Secret Worlds: A Paranormal Romance Boxed Set
Publication date: June 29th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal Romance
Publication date: June 29th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal Romance
Limited Edition, includes:
Taken by the Beast by C. Kressley and R. Hamilton: Women who look a lot like Charisse are going missing. And the man this beauty is falling for may be the beast responsible.
The Forever Girl by R. Hamilton: Sophia gets more than she bargains for when she finally decides to trust a shapeshifter.
Summoned by Rainy K.: Dimitri can’t reveal the paranormal bond controlling him, and Syd won’t tolerate his secrets.
Purgatory by S. Stec: A sex-hungry myth with no name, no flesh, and no identity …unless it wears one of you.
The Pandora Principle by N. Cosper: As a descendant of Pandora, Cassi must discover if her lover is one of the evil spirits she hunts before all her friends die.
Heart Song by S. LaFantasie: When incredibly handsome Marren frees Relena, there’s a catch.
Changeling by D. Herbert: As a changeling and a witch work together to restore order in Fairy, they discover that love, like magic, casts its own spell.
Shiftless by A. Easterling: After years of suppressing her inner predator, Terra meets a shifter who forces her to reclaim her wilder side.
The Black Parade by Kyoko M: Poltergeist Michael is the key to saving Jordan’s soul from hell, but can she handle the cost of her salvation?
Haunting Echoes by C. Faron: Will Amaia’s clan kill her ex-fiancé before she learns whether he returned from the grave for love or revenge?
Braving Fate by L. Hall: Diana and Cadan fight demonic forces and a deadly passion that has lasted centuries.
Trinity Rising by J.E. Taylor: Damian and Naomi are desperate for victory against the devil, but one wrong step could trigger Armageddon.
Moonlight by K. Salidas: Good girls don’t wear fur, fight over men, or run around naked, howling at the moon. But Fallon’s not a good girl.
Lash by L.G. Castillo: Lash must choose where to place his trust–in a home he fought so hard to regain or in a forbidden love he can’t bear to lose.
Between by L. Swallow: Alek could kill Rose with a kiss. Finn, with a touch. Pulled into an intense affair with Alek, Rose discovers her connection to Finn threatens them all.
The Devil’s Fool by R. McClellan: When vampire Boaz gives Eve the one thing she never had–love–she falls into a world of greed and seduction.
Spark Rising by K. Corcino: A runaway Spark and the agent arresting her ignite a revolution to end their people’s enslavement while resisting the electricity between them.
Ruby’s Fire by C. Stine: On the run from a desert cult, Ruby must choose which handsome stranger to trust with her heart and her darkest secret.
Cursed by L. Leroux: Isobel has been hiding an uncanny ability her whole life–until the day she must use it to save herself from a madman.
Hunted by A.J. Colby: With Agent Holbrook’s help, Riley races time to stay ahead of a crazed werewolf killer.
Vigilant by A. Lawson: Ari stumbles into a world of crime and vigilantism while discovering the one man that sets her heart on fire.
Taken by the Beast by C. Kressley and R. Hamilton: Women who look a lot like Charisse are going missing. And the man this beauty is falling for may be the beast responsible.
The Forever Girl by R. Hamilton: Sophia gets more than she bargains for when she finally decides to trust a shapeshifter.
Summoned by Rainy K.: Dimitri can’t reveal the paranormal bond controlling him, and Syd won’t tolerate his secrets.
Purgatory by S. Stec: A sex-hungry myth with no name, no flesh, and no identity …unless it wears one of you.
The Pandora Principle by N. Cosper: As a descendant of Pandora, Cassi must discover if her lover is one of the evil spirits she hunts before all her friends die.
Heart Song by S. LaFantasie: When incredibly handsome Marren frees Relena, there’s a catch.
Changeling by D. Herbert: As a changeling and a witch work together to restore order in Fairy, they discover that love, like magic, casts its own spell.
Shiftless by A. Easterling: After years of suppressing her inner predator, Terra meets a shifter who forces her to reclaim her wilder side.
The Black Parade by Kyoko M: Poltergeist Michael is the key to saving Jordan’s soul from hell, but can she handle the cost of her salvation?
Haunting Echoes by C. Faron: Will Amaia’s clan kill her ex-fiancé before she learns whether he returned from the grave for love or revenge?
Braving Fate by L. Hall: Diana and Cadan fight demonic forces and a deadly passion that has lasted centuries.
Trinity Rising by J.E. Taylor: Damian and Naomi are desperate for victory against the devil, but one wrong step could trigger Armageddon.
