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Welcome to Saturday Snippets where I present to you some fun and interesting reads from a variety of genre's. I'm also giving 1 lucky blog commentator a chance to win a $5 Amazon Gift Card. Check these stories out...

 

Surrendering To The Beast by Tina Donahue

Genre: Erotic Paranormal, Romantic Comedy

He arched one dark eyebrow even as his gaze raked up and down her. “I take it I’m in the right place?”

Heather’s face and body kept getting hotter while her nipples continued to tighten. “Uh-huh.” She noted the huge bulge behind his fly and made a guess. “You’re a satyr?”

“That’s me. Wine, women and song.” He winked. One of the zombies moaned. He looked over. “Speaking of song, you should get a sound system in here. Drown out all those crappy noises with some down-and-dirty heavy metal. You like Behemoth? Their Lucifer kicks some serious ass.”

His bulge kept getting bigger and the folds between her legs damper. Fighting a wave of dizziness, Heather went to her computer, wondering why he was having such an effect on her. Satyrs were charming, sure, and natural seducers. They had to be, considering all they thought about and wanted was sex. However, they didn’t have the power to turn a good fairy against her ingrained principles. At least, she didn’t think they could.

“Do you have an appointment, Mister…”

“Daemon. Nope, I’m hoping you can fit me in. What are you?”

Heather stopped keying. “The receptionist.”

He laughed with pleasure, not derision. Her belly fluttered at the deep, virile sound that went straight past her bones and into her marrow.

“I mean what kind of being are you? No,” he said quickly. “Let me guess.”

Regarding her, he tapped his forefinger against his bristly jaw. He wore an ornate silver ring with a large black stone on his right middle finger. His hands were big and rugged but not frightening. Heather wasn’t certain why, but she saw the best kind of strength in them, the sort that protected and made mortal women sigh in appreciation. She held back a whimper of delight.

“You’re either an elf or a fairy.” He sighed. “I can never tell them apart.”

Only because he wasn’t trying since they weren’t similar at all. Clearly, he wasn’t as perfect as she’d thought. Heather bet he wouldn’t have liked it if she’d mistaken him for a centaur rather than what he was.

“I’m a good fairy,” she informed.

“That explains all the white you’re wearing.” He gestured to her peasant blouse, gypsy skirt and ballet flats. An outfit she’d bought at Macy’s, not a uniform store for fairies. When she didn’t comment, he lifted his hands in a show of surrender. “Hey, didn’t mean to touch a nerve. I’m all about pleasing the ladies.” He grinned.

I Was Abducted By Monster Aliens And They Made Me Gay by B.A. Thruster

Genre: Monster Porn

Mark struggled to regain consciousness. When he tried to open his eyes he found they were heavy. His skull felt like he’d taken a sledgehammer to it.

“Shit,” he mumbled. He put a heavy hand on the back of his head searching for a wound.

“Mark,” Randy whispered urgently. “Come on, man, wake up.”

Mark again struggled to open his eyes. When he finally got them open, he saw Randy staring at him with a look of fear on his face.

“What’s going on?” Mark tried to search his mind, trying to remember what happened.

“We’ve been abducted by fucking monster aliens, man!” Randy whisper yelled.

Oh, yeah. The memory of the bright light flashing on them and trapping them came rushing back and all the grogginess that had been in his head quickly fled. Mark bolted upright, but found his movements were restricted. “What the hell?” he asked. He looked down and found he was completely naked and his arms were tied behind him.

“They tied us up,” Randy offered. Randy nodded his head to the right. “The monsters are over there.”

Mark looked over Randy’s head and sure enough, there they stood in the flesh.

Monsters.

They didn’t look like anything that Mark had ever seen before. There were four of them standing at some controls. They all stood about seven feet tall. If Mark’s eyes weren’t playing tricks on him, they appeared to be large bearded dragons with green scaly skin. They had long snouts for noses and sharp pointy teeth. They had muscular bodies and didn’t wear any clothes. Their arms and legs were as big as tree trunks, and instead of fingernails they had long black claws. Tails extended from their butts and had to be at least five feet in length. But what caught Mark’s eyes was what hung between their thighs. Massive dicks!

