[ Trick or Treat ]
[ Fey Holidays ]
by Zenobia Renquist
Publisher: Changeling Press
Genre: Erotic Urban Fantasy Romance, Halloween, Interracial, MF
Length: Novella / Short Story
The trick to love is never letting go.
A simple Halloween tradition turns into more than Vivian or Cala anticipated. They thought their wild midnight romp was a one time thing, but the deep longing for each other that remains says otherwise. Fey magic is ready to bind them together forever, assuming they can find each other again.
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"If you wanted to be head of House Hallowed Eve, you shouldn't have donned the Autumn mantle. That was your choice. The duties you now shirk to search for this unknown girl are not a choice."
"She isn't unknown." Cala knew so much about her he thought he would drown in the knowledge. The sound of her passion, the way her body tensed as she neared the peak of her pleasure, the gentle brush of her lips as she laid them against his skin, the rippling texture of her silky braids running through his fingers, the --
"Tell me her name."
"What?" He'd been so lost in thought that he hadn't heard his father's words correctly.
"Her name, Cala. Tell it to me. If you know so much about her, tell me her name."
Cala gritted his teeth. "You know I cannot."
"Of course not, which is why you are in this state." Mori gestured to Cala's obvious arousal. "This as well is the fault of your rash behavior. I should have never allowed you to become head of Autumn Clan. You are too young, too immature."
"I'm three hundred and sixteen years old. I'm not a child --"
They would go round and round with this conversation if Cala allowed it. He didn't have time for this. Every second that ticked by lessened his power. Autumn was ending. He had until the winter solstice to find her. As the head of a season clan, he could only interact with the humans during his season. That was the agreement all those of the four season clans had made.
He shook his head as desperation clawed up from the dark place he'd shoved it, threatening to make him give up. "Had I let the magic come --"
"Instead of yourself."
Cala glared at his father's amused expression. "I thought the binding magic was stronger than any other. Why did it fail with her? Is it because she was not truly my one?"
"I'm sure she is. You said you felt the magic start. That is your proof. There exist past accounts of those whose lust and craving for fulfillment overrode the magical binding. It would seem that is what happened to you."
That was exactly what had happened. Cala remembered feeling an urging, like someone pulling on the reins of horse to slow it. He hadn't wanted slow at the time. He and his would-be mate had thundered on to climax after climax, wanting satisfaction more than the binding magic. As a result, they were lost to each other.
His ears drooped more. And there it was. He'd lost her. Billions of humans on the planet, millions in the country where she lived -- without her name, he would never find her.
He shouldn't have ignored the urge to take her, spirit her away to his home where the binding magic could have taken hold after they had exhausted themselves. They would have had time. Only the sounds of her friends searching had stopped him. It had never stopped any of his predecessors.
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Scott Thomas welcomes the assignment when he’s is tagged to oversee the new commuter rail line from Easton to Marionville, a high profile project that demands expertise. His love of trains makes him a natural for the job. When a friend invites him on a Mystery Train Dinner Adventure, Scott’s onboard for an evening of fun. Scott gets more than he ever dreamed about when he meets his ideal tall, dark haired stranger on the train.
Dakota Reece views the new commuter rail as the opening he’s needed for him and his brother to build their own firm and future. Planning a start-up company while working on the commuter rail project is hard work and Dakota takes an evening off to relax on the Mystery Train. When the train stops to serve dinner, Dakota is boldly cruised by a fellow passenger. He has to get to know this smart, sexy man and asks Scott to join him for a drink.
Scott and Dakota hit it off and a quiet cup of coffee leads to unexpected possibilities - and consequences. Their budding relationship could cause a multi-million dollar conflict of interest charge. When Dakota makes a sudden decision to advance his timeline, Scott will do whatever is necessary to keep them together, on track, and avoiding derailment.
I pulled him off the rail and slipped my free hand around his waist. Raw awareness crackled between us, man to man, laden with male pheromones and a shared knowledge we innately knew how to make the other moan with pleasure. I wanted to be sure and kissing him was the most expedient way to strike a spark - or not.
My guess about his height had been right on and he was just a tick shorter than me. It made kissing him easy. I pressed my lips to his, just a quick, soft touch that turned clingy when neither of us seemed to want to back off. He met me with an open eagerness that threatened to buckle my knees and we never parted our lips. My body responded and the sudden aching pooling of blood in my groin convinced me I needed to pull away before I got completely stupid with this guy in plain view of anyone who walked out the door.
Okay so I kissed him. Okay so we’d go have a drink and get to know each other. That didn’t mean I would fuck him tonight. No taste of sweet titillation in that.