Moonlight by K. Salidas: Good girls don’t wear fur, fight over men, or run around naked, howling at the moon. But Fallon’s not a good girl.
Lash by L.G. Castillo: Lash must choose where to place his trust–in a home he fought so hard to regain or in a forbidden love he can’t bear to lose.
Between by L. Swallow: Alek could kill Rose with a kiss. Finn, with a touch. Pulled into an intense affair with Alek, Rose discovers her connection to Finn threatens them all.
The Devil’s Fool by R. McClellan: When vampire Boaz gives Eve the one thing she never had–love–she falls into a world of greed and seduction.
Spark Rising by K. Corcino: A runaway Spark and the agent arresting her ignite a revolution to end their people’s enslavement while resisting the electricity between them.
Ruby’s Fire by C. Stine: On the run from a desert cult, Ruby must choose which handsome stranger to trust with her heart and her darkest secret.
Cursed by L. Leroux: Isobel has been hiding an uncanny ability her whole life–until the day she must use it to save herself from a madman.
Hunted by A.J. Colby: With Agent Holbrook’s help, Riley races time to stay ahead of a crazed werewolf killer.
Vigilant by A. Lawson: Ari stumbles into a world of crime and vigilantism while discovering the one man that sets her heart on fire.
—
Sample — Between — Sample —
Alek faces me and I shiver; from the
water cooling my neck and shoulders, and from his proximity. His expression
holds a frightening intensity, darkened eyes filled with concern and something
unknown. An unexpected desire for his touch shudders through, the arousal
edging out the fear.
"I’m going to kiss you,"
he says.
"I don’t think so!" But
the image flies into my mind, igniting heat into my weak body. A body telling
me what a great idea it would be to feel those full lips I've stared at more
than I should pressed against mine.
Alek rakes a hand through his hair.
"But I don’t want to."
"Wow, thanks. I’ll give it a
miss then." Heat of embarrassment replaces the desire, and I turn away.
"But I should. I’m not going to
force myself on you, but I’m trying to help you."
"Help me what? Understand how
unbelievably arrogant you are because you think I want to kiss you?" I
snap, spinning back to him.
"No, to help you stay
here." There's an earnestness at odds with the usual Alek.
"Honestly, when I wake up
tomorrow, I’m gone."
"No!"
I jump in alarm at his vehemence,
eyeing the front door. "Jeez, you’re weird."
Alek rubs his nose and fixes his
eyes on my mouth. He inhales and tenses, as if preparing to do something stupid
and dangerous, like jump off a cliff. This strikes me as odd. I mean, a lot
about tonight is beyond odd, but the Alek I’ve got to know doesn’t seem the
type who would deliberate these things.
"Okay, I’m going to do this. If
you want me to stop, just push me away."
Before I can respond, Alek takes
hold of my shoulders. His lips tentatively touch mine and static arcs across my
face. The lightning-struck feeling spreads as he takes advantage of my
parted-mouthed surprise and crushes his mouth to mine. I try to pull away, the
intensity of the charge spreading into my body frightening me, but Alek has one
hand in the small of my back and another at the nape of my neck, holding me
steady. At every point our bodies are in contact, heat of a kind I've never
experienced flows; with each passing second, the stronger the urge to have Alek
hold and kiss me like this until I can't breathe overpowers. I close my eyes;
in my mind’s eye, white light blinds my thoughts, tripping the switch on a
desire so strong I fight against pulling my clothes off, and then starting on
his.
I grab Alek’s head in return,
digging my hands into his scalp, and delve my tongue into his mouth. I want
this. Him. Touching, kissing, tasting, everything. All I can focus on is the
powerful energy flowing from his lips to mine, drawing away the exhaustion and
filling me with vigour. Alek loosens his grip on my head then disentangles my
fingers from his hair.
I stagger backward as he moves away
and rest against the wall. "What the hell was that?"
— Lisa Swallow's Author Secret —
When I was at university in England, I
loved live music and would watch bands most weekends. A band who were very
well-known in the UK music scene at the time was playing one night and I bumped
into one of them pre-show. He was very drunk (which was obvious on stage later)
and I wasn’t entirely sober. Nothing much
happened but I made the decision not to meet him again after the show as he
suggested, otherwise my secret might be bigger! He wasn’t even the band member
I liked the most - is that bad?
–
Sample – Braving Fate – Sample –
Cadan stared at Diana
perched above him and all his good intentions to maintain his distance for her
safety fled his mind. He knew, knew, that if his judgment was
compromised again as it had been so many years ago, she would suffer an equally
horrific fate.