Mark’s mouth dropped open. “What the hell is going on here? Who the fuck are they?”

“I think they’re aliens and we’re in their spaceship.” Randy looked around and Mark followed his gaze.

They were in some kind of room or spaceship with controls lining the walls. “What are they planning to do with us?” Mark asked.

Randy shrugged. “I have no idea, they haven’t—”

“You two,” a deep raspy voice called from the other side of the room.

Mark’s heart stopped as his attention was pulled back to where the monsters were standing. One of the monsters was looking directly at them.

“Wh-what do you want with us?” Mark asked.

“To study,” the monster said flatly.

Mark raised his brows. “To study” could mean anything from asking Randy and Mark questions or cutting them up into itty-bitty pieces.

“Fuck,” Randy bit out.

“That too,” the monster replied.

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Shatter ~ Goddess Fish Tour ~ #Giveaway

 

Shatter

by Courtney Houston

 

GENRE:  Paranormal Romance

 

 

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 I am going to do something that has never been done before.

 My name is Telor Conway, and I am going to destroy Death. Bring her to her knees in front of me.

 I don’t know how and I don’t know when.

The only thing I know for certain, is that nothing will come between me and my soul mate ever again.

 I’ve been given a second chance at life, a life with Catalina. I’ve been given something worth fighting for.

 I will fight for it, for her… for us. Even if it is the last thing I do.

 I have thrown the gauntlet.

 On your marks.

 Get set.

 Go.

 

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Time had grated on me. Not because I hadn't enjoyed it, I had enjoyed every second of it, but because I couldn't help the nagging feeling in the back of my mind warning me to not become complacent. The other shoe would drop and it had.

Destiny and Life have basically disappeared; I had their numbers but had been trying to convince myself I didn't need their help. I couldn't gamble like that, not with Catalina's life. Not with our future. If it took swallowing my pride, I would do it in a heartbeat. Oliver’s visit only solidified my decision further. I pulled my phone from my pocket and let my finger hover over Denny's name for a moment before I sighed and dialed it.

It rang four times before it went to a generic voice mailbox that read his number back to me with instructions to leave a message. After the beep, I stayed silent for far too long, not sure exactly where to start. The only comfort I had was that Denny understood me like few in this world and the Other did.

"This was too easy," I confessed out loud for the first time. Saying it made me feel like a failure. A failure that would get more than just myself killed. "I know Tori, better than I care to admit to. I knew she wouldn’t bow out gracefully. We need to talk. In person."

I hung up, letting my confession speak for a plea in and of itself. Denny and Robin both risked a lot to keep us alive and together, I would have liked to think they would have a vested interest in us staying that way. I had made the call, now all I could do was wait for my plea to be heard and headed.

 

 

 

 

 AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Courtney lives in Kentucky with her husband (Mr. Houston), her two boys (Emmett and Ellis), her two cats (Polly and Jed) and her 3 chickens. Legal Assistant by day and writer by night, Courtney enjoys pancakes, coffee, wine and the number 26. She's a Leo, at least that's what the tattoo on her back says.

 

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Saturday Snippets ~ #Giveaway

 

SATURDAY SNIPPETS

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Welcome to Saturday Snippets where I present to you some fun and interesting reads from a variety of genre's. I'm also giving 1 lucky blog commentator a chance to win a $5 Amazon Gift Card. Check these stories out...