Dakota smiled at me. “That was nice. If you won’t have a drink with me, I’ll probably cry myself to sleep.”
“For the record, I don’t buy that line for a moment…”
The back room beckoned and only he and I would know.
“I’m afraid so, but look on the bright side. We’re getting to know each other.”
Dakota leaned back and grinned. “Ah, courtship. It’s a fine concept but I don’t care for the practical applications.”
I didn’t either. We’d hit it off, and our one kiss had sparked some serious carnal curiosity between us. Moving forward on a personal level hinged on the sex being good. It was shallow, but true. I met his gaze and watched his eyes go dark. He fixed me with the intense stare of a gay man on the prowl. We’d wait but only because our dicks hadn’t overtaken our brains yet. I licked my lips and watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.
“So are you still brave enough for dinner tomorrow night?”
“Wild horses couldn’t keep me away, Scott.”
We exchanged cell phone numbers and discussed restaurants and agreed to meet at a little Italian place out toward Easton. We might be observed, but having dinner together wasn’t the same as sleeping together. Dakota finished his coffee and pushed the mug away.
“I guess we should call it a night, huh?”
“It is past midnight.”
He reached for my hand again. “We’re having dinner together tonight.”
“Technically, yes.” I stared into his eyes as I lifted his hand to kiss his knuckles. His lips parted.
“My room is two blocks from here, Scott. Whataya say?”
My resolve to keep stupidity at bay wavered. Hell, it crumbled and I was about to tread over the broken pieces of it on my way out the door to his place.
The letters awarding the bids were already in sealed envelopes in a locked drawer in the mayor’s office. How much flak could there be if someone found out Dakota and I had a little tryst? I nodded and saw victory flash in his eyes. I downed the last of my lukewarm coffee and pushed back from the table. “Let’s go.”
Dakota rose in an easy, unhurried motion and dropped a five-dollar bill on the table for a tip. “I like a man full of surprises.”
I’m not sure I did when I was that man. I motioned at the exit. “Lead on.”
Instead of heading out, he stepped in front of me and cupped the back of my neck. His mouth covered mine and my skin flashed hot. I licked his lips and they opened to me. His silky tongue slid over mine and my cock swelled to an aching fullness in three throbbing heartbeats. My hands went to his hips and I pulled him tight against me to let him feel how hard I was for him, and to know if he was hard for me. His lips bowed under mine as he ended the kiss and rested his forehead to mine.
“That’s for you.”
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ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-502-8 (Electronic)
Heat Level: 3
Length: Novella (20k words)
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Contains: A Jealous God, Jungfrau, Blood Addict, The Mesmerist and the Mare, Princess of the Ravens, Beneath the Ice, Simple, and Neither Love Nor Money
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All week I've been telling you about new paranormal ebooks. Today's title first appeared in the Cleis anthology Seductress, a collection of succubus stories. Mine's got a BDSM edge, and now you can grab it for $0.99:
Warnings: This short story contains bondage, femdom, succubus sex, and paranormal office romance. Appears in the anthology "Blood Addict."
Word Count: 3,500
Did she turn him around or did he do that himself? He couldn’t remember anymore. Somehow he ended up facing her. She tore off his tie with one hand while she found his cock with the other. How did she manage to zero in like that? Just wham! She had it in her fist, stroking hard through the fabric of his trousers.
Max knew Detta wouldn’t be gentle. He’d seen the violence in her, right from the start. She man-handled him, strong, tough, and she stood nearly his height in those fuck-me heels.
She only let go of his cock to bind his wrists behind him—and with his own tie, to boot. When she pressed him against the sideboard, he worried he might ruin one of the catalogue mock-ups, but if she didn’t care why should he? So he pressed his head against the glossy board while Bernadetta tore open his shirt.
Buttons went flying, sailing to the floor in slow motion. Each mother-of-pearl droplet settled like rain on the industrial carpet. He was so mesmerized by the subtle shimmer that he almost didn’t notice Detta ripping his belt from its loops. When she tossed it around her shoulders, it morphed into a black snake. Were his eyes playing tricks on him, or did his belt hiss while his boss opened his fly?
Max’s pants dropped to the floor with the weight of his wallet, his keys, and his merciless arousal.
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Sea monster, Inuit legend, paranormal erotica
The sea monster Kaloopalooit lives in the cracks of ocean ice, devouring the children of the Arctic.
When Enooya bets her husband she's a better fisher than he is, she sets off unperturbed to the fissures in the sea ice. After all, the Kaloopalooit is just an imaginary monster the elders dreamed up to scare kids.
