Sexy Saturday: Sexy & Kilted by Kenna McKay #ScottishRomance #shifters @AuthorKMckay




Publisher: Coastal Escape Publishing
Genres: Contemporary, Paranormal, Highland Romance
Themes: shifter (other), curses
Length: short story

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Tiger shifter, Fergus Macleod, had thought he’d found his mate, only to have the woman dump him for a laird. But if Elspeth wasn’t his destined mate, who is? At thirty-seven, he’s getting a little old to be waiting around for Mrs. Right. Now that his brother, the alpha, is settled, Fergus wants a mate more than anything.

Robina Bruce has not had an easy life. The night her father sells her to pay off a debt, she thinks her life is over. But then something wonderful happens…she’s rescued by a knight-in-sexy-kilt. Robina will do anything to repay Fergus, and not just because the Highlander rescued her. Robina has a secret she was told to never share with anyone, but there’s just something about Fergus that makes her trust him.

When Fergus and Robina divulge their secrets, will it be a match made in heaven or will it drive the two apart?


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Fergus lavished her with attention and this incredible need built inside of Robina. She’d heard stories before, had read romances, but until that moment, she’d never believed a word of it. Her body felt like it was on fire and she knew that only Fergus could quench the flames. And yet everything he did seemed to make the fire burn brighter and stronger. His touch was gentle, his kisses sweet. He worshiped her body until she thought she might explode.

“Fergus, I need more,” she whispered. She knew enough to know what went where, and she could only hope that once he was inside of her, the ache growing inside would ease.

“Are you sure you’re ready, Robina? I ken it’s going to hurt the first time, and I donae wish to hurt you.”

“Now, Fergus. I need you now.”

He kissed her hungrily as he settled between her legs. She felt his cock brush against her wet folds and gasped against his mouth as he began easing inside of her. It burned as he stretched her, filled her, but he took his time. He’d push forward a little, then retreat, then push forward a little more, until he was finally seated all the way inside of her. She hurt, but it wasn’t as bad as she’d feared.

When he started moving inside of her, the pain began to lessen and pleasure swept over her once more. The flames came back, engulfing her from head to toe, as each stroke drove her higher and higher, pushing her toward something she’d never felt before. Her body tightened, prepared for something wonderful, and then she cried out as her release broke, ecstasy filling her. She felt euphoric! Alive! And well-loved.

Fergus drove into her harder and deeper, her body squeezing him tightly, until he gave his own cry and came inside of her. Robina held him tight, praying with all her might that they had created a child together. It was the only thing that could possibly make her world even brighter in this moment.



Kenna McKay is a lover of all things Scottish—especially men in kilts! There’s just something sexy about Scotsmen. The Scottish burr, perhaps? Their rugged good looks? Maybe it’s not just one thing, but everything combined into one mouthwatering package.

Kenna didn’t start out wanting to be a writer, but she’s loved the written word for as long as she can remember. Writing stories from a young age, it wasn’t until 2014 that she decided she wanted to be a published author.

Kenna loves to interact with her fans! You can find her on Twitter and Facebook!  Be sure to sign-up for her newsletter!

Kenna’s Favorite…
Book – Never Seduce a Scot by Maya Banks
Movie – Labyrinth
Band – The Munros
Color – Purple
Flower – Yellow Roses
Drink – Coffee
Perfume – Flowerbomb by Viktor & Rolf





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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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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Throwback Thursday: Claws by Sean Michael #UrbanFantasy #BDSM #PNR #LGBT #TBT

Life is never dull when you’ve become a dragon shifter’s keeper.


Claws (Shifter Rescue 2) by Sean  Michael

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Karen Fox
Genres: Urban Fantasy, Paranormal, BDSM, Gay

Life is never dull when you’ve become a dragon shifter’s keeper.

Now that Drill is Az, the dragon shifter’s keeper, it’s time for them to move out of the basement. Being the owner’s brother has some perks and Pirou has renovated their rooms to include everything that could make a dragon shifter and a master happy. With a place of their own, Az and Drill are free to explore each other and their special relationship.

The slavers who first stole Az still want the dragon they lost, though, and when they attack, it exposes Az and Drill to the rest of the residents at the Old Tavern Club, including Drill’s brother and club owner Drongo. Can Az and Drill survive the exposure?

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Praise for Claws (Shifter Rescue)

“I’ve been looking forward to more adventures of newly minted dragon keeper Drill and the adorable, if somewhat shy, dragon shifter named Az. If you liked Az and Drill in the previous book and want to see what kind of D/s they are into, if the sensual side of BDSM is your thing, and if you’re looking for a read that is as sweet and hot as it is fun, then you will probably like this short story.”

— Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews

“The love that [Drill and Az] have for each other shines through in everything that they do. This story moves quickly and pulls the reader in right from the start. Drill and Az are both wonderful characters. So full of life and emotion they quickly endeared themselves to this reader.”

