Throwback Thursday: Accursed by Saloni Quinby #GayRomance #PNR #TBT #DarkFantasy @changelingpress


Can two suspicious men learn to trust one another before a demon curse destroys them both?


Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Genres: Paranormal, Dark Fantasy
Themes: Dark Desire, Gay
Length: Novella

At the request of his aunt, Medium Maxim Thomas travels to the London mansion of actor Ian Northhill to search for paranormal dangers. The first-born sons in Ian’s family have all died on their thirty-fourth birthday, and Ian’s is just around the corner. The problem is, he doesn’t believe in ghosts, demons or curses.

When Maxim and Ian meet, they’re overwhelmed by lust, but great sex doesn’t change Maxim’s bitterness toward actors or Ian’s loathing of “phony” psychics. Unable to ignore their desire for each other, the men try to overcome their prejudices. While Ian performs a retelling of Jekyll and Hyde on stage, a real life Jekyll and Hyde plots to destroy him. Will Ian trust Maxim enough to allow his lover to save him from the family curse?

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Aunt Judith gave Maxim a tour. The three-story house was made of brick and dark wood and had a narrow, winding staircase leading all the way up to the attic. Judith had her own living quarters with a spacious bedroom and sitting room. Her family pictures and needlework made her living space homier than the rest of the house, but nothing could fully soften the creepy coldness of the gargoyle carvings and general dimness that reminded Maxim of a dungeon.

“Do you feel anything at all out of the ordinary?” Aunt Judith pressed. Her brown eyes looked so hopeful that Maxim hated to disappoint her.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t.”

He’d been in homes even older than this and some quite new ones that were clearly haunted — most by harmless and sometimes even friendly spirits, but here he sensed nothing.

Finally they stepped into an enormous parlor decorated in black, gold and burgundy. An elderly woman — still attractive with large blue eyes and gray hair braided down her back — sat by the fireplace. Maxim could hardly believe she was over one hundred years old.

Flames blazed in the hearth — a welcome chill against the crisp winter morning.

“Mrs. White, I’d like you to meet my nephew, Maxim Thomas.”

“Pleased to meet you, Maxim,” replied the old woman with a disarming smile.

“The pleasure is mine, ma’am.”

Maxim shook her offered hand. It was cool and slender, the veins prominent. He had expected her to have a delicate grip, but her handshake was surprisingly strong for her age.

“It’s a pity my son isn’t home. I’m sure Henry would love to meet you, but I fear he won’t be back from the theater for several hours.”

“Hopefully they can meet at another time,” Aunt Judith said.

“To be sure. In the meantime, please sit and join us for tea.”

Maxim sat in the chair the old woman indicated and Aunt Judith sat as well. Soon they were chatting. Mrs. White, despite her obvious mental issues, was very pleasant and talkative. At times she spoke quite lucidly, but in regards to her family, she was living a fantasy. She couldn’t distinguish between her deceased son and her living grandson. Maxim considered how difficult it must be, not only for Aunt Judith to care for this delusional woman day and night, but for her grandson as well.

A short time later, a woman of about thirty entered with a tray set for tea.

“Maxim, this is Melissa, the cook and housekeeper,” Aunt Judith said.

Melissa grinned. “I like to multi-task.”

“She’s doing a splendid job while Richards is away,” Mrs. White said.

“Richards is the butler,” Aunt Judith explained.

“A very interesting man,” Mrs. White went on. “His family has served ours since the days of Benjamin Northhill. Benjamin built this house in 1795. He was a genius in business and those excellent career instincts have followed every generation of Northhill men. Henry was quite good at business, until he got the wild idea to become an actor. Changed his name to Ian and has been treading the boards ever since.”

Maxim glanced at Aunt Judith and raised an eyebrow. He wondered if Mrs. White was even aware that her son — rather her grandson — was such a famous movie actor as well. It would do no good to ask, considering the poor woman’s mental state.

