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Mating Call
Immortal Council Series book#4
A wolf or a voice can stake the claim but it takes and immortal heart to seal the deal
His voice calls to her in a place where she cannot deny it. It excites her so she doesn’t want to deny it. She will deny it all to save her principles. He wants her, his wolf won’t leave her. He will give her what she needs, whether she likes it or not.
His eyes settled back to brown and he shut the door. As he approached her to take the clothing, he breathed deep and his eyes once again flared to yellow.
Lillian stepped away quickly, knowing what that change was all about--he could scent the remains of her desire, the pleasure she had allowed herself to feel for him in private. She knew her eyes were wide, not from fright, but shame for him to know that she so desired him.
He stared at her for a moment, eyes narrowing slightly, hands clenched around the fabric of the borrowed clothes. He opened his mouth, as if he were about to say something, then shut it and walked to the bathroom.
She sagged with relief, falling into the nearby chair. This situation may be more than she was capable of handling. After gathering herself once again, she restrained her emotions and pushed all feeling aside. She sat straight and still in the chair, ready to tell him what she proposed.
Henry came out of the bathroom, his long hair dry now and floating around his shoulders, which were wide and pressing out at the seams of Lucas’s borrowed tunic.
She was going to have to find him some better fitting clothes. This was almost as bad as having him naked. She could see every line of his body and what made it worse, was she knew exactly what each line looked like without clothes. The image was forever burned into her brain and it was excruciatingly pleasant. “I have thought of something that might work well, a plan of sorts to find the traitor in my colony.”
Henry gave her a look clearly stating his doubt.
She almost stopped. He was going to hate the idea, but it was better than his lame idea. There was just no way any of the elves in her colony would buy that she needed him as protection. “I think that my idea is better suited to our situation and definitely more believable.”
“Uh-huh, right. So what is it?” He sat across from her and leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest and looking completely closed off to anything she had to say, as if he were merely humoring her with listening at all.
It grated on her nerves. “You know what, never mind. It doesn’t matter. You’ll just tell me it’s not as good as your idea, even though it is, stubborn male.”
He shot forward in his seat, eyes bulging out in shock. “I’m stubborn? Are you kidding me? You are the elf here. It doesn’t get much more stubborn than that.”
“Elves are not stubborn. We believe what we believe and we, unlike so many others, adhere to our beliefs. We don’t pick and choose when we want to follow our own rules.”
“Oh yeah, is that why you mated with a different species? Is that why you have a half-breed daughter out there?”
Wet Glamour
Immortal Council series Book #3
The only thing worse than spending time with the elf who betrayed her, is having him find out she never stopped loving him
After running out on Rina, his declared mate, Lucas shows up years later with an invitation to The Council of Immortals. He needs her to represent the mermaid species on the council, for very personal reasons.
Rina never wanted to see Lucas again. He chose his sister and his clan over her. She definitely has no interest in being on a council of any kind with him, and she is more than happy to shoot him down, while showing off her love free self, even if it has to be gained through magical persuasion.
When her sister is kidnapped by a psychotic wizard creating a deadly scavenger hunt, pitting all immortal species against one another, she knows her best chance of saving her is with The Council of Immortals’ help.
Can she keep her love hidden from Lucas long enough to save her sister? Or will the song of love that she has been hiding burst forth and ruin everything?
Rina stood staring at the door, assessing her feelings. Lucas was on the other side of that door, she could feel it, but did she want to sing? No, I don’t. The thought fortified her and she lifted her hand to knock, but the door swung open before her hand descended. Lucas stood there, a glamour shimmering around him very similar to the one he had been using when she had seen him outside the shop—a buffed up beach boy with tanned skin and bulging muscles. In reality, he was tall and lean with shimmering pale skin. He wore a pair of low-slung jeans and no shirt, revealing a delicious amount of hairless skin and two enticing brown nipples. His long white hair was braided down his back, leaving his pointed ears to stand out considerably.
An unbidden memory of nipping and licking those lovely points popped into her mind. She quickly tamped down on the titillating memory and moved her gaze to his mouth. His lips showed the slightest hint of uplifting at the corners, a major show of emotion for any elf. The annoyance of that thought gave her the strength to look into his eyes, big mistake. She almost lost herself in the swirling brown pools. Thankfully Rive chose then to gently kick her foot. Rina moved her gaze down to his slightly pointed chin, much safer.
“I’m here. Are you going to make me stand in the hall or what?” Rina was proud of her strong confidant voice in spite of her whirring emotions. She could feel them trying to assimilate, but they kept getting scrambled, blocked both by Acquanetta’s persuasion and her own determination.