Spirit on Fire by Katlyn Conrad

Genre: Paranormal Romantic Erotica

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The werewolf paid cash, sliding the change into the hip pocket of his jeans. At the other end of the counter Samantha pretended to study the flyers on the cork bulletin board—a high school production of The Tempest, a ten percent discount on acupuncture, a tai chi class at the local Y. The scent of coffee and the whir of an espresso machine filled the air, suddenly stifling. Samantha had time to grab coffee but not for a were encounter. And if she was late for work again tonight she’d lose this job, just like she had all the others.
Don’t see me. Don’t see what I am. I am normal. I am invisible. I am shielded by a protective light…
Too late.
Her heart roller coastered downward. He was striding toward her. She met his eyes, determined to show no fear. The werewolf almost looked human. His plain white tee stretched tight against washboard abs. There was a hint of a shadow about his chiseled jaw and in her mind’s eye she caught a flash of rumpled sheets and sex. Like a photographic overlay, the spirit of the wolf shifted inside and around him. It snarled at her and her spine stiffened, the skin on her arms tingling.
There was no call for the were to be rude, she thought.
He stopped in front of her and leaned against the counter. His gaze took a leisurely stroll from her low-heeled boots to her mahogany hair and corkscrew curls.
Petite and curvy, she was a twenty-something morsel in a lipstick-pink trench coat. “What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” His voice was a husky growl.
“I think you’re supposed to say, ‘nice girl like you’.”
“No.” He grinned. “I meant what I said.”
Dammit. He did know what she was. And worse, she was responding. Her pulse rose, warmth flooding her cheeks. She hated this because a part of her wanted to smile, to flirt. Sam was lonely and not proud of the fact. But once the were and his clan discovered she was broken things would go bad. Fast.
The weres were all about survival of the fittest, and the broken were a danger to the pack. She’d be driven out at best and at worst…
She pushed that memory aside, the beating from a pack of female weres who had left her for dead. The surgeries that had followed. The drugs. The confusion. She’d wanted to die then, had expected death.
God, how she wanted to be normal.

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Bear Your Fangs by Aurora Russell

Genre: Paranormal Erotica

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“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll forget what little honor I have left and I will take all that you offer.”
The man bit out the words as if he were in agony, and Eva realized that she’d been standing there, leaning over him with her cleavage exposed provocatively, having a full-on fantasy about a complete stranger. A scary complete stranger. And yet she still wasn’t afraid he would hurt her.
She was…drawn him, more strongly than she’d ever been drawn to another. Eva felt a flush creep from her cheeks across her chest and up her face until she thought her whole body must be rosy. When she darted another glance at the man’s face, it showed naked hunger and…longing. Great, gnawing longing.
“Why don’t you tell me what I’m offering?”
Eva couldn’t believe that throaty, temptress’s voice had come from her mouth, but she couldn’t regret her words when the man drew in a sharp breath of pleased surprise. At least he no longer looked so sad. Instead, a trace of hopefulness was now evident in his gaze.
“If you truly wish to help me, I need to taste you.”
He looked tentative, and so hopeful and unbelievably sexy, despite his grievous injury, that Eva had to step closer to him, still touching his shoulder. She noticed a faint accent in the cadence of his words, too, which somehow made him even more appealing and less threatening.
“Taste me how? My blood?” she whispered.
The stranger looked her straight on, holding eye contact. “I need blood, yes, but I also need to taste your woman’s honey. That will truly speed my recovery. But once I’ve tasted you, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop until I’ve possessed you fully, not with the blood of the fight still in my veins.”
Eva quaked at the thought of not only trusting this man to drink her blood but also opening up for him in a way she’d never opened for another man. Her ex-fiancé had never even wanted to try giving her oral sex once in the years they’d been together. She realized that, even if this stranger hadn’t just been injured saving her life, she wanted to do this. She wanted this man so much she ached with yearning and practically shook with her need, feeling suddenly empty.
“Yes,” she breathed.

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Releasing Rage by Cynthia Sax