After tea, Aunt Judith finished the tour of the house, including the kitchen and attic. Again Maxim sensed nothing.

“Aunt Judith, you realize there’s probably no reason for concern,” he said softly, as they made their way to the dining room where Mrs. White awaited them for lunch. “Mr. Northhill’s grandmother is alive and well and she’s long past thirty-four. You say he’s in good health –“

“But, Maxim, I told you that it’s only the men in the family who die young,” Aunt Judith whispered.

“Then other women in the family have lived to a ripe old age?”

Her brow furrowed and after a few moments, she replied, “I believe Mrs. White is the only daughter in… well it must be generations. But we can’t discuss it now.”

Of course she was correct, since they had arrived at the dining room.

Maxim hadn’t planned to stay so long at the house, but during lunch he fell into conversation with the women and realized how much he had missed his aunt. She reminded him of his mother in so many ways, and he quite liked Mrs. White as well. After lunch they went for a walk, then played cards. Before he knew it, dark had fallen.

He glanced at his watch and said, “I seem to have overstayed my welcome. I should leave –“

“Hello,” said a cheerful male voice.

Maxim turned to Ian Northhill who approached, a pleasant smile on his lips, his rag doll hair windblown. He wore a black wool coat belted around his narrow waist.

Maxim felt a slight jolt. No, he wasn’t impressed by meeting a famous actor, but it felt a bit odd to see someone in person after viewing them on screen only. He was a bit surprised to see Ian wearing rather thick black glasses. Apparently the man usually wore contacts. Glasses meant a deficiency and heaven forbid a perfect, airbrushed actor would show the general public that he was somehow flawed.

“Henry, you’re home. Goodness, is the show over already?” Mrs. White asked.

“Uh, no, darling. In fact I must get back to the theater soon. I forgot something and came by to pick it up.”

“Ian, I’d like you to meet my nephew, Maxim Thomas.”

Ian’s charming smile broadened even more and he fixed his gaze on Maxim. Beneath the glasses, his eyes were every bit as blue as they appeared in his movies. He had a beautifully sculpted face — high cheekbones and a long, straight nose. His slender mouth had a perfect bow on his upper lip. Maxim found himself wondering how those lips would taste, then he felt a wave of self-disgust. He sounded like thousands of other fools who fantasized about an illusion. Ian was just a bloke like any other.

He offered his hand to Maxim. “Of course. Your aunt speaks about you often. I’m so glad to meet you.”

Ian already knew about him. That seemed odd, but in a way it made sense that Aunt Judith would mention him, in particular if she was close enough to Ian to be concerned about his welfare.

“I often wondered why you didn’t visit your aunt sooner, but she tells me you’re quite busy running a shop in Leeds.”

“Yes.” Why couldn’t Maxim think of something else to say. Not that he had to worry. Ian had apparently inherited his grandmother’s gift for conversation.

“And you went to school in Australia?”

“I did.”

“A lovely country. I’ve been there several times on promo tours. Enjoyed it immensely. How long will you be in London?”

“Just until Tuesday. I’m off to find a hotel now, actually. I didn’t intend to visit so long, but we started talking and –“

“Well you’ve come to see your aunt, so why not stay here?”

Maxim wondered if he looked as surprised as he felt. “Here?”

“There’s about half dozen guest rooms. Why not put at least one of them to use?” Ian said with another easy smile, then his brow furrowed. “Unless you have other plans. That must have sounded terribly pushy of me.”

“Actually that sounds like a wonderful idea,” Aunt Judith said. “If it’s truly all right with you, Ian?”

“Absolutely. In fact I wish I had more time to stay and talk now, but I really must get back. Goodnight, darling.” He stepped toward Mrs. White and kissed her cheek.

“Have a wonderful show.” Mrs. White patted Ian’s hand, then glanced at Maxim from the corner of her eye and said, “I just can’t bring myself to tell him to break a leg. Silly of me, I know.”