“Of course, won’t you come in?” Lucas stepped back so all three could enter his room, “I had hoped to speak with you in private.”
“Right, like that was going to happen,” Rive said as she passed into the room.
“I don’t keep things from my mersisters,” Rina said. Then just because it felt good to point out, she added, “My mersisters care only about what makes me happy, and who. So I don’t need to keep secrets.”
“Really, so I guess that means Brook knows you are here and approves?”
Rina bristled at the comment and she saw his blank face change slightly with satisfaction. “I’m here, what did you need to say to me that was so important it couldn’t be relayed through one of my mersisters?” Rina watched his face carefully, searching for the slightest change in his expression to indicate his thoughts and feelings. Nothing. His was a frustrating race and time had changed nothing. How was she supposed to enjoy showing him she didn’t love him anymore if he didn’t express his misery over the fact, or at least surprise?
Lucas had dropped his glamour once the door was shut, no use hiding in here. So now there was nothing to get in the way of her appreciative, hungry perusal of his body. Damn, I have to keep my thoughts straight. But it was harder than she thought it would be. She wasn’t feeling love for him, but still felt attracted to him. She just hoped she didn’t have easy lay written across her expressive face. If the situation weren’t so complicated, she would be dragging him to that bed right now, tearing his clothes off with her teeth and licking every inch of his delicious body.
Rina bit her lip to keep the groan of desire from escaping. She could do nothing for the wetness she felt between her thighs. Lucas’s eyes widened and she knew he was smelling her arousal. Damn his immortal senses. One thing she could count on, she hoped, was he had always been a gentleman. He would never embarrass her by bringing up her obvious desire for him.
By Extasy's Collective Minds
Including my story: Dragon Brothers
Keeping Blood
Immortal council Series Book #2
Being a dangerous hybrid makes every immortal your enemy.
Born into a world of immortal creatures Alexia is a one of a kind hybrid between her vampire mother and werewolf father. Shunned by both species she is alone in her world, wishing only to be human and for once, truly accepted. Ian, a werewolf from another pack, shows up and claims she is his fated mate, much to his own displeasure. When Alexia’s parents disappear, she is forced to ask Ian, and a very unpleasant vampire, Paxton, for help in finding them. Thrown together in their mission to save her parents will they also find that they share a fate to be mated? Will Alexia finally find acceptance with Ian, or will their differences keep them apart?
"Ian drove Alexia’s car and she sat silently in the passenger seat, trying to deny the fact that the sweet earthy smell of his blood was as tempting as a dark chocolate truffle. Her fangs were extended in her mouth and she knew her eyes glowed with need. Her sex ached with a different need entirely, as if the scent of his blood were the most potent of aphrodisiacs, perhaps it was. She squirmed in her seat uncomfortably and kept her lids down to keep from alerting any cars they passed with their inhuman glow. She wasn’t able to hide the obvious desire from Ian. He would see the glow of her eyes even though they were pointed down, and he would scent the desire pooling between her thighs.
"Should I be worried that you are going to lose control and attack me?" he asked mockingly.
Alexia hissed at him in response, a noise so vamp like it even startled herself.
"I’ll take that as a no. Well then, how about we discuss the plan for tonight?"
"Whatever." She sighed, but was thankful for the reminder of what she needed to do. The important thing was finding her parents. With that thought firmly planted in her mind, her fangs receded slightly, but the ache between her thighs continued mercilessly. Her whole body felt hot with it."
Lilac roses, scorching heat, it just might be worth her soul.
Lilly wants the life she was promised and a love she deserves. When Myra shows up and magically fixes everything that is wrong with Lilly’s life Lilly is willing to suspend belief for a chance at passion. But will the price to keep it be too high?
“My name is Myra and I wish to pursue you. I offer you gifts in declaration of this intention.”
“You wish to pursue me?” Lilly asked, incredulous.
“Yes, my intentions are to give you everything you desire.” Myra spoke in a calm mater-of-fact way that made Lilly nervous.
“In exchange for what? My soul?” Lilly said with a laugh, Myra’s uncomfortable look made the sound end on a choke, the temperature once again rising in the car. “What are you?”
“What I am is complicated. What is not complicated is my desire for you. It was instantaneous and fierce. I want you for my own and I offer in return everything you could ever desire.”
“I don’t--”
“Do not deny me without first experiencing what it is that I offer you. You have seen only part of what I can do for you.”
“The men?” she asked, not sure if she wanted the answer.
“They did not deserve to live, I heard you call for their deaths and I delivered as you asked. You only have to ask and anything else will be yours as well.”
Myra’s words were so heartfelt and urgent Lilly wasn’t sure what to think. It couldn’t possibly be true, yet how else could she explain the odd happenings lately.
