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Saeran’s dreamed about retiring from his lifestyle as a male prostitute for a while. But would catering to a dragon shifter be the best thing? Dragons are known to bite now and again.

Barro is enamored with Saeran and his luscious body. Inviting Saeran back to his house to be at his beck and call seemed the logical thing to do at the time. When Saeran accepts, he is overjoyed and can’t fight the growing attraction between them.

Saeran becomes more to Barro than the houseboy he originally planned on. The question is, what exactly is Saeran becoming? They open their hearts to one another, and all secrets are revealed.

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His secretary tried to hide the smile that formed on his lips and the glint in his eye, but he couldn’t. Barro knew perfectly well Percy and his wife were having an affair. If they were discreet, he didn’t care how his wife was entertained. When they had entered into their marriage contract, he had made the agreement they have three children. After the birth of their second daughter, he hoped the third would be a son. This time, I’ll make an effort to visit her.

“Is that going to be a problem?”

“No, Sir. What about the man who is here to see you? He said you invited him. Forgive my speaking out of turn, but he doesn’t seem the sort who you’d want around. People will talk.”

Barro gritted his teeth and felt the fire creeping up his throat. He counted to ten and then let out a breath through his nose feeling the smoke tickle his nostrils. “What people think is no concern of mine. Neither is my choice of the company I welcome into my home. Next time, I suggest you hold your tongue or you’ll find your balls cut off and shoved down your throat. I tolerate that you fuck my wife, but remember—one word from me and I can bring you before the council and have you put on trial for treason.”

Percy glanced away. “I-I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again. I’ll bring him right in.”

Barro sighed when the other shifter left. He hated being cross with the other man, but once and a while he had to remind him who was the boss. Also that nothing Percy did was secret. Even whatever he did wasn’t completely secret. Barro was afforded a modicum of privacy due to his position, but his lifestyle was widely known within the council. However, if he didn’t flaunt it and fulfilled his dragon duties then he was left alone. His fondness for other males was shared with other shifters. He just didn’t make a habit of frequenting brothels. A colleague of his had passed along Saeran’s name to him and said he was very good at what he did. That was the reason he had chosen him for a houseboy. No. Not a boy. A very attractive man who he was completely enamored with. There was something about him that had driven him to invite Saeran back to his house. Why did I do that? What am I getting myself into with him? Over the years he had slept with a dozen or so other men and had always found them pleasing to the eye, but had never invited them back to his house. Saeran was different and he didn’t know why.

“Sir, your visitor,” Percy announced.

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Polly is running a fund raiser for the local animal shelter when she meets Vaughn, who wants nothing to do with what she’s selling. Instead, he sends her to hell, believing she’s a succubus.

But Polly’s really a witch hybrid with a soul, and Vaughn’s boss wants her alive. When Vaughn tracks her down again at the shelter, he discovers she’s guarded by her faithful Corgi/Hellhound Sugar. Determined to get answers, Vaughn learns there’s more to her than meets the eye, yet his resentment toward her grows until he discovers her ultimate secret.

Polly can’t help her growing attraction to Vaughn, even if he’s keeping something from her. As much as he doesn’t want to protect her, he’s forced to. Hell wants her back and will do anything to get her.

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He might be sexy as hell, but he is not calling me cheap. Her blood boiled. Polly’s fangs extended behind her pursed lips. She shoved them back up with her tongue so he wouldn’t see them when she talked.

“It’s not cheap. What I have is for a good cause. It’s for the local –“

Big Sexy slammed the door in her face.

“Animal shelter. All proceeds go to feeding and providing healthcare.” She finished her sentence and her smile dropped. Walk away and move on to the next door. You’ll get someone eventually. Think positively.

The demon inside of her reared its head. “Show him who he’s talking to. Make him buy shit for the cute, cuddly puppies.”

Polly drew herself up and pushed the inner voices away. It got tiring fighting her dual nature. It felt like she had three people warring inside of her head. Her. The succubus and the angel. Polly thought of herself as the quintessential cartoon character with the miniature angel and devil sitting on either shoulder.