Ian chuckled softly. His gaze met Maxim’s and Maxim’s heart skipped a beat. Somehow Ian’s eyes seemed even lovelier in person — they were so big and their expression soft, yet they glittered with confidence and vitality.

“See you later, Judith,” Ian said, then turned to Maxim and offered his hand again. “A pleasure to meet you. I look forward to talking more later.”

“Glad to meet you as well.” Maxim took his hand and was again surprised when Ian gave his a double squeeze. Had Maxim imagined it? Surely the man couldn’t have —

Yet according to the news media, Ian had no confirmed partner, either male or female. He’d been open about his bisexuality. Was it possible he was interested in —

No. Absolutely not. And even if he did have an interest in Maxim, it would do him no good. Maxim wouldn’t date an actor. Not after —

The whole idea was insane. Even if Ian was attracted to him, he would most likely only be seen with one of his own kind — another actor, director or model. Someone who would look pretty on his arm at industry events and enhance his career.

Not a shop owner.

And this shop owner was certainly not interested in another self-absorbed bore.

Ian released his hand, swept out of the room and headed for the stairs. Maxim glanced after him.

“Well it seems my boy has taken quite a liking to you.” Mrs. White wagged a finger at Maxim.

“So it seems.” Aunt Judith glanced at Maxim with a half-smile on her lips. He almost felt as if she was psychic — sensing his frustrating attraction to the wrong kind of man. Yet for Maxim it wouldn’t be the first time…



The child of a painter and a psychic dreamer, Saloni Quinby feels spirituality and storytelling go hand-in-hand. She loves the scent of gardenia, the sound of wind chimes and the taste of honey. By listening to what isn’t said, she creates works based on unspoken desires. Saloni prefers blurred gender lines and many varieties of romance. In a world where passion must at times be restrained, she believes erotica is a pleasure to be shared. With her stories she would like to make her fantasies yours and hopes you enjoy the ride.

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Throwback Thursday: Hellacious (boxed set) by J. Hali Steele #TBT #BDSM #PNR #DarkFantasy #interracial @JHaliSteele @changelingpress

Satan’s sons create havoc, but nothing can protect them from the women who capture their hearts.


Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Genres: Paranormal, Dark Fantasy, BDSM
Themes: Dark Desire, Interracial, Multiple Partners
Length: 161 pages

On Earth Sly Sathariel creates all sorts of havoc, though he never takes a life. His father, Satan, reserves that power, yet not even he can keep Sly from the arms of the pure and spiritual woman representing the Tree of Life. She entangles him in her roots, pulling Sly in a direction his hellacious soul dare not follow.

Slick Sathariel is Satan’s third born, the youngest triplet. He keeps the peace and makes everyone happy but himself. Not anymore. Slick can’t tell the woman he desires his family may be responsible for her lover’s disappearance, or that he’s the devil’s son. But when he sets out to capture her for himself, his family’s prying just might cause Slick to lose the one thing on Earth he truly wants.

Wicked Sathariel, the eldest son of Satan, has finally met his match, and at the oddest of times, she turns up in his head. Accustomed to having his father and siblings rummage through his mind, he can’t handle his woman seeing his hellacious thoughts. And when it becomes clear she’s heaven bound — all hell breaks loose!

Publisher’s Note: Hellacious (Box Set) contains the previously published novellas Sly, Slick, and Firstborn.

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Momma had a sense of humor. Said she named us after three of Daddy’s better traits — Sly, Slick, and Wicked. She called us hellacious sons-of-bitches and Sathariel was the demonic surname she tagged us with in his honor. We were the sons of Lucifer himself, and since Mother had been human, we were permitted above, as were other unimportant demons who wreaked havoc on Earth and its inhabitants. It was in our blood to take absolute advantage of every glorious moment, even though a blast furnace of heat followed us everywhere. Still, nothing rivaled the fires of Hell. And unbeknownst to humans, cold was just as bad because Hell froze over each time some asshole muttered the fateful words, “’till Hell freezes over.” Never lasted long but it would be so fucking cold a demon’s nuts could crack.