“The money in my mother’s account?”
“You were so worried and it seemed to be easily fixed.”
Myra reached out a hand and stroked Lilly’s cheek. Her hand was warm and soft, her touch gentle and caring. Lilly was helpless to deny the ache of longing she felt. She wanted, needed, to be cared for as Myra was offering.
“Let me take you to my home. Let me show you what I offer and if you decide it is not what you want, then I won’t force you to stay. You will always have the freedom to choose.”
Lilly closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of Myra’s hand as it traveled up her bare leg and thigh, leaving a burning trail of desire leading straight to her too-long neglected core. Lilly sucked in a sharp breath as Myra’s nails scraped over the thin material covering her crotch. Her breath was sultry against Lilly’s cheek.
“Will you come with me, Lilly?”
Cafe Nowhere
By Extasy's Collective Minds
Including my story: The Writer and The Warrior
Deep in the Central American jungle a writer a writer searches for inspiration,
she discovers a mythical Aztec warrior with nothing left to protect; until he finds her.
Blood Visions
Magic blood, snarling beasts, love tamed and true.
Zyra is dating a Vampire who is completely obsessed with her, but now that the newness has worn off she realizes it’s nothing more than great sex. She wants more. She wants the true love she knows will last her throughout her immortal days and nights. Tarquin has been living on instinct for far too long, it is his time to die, and he knows it. Can the patience of his beautiful enemy give him the will to control himself, and can they find a way to pure ecstasy together in bed?
“Zyra, you have been feeding again.” Paxton fell into step beside her, seemingly out of nowhere. A vampire could move faster than the human eye could see, a reason why rumors were rampant that they could fly or teleport, something only those psychotic Elves could do, that she knew of.
“Paxton, you know I have to feed at least once a week. I am just too young to be a mommy, too irresponsible by far.” Zyra spoke with a light teasing tone and ran her finger suggestively along the front seam of his pants. “So now that I am all pumped on human blood, why don’t we go somewhere and fuck?”
Paxton hissed and grabbed her hand in a punishing grip. “No more games Zyra, I can smell the magic. You went out deliberately looking for a Blood Vision didn’t you? Are you really so unhappy in your life with me?” His voice turned pleading and so sad. He dropped her hand and turned away.
“Oh Paxton.” Zyra laid a hand on his shoulder. “You know how I feel. I never misled you in any way. You just chose to believe what you wanted.”
Paxton stiffened and Zyra could smell his anger intensifying. “That’s bullshit and you know it.” He whirled back to look at her, his eyes burning bright red in his anger. “I can’t make you stay, but I don’t have to let you live in peace without me either.”
With those foreboding words he was gone, moving so fast that a couple hookers down the street had to look twice and rub their eyes to try and make sense of the man who had seemingly just disappeared right in front of them."
Reincarnated Death Wish
To experience passion is to choose death
Amelia lives each day with the knowledge that she will be killed on October 31st, her twenty-second birthday, only to be reincarnated one hundred years later. While alive she is haunted by dreams of passion she is never able to experience and death she knows is waiting for her. A demon is coming to kill her, and fate decrees that she will choose death from him. What could possibly drive her to ask for her own death—only the promise of her every fantasy coming true before the death blow.
"At eleven I heard him, calling to me. He wanted me to return to my apartment, he waited there for me. My knees went weak with fear and excitement, I couldn’t control the compulsion to obey, I had to go to him. Without a single goodbye, I walked out, mind numb to anything other than the task at hand, getting to my demon.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I was doing something stupid, I shouldn’t make it this easy for him. If he wanted to kill me, then I should make him come to me, but those thoughts were fleeting and I could not make myself obey them.
Daray’s thoughts and desires filled my mind, and that is what my body obeyed, as if he were its true master. I was helpless to fight it, and I wasn’t afraid. His compelling me was not malicious. It was somehow comforting, as if a long awaited return. This is what I have lived the last twenty-two years waiting for.
When I stood outside my apartment door wondering how I got there, I almost faltered. I had a sudden moment of returned clarity, I wanted to fight, I wanted to live. I was not going down easy."
Dreamed Destiny
She has dreamed of her destined lover.
Now can she find him?
Kayla goes to Hawaii looking for an escape from her divorce and impending thirtieth birthday. She gets an awakening of a gift of dreamed foresight her grandmother claimed to have, and Kayla had always shunned. When Kayla dreams of her destined lover she desperately wants to harness this newfound gift, but can she use what she has so long ignored? If she finds him will she be able to claim him, or has she strayed so far from her destined path that her dreamed ending will never come true?
