightmare. Suffice it to say, I inadvertently saved a young woman’s life.” When Ando opened his mouth to ask more questions she was sure, the curtain was pulled back, saving her from having to answer and relive the horrifying night again. “Good evening, Mr. Delgado. What do we have here?” Jules stood to the side while a man in scrubs came in, his name tag said his name was Dr. Torres. “Evening, Dr. Torres. I fell off the end of the boat dock and hit my head.” Ando indicated his head. Dr. Torres went through some routine questions and tests, then pulled the bandage away. “Looks like someone cleaned you up pretty good,” he stated. “Jules here is an EMT with Dallas Fire and Rescue.” Ando’s gaze landed on her. If she didn’t know better she’d swear he sounded proud of her. “I cleaned it out and made sure there wasn’t any foreign bodies in the wound, then got him here as quickly as safety allowed.” “You did a good job. Head wounds tend to bleed like a sieve. Let’s get you stitched up and out of here quickly, son.” She met Ando’s eyes as Dr. Torres and the nurse set up the instruments needed. “You doing okay?” Ando nodded. “Yeah, I can handle it. You gonna hold my hand?” Her breath stalled in her throat. “Sure.” The word came out breathlessly. “Alright, Suzy is going to clean it up a bit more just to make sure it’s one hundred percent clean. Not that I don’t trust your abilities, young lady, but we don’t want to have anything foreign inside there when we seal him up. I’d say you’ll have about five stitches.” Dr. Torres took off his gloves and made some notes while the nurse named Suzy came forward. “This is definitely going to hurt a little.” Her dark brown hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, true regret rang through in her tone. Ando held his hand out toward Jules. Without hesitation she took it, entwining their fingers. “I’ll hold still, just work quickly.”

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She writes what she loves to read, and that is romance, whether it’s erotic, Navy SEALs, or paranormal, as long as there is a happily ever after. Her biggest hope is that after readers have read one of her stories, they fall in love with her characters as much as she did. She loves creating new worlds, and has more stories just waiting to be written. Elle believes in happily ever afters, and can guarantee you will always get one with her stories.
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My favorite mythical creature has to be an angel. Why? Because I’m not sure they’re actually mythical. Maybe the way people portray them in paintings and movies is not real, but the fact that they truly might exist makes them fascinating.

Anything dealing with the afterlife draws me in, and angels definitely fall into that category. I’d have to say though, if I have a guardian angel, she’d definitely working overtime. Just another thing I love about angels.

And seriously, what woman wouldn’t love to encounter an ethereal being so gorgeous and powerful, he could answer all your prayers. Amen to that sister! 








Once I was an angel, which I loved. Now I’m a demon, which I hate. And might I add that my fall was totally not my fault despite what those heavenly douchebags believe. Anyway, I’m stuck with this gig, working for one of the head demons of Hell. And to be frank, I’m rather good at tempting souls and avoiding the boss man. That is until Camuel, my former angelic partner, arrives on the scene. All I want is to tempt my mark to the dark side, and then enjoy a nice glass of wine and a good book. Unfortunately, tall, blond, and feathery has other things in mind.




After radio silence for a couple thousand years, BAM, there she is, my old partner Mara. I thought I was over the anger of her joining Lucifer’s entourage, but clearly, I’m not. And damned if she isn’t smack dab in the middle of trouble, messing with the soul I’ve been assigned to save. Things are about to get ugly, because there’s no way I’m letting my client be swayed by a minion of Hell. And no doubt I’ll do something stupid like try to save Mara’s soul. I just hope I can do it without losing my own.




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Tuesday, July 18, 2017

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Release Day: Waking Up Wolf by Erzabet Bishop #ShiftingHearts @erzabetbishop @shifter_lover @naughtynightspr @ginakincade



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Blurb:

Joanie’s dream has always been to give something back. Shubert, the kitty cat love of her life was her first rescue, and she was bound and determined to make volunteering at the Saving Furry Lives Shelter part of her reality. Joanie rescues a wolf pup and it bites her, setting off a chain of events she doesn’t anticipate. Appearances can be deceiving and some bites are much worse than their bark.