The more she thought about the man, the angrier she got. Fifteen doors she had knocked on so far. Not one of them hid a kooky cat lady who would spend all her money on the dozens of cat cards or rolls of wrapping paper sporting kittens batting at dangling ornaments. The day had been a bust. This guy is going to spend money for a good fucking cause.

Polly turned back around, took in a deep breath, trying to stay calm.

“I told you I would win,” her dark half muttered.

The angelic side turned its back. Polly shoved them both back into their corners of her mind. She knocked on the door again and tapped into the succubus part of her.

The door opened. Big Sexy had a towel around his waist while he towel-dried his hair. “I told you I don’t want any.”

“Come on, sir.” Polly put a hand on her hip and purred. She caught a whiff of him, like cloves mixed with the deep scent of the woods. Water droplets dribbled down his chest. His green eyes narrowed. Her otherworldly charm didn’t seem to be working. This man should have been putty in her hands by now.

“I told you, I’m not interested in anything you’re selling. Go away and buy a different perfume. Whatever you’re wearing reeks like sulfur. What’s it called, Ode de Rotten Eggs?” He waved his hand in front of his nose to remove the scent.

Shit. It’s not working on him. Her sweet grin drooped. She clutched the catalog. Time to resort to other measures. She dropped her succubus powers. Her veins ran cold and energy crackled around her as she pulled it from the atmosphere. All sound fell away as she concentrated. With a flick of her fingers, the man’s towel flew from his hand and wrapped around his neck. The ends twisted until his face reddened. Veins pulsated in his temples.

Polly stepped closer. The top of her head came to the center of his chest, making him at least six-eight. She poked him in the ribs. “It’s because of you stuck-up assholes the shelters can’t save all the animals they want. I’m trying to do something good here. I’m so sick of arrogant jerkoffs smashing doors in my face. You’re going to buy something.” She shoved the catalog under his nose.

The power of Big Sexy’s will pulled on her control, but she maintained it. The key was keeping the intention. His burgundy face and bugged eyes showed the force he used to fight her influence. And she intended to bend him until he spent money. Instead, he ripped the catalog from her hands.

He glared at her. Polly didn’t break their eye contact. This wasn’t about the puppies anymore. This was personal. She balled her hands into fists and fixed her will on that towel staying around his throat. Big Sexy gripped the fabric and tried to pull it away again, but she kept it there. Her nails dug into her palms as he fought her until he gained the upper hand.

He pulled the towel far enough away from his neck and he whispered, “Ab angelis, mando vobis daemonia ire in gehennam.” By the angels, I command you demon, go back to hell.

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When Drake rescues Savanna from certain death, it stirs his dragon side. He tries to get past it, but even after he brings her to the mainland, she won’t leave his thoughts. Without a phone, he goes to Wyeth to get the help Savanna needs.There’s something about Savanna, Wyeth can’t shake.

When both men converge at Savanna’s, anarchy ensues. Savanna is Drake’s only hope of returning home to another world filled with magic and dragons. Neither she nor Wyeth want to believe it until they see Drake’s true face. Savanna’s falling deeply in love and can’t let either one go. With the coming storm threatening to rip them apart, the dragon has fully awoken within Drake. It won’t leave Savanna behind even if it has to go through Wyeth to get her.

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Wyeth got up and Drake approached her as well. He held up his hand and shook his head. Drake stopped and flashed him a confused look, but sank into the chair next to the fireplace. He knelt before Savanna and peeled her hands away from her face. Her cheeks were streaked with tears. It broke his heart. This woman shouldn’t be put through such drastic emotions. She shouldn’t be torn asunder, and this whole situation was doing exactly that. It was pulling them all apart from the inside out.

