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Copyright Victoria Blisse, Marie Harte, Sascha Illyvich, Jambrea Jo Jones, Aurora Rose Lynn, Jude Mason and Jenna Byrnes, 2009
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Excerpts From: Over the Moon
Enemy Red by Marie Harte
The poor bastard.
Fenris considered his twin with pity and shook his head. No matter how many times hed urged Anson to leave with him, his brother had sworn hed convince their uncletheir alphato simply let them be. Fenris knew better. Michael Barton, alpha of the Silver Clan, had a stubborn streak a mile wide. Probably why he and Fenris too often butted heads. Still, Anson should have known better than to wait it out.
Come on, come on, he silently urged, hoping no one spotted him. Hed be damned if hed agree to this mating nonsense. Finally, Anson turned and looked directly at him. Fenris motioned for his brother to join him until he saw the anger on Ansons facedirected at him.
Hell, no. Im not taking the blame for this. I warned you Uncle Mike wouldnt give in. Youre on your own, bro. Fenris shot his brother a one-finger salute and ran like hell into the woods before his uncle set the wolves on him. Hed been planning this escape for days. Since Anson refused to listen to reason, hed have to make his own way through that hellish ritual.
With a relieved sigh, Fenris released his hold on his human form and slid into the bones and sinew of a large wolf. Relishing this bid at freedom, he ran with the Wolf in the Forest--the great spirit that made life possible for his kind. Faster and lighter, he raced on all fours, scaring rabbits and squirrels from their cover amidst the thick evergreens in the forest.
Fenris ran across rich, black dirt, gnarled tree roots and the occasional poplar leaves drifting to the ground through the late summer air. Birds cawed and bees buzzed, warning him of trouble just ahead. Veering away from two bucks fighting for dominance, he settled into an easy pace to loosen his stress and simply enjoy being wolf.
In the distance, he heard booms and snarls, the sounds of sacrifice made and accepted, before the Wolf in the Forest replaced such noise with a swift and invigorating breeze. He thought of his brother with a wistful fondness. Wishing you wind-speed, Anson. For when I see you again, I have a feeling we will both of us be changed.
Trapped by Jenna Byrnes and Jude Mason
Sienna, quit it. Gareth shifted around, trying to dislodge his ladys fingers from under his arms. He was incredibly ticklish, and she loved to torment him, especially when he was trying to watch a movie she didnt particularly want to see. She liked her romance, he preferred action.
Tendrils of long, dark auburn hair slapped his face as Sienna straddled his thighs. Make me! She dug her fingers in deep, sending him into new fits of laughter.
Damn, woman, stop it before I have to paddle your ass. He grabbed her by the forearms and held her hands down. It took him a moment to catch his breath, and when he did, he leaned forward and ran his stubbly chin across her chest. The pale orange tank top didnt do a thing to protect her from his days growth of beard, and she yelped her surprise.
Ouch, Gareth, jeeze! She twisted, trying to break his hold on her and failed.
Youre not going to let me watch my movie, are you? He nipped at her breast through the thin cotton. The soft mound pressed against his face, his nose flattened, and he inhaled deeply, taking as much of her scent as he could. She smelled amazing. Woman and animal, lust and the unmistakable aroma of desire filled his nostrils.
He suddenly wanted her. Fingers tight around her arms, he pulled them high overhead, delighting in the curve of her body. He nuzzled harder against her breast, his teeth sinking into the taut nipple. Her moan urged him to the other side where he bit and chewed on its twin.
Stripped Bare by Aurora Rose Lynn
The preparations for the Festival of the Night Lord were beginning. Hidden from view behind an imposing stone pillar, Josie Hawkings observed several women getting themselves ready for the celebration. She shivered in the cool air so prevalent on the planet of Istanis. The sunlight barely filtered through the high windows set in the stone walls of the village meeting housewhich was more like an old castle, Josie thought uneasily.
Even though she was clothed in a form-fitting tunic that merely skimmed the top of her thighs and felt like a ballet dancers tutu, she felt overdressed. The women, all in their early twenties, were nude, painting each others toenails and drawing sensual patterns on their backs. The following day, as the sun settled behind the Mountain of the Elks, they would vie for the Night Lords attention. The one most pleasing to his critical eye would spend the night with him. Josie knew from overhearing the gossip between the pretty women that they wanted the lord to not only spend the night with them but also to make one of them his wife. Then they would leave behind the poverty and misery of the village and rest in comfort and luxury. The Festival of the Night Lord occurred only once every three years and, so far, none of the women had been chosen as the lords bride.