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Excerpt 1
The beeping sound of the machines brought her back to consciousness. Joanie shifted, annoyed at the scratchiness of the sheets and batted at an errant strand of hair that had fallen in her face. Her body hurt. The scent of bleach assaulted her nose and the pain in her foot still throbbed, a steady prickly feeling that seemed to lurk just beneath her skin.
Something was off. She felt around for Schubert’s familiar warmth and found him missing. Her body slick with sweat, she groaned as her head swam from the slight movement.
She’d heard voices earlier. It made it hard to sleep when they kept coming in and out of the room. The prick of a needle in her arm, the pressure from hands moving her into a bed. It was all a blur.
Wait.
Beeping.
Scratchy sheets and that weird chemical smell…
Joanie’s eyes popped open and grew wider. Everything was a blah shade of faded white and dingy beige that might have been something not the color of used putty once upon a time. Maybe. The only color in the room was the powder blue curtain that hung from the track in the ceiling between her bed and the one next door.
Someone was there and by the sound of it, they were sleeping. The snores got louder and tapered off, only to resume once more. Shifting beneath the sheets she grimaced at the discomfort thrumming through her body.
A nurse bustled in and, upon seeing her awake, smiled.
“Good. You’re up.” Her badge read “Nina Barticolva” and she reminded Joanie of one of the Gibson girls the way her cheeks turned round when she smiled.
Joanie tried to sit but the IV in her arm yanked her back into a supine position. “Ouch.” The sudden movement made her tired, her head still woozy from whatever happened to bring her here.
Why couldn’t she remember?
She was out on a rescue mission with Tim… then it all faded to nothing and, when she tried to bring it back, her head hurt.
“Woo,” Nina winced. “I wouldn’t do that just yet. We’re about to move you, but the doctor wants to have a look at you first.”
“Um. Okay.” Her head swam.
“I want to get your vitals.” The nurse put the stethoscope into her ears and placed the cold end of it on Joanie’s chest. Giving her a nod, she removed the device and looped it around her neck. Pulling a small device from her pocket, she clipped it on Joanie’s finger. It squeezed over the end of the digit and Joanie watched the small screen as numbers raced across it.
“What’s that?”
“I need your body temperature,” Nina replied with a smile.
“Oh.” Joanie’s head was pounding and her skin felt hot all over. “Why are you moving me…” she started to ask, but the words faded away as she caught sight of the doctor.
A man in green scrubs came through the door, his presence taking the air from the room. Joanie gasped, his piercing eyes meeting hers. The prickling feeling plaguing her ramped up, leaving her hyper aware of the male as he approached.
Her nose itched and she sneezed, a funny itching sensation covering her skin.
His chiseled features were strong and his dark eyes held oceans of blue, like a tempest in a storm. A strand or two of his dark hair fell down over his forehead and he absently ran his fingers through it to put it to rights. His muscular frame flexed beneath the scrubs and for a moment she wondered if he would mind if she reached out and touched him.
“You must be Joanie. Hi. I’m Dr. Buchanan.” His full lips turned up in a smile.
 A burst of heat slammed into her gut and she moaned aloud. An internal image of a female wolf reared her head, taking notice of the doctor in a big way. She was separate from Joanie, but connected to her at the same time, their desires co-mingling.
 Mortified, she clapped her free hand to her mouth and lowered her head.
Want.
What the hell was that?