“Savanna, those are all valid concerns. I can’t say I haven’t jumped into bed with women after first meeting them. Drake, well, he’s been around for a while, so I’m sure he’s done some things too. This thing is between us. It doesn’t mean you have to abandon your reason. The longer we’re together like this, the stronger this desire is going to grow. Tell me you don’t desire me or Drake. If you don’t, I’ll leave you alone. I’ll bring you home, but you have to tell me what you want. You have to give an answer from your heart. Do you want me? Do you want Drake? Can you give yourself up for one night? One night that might change your life?” He kissed the back of her hands the way he had done before. Touching her skin lessened his anxiety.

“I-Yes.” Wyeth lifted her chin so that he saw she fought everything that happened. For the first time, he looked at it from her point of view. Here were these two attractive men coming on to her and telling her they wanted to ravage her. Most of her relationships must have been on different terms because of her weight. She wasn’t a perfect woman, and maybe the right man had never told her she was beautiful. He didn’t think she had been treated badly, but her heart had been broken. And she didn’t want to have that happen all over again.

“We’re not going to let anything happen to you.” He motioned for Drake to join them.

“Wyeth’s right. We would never let anything happen to you. The first instinct for a dragonkin mate is that you are happy, safe, and protected. All I…we want for you is to make sure you are satisfied. You can trust us. Feel the link between the three of us and know that what I say is true. I’d never hurt you.”

“I know…” she whispered.

“Wyeth would never hurt you, either.”

“I know that, too.”

“Then trust us,” Wyeth trailed his fingers down her cheeks, wiping away the tears. She sniffled and smiled. He saw the trust returning to her eyes.

“Do you want us?” Drake asked.

“Only if I have your assurance I’m not going to be pulling you apart from one another. I can’t do that again, what happened outside. I can’t deal with this fury you both feel. I can’t keep channeling this fire.”

“I can’t promise that I won’t get jealous, because I don’t know if sharing you is something that I can deal with. The most important thing is keeping you happy and safe. We will work it out. Do you believe me?” Drake asked her.

“Yes.” A smile slipped across her features. He sensed her acceptance. Jubilation bubbled up inside of him. He kissed her lightly and felt her respond as she pressed against him. Her lips were sweet and his entire body sung out for her. “You know I never got a chance to bring you dessert. What do you say?”

“That I shouldn’t because it will go right to my hips.”

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Beth Rivers has spent five years in an emotional cocoon from the death of her husband. One night she discovers an intruder on her land and shoots him. After bringing him back to her house, she realizes the wound has healed. Desire blossoms inside her for him. There’s something about him she can’t resist.

However, Travis wasn’t the only thing that awoke that night. Something darker was released also and its eyes are set on Beth. They must either face this nightmarish creature or be consumed by it.

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The shower curtain slid out of the way. She glanced up. Travis stood before her. Dried blood decorated his face and chest. His jeans were soaked with it and ruined. She couldn’t help the bolt of horror that pierced her heart. She scooted toward the back wall. A low growl spilled from his lips as he reached out to her. “I won’t hurt you, Beth.” “Is that what you told the four people you’ve killed? I heard it on the police scanner. Old habit from my husband.” She didn’t look at him.

Travis sighed. The curtain closed, but after a moment, it reopened again. Beth wondered if he was going to do it now. She glanced up. Travis stood naked before her. Heat raced through her body. She tried to deny her feelings for him, but she couldn’t. Something between them overrode the crippling fear. Her entire being wanted him. The water from the jets blasted around her and onto him, turning the water crimson. He knelt down again.

“I don’t plan on killing you, Beth. I don’t plan on killing anyone else.”

“I suppose you had some great epiphany after I left.”

He laughed. “I did actually. I remembered who I was. Elizabeth wouldn’t want me to behave this way. She would want me to forget all about that. I can’t help what I am. I don’t even know exactly what roused me from my slumber. I should be dead, bones and dust, but I’ve been given another chance with you. I have a hunger that must be satisfied. I’m trying to learn to balance that. In my life, I was a doctor. I tried to heal all those I—”

Beth heard his words, but placed a hand over his mouth to quiet him. His lips were too sensuous forming around the words. Her lips replaced her hand and she captured him. The water poured over the two of them and all she could think of was how his cock would feel plunging inside of her. At that moment, it didn’t matter what he had done. Her mind pushed it all aside and she focused on the primal link and raw heat.