Josie drew a deep breath and watched as dispassionately as she could. The women were fresh-skinned, blushingly pretty and eager for the lord to explore their scented bodies.
Knowing she was Istanian, The Daily Galaxians editor on Earth had sent her out on this assignment, saying there was always something more than met the eye, and he wanted the full scoop behind what really went on during the Festival of the Night Lord.
Moon Shy by Victoria Blisse
His hands moulded her arse, and she couldnt believe it. Shed worked for ten months at this boring, mouldering old firm just because he did, too, and finally, she had her hands on himand he on her, come to that. He was drunk, she was drunk. It was an office party, after all.
Theyd simply been chatting over the table of nibbles when hed asked her to dance. She had accepted and enjoyed rubbing up against him while onlookers gaped at quiet little Jenny, dancing with the hottest property on the fifth floor.
When hed whispered in her ear about meeting her in his office, somewhere quiet for them to come to know one another better, shed jumped at the chance without thinking of the sadness of ten months working together and him only just knowing her name.
Theyd left the party together. The company was so broke, they were doing the typical Christmas do several weeks early and in the office itself. No one seemed to mind, though. There was plenty of free booze.
As soon as theyd reached his office, his lips had been on hers, his hands on her arse. If shed been even a drink or two more sober, she would have slapped him. But she was drunk and horny, so shed slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
As he undid the zip that slipped down her back, she loosened his tie and opened his shirt.
She was soon clad only in her sexiest bra and knickers before him, too desperate for his cock to worry about her chubby tummy or wobbling thighs. He seemed to find her attractive enough. She dropped to her knees to see to the bulge hidden under his trousers.
Dreams by Jambrea Jo Jones
David Sanders sat in the diner in the podunk town of Robinsville, ready to give up. His alpha had sent him to this rat hole of a town to find Anabella Pouge and bring her back to the pack. When Russell Masters gave an order, you followed it or risked the consequences.
Finding Anabella was like searching for a needle in a haystack. No one in town knew anything about her, and when he showed her picture, he caught a vague sense of recognition but nothing firm. He didnt know if his being a stranger factored into their response and if the town was circling the wagons to protect their own, or if they really didnt know anything about the woman.
David had been in town three days, and he knew he would have to call Russ this morning to inform him of his failure. Hed never let his alpha down before, and being the bearer of bad news left a bad taste in his mouth. Hopefully, Russ would tell him to come home, but David feared that would not be the case.
He couldnt stay in the town much longer. The urge to change to his wolf form rolled over him constantly, but David didnt want to risk transforming in this unfamiliar place. Frustration at his failure made the urge stronger, and each day he struggled more with the wolf within.
Where the hell could she be?
David waved the waitress over for a cup a coffee. He pulled his phone from his pocket to call Russ, then he caught a scent in the aira new fragrance, fresh and musky all at once. It smelled like home and set off a hunger hed never felt before. He turned, trying to locate the source of the essence.
Then he spotted her, and his body went on high alert.
Bound to Her by Sascha Illyvich
Steadying himself against the railing, Luka surveyed the room. A few paddles had fallen on the floor from the door slamming shut. A rose-coloured flogger hung from the back of it and swung back and forth.
The woman whod stormed out hadnt even bothered to apologise for what shed done or had been trying to do.
Fuck! Luka yelled. Pounding his fist on the railing in front of him, he steadied himself. The broad hed just let go hadnt been able to get him off. She wasnt his mate nor a very good submissive, either.
Too many damn bitches trying to top from the bottom.
Never try to top a wolf from the bottom. It was a dangerous thing to do, unless you wanted to be his dinner.
Worse yet, this partner was human.
Clutching a singletail with one hand, he lifted his free one to touch the gold, diamond-shaped pendant that swung against his sweat-covered chest. It hadnt so much as warmed when hed brought her into this room and stripped her.
She was hot, too. Pert tits that thrust out, long, curly hair that swayed past her ass when she tilted her head back and gave him a glance at her exposed curves. And the trail of her slender neck had made him hard.
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