Excerpt 2
“Damn it.” Sylvia hung up the phone and met the eyes of her business partner, Paige. Together they had created the Shifting Hearts Dating Agency and, after many successful pairings, she hated having a fail on the radar.
“What?” Paige put her cell phone down on the desk and cocked her head.
“Dr. Buchanan left; and I booked Cardiac Café just for him, too.” Sylvia got up from her desk and paced in front of the windows. “All those great milk shakes. It’s a shame.”
“You know, you’re gonna have to break out the Aphrodite powers with that one. He’s all business and no give.”
“No.” Sylvia shook her head and nibbled on her lip. “I have a feeling something’s going to change for him.”
“Like what? Find some girl and break her arm so he pays attention to her for more than five seconds? I mean, did you see him at the restaurant? All he did was walk around once and then dig into his onion rings like a starving man. It was unhealthy.”
“You’re just saying that because you wished he looked at you.” Sylvia laughed. “And those were good onion rings.”
“I don’t know how you can eat that stuff.” Paige sniffed and held up her perfectly manicured hand. “As a matter of fact, I’m not interested in dating right now. But, I can also tell you, I’ve seen your boy hanging out with a couple of regular subs at Ventures.”
“Really?”
“Yup.” Paige grinned. “That boy is kinky as hell. I wouldn’t be surprised by anything.”
“You just never know. He was so quiet, and never brought it up on the questionnaire.”
“He was probably embarrassed. Some people like to keep their lives private.”
“Well, that doesn’t help us match him up with a potential mate.”
“True.” Her phone buzzed and she looked down, a frown marring her face. “Turn on the television.”
Sylvia’s eyebrows shot up. “You sure about that?”
“Oh. Yeah. Nevermind.” Paige jumped up from her seat behind the desk and grabbed for the remote. They had a small television in the waiting area but, more often than not, it was they who got the most use out of it.
“I killed the last one. Not touching it.”
Paige snorted. “You are a technological curse on wheels, woman. No electronic gadget will ever be safe.”
“Goddess powers can’t be contained.”
“Watch me.”




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Chapter One
“Paige, where in the hell did you put the password log book?” Sylvia groaned as she flicked on the computer and the logo for the Shifting Hearts Dating Agency flashed across the screen. The agency had been open for six months, growing a little more every day. Their wall of successful matings and marriages increasing making Sylvia eager to check out her newest applicants and see any potential matches. But she always forgot the password. Either that, or Paige was always changing it.
She bet the latter.
Tricky damned cat shifter.
A descendent of Aphrodite, helping others find love was in Sylvia’s blood. Nothing made her happier. One day she’d find her own swoon-worthy prince charming, but at this point…well, she was content helping others. A tinge of sadness slid in and she firmly booted it away. The right person would come along at the right time, not before. This was her job, her chosen career and damned if she wasn’t going to use her power for helping people. With a push if it required it.
But if she saw that damned incubus, Carter, again, she was going to shove his ass clear out the window. Cheating fucker. He’d get his one day. She had people to help and it didn’t do her much good to think about murder before she’d at least had a cup of coffee. A really big cup too.
Everything here in Cypress Valley, Texas ran toward big and she hoped by setting up business here with the growing shifter population, her profits would start to be too. It was all great being descended from Goddess material, but if you didn’t have the dollars to go with the lifestyle, then it wasn’t so much fun anymore. Time to shake her money maker and get some romance in the air.
She got up from the desk, her new heels making her wince. She hobbled over to the kitchenette area in the back of the office and flicked on the overpriced individual cup coffee maker Paige insisted they buy. Her co-partner stood next to the counter, stuffing the better part of a jumbo blueberry muffin into her mouth.
“Now that is one big muffin.”
She held up a finger and kept on chewing.
“Nice salute there, hun. Cat get up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?”
Paige growled around the muffin, her cat shining in her eyes.
“Ewwww. Somebody is grumpy today.” Sylvia rolled her eyes and shook her head. Coffee. Lots of coffee. Then she’d deliberate about food. And passwords. She eyed the flavored pods with distrust, knowing Paige was watching, and selected one that read Hazelnut. She popped it into place like Paige had shown her and hit the start button. A dribble of brown liquid began to flow from the machine and too late she remembered she hadn’t placed a cup below the spigot.
“Shit!” Sylvia scrambled and reached for the nearest mug, shoving it in place. The scalding hot liquid poured over her hand and she let out a yowl.
A choked laugh from across the kitchenette met her ears.
Still munching on her muffin with an innocent smile on her face, Paige grinned and gave a pinky wave.
Bitch. At least that was an improvement over the last finger, she supposed.
Sylvia gazed at her friend with narrowed eyes and ran her hand under the faucet. “That wasn’t nice.”
“Sorry. But you made me almost inhale that one.” Paige snorted into her hand and popped the last of the muffin into her mouth. Not afraid of sporting her brunette curves, Paige was a kitty to be reckoned with, whether it was man or muffin…or modern appliance.
“Ugh.” Sylvia snatched up her cup and marched back to her desk, irritation prickling under her skin. New machines wigged her out. So did computers and newfangled cars. If she got too excited, her goddess tendencies could have adverse side effects to the point where Paige teased her that she must be related to Harry Dresden. At her blank look, she’d sighed and flicked something up on her phone, twisting it so Sylvia could see. “You know. The Dresden Files?” A picture of a book cover covered the screen.
She’d had no earthly idea what her friend was talking about. If it didn’t have vampires or a hot scantily clad shifter, she didn’t bother.
“You need to read more than just smut, girl.”
“Yeah…yeah.”
But what was the point to that?
“Sorry, Syl. The password book’s in the drawer where I always leave it.” Paige maneuvered her way to the desk on heels so high Sylvia didn’t know how she didn’t fall on her impeccably made up face. “And unless you plan on sticking your mouth underneath the pour nozzle, I’d have a cup ready next time.”
“Ha ha.”
Her friend’s blazer and top worked well with the jeans and boots she’d selected for the day. It was raining and knowing her cat shifter partner, she’d rather be curled up in her bed with a pile of blankets than be out and about.
Paige clutched an oversize cup of coffee like it was her lifeline, pausing mid-stride to take a sip. The rest of her may have been spot on but her bleary eyes told a story. Sylvia wasn’t sure she really wanted to ask.
“You okay?”
“Yep.” Paige set the cup down, the milky brown liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim. “Tried out a new venue last night and I think I found us a whole new segment of the shifter population.”
“Really?” Sylvia grinned, “And where did you go, pray tell?”
Paige glanced around, nibbling her lip. “Is Rafe here?”
“Nope. I haven’t seen your brother yet. Why?”
“Good.” A flash of cat in Paige’s eyes revealed her excitement. “I went to Ventures.”
Sylvia wrinkled her nose. “Where?”
“The new bondage club on Fifth Street. It caters to humans, shifters, and other paranormals.” A smile lit up her eyes and she reached for the coffee again, sitting down with a wince. “They had a kind of open house event and I wanted to check it out to see if there was any potential for us to join forces.”
“And?”
Paige focused on her cup, a secret smile on her lips.
“Did you hurt yourself?”
“Not exactly.”
Sylvia blinked. Oh….So that was how it was.
“So you think we’ll get some clients?”
Paige fidgeted in her chair and fired up her own computer. “You just wait, girlfriend. I have a feeling before the day is out we’ll be seeing something new coming across our desk. Now, where did you put the file on the Jefferson twins? I think I met someone that could give them a run for their money.”






