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Here’s a bit of hotness in honor of the new site design.

Yum!

Coming 6/22/12!

Seth Cooper has one reason—and one reason only—for attending the Highland games each year… Men in kilts for as far as his eyes can see. This year, just like the all the others, he’s on the prowl, hunting for a hottie in plaid to “get to know” better. Intimately better. Horizontally or vertically, it doesn’t matter which, he’s not at all picky. Lucky for him, he finds his hunk-o-the-day the second he arrives, and as for the icing on the cake, the guy’s an honest-to-goodness Highlander. The only question is… Will Seth manage to hang on to the kilt-clad man, or will the end of the day find him heading home alone?

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Celia Kyle would like to rule the world and become a ninja. As a fall-back, she’s working on her writing career and giving readers stories that touch their hearts and *ahem* other places.

Check out the home page on her site for her newest releases: http://celiakyle.com

*Coming Soon*

Being a cat isn’t easy. Neither is being a wolf. Being both is damn near impossible, but Christian does his best to cope. Life isn’t made any easier due to the fact that his inner feline is a Rag Doll, and goes limp at the lightest touch.

An innocent night on the town gone awry has Christian on the wrong side of a sexually charged mob of men. Taking some much needed time to lick his wounds, he heads straight to Greer, North Carolina. A sanctuary for shape shifters and the like. He’s welcomed with open arms by the townspeople and with open doors by two of the hottest and sweetest men Christian has ever met. Problem is they’ve already got each other, so why would they need him?

Jarek and Ethan can’t wait to show their new guest exactly why their duo should become a trio. The sooner the better. The question is… Will the evil that’s stalking Christian end the threesome’s chance at a relationship before it even has a chance to begin?

Pages: 87 ~ Words: 20622

Author’s Note: If you enjoyed the fun in Greer, North Carolina, be sure to check out the happenings in nearby Ridgeville, in the Ridgeville series.

Publisher’s Note: This title has been previously released with another publisher.

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The town didn’t look as he’d expected. It had a small-town feel with the corner store, small pharmacy and postage-stamp grocery store. The ice cream shop still boasted the retro colors of the 1950s, and Christian felt the tension begin to ease. Homey. The whole gigantic town was a throwback to times of old and everyone seemed content. Driving down Main Street, people stopped and stared, that was expected. But some smiled and waved or nodded to say hello as well. So different from what he was used to.

Christian checked the locks on his Volkswagen Beetle for the hundredth time. Habit, since… People seemed nice enough, but he’d been wrong before. He didn’t want to risk being wrong again. Never. Again.

At the end of Main Street, just before the Town Hall, Christian made a quick left, quick right and quick right again until he was behind the hall and parked in front of a grand old house. The design was reminiscent of an old plantation, Gone-With-the-Wind style. Big and white with pillars from the ground to the second floor. In a word, gorgeous… and intimidating.

Christian checked the address again and sighed. Yup, he was in the right place.

Damn.

With leaden steps, he trudged toward the imposing home. Could it even be called a home? Mansion, maybe.

Before he could ring the bell, the door swung open and Christian suddenly realized he was staring at a goddess. With her long light-brown hair, glowing purple eyes, slightly pointed ears and curvaceous figure, he figured gay or not, Christian was quite nearly in love.

“Ms. Finlay?” His voice cracked for the first time since puberty struck.

She smiled and the gesture lit up her face to the point that he contemplated switching teams if only to share in her joy, her innate happiness.

“Nydia, please.” She held out her hand, and Christian stared at the ground. He hadn’t touched another being since the incident two months ago. He still hadn’t worked up the nerve, woman or not. She took back her hand, her smile faltering a bit.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that…” How to tell a complete stranger?

She waved away his explanation. “My fault. I forgot. I read your application, but your species escaped me for a moment. Mustn’t be too careless, little one.” She held the door open for him, gesturing him into the mansion, a renewed smile on her face.

Quiet enveloped them within the home; not a sound could be heard from outside, and he frowned. He noticed a few open windows as they navigated the stately house, yet not a peep seemed to come through the walls.