Excerpt:
"Kayla slid out of the guest bed and stepped out onto the small lanai. She looked out at the moonlit beach and churning waters of the North Shore. It was beautiful, and it was the exact scene from her dream, missing only one very important piece, the Godlike surfer straddling his surfboard in the water. His coal black skin wet and glistening, his black hair falling in wet locks around his face. He was beautiful, strong body and sensuous face, dark eyes and full lips. Every part of him promised pleasure, and she wanted to be on the receiving end of all of it.
Kayla’s whole body tightened as if it were a real memory instead of just a dream. God how she wished it was more than just a dream. That was the kind of man she needed in her life, to make her forget, even for a little while, about all the things that had gone so wrong recently.
She shuddered as the warm breeze ran across her overly sensitive skin. The sensual feel of it nearly making her drop to her knees and beg for a real live man to take care of the ache that had been so long unsatisfied. A small whine escaped her lips as her mind drifted back to the dream man that she couldn’t have."
Treasure of Flowers
She was looking to save her family.
He was looking for revenge.
Together they embark on a journey that leads
Them to discover something unexpected,
Love
When Violet is forced to choose between herself and her father’s treasured amulet she makes the green-eyed captain an offer he can’t refuse, a treasure hunt, with her as his guide. Trevon is out for revenge but something about the defiant girl he finds on her hands and knees in his cabin intrigues him, and her offer of a treasure hunt is irresistible. They journey together across sea and land, Violet discovers a joy she never thought possible and Trevon discovers a new reason to live. But is their connection enough when the lies of the past emerge to change their present?
"Trevon looked at the amulet he held in his palm, wondering about its true value if this man was so desperate to have it back. Trevon could not believe the beautiful stone held any magical power, but he was sure it was worth more than he had originally thought. He gazed into Violet’s beautiful eyes and was taken aback by the raw emotion there. He had an unexpected and overwhelming urge to comfort her in some way.
Comfort was usually the last thing on his mind around a beautiful woman, but looking at Violet, he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to make her smile. He could not stand seeing her so pained. His surprising new feelings made him quite uncomfortable. Trevon closed his large hand around the amulet.
He took the map so he could examine it closely with his well-trained eye. He had seen so many maps over the years and prided himself on being able to spot a fake better than any other man. This map looked authentic, but the only true way of knowing was to follow it. You never could tell what you would find at the end of a treasure map, nor its value, until it was followed. A treasure map was nothing more than a promise of adventure to those brave enough to chase the trail.
Trevon’s blood began to race at the thought of a new treasure hunt. And having this beautiful woman around was not an unpleasant thought either. It was an interesting proposition for sure. It had been an impulse decision to ask for her in exchange of the amulet. Something about her riled his passions and he was used to pursuing anything that stirred him even half as much as she did. The thought of having her and the map made his blood boil with excitement."
Lover's Stone
Jasmine Jones doesn’t believe in love, or the power of the objects she is hired to find. She uses her secret ability to be the best thief around, better even than Cole Grubman. A super smooth thief who shows up on the same trail as her, more often than she likes. Will destiny decide that they are true lovers? Or will Jasmine’s refusal to make herself vulnerable keep their passion a wistful memory?
"It was one AM when Jasmine slipped into the dark house. Dressed in a black cat suit and gloves, she blended with the shadows—not that anyone was around to spot her anyway.
She crept through the rooms, letting her senses guide her flawlessly through the lightless spaces clear as day. She made it to the bedroom and found the stone carelessly stuffed into a nightstand. Obviously Mr. Wellesley didn’t think the stone was that precious or priceless, or perhaps he was just that confident in his security. Jasmine couldn’t contain the scoff at his stupidity.
She held the unassuming thing up in the moonlight. It appeared to be nothing special—a smooth black stone about the size of her palm. But it was heavy, easily three times as heavy as it should be for the small size. It heated in her palm and she wrapped both hands around it, drawn to its warmth. The warmth soon spread up her arms and into the rest of her body. Jasmine closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of it, of the comforting warmth. It was like being held tight by a familiar lover. "
Pirate's Savior
Angeline is devastated at the loss of her father and cannot believe that she is being sent away at his request. She is to live with his friends, whom she has never met, and make a proper marriage that she does not desire. Fate puts her in the care of the family’s son and in the path of a temptation she does not understand.
Dominique is a lover of the sea, and this inconvenient stop for a girl he has never met turns his bad temper worse. She represents everything he hates about his family and the life they would have him lead. But when he sees the woman he is to take on his ship, he is pleasantly surprised and tempted beyond belief.
They are destined for love, but Dominique’s secret past haunts his present and endangers their future. Angeline must risk all to save him and the love that he promised her.
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