He pulled away and worked down her throat. Each nip of his teeth, she let him take her deeper under his spell. His fingers scraped along her back. His fangs grazed her flesh. There was no use fighting the connection. Maybe on the inside, she truly was his wife reborn. She arched her neck, waiting for him to strike, but the pain never came. Instead, he cleared the water from her eyes and looked into them. His blue eyes smoldered with lust. There was no hunger.

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Dragons and spellcasters mate for life. The connections they form are beyond the physical. Kestrel had such a bond and lost it. For five hundred years, she had been alone. Then she meets Andrik, the dark, brooding prince. Drawn to him like no other, she isn’t sure how he will react if she confides in him about her sordid history.

Andrik feels the same pull toward Kestrel, but can’t reconcile his past. Torn between his duties and his feelings, he defies the king to tell her the truth. Together they embark on a harrowing quest to save the kingdom and themselves.

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“Good, you’re awake. Now you can explain why you were after the hatchling.” He pulled his dagger from his belt.

Kestrel saw the hate in his eyes and drew back on the bed. The move sent sharp pains through her stomach. She winced, doubled over, and bit her tongue to keep from moaning. Tears came to her eyes from the jolts in her abdomen.

“We need to do this later. She’s just woken up.” Ralag spoke to the other man.

“Like hell. We do this now! You know the punishment for abducting a hatchling. There are no exceptions. She’s only faking it anyway.”

“Will you listen? She is not like those lowlife thieves. She’s different.”

Kestrel lifted her head to see the other man step toward her. Ralag placed a hand on his arm. A sharp stab went through her. She drew in a breath and tried to call upon her power, but it wasn’t responding. He reached for her, and when he touched her, the power flared to life. It raced through her blood and warmed her skin. At once, he pulled his hand away and winced. His eyes widened, and for a brief moment, she thought he looked at her as though he knew her.

“What the scales was that?” Ralag said.

The other man scowled and shook his head. His murderous expression returned. “It doesn’t matter. You’re coming with me. The king will want to see you.”

The other man grabbed for her again. Kestrel threw a ball of fire at her aggressor. She missed on purpose, only singing his arm.

A devilish smile appeared on his lips. “Spellcaster, magic fire has no effect on me. You will be brought to justice.”

Kestrel formed another ball and held it. “This isn’t magic fire. This is dragon fire. One ball will burn a hole right through you. The first shot was a warning. Now back off.”

He stepped toward her again. “No human can wield dragon fire for long. You’ll burn out in a minute or two.”

Some of her strength returned. Tapping into her dragon side was helping her recover. “You want to really test that theory?” The ball bounced in her hand. She ignited a flame in her other hand and played it over her fingers.

A look of awe swept across his face and then died away. “Ralag, how is she doing that? Unless you stole that power, too.”

She glanced at the older man. He was the first person to be nice to her in a long time. He clicked his long nails on his cane. “I’ll be damned. Her ability wasn’t stolen, Andrik. It was given to her. Child, extinguish your flames. By my word, you will not be harmed.”

She looked between the both of them. Ralag was sincere in his words. Kestrel calmed her mind and pulled the power back. When she did, she felt that little bit of Cas wrap around her and comfort her.

“Fine.”

“You can’t give your word—”

Ralag turned and faced Andrik. He drew himself up, and the power Kestrel felt from him was overpowering. “You’re forgetting to whom you’re speaking, hatchling. You will do as you’re told on this.”

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Amanda moved to Ravensfield for a fresh start, but before that can happen she needs a handyman to fix a few things around the house. While searching for one in town, she falls victim to a town conspiracy. Someone is out to get her and the members of the town council. But that isn’t the only thing. The town’s residents aren’t what they seem even.