Nydia leaned down to him and whispered, “It’s a spell, but don’t tell anyone. Mrs. Hennessey put it in place for when I have visitors. But if everyone knew, they’d be knocking down her door day and night. She may be blind as her bat, but she’s amazing with spells.” And then she giggled, dancing down the hallway, and Christian had no choice but to follow in awe.

Nydia Finlay, matriarch of Greer, North Carolina, curvaceous fairy thrown from her court, had just giggled and skipped down the hall. Giggled! Skipped!

Christian didn’t know what to think, but he knew that this was about to be an interview like no other. He followed through the house, increasing his pace so as to keep her wiggling backside in sight. She finally ducked into a room and he bolted after her. The Fae could be tricksters and he really didn’t want to get lost in the behemoth of a house.

The room appeared to be her office, papers and books stacked high on the desk, bookshelves. Heck, every flat surface held books and papers of one sort or another. Apparently the matriarch wasn’t much for organization.

“Christian, sit, sit. Would you like some tea?”

He shook his head. He just wanted to get on with it all, finish the interview and hopefully get approval to move to Greer. He figured that at least he was strange enough. Or extraordinary, as Nydia tended to call it in the city’s promotional pamphlets.

“Very well. I won’t keep you long. Tell me what you plan on doing with yourself here in Greer.”

Christian cleared his throat and suddenly wished for that cup of tea she’d offered. “I run my own web design and hosting company, Were Web Design.”

She nodded and perked up, leaning forward in her chair. “Websites?” He nodded. “Perfect! Your first job is to develop a website for Greer. And I’m sure the businesses here in town would love some of their own.” She smiled widely. “There, we have your occupation settled. Now, let’s find you a home, shall we?” Nydia looked around and smiled before digging through a stack of papers. “Here it is, a listing of available homes.”

“Oh, I don’t know if a home is what I’m looking for, nothing big. It’s just me and I’d prefer something small, if that’s all right?”

She looked at him a moment as if digging through his very soul, a thoughtful expression on her face, eyebrows slightly furrowed. “Small?” He nodded. “Very well. There’s a two-bedroom apartment above Sensual Were. Of course, there’s also one open across the street at Sensual Witch. Those guys are constantly going at it, but it’s all good-natured fun. With Greer’s population, there’s plenty of business for everyone.” The blinding smile returned. “Which do you prefer?”

Christian nibbled his lip.

“Christian, nothing will happen to you here. Whatever you’re worried about is punishable by death. I swear it on my honor, you’re protected and safe here.”

He nodded. “Okay. I’ve heard the same, but… Old wounds.”

“Are deep and heal slowly,” she agreed.

“I’ll take the one above Sensual Were. I—I’ll feel more comfortable around others. Maybe get over my touching problems.” The corner of his mouth kicked up in a half smile.

“Perfect! Let’s go get you settled then.”

Meg is a lioness on the run. After being used and semi-abused by her pride for more years than she cares to count, she’s leaving the pride life behind and heading to Greer, North Carolina. A new life, a new home awaits her there, and she can’t wait to begin anew and settle down to make little lions of her own. Only, the one man who qualifies for the job also has a tiny little problem. He’s a man-slut.

Jacob loves his slutastic behavior and wouldn’t have it any other way. Men, women, either, both, they all do it for him. Until he meets a certain curvaceous lioness who changes the rules and makes his bear want something it has never wanted before…a mate.

Pages: 68 ~ Words: 15625

Author’s Note: If you enjoyed the fun in Greer, North Carolina, be sure to check out the happenings in nearby Ridgeville, in the Ridgeville series.

Publisher’s Note: This title has been previously released with another publisher.

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Sex had become a chore. Maybe not a chore, but it wasn’t something Meg looked forward to either. She had her choice of males, three to be exact, though the eldest of the lions was able to overrule her if he desired. And then there was the fact that the three men she could choose from also serviced her sisters. And cousins. And aunts. Oh, there were a couple of women in the pride who’d migrated from other groups as part of a “lioness exchange” in order to ensure there was no in-breeding. But the fact remained. The dick that entered her had probably been inside one of her family members. Recently.

Ick. Ew. Gross.