About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is a USA Today bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, Malediction, Map of Bones, Sanguine Shadows,  Arcane (Prowlers and Growlers set),The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Heart’s Protector, Burning for You, Taming the Beast, Mistletoe Kisses, Surrender, Torment (upcoming), Hedging Her Bets, Cat’s Got Her Tongue (upcoming), Waking Up Wolf, Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark, The Devil’s Due (upcoming), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Sweet Seductions, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.

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Mythology has been a part of my writing career for as long as I can remember. The idea of Gods and monsters being as real as we are and not just the dusty meanderings in a book electrified me then, and still does now. 


As far as myths, I love to write about the Persephone and Hades. There is just so much wiggle room with that one. Same goes with Medusa. Cause even chicks with snakes in their hair need love too. But for me, if I had to pick one favorite, one creature that I just keep coming back to over and over again, it all goes back to shapeshifters, more specifically wolves.



Loup garou. Werewolf. Whatever you call him, he is wild and runs beneath the wide night sky with the moon whispering in his ear. He is Alpha. Primal. He knows his mate by scent and will claim her at any price. And sometimes, like the hero in my story, Taming the Beast, he is willing to sacrifice himself to save the ones he holds dear.



A little known fact about me. Growing up, the monsters were my friends. My bedroom was laden with near life size cutouts of Dracula and his bride. I had a Fright Night poster on my door. And this was year round. Vampires. Hunky wolf men. Bring it on.