With everyone being a suspect, Amanda isn’t sure who to trust. Although, Simon, the handyman does have a nice ass. He helps her out in a pinch. When she thought she might be safe, everything turns on its head and Amanda doesn’t know who to turn to. The danger grows the death toll rises. If the killer isn’t found soon, then she might be next.

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The light she parked under sputtered in and out. Amanda set her bag and her purse in the passenger seat. An older red Ford pickup pulled up beside her. The brakes squealed as it stopped. Amanda winced from the ear splitting sound echoing off the surrounding buildings. The door opened and the driver got out. At the same time, a searing pain hit her shoulder. A large pop sounded in the parking lot. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw red blossoming on the right shoulder of her T-shirt.

“Shit.” She clutched the edge of her truck as her knees buckled.

“Whoa! I got you.” A man grabbed her arm. She looked up into dark brown eyes and a bright smile.

“What just happened?”

“Someone shot at you.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know why.”

“I need a doctor.”

“It doesn’t look too bad. I think the bullet grazed you. There isn’t a doctor around here, but I can stitch it up for you.”

No doctor. A wise-ass for a shopkeeper and now I’m getting shot at. “Isn’t it convenient you showed up right when this happened? Where are the cops? Why would someone be shooting at me?”

“You’re in shock. Come on. Let me help you. I’ll make sure the locals know about this if someone hasn’t called it in already. Howard, the sheriff, will take a bit to get down here. He lives on the other side of the town. I’ll tell Guss to call him and send him my way if you want me to look at that for you. I—”

The glass in her passenger window exploded. Amanda jumped. “Fine. Going with you is better than being shot at. What the fuck? Who would be insane enough to—?”

Another bullet skimmed off her savior’s roof closer to him this time.

“Get in.”

“My purse.”

He rolled his eyes and grabbed her purse. “Here, don’t worry about the other stuff.” Another bullet pinged off his hood. “Time to go.” Amanda moved around his truck and climbed into his passenger seat. He leaned over her and pulled out a bunch of napkins from the glove box. “Put these on your shoulder to help with the bleeding. Constant pressure.” He started the truck and peeled out. He kept his gaze on the road and one hand on the wheel. Her savior stuck his free hand out. “Simon.”

“Amanda.” She looked at his hand while she pressed the wad to her shoulder.

“Right.” He put his hand back on the wheel. “Amanda, nice to meet you. What brings you to our quaint little town?”

“Long story. I wouldn’t call it quaint.”

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Just when Margaret thought it was safe to get back into the dating game, she meets Cole. Sexy as hell with a magnetism she can’t fight, Margaret gives in to temptation and spends the night with him. It’s when she wakes up that her whole world is turned upside down.

When Kevin discovers his sister, Gail, has been harmed, he rushes to her aid and finds her friend, Margaret, has also suffered the same fate as his sister. His inner tiger yearns to claim Margaret as his own, but also to defend his sister from the man who marked her for a tiger. Cole is their combined enemy and soon the claws will come out and the fur will fly.

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Kevin sat next to me. He took my hands in his. They were burning up. It felt like he had a fever, but his palms were sweaty. Cole had felt the same way. His body temperature was also elevated when he touched me. “There’s no need to be afraid.”

“What’s happening to me?”

He searched my eyes, but said nothing. He leaned in closer to me. My nostrils flared at the masculine scent he gave off, musk and something else I didn’t know the name for. I pulled in a breath through my mouth, and the aroma was heavy. It rested on my tongue before evaporating. The smell had a sweet texture that was hard to describe. Kevin released one of my hands and ran his knuckles down my cheek. I nuzzled it. His skin was silky. I inhaled again. The sweetness was on his hand. My tongue licked his palm. There was a trace of honey on his skin. I grabbed his wrist and began licking the inside of his palm, tasting the sweetness on his skin. The more I licked, the more I tasted. Whatever it was, it was part of him.