“Margaret!” Great. Her Aunt Nia. “Margaret! It’s your turn, dear heart.” Meg sighed and brought her legs closer to her chest and rested her forearms on her knees, her chin then settling on her forearms. She stared across the street, watching the pigeons flutter and fly around the fountain, pecking at the seeds dropped by the old man who lived down the street. How she envied the birds. Their monogamous nature meant that they’d only mate with each other as long as they lived. She longed for the same treatment, regardless of how odd it made her.

Pride ladies did not object to sharing. They bore the children they were gifted with gladly, and then surrendered them to another pride or they joined the ranks. A lioness definitely didn’t look outside the pride for sex. Ever. A lioness gave birth to lion cubs.

Period. End of story.

Her feelings didn’t matter. They never mattered.

“Margare—Oh! There you are.”

Meg tore her thoughts away from her heart’s desire and plastered a smile on her face before turning her attention to Nia. “Hey, Aunt Nia.” Her aunt harrumphed. “I’ve been calling for you, Miss Margaret. It’s your day and Lincoln has a mid-afternoon meeting. Marcus has a dinner date with some woman he’s thinking of bringing into the pride, and Nicholas wants to do his morning run. They’d like you to come in and make your choice so they can get on with their day.” Her choice. Right. She held back her snort of contempt. Barely. Out of the three of them, Meg preferred Nicky, but she knew he wasn’t attracted to her plus-sized frame.

“Lincoln please.”

He’d be a wham, bam, please don’t get your juices on my Armani man. She could always count on him to be no-nonsense about the mating. It was a job to him, just like running Lion Inc, the pride’s investment firm. Hell, one time he hadn’t even ended his phone call and had just taken her across his desk without breaking his concentration on the call or sounding out of breath. That took talent… and indifference.

Tears burned Meg’s eyes and she blinked them away. No sense in wallowing in her sorrow. She’d done enough of that since waking.

Her aunt stroked her head, her fingers sifting through her hair just as her mother had done before leaving her for another pride. “Oh, Margaret, I know this is hard on you, but the men work hard to care for us all. It’s for the good of the pride. And your gift will only strengthen us.”

Her gift? How about her ra—No, it wasn’t like that. She went almost willingly.

Almost. “I know, Aunt Nia, I know. Let Linc know that I’ll be in shortly and we can dispense with the mating. He should make his meeting without a problem.” Her aunt patted the top of her head like a person would pet their loyal dog. Good girl, Megsy. Who’s a good girl? That’s right, Megsy’s a good girl. Then they’d toss a Frisbee and she’d trot off after the toy. Just like a good, obedient little puppy. Or lioness. Do as you’re told, Margaret. For the good of the pride, Margaret. Your will is secondary to that of the pride.

“Good girl.”

Meg pulled away from her aunt’s touch and returned her chin to her forearms.

Her aunt cleared her throat. “I know this is hard…”

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll do my duty.”

“Very well, then. I’ll go let the men know of your choice.” Meg listened to her aunt’s feet padding across the dried leaves and twigs, the dead foliage cracking and creaking with her every step. Deep down, Meg’s lioness stirred.

Hunt game? it wondered.

No. It’s Nia. We’ll have Lincoln to contend with shortly.

Her lioness growled and snarled.

Yeah, she felt the same way. Regardless of how impersonal she wanted these encounters to be, she truly longed for the love that was supposed to accompany coupling.

As cliché as it sounded, she wanted her one true love to actually make love with her.

Daily, hourly… forever.

Meg rolled to her feet and followed in her aunt’s footsteps. Except, regardless of her larger size, she navigated the yard on silent feet. Something no one in her pride was able to do. Quiet as a mouse wasn’t just a saying for Meg, it was life. Like a true lion, she could creep and crawl and not make a sound.

She walked to the front door, her head held high. Just because she wasn’t looking forward to the next few minutes didn’t mean she had to be as meek as a mouse. She was a lioness of the Atlanta pride.

Lincoln was waiting for her. “Margaret. I’ve been waiting.” He glanced at his watch.

“Let’s get this finished, shall we? The office called and they want to move up the meeting.” His phone rang. “Hello?” He held out his arm, gesturing for her to precede him.

She didn’t say a word. She couldn’t. Tears stung her eyes, gathering on her lower lashes. Meg couldn’t blink them away this time, so she wiped the back of her hand across her eyes and prayed that Linc was too involved with his call to notice.