Guess God had a sense of humor too.

* * *

Raucous music blared in the club, glasses clinked and people shouted over the din. Desire railed against Sly’s rib cage. Desire to unleash what he truly was, strip himself bare of the make-believe human image he wore and let loose the beast that ruled him. The hellish creature wanted nothing more than to crawl between big thighs and screw the brains out of the vision of loveliness dancing alone not far from where he stood. Pale, thin women didn’t excite Sly. He liked deep tanned, soft, curvaceous bodies with wide hips and ample breasts.

This one had it all.

Sly could barely contain himself as he watched her swivel and gyrate her ass in front of the stage where the DJ did his thing. Her raw scent, the smell of sweat and womanhood permeated the air, teasing his dick to a stiffness he couldn’t control — didn’t want to control. Horns and hooves wanted to burst through his skin, fingers wanted to reach into the pussy he’d sniffed for far too long now.

This wasn’t the first time he’d seen her. She had been here each night he came to this particular club for the last month, and something about the woman kept drawing him back.

Oh, man, I want some.

Looking across the crowded bar, he caught his younger brother smiling.

Stay the fuck out of my head, Slick. This one’s mine.

Sly, born minutes before Slick, could best him most of the time, run circles around him when need be. But the firstborn triplet wouldn’t be so easily caught off guard.

Sharpening his vision, careful not to let the red flames of Hell lick from his eyes, Sly searched the room for Wicked. He couldn’t feel him, no telltale smell of fire and brimstone that often preceded the eldest. Wick took anything he wanted when they walked on Earth, and it usually turned out to be something or someone his younger siblings had their eye on. Wicked skated on thin ice with the power below each time he used humans, then tossed them aside as if they were old shoes never to be worn again.

Except with their father’s express permission, they didn’t kill.

Disturbing the balance between good and evil wasn’t allowed. What Wick left behind bordered on dead. Mere shells of men and women, afraid of their own shadows, bereft of the spark of life in their sad, vacant eyes. In that broken condition they held no appeal for Sly or others like him who slipped from below to cavort in their very own human playground. Wick was off somewhere, and if Sly knew his father, he’d concentrate all his energy in the older brother’s direction.

Thank God, because he wanted this woman for as long as she could take his heated passion.



J. Hali Steele wishes she could grow fur, wings or fangs so she can stay warm, fly or just plain bite the crap out of… Well, since she can’t, she would much rather be roaming where her fictional big cats live — in the high desert of California. She enjoys spending time with her sisters and friends who willingly listen to her ramblings about the paranormal world of vamps, shifters, angels and anything else that goes bump in the night. They’re a captive audience, but she promises to untie them soon!

A multi-published author, when J. Hali’s not writing, she can be found snuggled in front of the TV with a good book, a cat in her lap, and a cup of coffee.

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Throwback Thursday: Ashton Grove MC (boxed set) #werewolves #PNR #shapeshifter #bikerromance

A motorcycle club has rolled into Ashton Grove, trying to make a place for themselves. A motley crew of shifters, fucking and fighting are just a way of life. But if there’s one thing they can’t stand, it’s anyone who abuses a woman.



Published by JCS Books
Cover Artist: Jessica Coulter Smith
Genres: Paranormal Romance, MC Romance, Werewolves/Shifters
Length: 183 pages

VIPER: When Viper sits down to a game of poker with the Red Devils M.C., and their Sergeant at Arms tosses a woman in as his bet, Viper knows he has to win at all costs.

AXEL: Axel Bloodmoon loves his life in the M.C. Danger abounds and there’s lots of willing women to be had. But when he goes on a mission to rescue some abducted women, things don’t turn out quite as he’d planned. One sniff of Amelia and his cat is convinced she belongs to them. Stubborn beast!