As an adult, my upstairs office is decked out in monsters much like it was then. The collection of old fashioned monster busts, Dracula’s castle that lights up. Stitched projects with broomsticks and Halloween candy corn. What can I say? Monsters and mythical creatures bring the shadows to life and bring some light into the mundane world.


I hope you will enjoy all of our stories in the Creatures box set.

Happy reading.
XOXO
Erzabet Bishop




Allyse Montlake needs a job and quick. But what can a curvy girl with a penchant for plant magic do in the current job market? It’s just not the kind of thing that most people put on applications these days. To help her mother with medical expenses, she has to get something that pays more than her bookstore job.



When she goes with her friend Cara to a job fair, she has no idea she’s just applied for a position on Extreme Bachelor—in front of the camera and not behind the scenes as she intended. When she meets the man behind the mystique, can he love her for who she is and see the beauty behind the curves?



Soren Rochester is a werewolf and the owner of Barks, one of America’s most successful pet store chains. He also happens to be fighting a curse from one pissed off witch, and he’s running short on time to find a mate or else. When his assistant suggests a reality television show, he reluctantly agrees. Can this beast find true love amidst the glittering dresses of the contestants, or will he find her only to lose her in a field of thorns?

***This edition of Taming the Beast is a new expanded edition.



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Excerpt:


“No way.” Allyse clutched the invitation in her hand and stood at the closed gates of the Rochester estate. She waved the email at the stylish woman with the clipboard standing in front of her.
“This was supposed to be for a behind the scenes job on the show, not for a close up on camera looking for a husband.”
“I understand, dear, but if you’ll get back in line with the others, we’ll get all of this sorted out in a few minutes, okay?”
“Others?” Allyse’s stomach sank. This was so not going how she’d planned.
“Other contestants. Everything will be explained shortly. Now, if you’ll just get in line?” The woman’s voice drifted off in a distracted hollow tone, her attention taken up by a large catering truck approaching the gate.
“You need to go around back. This is for guests only.” She jabbed her finger at the driver’s window and Allyse stopped listening.
Allyse gritted her teeth and made her way over to the group of six women who, like her, waited for direction. She didn’t miss the behind the hand comments and slant-eyed stares. Her curvy form seemed to invite them. Today, she’d worn a new black and white floral top and soft flowing black slacks with new strappy black heels. Her long, dark hair was twisted into a loose updo with tendrils of curls fluttering down the sides of her face. She’d even splurged on a new tube of lipstick she couldn’t really afford, but it was important to make the right impression with the people who mattered.
Out of the corner of her eye, Allyse spotted a camera crew filming them from afar and her stomach did a funny little flip. She turned her head and recognized the hostess for the show standing next to the coordinator and swallowed the lump that had grown in her throat. She’d helped behind the scenes on a few shows, but never had she even considered herself a candidate for the hand of a man she didn’t even know. It was, in her opinion, ludicrous to think you could meet someone and know, in a date or two, if there was chemistry enough to warrant a lifetime commitment. How awkward would it be to tell someone oh hey, I sort of forgot to tell you I’m a witch that can sniff out car keys like a prized spaniel and oh, by the way, if you ever want your roses to grow, just pass me the word and I’ll make sure they get the memo.
Besides, she never aspired to being married. No one had ever really made her think of it. For her, marriage meant forever, and she didn’t abide by the modern sensibility that you could dump someone like you changed your socks. The only man in her life was Mr. Stinky, an irritable little Chihuahua who’d claimed her heart long ago. She was happy. He didn’t hassle her about her curves or needle her about hogging the bed. Nope. He was a perfect little pouty faced angel and she was mad for him.
He was pissed as hell at her right now, too. Leaving him with her mother wasn’t normally an issue, but the little guy had taken one look at her luggage and given her such an evil glare she still had the scorch marks. He’d gone right up to the top of the stairs, staring down at her like an angry gargoyle.
All she had to do was get through the next few days, collect her check and hope it was enough to help put a dent in her mom’s doctor bills. It made her sick to think of how little insurance actually covered. She had to do something to help make ends meet and work she would. It was late afternoon and, from what the email said, they should be entering the property to get settled.
The hostess walked away from the film crew and joined the other women.
“Attention, ladies. If you could all join me here at the gates, we’ll get started.”


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