Gina’s got a problem. Okay, she doesn’t think it’s a problem, but the pride that kicked her to the curb sure does. In fact, she feels purrfect in every way. With curves in all the right places and an attitude that just won’t quit, Gina’s got it all. And then some. Now about her tail… In her mind, it’s just an added bonus. But in the minds of the various prides, her ability to only grow a tail proves to them that she’s not were enough, whereas she’s just a bit too kitty to be considered human. Good thing she’s found two men who can’t get enough of each other, her, and her tail.

“Piece of Tail” contains scenes of tail friskiness, man-on-man loving, and has its share of funny dog jokes.

Pages: 105 ~ Words: 27071

Publisher’s Note: This title has been previously released with another publisher as part of an anthology under the title, “Half-Were House.” 

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This was totally against the handbook. One hundred percent. Maybe not in so many words, but Patrick was sure fucking his lover in his office probably wasn’t the best idea in the world. Anyone else and they’d be gone in a heartbeat. Damn, it was good to be on top. In more ways than one.

“Patrick.” Daniel snapped. “Are you even listening to me?”

Patrick pulled his mind from his fantasies and focused on his lover, and business partner, Daniel. “Of course I am and of course, I disagree.” He smiled at Daniel’s growl.

“She won’t go for it.” Daniel swallowed hard and Patrick imagined licking his way up his lover’s throat. “Why would she?”

Damn, but his boyfriend could be as insecure as a woman at times. With a sigh, he levered himself from his comfortable position on the couch and strode to Daniel, wrapping him in his embrace. “Because she wants you… us.” He squeezed the other man’s shoulders. “She watches us, Daniel. You aren’t in the office as much, but I swear, she watches our every movement as if she were a starving snow leopard and we are walking, talking steaks.”

Daniel looked at him, eyebrows scrunched, nose wrinkled. And Patrick couldn’t resist the man any longer. He brushed his lips across Daniel’s, inhaling his lover’s scent and relishing the musk of his skin. Daniel opened for him with a moan and turned in Patrick’s arms, pulling their bodies together chest to chest. In less than a second, Patrick’s cock went from interested to rock hard and, not for the first time today, he imagined bending Daniel over his desk and taking his lover from behind.

Patrick released his hold on Daniel’s shoulders and shifted his grip to his lover’s hips. He dug his fingers into the other man’s cloth-covered skin, pulling and pressing their bodies together, gaining the friction he craved. He rocked his hips, grinding his erection against his lover’s and smiled against Daniel’s mouth when he moaned.

His dick ached and throbbed in time with his heartbeat, pulsing and thrumming a mile a minute while their tongues dueled for dominance. Patrick moaned and pressed harder when Daniel fisted his hair forcing him to relinquish the man’s mouth while the tiny sting went straight to his cock.

“Patrick.” His lover growled, forcing his name through clenched teeth.

Patrick leaned forward, stealing another nip at those tempting lips. “She does, Daniel. You want her. I want her. As fucked up as it sounds, I think she wants us as well.” He couldn’t resist, he ground his cock against Daniel’s, eyes closed and panting as his body trembled.

Daniel’s head fell forward to rest on his shoulder and the other man sighed. Patrick resisted the urge to shout in triumph, knowing he’d won. “I don’t…” His normally straightforward lover paused and Patrick hugged the man’s shoulders once again.

“It’ll work, D. I swear it. She’s so…” It was his turn to sigh. “Gina is the epitome of everything we’ve ever wanted in a woman. You know it. I know it. Why can’t we just see how she feels?”

Daniel raised his head from Patrick’s shoulder and he brushed his thumb over the man’s cheek. “I barely know her, Patrick. She barely knows me. How can you think that…”

Patrick cut him off with a quick, bruising kiss. “We’ll just fix that right now, won’t we?”

Daniel sputtered and protested, but Patrick ignored his bluster. The man was hard as a fucking rock, harder than he’d probably been in years and no amount of arguing was going to deter him now. Daniel wanted a relationship with Gina just as much as Patrick did and nothing short of her refusal would keep him from making their duo into a trio.