A deep groan rumbled from Kevin’s chest. His whole body shook. “You need to stop doing that.” Desire laced his voice.

Heat surged through me. The fear fell away. Whatever was happening to me didn’t matter. My instincts told me the transformation in my body was normal. There was nothing for me to fear. I gave him a devilish smile. I pushed him down against the arm of the couch. I lifted the robe and straddled him. “Why do I need to stop?” Leaning over, I ran my tongue along the line of his throat. His cock pressed hard against the seam of his jeans, straining to free itself. All he had to do was unzip and whip it out, and he’d have access to my already wet pussy. The sweet taste was even stronger along his neck. I nipped lightly, wanting to consume all of him. He tasted so much better than Cole. Why the hell am I thinking about him? He has nothing to do with this.

“You need to stop because the cop is right outside the door.”

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Evil has finally manifested at the Devil’s Tavern. Each pair feels the pull toward the dark place and must heed its call.

Emera and Keenan arrive from The Denizen. Nathan and Josephine stop prowling the night and heed the call. Bruno and his mate Serena rumble to the tavern to fight the evil. The last to arrive are Valerie and James. Together, they must overcome their differences.

While they try to work as one, the evil entices them. All succumb to the darkness but in the end, the light will always prevail.

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At that moment, the door frame jingled. They both glanced over and saw Van stumble in. Emera assumed the female persona of her angelic handler would come back, but instead he was just a man. He was dressed in what used to be a white suit. Now it was torn and stained. The pants were shredded. His left eye was blackened and swollen shut. Three long scratches marred his cheek, and large gashes adorned his arms and went across his chest. Large fingerprint bruises decorated his neck. His lips were cracked and bleeding. She’d never seen an angel in this state before. Normally angels healed almost instantly when they were attacked. She and Keenan exchanged concerned looks and led the angel over to a chair.

“What happened?” Emera asked.

Keenan handed Van a glass of water, which the angel gratefully took and swallowed. “I was ambushed.”

Emera snapped her fingers. A cloth and a bowl of water appeared. She began dabbing at his wounds with the damp cloth. What in the world could have done this to him? How could he have been overpowered? He’s an angel. Even the lowest angel is able to banish a demon, no matter how powerful it is. It might not last long, but it allows the angel to get away. Unless the angel agrees to be in the presence of the demon. What is going on? “By what, a hellhound?”

“It’s nothing. I’ll be fine.”

“It’s not nothing. What happened to you?” Keenan inquired. Emera saw a flash of worry cross her lover’s face. Van tried to get up, but was unable to. Angels weren’t this vulnerable. It took a lot to hurt them this bad. “We don’t have time to question what’s wrong with me. We have to go.”

“Go where? You’re in no condition to go anywhere,” Emera argued.

Vangelis reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a manila card with red script on it. Emera grabbed it. It was identical to the ones she had been getting in the mail when Sebastian was still alive. Her gaze skimmed the address written on the invitation:

Devil’s Tavern
369 Two Forks Rd., Tumbleweed, NV

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Ramos had never listened to the drums before until Alisa crossed his path. Nor did he cross the path of the demon who he shared his town with. However, when Alisa came to help her sister, something about her drew him. He had to keep her safe even though the demon had first claim.

Alisa just wanted to help her sister fix up the new house she bought. With the townspeople acting weirder and her sister going a bit whacky, Alisa turns to the only man who can help her. Ramos.

Together they face the darkness in the town. When the drums start, Alisa is drawn to them to learn how she is the key to defeating the demon even if it means her soul.