— 4 Hearts from Gabrielle, Love Romances & More

#NewRelease – Chasing Christmas #LGBTQ #PNR #Christmas #GayRomance @AuthorDulce @changelingpress

Chasing Christmas (Christmas Magic) by Dulce  Dennison

Genre: Paranormal
Themes: Christmas, New Adult, Gay, Shapeshifter
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Publisher: Changeling Press

College senior and ocelot shifter Beck Prescott is home for the holidays, but there’s only one present he wants to find under his tree — his sexy neighbor, Chris Wilcox. Even though the wolf shifter is older than Beck, Beck knows they’re destined to be together.

Getting Chris to agree is another matter, but Christmas is the time for miracles, and Beck thinks this is the year he may get his fondest wish. A mate.

Available Now at Changeling Press

Pre-Order for December 8th at Amazon, B&N, iTunes, and Kobo


Beck Prescott couldn’t decide if he was elated to be home because it meant spying on his super sexy neighbor, or being filled with dread because he knew his parents would ask, once more, if he’d found his mate. Truth be told, he’d known since he was sixteen who his mate was, but he had fuck all chance of landing the sexy beast. Their neighbor, Chris Wilcox, hardly knew he existed. They’d barely spoken aside from a random hello here and there over the years. And was it any wonder? Chris had to be close to his parents’ age. Not that he looked a day over thirty, despite the silver at his temples.

He peered through his bedroom window and into the house next door. It just happened to be that Chris’s bedroom was directly across from Beck’s, which had been both a pleasure and a torture for the last five years. The object of his obsession was doing pull-ups in the bedroom doorway, his abs rippling with the movement. Beck licked his lips and pressed his hand against the growing erection in his jeans. It wasn’t the first time he’d wondered what it would feel like to be held by such strong arms. The few guys he’d been with couldn’t compare.

Chris did several more pull-ups before dropping to the ground and grabbing a nearby towel to wipe the sweat from his face and body. Beck wondered where Paul was — Chris’s significant other. Even though he knew Paul sometimes went out of town for business, it seemed odd he’d be gone during the holidays.

“Beck!” his mother yelled up the stairs. “I know you’re here. Your car is in the driveway.”

He sighed and pushed away from the window, making his way downstairs. His mother stood at the bottom, her arms folded and her foot tapping. The look of displeasure on her face was completely his doing, mostly because he’d been avoiding her.

“Were you going to hide up there until you starved?” she asked.

“I was going to come tell you hello,” Beck said. “I needed to put my things away.” And do a little drooling over Mr. Sexy.

“Your father and I have to go out tonight. A dinner with his law firm,” his mom said. “I’ve made some spaghetti and it’s in the fridge. All you have to do is warm it up. There’s a loaf of Italian bread in the pantry, if you’d like some to go with it.”

“You didn’t have to cook for me if you had plans,” Beck said. “I’m capable of taking care of myself.”

She patted his cheek. “You’ll always be my baby boy. I’m going to be busy the next few days planning the Christmas Eve party, so I won’t get to spend much time with you until Christmas Day.”

“It’s fine, Mom. I know how to entertain myself.” Mostly by looking out his bedroom window. “Besides, we’ll have almost a full week after the party before I have to return to campus.”

“I’ve delivered all of the invitations except one,” his mom said. “Will you take this one over to Mr. Wilcox? I’ve been in such a rush I overlooked it.”

She handed him a red envelope with silver writing across the front. Beck took the invitation and smoothed a hand down his wrinkled shirt. He grabbed his leather coat off the hook by the door and pulled it on before stepping out into the snow. Little did his mother realize she’d just given him the best present ever: a reason to talk to their neighbor.

Beck trudged through the ankle-deep snow and walked up the icy steps of Chris Wilcox’s home. He rang the bell and waited, stomping his feet to keep the blood flowing. Shifter or not, it was damn cold outside.

The door swung open and a shirtless Chris stood in the doorway. “Beck. I didn’t realize you were back home.”

“Christmas break, but it’s my senior year, so it won’t be long before I’m back for good. Or at least until I get my own place.”

Chris nodded. “You’re what? Twenty-one now?”

“Only for another month.” Beck held out the envelope. “Mom wanted me to bring this by. It’s your invitation to the Christmas Eve party she throws every year.”

Chris reached out to take it, his fingers brushing against Beck’s. It was enough to make the young shifter shiver, and not from the cold. Chris’s gaze raked over him as he opened the envelope. He scanned the contents of the invitation and frowned a little.

“I’m afraid Paul will not be attending with me,” Chris said.

“Is Mr. Murphy out of town?” Beck asked.

“Yes. Indefinitely.” Chris’s gaze locked on his. “Paul and I are no longer together.”

Beck’s heart leapt at the words, but he tried to hide his excitement. “I’m sorry. I know the two of you were together a long time.”

Chris shrugged. “He found his mate.”

“Maybe you’ll find yours,” Beck said, his voice low as he held the older shifter’s gaze. Beck thought it might be his imagination, but the shifter’s eyes seem to warm as he stared back. He wondered what it would take to not only gain the attention of someone like Chris, but to hold it.