Victory was within reach and he’d be damned if Daniel’s insecurities would rob them of what could be the ideal life for them. Sure, there’d be two husbands and one wife, but who was counting?

* * *

Sensing a presence behind her, Gina saved the file she’d been working on and turned to face her visitor. Strike that, visitors.

Damn her to hell and back again… The two finest pieces of non-shifty man-meat were standing at the entry to her cubicle and the only thing she could think was yum. Smart, real smart. She almost snorted, but bit her lip instead.

Her ears perked up at the low moan coming from the man standing just behind her boss. Daniel, Danny-boy as she sometimes called him in her mind. Maybe he wasn’t feeling well. Taking a closer look, she saw a fine sheen of sweat along his brow and felt bad about ogling him when he obviously wasn’t feeling hot.

“Gina,” Patrick’s deep voice yanked her attention from the boss’ boyfriend and back to the man who hired and fired. She pasted on a smile, waiting to hear what the “big guy” had to say. She hadn’t fucked up in a while… Okay, if she was honest… It’d been like, a whole week, since she’d gotten into trouble. That was truly a record for her.

Patrick glanced back at Danny-boy before he continued, tugging at his collar. Dang, the boss man was nervous. So not good.

“Gina, Daniel and I were wondering… Wondering if you’d like to have dinner with us? Maybe tonight?” She opened her mouth to respond, but shock kept the words from leaving her mouth and Patrick kept going. “Maybe tonight is too short of a notice. Friday, maybe? Daniel and I… Wait, you know Daniel, right?”

Her boss turned to his boyfriend and tugged the man forward. Poor guy looked green around the scruff and like the last place he wanted to be was in her cubicle.

Though nervous, sick and sweatiness aside, the man was truly a gorgeous hunk of fucktastic meat.

Both men, side by side, were more than her inner-kitty could stand. The base of her spine tingled, right along with her pussy, as arousal thrummed through her veins.

Life sucks… And then you get turned into a werelion…

Curvaceous, blonde bombshell Maya Josephs is looking for a little action to take her mind off of her recent break-up. Crazy werecats or not, an evening at Genesis is exactly what she needs. And when she meets the hotter than hot, super-sexy owner, Alex O’Connell, the alpha lion shifter is just the man to fit the bill for a one-night stand.

Dumped like a rotting piece of meat by her ex, Maya is on the prowl, fixin’ to do whatever it takes to get herself a piece of the gorgeous furball. Besides, what’s the harm in a girl having a little bit of fun?

Pages: 89 ~ Words: 22211

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Alex O’Connell watched the ripple of awareness ease through Genesis, his club, as each male seemingly became mindful of the newcomer, the unknown human female, in their midst. The singular woman who smelled nothing of pride or pack.

Shit, fuck, damn, and growl.

He ran a hand through his hair and willed his inner cat to calm. Unfortunately, the beast wasn’t in the mood to be denied. It’d already scented the lush woman, and was more than ready to pounce—strip her naked and slide his hard length inside her body.

How the fuck had she gained entrance?

The semiannual Gaian Moon was making an appearance tonight, so Alex had gathered his pride and willing humans, known as familiars, to converge within the confines of the club. Sex could be had, raucous noises could be made, and most of the furniture had already been cat-proofed.

Who was she, this unfamiliar female swaying her curvaceous hips amongst his felines, completely oblivious to the trouble she was about to cause?

The Gaian Moon ensured cubs would be born, and that their pride would continue to flourish. Without the celestial rising their numbers would almost certainly dwindle, and they’d likely wither and die, as true matings were extremely rare among his kind.

The humans in attendance knew what they were in for, the moment they’d become pride familiars. The pride would care for them and any offspring, for the remainder of their lives, so long as they made themselves available at the Gaian Moon gatherings, and helped the pride when called upon. Giving birth to cubs only ensured that pride protection and support would be everlasting.

There were several true matings in their pride, but those couples remained at home to make little cubs of their own, while the others romped their way through Genesis.

The female in the tight, cleavage-revealing red dress, though, was not a familiar. Alex knew this, because he was the prime, damn it.

Shit, fuck, damn, and growl.