But everything about
her clouded his senses. The feel of her, the look of her, the smell of her, and
the sound of her all reminded him that it had been a long time since he’d been
with a woman. Even longer since he’d been with one who made him feel more than
simple lust. Two thousand years, to be precise. And Diana was turning out to be
more than he’d thought. Much more.
Now he was pinned
beneath her, the heat of her making his cock twitch. He had to get up, push her
off, but she immobilized him. Not with her strength—hers was nothing compared
to his—but with her will. Just a minute longer. Then he would move.
But she leaned down
then, pressing herself against his chest, and whispered close to his ear, “Are all
the guardians built like you?”
The feel of her warm
breath, the brush of her lips, made a shudder run down his spine. Unable to
stop himself from experiencing this pleasure just once, he ground himself
against her. He forced himself to still, but not before he heard the small
noise of surprised approval at his ear.
Fuck, what was her
game? But he nodded once in answer to her question, surprised to
hear her laugh low in her throat.
“Oh, I don’t think
so,” she purred as she rubbed herself against him. “I think that you—” She ran
her hands down his sides and his muscles tensed at her touch. “—are unique.”
She began to press
small, hot kisses along the side of his neck, lightning shooting through him to
his cock every time he felt her mouth. He groaned when her tongue darted out,
tasting him.
“Make me yours,
Cadan.”
Aye. Mine. Always
mine.
“Who are you?”
His voice was raspy, nearly broken. He’d have been embarrassed if he’d had any
blood left in his brain to keep it operational.
“I’m afraid I don’t
know what you mean.” Her voice was husky, desire thick in her tone. She glanced
down at his mouth.
“You’re different—”
He nearly groaned when her small pink tongue darted out and wetted her top lip.
“—than you were before.”
She smiled and raised
a hand to run it through his hair. “You caught me by surprise, then, that’s
all. This time—” She fisted her hand in his hair. “—I’m in control.”
The warrior in him,
the leader, the commander, boiled at the idea, but the man in him, the one
trapped beneath the temptress who licked and bit and stared at him with endless
eyes, thought, Aye.
— Lindsey Hall’s Author Secret —
For a long time, writing books was my
secret. I was an underwater archaeologist, which is a fairly conservative
field, and I didn’t want my colleagues to read all of the sexy stuff I was
writing—not to mention my family members! Well, the cat is out of the bag now.
My pen name isn’t very different from my real name and my family isn’t very good
at secrets. Every single member of my family—grandparents, uncles, in-laws—has
read my books AND the many sex scenes. The first time my uncles had a chance to
tell me they’d liked my book (and give me a little hell) was at my
grandfather’s funeral. It was both funny and embarrassing—but it was a
lighthearted moment in the midst of some sadness, so I’m glad for that. And
we’re all adults, right? At least, that’s what I tell myself whenever I think
about family reading my sex scenes (or skimming, as I think most of them do:-).
–
Sample – Changeling – Sample –
The blood moon of October cast shimmering
beams, tingeing the treetops with crimson.
By Halloween, it would reach fullness, and the balance of good and evil
in the Fae kingdom would be in peril as the veil between human and spirit
worlds would be at its thinnest. An in-between,
middling time. A dangerous time.
But Kheelan was used to being in two
worlds at once, yet belonging to neither.
What was wrong with him? You’d think he’d never seen a beautiful
girl. Besides, even the prettiest human
couldn’t compare to the enchantment of any run-of-the-mill fairy. And he should know. The daoine-sith Fae rewarded him with
a fairy lover whenever he completed a dangerous mission, as if rewarding an
obedient dog with a bone.
Kheelan smoldered at the
humiliation. His skin burned from it,
his mouth scorched from the angry words he must never say aloud. They had stolen him from his human family.
He’d no doubt been sleeping unaware the night those cradle robbers came and
forced him into a lifetime of servitude and danger.
He got nothing in return. No love, no acceptance, and no hope of a
future. Indeed, they despised him.
Changeling. How he hated the word, been taunted with it,
as if it was some kind of deformity on his part. A mere changeling, only tolerated for what he
could do in their petty wars or their unending, menial labors. He summoned his enormous will and pushed the
bitter thoughts away. Deep in his mind
was a place no one could enter, a refuge he refused to let them destroy. A soul some might call it. His and his alone.
Musical notes vibrated from the girl’s
apartment. It was dramatic, haunting even.
He appreciated that it was worlds different from the incessant Celtic
flute, or worse, the brain-splintering bagpipe music his captors so adored. Kheelan closed his eyes and let the melody
wash over his senses.