GHOST: When Ghost realizes Shelly is being forced to sell her body, and that her pimp is a little too free with his fists, he realizes he can’t sit back and wait any longer. Charging in on his Harley, he swoops in and rescues the damsel in distress. There’s only one problem. Who’s going to rescue him from her?

CRIMSON: When Crimson nearly loses Holly, he realizes that he will do anything to keep her by his side – and when a bear gets an idea in his head, he’ll stop at nothing to make it happen. What’s a love struck shifter to do when his mate has cold feet?


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#NewRelease – Remus (Watchdogs 2) by @GaleStanley #LGBT #GayRomance #shifters #PNR @changelingpress


Remus (Watchdogs 2) by Gale Stanley

Cover art: Bryan Keller

BIN: 08356-02699

Genres: Gay, Werewolves, Shapeshifters, Paranormal,
Action Adventure & Suspense, New Releases, Romance

Length: Novella

Page Count: 42


 Ray has always been a little wild in bed but can Jared handle his animal tendencies?


Ex-hitman, Ray Miller got immunity in exchange for testifying against Sarge, his former handler. Grateful for the second chance, Ray and his lover, Jared open their own P.I. agency and call it Watchdogs. But their happily ever after doesn’t last long.

Jared is having nightmares that seem all too real, and someone is stalking him. Ray suspects Sarge wants revenge, but he soon discovers a more dangerous foe is after them. How can he protect himself and Jared, when their enemy is a wolf?



Jared huddled under the covers until the smell of coffee drew him out of bed. First stop, the bathroom. He glanced in the mirror, and did a double take. What the fuck! Gripping the small sink, he leaned in for a closer look. Teeth marks.

Suddenly, a naked Ray appeared behind him, and strong muscular arms circled Jared. “Do you want coffee or a blowjob?” Ray stroked Jared’s flaccid penis back to life.

Jared melted back against him. “I want to get fucked.” Then he remembered. “You bit me.”

Ray inspected his handiwork. “So? You know you like it rough. You were so fucking hot, you didn’t even feel it.”

“You broke the skin.”

“Don’t be a wuss. I had my rabies shot.”

“Very funny.”

Ray kissed the mark. “It’s a love bite. Means you’re mine. Forever.”

Jared sighed. “I don’t need a mark to remind me. I love you.”

“Love you, too. Come back to bed and I’ll prove it.”

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About the Author

Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

Some things never change.

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Throwback Thursday: Reckless Abandon by Kate Allenton #Suspense #RomanceBooks #TBT

Publisher: Coastal Escape Publishing
Genres: Romantic Suspense, Paranormal


Super soldier Jamie Bloom has been through hell and back. Fighting bad guys was an every other day occurrence in her line of work with the other Phantom Protectors that she calls family. Manipulating emotions and healing powers had been a bonus…until now. When Lydia, the group visionary, predicts that finding the answers to Jamie’s past is the only way to save the group from certain demise, there was only one thing she could do to find the answers they needed. It wasn’t fear of fighting the deranged lunatics that scared her the most, it was finding the answers she’d been searching for all of her life that might be the one thing that finally puts her in a grave.

Bodyguard and family friend, Maxwell Briggs was assigned with one duty and one duty only; which was to guard Lydia Bennett, the Phantoms visionary, from attack. When Lydia has a vision that jeopardizes not only her safety but everyone’s in the unit, there’s only one thing to do…stop the threat before it stops them. Working among the gifted group without powers of his own is a challenge most days. But when they needed his natural gift to help Jamie complete her mission, he’ll stop at nothing to see that she finds what she so desperately desires.

Power hungry, Benjamin Floyd, is known for preying on the weak and taking what he wants. When he sets his sights on Jamie’s gifts, he may just get more than he bargained for from the warrior princess.

The war is just beginning!