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“Hey Bub, you really think this place is okay? It gives me the creeps.” The one with the ball cap asked.
“Hush. I told you there’s nothing to worry about. You losing your nerve? I thought you wanted to make some money.”
“I do, but…you’ve heard the same stories about these woods we all did growing up. Something dark lives within them. Can’t you feel it?” The firelight flickered off his face. The tightened features and his weary eyes showed his scared expression. He shifted back and forth on his feet.
Ramos chuckled. You have no idea what lurks in the dark. His fangs descended. This time he didn’t will them back into his mouth. The lust for blood came upon him, but he didn’t want to spook the prey yet. At least not show them his true face.
“Idiot. Those are folktales the old biddies tell us to keep us from going out in the woods at night. ‘Oh look, there’s the Mothman. He’s going to take you away with him. Over there is the Swamp Ape. He’s going to eat you. The mountain lights are the souls of dead warriors seeking revenge on those whose took their land.’ It’s all a bunch of malarkey. There is nothing to fear in the night. You got your rifle. I’ve got mine. The only thing in these woods are cougars and bears. We got them covered.”
His kicked at a pine cone at his feet. “I guess.”
“Gentlemen, do you have a permit to be on this land?” Ramos stepped closer to the fire, but remained in the shadows so they couldn’t see his face.
Both men jumped from his presence. Bub grabbed his rifle and aimed it at him. His companion remained calmed. “Sure do.”
“Great. Can I see it?”
“Well, I’m not sure if I have it on me.”
Ramos crossed his arms over his chest. “If you don’t have a permit, you have permission from the land owner, I presume.”
“Not exactly.”
“Then I suggest you collect your still and the rest of your things and get out.”
“Look, Mister, I’m not sure what you’re doing here the middle of the night, but—”
“Time for talk is over. You had your warning.” Ramos lunged at the one talking to him. A gunshot went off. It split the silence of the night and nearly deafened him. A stab of pain pierced Ramos’ shoulder, but it didn’t stop him. He landed on top of the man who thought he had the authority to be on his land. Ramos sunk his fangs deep into his throat, tearing a couple of gouges. The blood helped revive him. The throbbing in his shoulder passed as threw the depleted corpse to the ground.

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Kaylynn has photographed thousands of people all over the world. However, the one man she desires wants nothing to do with her. Elijah took Kaylynn in when she was a teenager, rescuing her from an insane preacher who wanted her for his own evil purposes.

Over the years, Kaylynn wants nothing more than to feel Elijah’s dark kiss. He wishes to keep her safe. In order to do that, he sends her away until an old evil resurfaces. Together, they have to confront the crazed reverend…and something else.

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In the doorway of the den, I noticed Elijah bent over his writing desk. Papers were scattered all over it. It was the one place he was messy, when everything else must be pristine. The desk was old, with a rolling top and enough drawers to hide anything in. Books lined the walls, and above the mantle was a gilded mirror, which reflected the sunlight. However, for Elijah and Simone, it reflected the cool moonlight. His white blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail.

“Come in,” he said without looking up.

The boards creaked when I walked forward. His adept hands moved rapidly over the image he sketched. Elijah was an accomplished artist who could paint, draw, sculpt, and take photographs. When it came to the written word, he relied on others, and was a lover of Poe because the author was so morbid. I had once asked him if he had ever met the writer, and he just laughed and told me he was more interested in other things in that era than a drunken man who was composing poetry.

My eyes scanned the shelves. There were certain ones dedicated to books, but mostly the shelves all had different themes for different art types. There was a Native American pottery shelf, another with nothing but old tintypes. One of my favorites was of Simone dressed as a saloon girl. She always laughed when she told me stories; unlike Elijah, she was never hesitant to talk about the past and what she had done.

“Elijah.” He continued sketching. I hoped he would stop and acknowledge me, but he kept on going. I sighed and bit my lip. Nervous tension built in the air. Swallowing a few times, I noticed my hands were shaking, and so was the tin of pencils he had on his desk.

“What is it?” he asked. His fingers held the can. I took in a deep breath and tried to steady myself. It worked some, and I got a handle on my power.

“I’m leaving.”

“What do you want me to say?”

My heart fell. What did I want him to say? I wanted him to rant, rave, and beg me to stay. I wanted him to take me in his arms and tell me anything to convince me he couldn’t live his life without me. “I was hoping for goodbye,” I whispered.

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