Enooya discovers just how real the Kaloopalooit is when it drags her into the icy water. The sea monster is beautiful and horrible, shimmering and bizarre. In exchange for breath, it demands that Enooya secure children for its dinner. Enooya has a better idea: Why not sample the delicacy called woman?
Beneath the Ice is an erotic adaptation of an Inuit folktale. Appears in the anthology "Blood Addict."
Word Count: 5,300
A creature burst from the giant hole, dreadful and beautiful. Its glistening scales shone so brilliantly Enooya had to shield her eyes. Its flesh glittered like fields of diamonds, gleaming with every shade of the ocean. It was blue as the blue whale, green as algae, turquoise as the southern coasts, and as silver as the Arctic char.
Before Enooya could make out anything beyond its dazzling colour, a slick tail coiled around her ankles. Her knees knocked together with a bony bang, sending streaks of pain down her legs. The coil tightened, slithering up her thighs, around the corpulence of her ass, slippery and smooth around her waist. She fell limp under the creature’s stranglehold. Her eyes shut. Her head tilted to one side, too heavy to hold upright.
The monstrous thing tugged so hard Enooya fell back with a thud. Her shoulder blades smacked the sea ice, making her ribs rattle. Her skull met the surface, and for a moment, everything went black.
Enooya didn’t struggle, even when the evil creature dragged her feet-first into the frigid ocean. It tugged her body toward the fissure, and there wasn’t a thing she could do to escape. It had her in its power.
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Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, and contributor to more than 100 short story anthologies, including Best Women’s Erotica, Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, and Best Lesbian Romance. Ms Renarde has written dozens of juicy books, including Anonymous, Ondine, and Nanny State. Her book The Red Satin Collection won Best Transgender Romance in the 2012 Rainbow Awards. Giselle lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.
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Princess of the Ravens
by Giselle Renarde
When a girl child is born to the king's new queen, his sons must flee or face imminent death. After many years in hiding, Verity tracks down her would-be brothers in a neighbouring kingdom. As gifts for the twelve men, she plucks twelve enchanted lilies from a witch's garden. Immediately, the men are turned to ravens. According to the enchantress' spell, Verity must not make a sound for seven years or her brothers will die.
At once, Verity is found by a prince, who takes her home for his bride. His mother shows the young girl mercy by confining her to a tower for seven years. In that time, the raven Benjamin visits her daily. When they learn to communicate without words, Benjamin reveals a secret that allows their love to blossom.
Will Verity escape the arrogant prince, or be forced to wed? How can a raven become her saviour?
Warnings: Princess of the Ravens is an erotic shapeshifter adaptation of the Brothers Grimm fairy tale "Twelve Brothers." Appears in the anthology "Blood Addict."
Word Count: 5,300
Together, they counted down the days until Verity would be wed to the prince for whom she held no affection. “It is you I love,” she told her raven boy, in her way. “How can I marry another?”
“Leave it to me,” he sang, and she smiled. She knew she could trust him, just as she knew he saw every delectable imagining that entered her mind. In that moment, she caught herself recollecting that this was the day of her birth, and she was now a woman in every sense. As soon as the thought struck her, she knew she had conveyed it to Benjamin, and they both fell more silent than they had ever been with one another.
“Where do you go in the night?” she asked him, in silence. “What do you do when you are not at my side?”
“In the night…” he crowed. “In the night, I am transformed. In the night, I am a man.”
Verity’s heart froze in her chest. She recognized well the urges in her own body, and she could only imagine how it must be for Benjamin. He was, after all, a “brutish man” as the waiting maids called them, and he was older, as well. Must she dwell on the ideas of what he did in the night? With other women?
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When Salome's mother marries Rod, Plain-Jane Sally falls head over heels for his son. They're only step-siblings, but John still thinks it would be wrong if they surrendered to temptation.Right or wrong, Salome's got her sights set on her new step-brother, and she won't take no for an answer.Rod isn't happy that his twenty-three-year-old son still lives in his basement. Now he's got a barely-legal step-daughter to support as well. Worse yet, his new wife is forcing him to attend the girl's goddamn dance recital!Onstage, the gangly teen transforms into a seductive stripper. In a sexy little dance costume, Sally becomes the most seductive vixen Rod has ever seen. There's no turning back. He's going to bed his step-daughter if it kills him...Warnings: This filthy book contains explicit sex and extreme 1970s outfits. If you're not into step-Daddy/daughter erotica, adult step-siblings getting it on, or polyester pants, you'd better steer clear of Dance for Daddy, Salome.
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