Genre: Sci-fi Erotic Romance

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“I serve you. You’re my cyborg.”
“I’m your master.” His eyes glowed with pride and passion. “You belong to me, are mine to do with as I will.”
“Yes, sir.”
She couldn’t form a longer reply. Her breasts were alive with his touch, his nanocybotics working her like a thousand tiny tongues, concentrated where his mouth engulfed her skin. Her pussy warmed with the friction of his palm.
“Right now, I wish to repair your damage.” He laved her breasts with his tongue, covering her with his unique form of care, spreading his seduction across her entire chest, and she writhed against him, fighting her release, wishing to delay this delicious torture. “I want my female in prime condition when I breed with her.” Rage pushed two of his large fingers inside her.
She whimpered, the fit tight, stretching her.
“You’ll take me, little engineer.” He spread his fingers, increasing the pressure. “Not today. You haven’t yet earned that reward.” He pumped her, his rhythm fast, hard, squeezing the breath from her chest. “But soon. I’ll fill your snug human pussy with my cyborg cum.”
“Yes, sir.” Joan wiggled, impaled on his fingers.
“I’ll breed with you whenever, wherever, however, I desire.” His lips moved against her as he thrust his fingers between her pussy lips, filling her again and again. “And you’ll deny me nothing because you serve me.”
“I serve you, sir.” Let me come, she wanted to beg yet didn’t dare. He was in control, would give her relief when, if he wished.
“When I tire of you, when you no longer satisfy my needs—”
She shook with want and need and an endless yearning. “You’ll kill me, sir.” Saying the words gave her some power and she wasn’t scared of death, only of not finding release.
“Yes.” He drove into her pussy with his fingers and nipped her breast with his lip-covered teeth.
She screamed, bearing down on his hand, taking him deeper inside her. Her inner walls constricted around him, as though trying to make their bond permanent. His mouth tugged and pulled at her nipple, extending her orgasm until she had nothing left, sagging against him. Rage drew her upward with one arm, this demonstration of his strength impressing her.
“My female.” He licked the scratch on her face. His nanocybotics warmed her skin as they repaired her damage. His fingers remained inside her.

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Dark Velvet by Lisa Carlisle

Genre: Paranormal Romance

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Savannah’s fingers traced the cool marble of the god’s muscular back and then the definition in his arm as he drew an arrow to shoot. She pictured Antoine bent over the sculpture, brows furrowed in concentration, losing sense of time as he polished each portion to perfection.
“Do you like this?” A deep voice whispering in her ear startled her.
She jumped at the sound of his voice, bumping back into his hard chest, and he caught her upper arms to steady her. Only one man in the castle spoke in that smooth French accent—the sculptor himself.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Antoine.” She fumbled taking a half step forward, away from him. “I shouldn’t have touched it.”
“No, don’t apologize.” He let go of her arms, but his warm breath tickled her ear. He took her hand, caressing her palm, which sent tingles up her arm. Her bottom lip quivered as he brought her fingers to rest again on the marble piece.
She thanked the gods he remained behind her so he couldn’t witness her nervous reaction, and she bit her lip to halt the tremors. This was not the way for a young protégée to behave in front of her benefactor. He owned the castle, created the art colony here where she was attending on a poetry scholarship—she shouldn’t go gaga simply from his touch. Which was exactly what she was doing.
“It pleases me that you appreciate my work.” Leading her fingers down the figure’s chiseled chest, he leaned in closer and added, “I liked watching you admire it.”
His voice alone sent flames rippling through her. Every nerve in her being lit with awareness in reaction to him. In the months since they’d met, they’d never been alone in such proximity. Weeks of heated looks from afar had inflamed her desire so the slightest touch became intimate, strengthening her need for more.
Sounds of approaching voices indicated this evening’s performance in the chateau would soon begin. Several of the musicians in the art colony had collaborated on orchestral pieces they wanted to play in front of an audience for the first time. As fellow artists in residence, they sought the support of fellow residents.
Antoine kissed her hand like a suitor in a bygone era. “I hope you enjoy the concert, Savannah.”
Her lips parted, opening and closing like a fish while she thought of what to say. When she mustered up the courage to turn and face him, he had already left the room, filling her with both relief and disappointment. Unaware she’d been holding her breath, she exhaled deeply.
Several times over the course of the evening, Savannah caught Antoine’s dark eyes watching her. Her emotions roiled in confusion while the performers played Barber’s Adagio for Strings. The way he held her gaze without blinking made her squirm in the burgundy armchair. The rising tension and resolution from the violin and cello underscored her tumultuous emotions. She smiled at him briefly and focused on the musicians, aware of how her heartbeat had escalated. When she glanced again at Antoine, he still watched her unabashed, as if unconcerned about what the others would think. He took a sip of Porto, nodded her way, and then returned his attention to the musicians. She sat up straighter and crossed her legs at the ankles, then uncrossed them, and crossed them again. The attraction was becoming more difficult to ignore.
In light of how he breached the physical distance by touching her so earlier, she feared she’d be unable to keep her desires hidden much longer. She’d developed an instant crush since she arrived at the castle three months before. How could she not be—he was a renowned sculptor with a devastating, dark appeal. What was she to him than just another young resident who would be gone in three months, replaced by another.
Was she reading more into the brief exchange than was warranted? It’s just a look. Only a casual glance my way. Even as she attempted to fool herself, she knew she was full of shit.