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Spotlight: Desire Island (boxed set) by Shelby Morgen, Treva Harte, and Stephanie Burke #PNR #TimeTravel

Desire Island — a gateway to the heart’s deepest desire, to passion’s heat, to love.


2nd Edition: Desire Island (Box Set) by Treva  Harte

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Genres: Paranormal, Futuristic, Time Travel
Length: 284 pages

Desire Island
A gateway to the heart’s deepest desire,
To passion’s heat, to love.
The wind-tossed sign at the front gate always reads “Vacancy.”

Stephanie Burke: Take Me With You
Lost in a futuristic desert, Gray finds himself surrounded by his worst nightmares and falling for an exotic creature who stirs up memories of his dark past. Gray will stop at nothing to ignite a passion that will unite their souls as one.

Treva Harte: Reflections
The perfect trophy wife. Mason’s given Lilli everything she’s asked for. And she’s given him — everything. Now her mirror shows her a truth she’d rather not see. And is the hunk who beckons to her from another life in her past, or is he her future?

Shelby Morgen: The Summoning
A spell so powerful — and dangerous — its use is forbidden. Marylin accidentally steps into a future that’s not her own. Roanen appears to be the fulfillment of Marylin’s every sexual fantasy, but are the visions that haunt her memories of past lives and past loves…or mistakes she’s doomed to repeat?

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“Good evening.” The trim blonde woman’s voice held all the warmth of a bottle of Chablis on ice. She nodded her head once in greeting as she passed through the inn’s front parlor, both acknowledging and dismissing them…

And leaving them alone.

They hadn’t wanted company anyway.

Marylin turned away from the window to study the figure on the old settee just as thunder cracked loudly in the background. Gray wouldn’t want her to remember how much thunderstorms always frightened him. But he went rigid for the moment it took for the lightning to follow the thunder.

He didn’t say anything. Just sat there stoically, his hands wrapped around his tumbler, a tall, lean man, slightly shadowed in the light from the fireplace. She didn’t need to see his face to read him. She knew him too well. Dear Gray. Always trying to be a hero for her… she could have loved him for that alone.

Damn. She had such lousy taste in men.

No, that wasn’t fair. At least not to Gray. Gray was a fine man. Tall and graceful and handsome and — gay. Well, bi maybe. He’d been married, once upon a time, at least for a while. Just not to her.

It wasn’t Gray’s fault she’d fallen in love with him all those years ago. He’d warned her not to. Told her often enough all they could be was friends. She hadn’t listened. Hadn’t understood. She was a rescuer, after all. She always fell for that wounded look. She’d been so in love with him once… or at least infatuated. Maybe that was why now he was the only one she felt would really understand.

She took her time crossing the room, reminding herself that he was a friend. Just a friend. That’s all he’d ever really been. All he could ever be. Sort of like a really great girlfriend. One who was actually taller than she was.

“I don’t know what went wrong or just exactly when, but one day it hit me. I could ignore the flirting with his students. I could ignore the not-so-subtle innuendoes from other professors. I couldn’t ignore my own feelings. People don’t change. We are who we are. I wanted Don to be someone he’ll never be. I wanted him to care about me. To need me. The real me, the one inside he never got to know. Twenty years, and we were still strangers. Don had some image of who I should be, the perfect wife, and it was soooo not me! I just don’t care enough to live with the lies anymore. Maybe I never did. Sometimes I think I married Don because I just gave up. I quit looking for that one perfect man I was meant to be with. My soul mate.”

Because I thought my soul mate was you, and I’d already lost. I settled. For too little. Yeah. I settled for way too little. Marylin swallowed two fingers of Amaretto, ignoring the burn. She’d never been much for subtlety. There was a time for sipping, and a time for getting drunk. This night was definitely the latter. “Do you still believe in soul mates, Gray?”