His felines were staring at her as if she was a slaughtered deer, and they hadn’t eaten for weeks. Even so, she continued to mingle, now easily fifty feet from where he stood, and yet, he could still scent her heat, single her out from amongst the gatherers. He needed to do something. Fast.

“You need to do something, Alex. And fast.” Grayson’s words cut through his thoughts, mirroring his own. “She’s not one of ours.”

“I know.” Alex barely recognized his own voice, and he paused for a moment to take stock of his body’s responses to the new arrival. His cat, normally easy to control after years of practice, was fighting Alex’s restraint, snarling and snapping at its internal cage, prowling just beneath the thin veneer of his skin. The fucker wanted out. Now.

His arms tingled, skin prickled, and he knew—without looking—that golden fur had sprouted from his forearms. The throbbing from his hands would soon reveal fuzzy fingers, and lethal, razor-sharp claws. Fuckity fuck.

“How’d she get in?” His lengthened canines made speech difficult, but not impossible.

He watched the expressions that flitted across his second’s face, where feelings of regret and remorse appeared to be dueling for supremacy. “I put Gina on the door, and she said she could’ve sworn the woman was on the list. And that her scent held your mark.”

Alex rolled his eyes, immediately refocusing his gaze on the tempting interloper. Her blonde hair practically glowed under the dim lights of the club, her pale skin a beacon his lion was more than happy to follow to the ends of the earth. “She’s still pissed at me for not mounting her during the last moon, and I’m sure she’s just itching to start some trouble.”

Grayson nodded. “I think you may be right.”

Lion wanted this stranger. No doubt about its feelings, the beast practically begged and snarled its needs to Alex. Part of him wanted to charge through the gathering, steal her away to his den. Unfortunately he couldn’t do that, not without revealing his true nature to the woman. Sure, shifters were known to the human populace, but they weren’t exactly “out and proud” about their existence. Nonchalance and some closely kept secrets had kept the shifters protected thus far, and the various clan leaders around the world wanted to keep it that way.

Alex had too much on his plate already, and he’d rather not add “calming a panicking human” to the list.

“Bring her up, Grayson. I’ll speak with her, and then send her on her way. Perhaps give her an incentive to return on another night. We can’t have her in the building once the doors are locked and the festivities have begun.”

“There’s only five minutes left, Prime.”

As if the reminder of his title within the pride wasn’t enough to pressure him, the last thing Alex needed was to be further stressed by his second’s announcement of the remaining time, damn it. His cat was more than aware of how long it needed to wait until it could mate with the fertile, willing females, and the opportunity to produce cubs of its own, true mate or not. His lion had yet to be successful, but it was more than willing to keep trying… “Then make it fast.”

*

Her friend Gina hadn’t lied. The guys in Genesis were all staring at her as if she were a big hunk of choice beef, and they hadn’t eaten for weeks. Then again, the whole semi-drooling thing could be because they were werecats. But wait, weren’t dogs the droolers?

Maya mentally shrugged. Gina, even if she did seem a little cat crazy, was fun to hang out with, and now, she was Maya’s very best, hook-me-up-with-hotness, friend.

She’d known all along that shifters lived in Ridgeville, as well as many of the surrounding towns in their wide expanse of North Carolina, so the all-cat club and semiannual orgy didn’t really surprise her much. She’d always heard that shifters were very sexual beings.

*Coming Soon*

Newly turned lioness Maya Josephs is so not good at being the prima of Ridgeville’s pride. She doesn’t give a damn about protocol or hierarchy, and the last thing she wants to do is play nice with the pretentious tigress shifter leader who’s come to pay her respects. Especially since the little bitch seems entirely too grabby with her mate, Alex, for Maya’s taste.

With new pregnancy hormones making her inner kitty extra bitchy, Maya’s not sure who she’s going to murder first: her gyno for discovering the pregnancy, her guards for following her every move (and annoying the living shit out of her), or the striped beyotch cooing over Alex.

Hmm…maybe she should just off her mate, because in her mind, he seems to be enjoying the bitch’s attention a little too much. And if Alex wants to be there to see the birth of their cubs, he needs to stop dickin’ around, and now more than ever, be at Maya’s beck and call. Though it’s quite possible she’s overreacting, it seems that being the prima does have its perks.

*Coming Soon*