When the music stopped, he glanced at the
window where the light extinguished. He
yearned for the light, the music, and for the unknown human girl curled up in
bed, unknowing and uncaring of the forces swirling around her. But the human was a suspect, one of many to
investigate.
Somebody was murdering the pixies. His job was to find out who and why and bring
them to the Fae’s royal Seelie Court.
Should he fail . . . well, even the good Fae had their ways of punishing.
His purpose was to mingle with his fellow mortals, searching for information to
assist the good Fae in their unceasing war with the Unseelie Fae.
Time to leave. He would come back
tomorrow night. Samhain, the witch’s
Halloween, drew nearer, each year more sinister than the one before. His instructions from the Seelie Court Fae,
his owners, were to find the culprit before Samhain. Or else.
Kheelan wrapped the deep maroon duster tightly around his lithe body and
disappeared into the night to join the unsuspecting, blissfully ignorant, human
mass.
— Debbie Herbert's
Author Secret. —
My
secret crush is actor/model Rick Mora. He's had success as a Native American
model and secured small parts in film and television. Plus, he's also worked as
a photographer, writer and philanthropist. I find talent, intelligence and,
most important, kindness extremely attractive in a man. Really, a generous
heart is sexy!
Native
American culture draws me with its creativity and wisdom. I've even written two
Harlequin Novels with Native American heroes and that used Choctaw legends as
my plot inspiration.
So what's
your secret? What fascinates you? I'd love to hear about it!
Debbie
Herbert
Southern
Supernatural Romance--Where love, like magic, casts its own spell of
enchantment.
—
Sample – Cursed – Sample –
Isobel scrambled into the corner, her
arm stinging from something she struck on the way. Turning to face the room,
she was dismayed to see the lantern she'd knocked to the ground lying a few
feet away.
“No!” she gasped as the light flickered
and began to dim.
The glass hadn't broken, but the oil in
the bottom had spilled all over the floor. She didn't want to be locked in here
with Matteo in the dark. Throat tight, she scrambled forward before all of the
lamp's fuel leaked out.
Her hand had just touched the
overturned lamp when a larger darker one took hold of it and lifted it off the
ground. Moving like lightning, Isobel crawled back and pressed herself against
the wall. Matteo, or the thing that was living inside him, lifted the lamp and
turned it down to a low flame.
The light dimmed to a faint glow.
Unable to look away, she raised her eyes. His head wreathed in shadows, Matteo
loomed over her.
A strange grating and rhythmic sound
filled the air. It was her lungs fighting to draw air in short labored pants.
But her effort failed as soon as he moved.
It was like a snake striking. One
second she was curled in a ball against the wall, and the next she had been
hauled off her feet and suspended inches off the ground.”
The shadows ceased to matter. His face
was just inches away, allowing her to see him clearly. Except it wasn't his
face anymore. It was a beautiful shell, one made terrible in its absence of a
human soul.
However, it wasn't an empty shell.
Something was there looking back at her through his eyes—a dark and demonic
force. A tremor ran through her entire body as she took in the expression in
those eyes. There was an intelligence there and...hunger.
Isobel recognized that look. Other men
had watched her with something similar in their expression. But those were
normal human appetites, much paler and weaker than this. She wasn't going to
die right away.
“Please don't,” she whispered.
— Lucy
Leroux’s Author Secret —
Hmm. I have a lot of them, most of them unintentionally kept.
For a while there I couldn’t keep a secret, which infuriated my mother. You see
in my family keeping secrets is the norm. We have a lot of secrets. There are
things my family thinks are no one else’s business but our own. Which would be
fine, but since I live on another continent, they sometimes forget what they
have and have not told me.
Divorces, pregnancies, dramatic break-ups my extended
family—I don’t always hear about them. Maybe a family member assumes one of the
others told me, but most of the time they haven’t. My life is full of little surprises
as a result. You get used to it.
My family sounds very dramatic now. I can’t disagree. We
would make a great Mexican soap opera.
It took Facebook to teach me to keep my mouth shut about
certain things. Once the number of extended family members hit a critical mass combined
with the misinterpretation of something I said and that was it. My mother still
scolds me about not posting this or that to Facebook.
So what haven’t I broadcasted yet that you might like to
know? Well, my name is confusing. This is true for all its permutations, which
are numerous for different reasons.
I don’t publish under my legal name. This is so the
uber-religious members of my extended family aren’t immediately aware that I
now write steamy romance erotica. Although I’m sure they’ll find out
eventually. It will be one of their little surprises…
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