Gray raised his glass to his lips and drank deeply of his favorite poison, aged Canadian whisky. Marylin cringed. “I used to. I wish…”

His deep, deep voice seemed to purr as he turned to lift his gaze toward her. Light filtered over his face. The color struck her once again, odd and fascinating and vaguely wrong for this world. How many people had violet eyes? Gray was the only one she’d ever met. His eyes were true violet, not some deep shade of blue that seemed to take on a purple cast — a deep, rich, violet framed by eyelashes the color of midnight.

“What?” Marylin took another long swallow of Amaretto. “Sometimes you have the oddest way of not saying things.”

“Nothing.” He smiled that deep, sad smile that always got to her. “I was just — never mind. It was a long time ago. I’m sorry, Baby-Girl. I hoped things would work out better for you. I thought things were going swimmingly between you and what’s-his-name.”

“Swimmingly?” Marylin threw her head back and roared with laughter as she sprawled on the couch next to him, her long legs bent double under her. “Swimmingly! I like that…”

No, nothing subtle — or fake — about Mary. Gray tossed back the last of his whisky, praying it would give him the courage and the power to forget. He pointed to her bottle of Amaretto. Maybe it was time for a change.

Still laughing, Marylin poured them each a triple shot. “I’m so glad you could come, Gray. I’ve missed your friendship… I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. No one else understands my sense of humor anyway. I love your smile. And I love the fact that I don’t get a cramp in my neck trying to give you a hug. And for the record, you’ve always had my friendship. No matter what, that will never go away.”

He lifted the glass to his lips and took a quick gulp. Then he winked at her before his face twisted into a visage of disgust. How could she drink this crap? But when the warmth hit his stomach, he remembered. Amaretto had always had that effect on him.

“You didn’t bring Carlos. I thought you might…” Marylin tried to maintain her smile for his benefit, but he knew what she was really asking.

“Carlos… Carlos is gone. For good. It’s just you and me this weekend, Baby.” He stared down into his glass before a wry smile twisted his full lips. When did the forgetting start? Maybe he needed a bit more. He took another drink.

“Damn, I’m sorry, Gray. That was one beautiful man. Just the way we both like ’em. Tall, dark, and handsome. It’s not just a cliché!”

Did she sound a little relieved?

Did it matter?

Not anymore. He wouldn’t let it matter. “Tall, dark, handsome, jealous, and colder than a witch’s tit in January. I always seem to fall for the betraying type, and most of that breed seems to be tall, dark, and handsome.” Gray pulled her over against his side with a gentle tug on her wrist, jumping slightly as another crack of thunder split the night.

The lightning followed closer this time, lighting up the beach and the tossing waves beyond with a pale wash of fire. She snuggled against him, maybe for warmth, but he suspected it was as much for his benefit as hers. She knew how much he hated thunderstorms.

“What do you think’s wrong with us, Gray? We have such lousy taste in lovers…”

Gray laughed at that, his mood lightening. Man, did his Mary-Baby have a gift for understatement. The logs settled in the fireplace, sending out a wave of small, bright orange sparks. “We’re too good for this world, Baby. We would have to go to an alternate universe, back in time, another planet or something, to find people who are good enough for us. We’re a special breed, Baby-Girl. The last of the heart-hungry people. We want… we need more than a quick roll and a few fake words of love. We want it all.”



Throwback Thursday: Laird Fraser’s Cinderella by Kenna McKay #TBT #HighlandRomance #Shapeshifter

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Published by Kenna McKay
Cover Artist: Kenna McKay
Genres: Highland Romance, Shapeshifters, Paranormal


Shay Thompson has fallen farther than ever before. Despite her poor upbringing, she’d thought moving to Scotland would be the highlight of her life, a change for the better. But the man she’s been cyber-dating isn’t who he seems to be.

Laird Ross Fraser detests men who prey on women. When he hears Shay cry out in the night, his beast urges him to answer the call. He never thought rescuing one tiny lass would end up changing his life forever.

**This is a novella – No cliffhanger!**


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