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Dark Wolf Enterprises by A.M. Griffin

Genre: Paranormal Romance

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He’s leaving me.

The thought ripped through her mind. Then an instant later, another thought eased the first.
He’d never leave me. I belong to him.
She’d no time to pick apart the last thought because, on the next blink, Kristof—the wolf—was standing outside of her window—watching her.
She knew it was him and not some other wolf, she felt he was hers. Their eyes locked. A part of her wanted to shrink away under his stare, but the other…wanted to claim him.
The cockpit door creaked open and the pilot peered at her. Yelping she raised her gun and aimed. Screaming, he shut the door before she could fire off a shot.
“Come out here and I’ll kill you! Do you see what happened to your buddies?” Her hands shook as she aimed the gun.
She was going to die. There was a man-wolf killer outside and a pilot-kidnapper in here.
Another glance outside and Kristof stood, as a man, watching her. A naked man.A wonderfully naked man.
She shook her head.
Wolf-beast.
“Trudy. Open the hatch. I’m coming back up,” He yelled out to her.”
Was she supposed to let him back in? He hadn’t said that.
She chewed on her lower lip, waiting for an answer she couldn’t think of. If she opened the door would he attack her? Was he a rabid beast who couldn’t control himself?
She shook her head. “No. You said not to open the hatch.”
“I meant don’t open the hatch for them.”
“Since I know your secret are you going to kill me now?”
“Don’t be silly. It’s cold out here. Open the hatch.”
Should she let him back in?
“Are the pilots still alive?” he asked.
Her gaze shot back to the cockpit. “Yes. But not for long,” she yelled, loud enough for the pilots to hear.
“I’m naked and it’s about thirty degrees out here. Can you please let me in?”
“Wh-what about your super-human heating abilities? Aren’t you supposed to be so hot that’d you’d melt snow?”
He cocked his head to the side. “This is not a young adult story. I’m freezing my ass off.”
“If he kills me I’m going to be so pissed,” she mumbled to herself.

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New Book Release! Yule's Tyd!!!

A.M. has a new book release, Yule's Tyd. The book released November 12 and is a quick read of 34 pages.


Blurb:

Yule’s done what was asked of him, so soon he’ll be free and able to travel the universe, or return to his ancestral home, Earth. He should be ecstatic, but what fun will there be in discovering what lies beyond the remote outpost if his best friend, the station’s Artificial Intelligence sentinel Tyd, can’t come with him? Tyd’s taught Yule so much, has kept him sane during his service, and Yule can’t imagine life without his friend.

He also doesn’t know how much longer he can go without some kind of physical contact. Projected images of women on his wall and fantasy encounters just can’t satisfy him anymore. But Christmas is coming—although Yule neither knows what it is nor cares—and Tyd has arranged a very special gift. One that will change everything.

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More news about the Dark Wolf Enterprises series.

Book One Dark Wolf Enterprises will be released on Wednesday November 19. This story was included in the Brought To His Knees Anthology.

Blurb:

The big break Trudy Hollander’s small accounting firm needs has finally arrived, but unfortunately it comes with murder, mayhem and Kristof Farkas, a man she just can’t seem to resist. Even worse, Kristof is the CFO of Dark Wolf Enterprises—the one person who can pull the plug on the job that will take her company to the next level.

And then there are the assassins who can jump from three stories up and still be able to run away…

Kristof has no intention of giving in to his inner wolf and claiming Trudy. She’s human. Too fragile to withstand being a shifter’s mate. But the need to protect her is stronger than his resolve, and his desire is more powerful yet. He’ll fight with everything he has to keep her safe, both from those who would hurt her, and from himself.

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So there's lots going on for A.M. to ring out 2014.