A MELODY IN PARADISE by Tianna Xander

A MELODY IN PARADISE by Tianna Xander

Can Melody convince her best friend's uncles that she is enough woman for the both of them?

When Melody Madison, new first violin, first chair of the New Haven Philharmonic gets strange threatening letters from a deranged fan, she has nowhere to turn. With her family gone, she has only her best friend, Carmen and Carmen's uncles to turn to. Can the men help her in her time of need and will she be able to keep her hands to herself so they can protect her?

When Mitch and Wyatt Baldwin meet their niece's college roommate for the first time, they are shocked to realize that she is their much-anticipated mate. After years of waiting and searching, they find it difficult to believe she has been so close, but yet so far for the last several years. When they find she is being stalked by a fanatical admirer, they take her security into their hands. After all, it is their right and their privilege to protect what is theirs.

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    “I told you we should have gotten better seats.” Hell, it wasn’t as though they couldn’t afford better seats. Mitch scowled down at his companion. “I want to see her. It’s been almost a year.”
  
    So far all he could see was the woman in front and between himself and Wyatt who wore the largest, most hideous hat he’d ever seen in his life. He rested his elbow on the padded armrest and rubbed the spot between his eyes.
  
    “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you had more tender feelings for Carmen than an uncle should have.” Wyatt grinned at him.
  
    “Shh…” a woman complained behind them. “I paid for tickets to hear the orchestra, not to hear you two flapping your lips.”
  
    Mitch fought the urge to look back and growl at the woman. He wanted to express his anger, not scare the woman into wetting her pants. Like all shifter males, he could make his eyes glow in low light and his growl would be that of a male tiger. Somehow, he didn’t think that would go over well in the auditorium.
  
    Instead, he listened to the music and tried to pick out the sound of the violins. He liked classical music, he really did, he just liked being able to see a particular player and pick out the sound of their instrument. Tonight, he wanted that player to be his niece.
  
    He and Wyatt loved Carmen as though she were their daughter. Her parents, killed during the time of the uprising in Paradise, left her in their care. To keep US officials from trying to put her into the system when she attended her first live-in music school at the tender age of twelve, they decided to adopt her in Mason where they knew the long-time sheriff and the county judge.
  
    The two human men knew that Mitchell and Wyatt only had her best interests at heart and finalized the adoption, for Carmen’s safety and wellbeing while out in the world. Many schools of music, like Juilliard, were after all very competitive schools and she would need her uncles close by to lean on.
  
    With that in mind, they even went so far as to move to New York so they would be close by in case she needed them. It was a waste of their time. She’d loved the university and all of the friends she made there.
  
    It wasn’t long after she turned sixteen that she’d come home from Juilliard talking of a girl named Melody. They’d become fast friends and Mitchell couldn’t have been happier for her. Except…she came home carrying the strangest scent. It wasn’t her. He knew that, but he couldn’t place what it was about the scent that made him take notice, other than it made him want to have that scent near him always.
  
    As though obsessed with the smell, he had even gone through her things to find what kind of perfume she wore that could produce such a reaction in him. It wasn’t her perfume. After a week or so, the scent faded from their home and he was able to think of more important things again. Still, the memory remained and every time he saw her, he could smell it on her, this sweet elusive scent that did something strange to his insides.
  
    At first he thought it was only him, but Wyatt finally admitted to smelling it as well after her last visit. What was it that grabbed their attention so fully every time she came home? She wasn’t their mate. They knew that beyond a doubt. Had she been their mate, they would have experienced el calor by now. No, this was something different.
  
    He listened to the orchestra play, still trying to pick out the sound of Carmen’s instrument in vain. He knew she was first violin, second chair, but he also knew the sound he’d zeroed in on wasn’t the first violin part. This was a violin soloist playing a melody, something different from the rest. It was haunting, beautiful. Just as beautiful as the woman he saw playing it. She appeared the same age as Carmen which would make her approximately twenty-two or twenty-three.
  
    Her long hair fell down the long curve of her back in an auburn cascade. The gold highlights shone in the lights that beat down on the stage. Her black dress did nothing to hide the fact that she had a body any shifter male would be proud to sink his **** into.
  
    Curvy in all the right places, she was no frail wraith like most of the women these days. She had meat on her bones and that drew the tiger in him like nothing else could have done.
  
    Her music was that which he’d honed in on when the song started. He looked at her as she played, an expression of complete concentration mixed with something he could only describe as love on her beautiful face.
  
    This woman was first violin first chair and the woman he and Wyatt had been hearing about for the last several years. In fact, Carmen had tried to set them up with her a few times. She was certain her uncles needed a wife and she wanted her best friend to be it. Nothing would make her happier than making Melody Madison a part of their strange little family.
  
    Mitch shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable. Just looking at the woman made his **** hard. Hell, he hadn’t gotten hard just looking at a woman in fifty or more years. What was it about this human woman that made him want her more than he had wanted any woman for years?
  
    Do you see the woman on the edge of the stage, Wyatt? The violinist in front, closest to the conductor?
  
    What about her? Wyatt asked through the mind link they had had for as long as they could remember. Neither of them could remember if they’d had it before their first blood exchange or not. All they knew was that they had exchanged blood regularly to help each other out of binds when they were younger.
  
    Calling for help while outside of Paradise wasn’t an option when they were younger. The old council would have no one leaving the town without permission. Doing just that was something the two of them had done as often as possible when they were children. They knew they were shifters like those in Paradise, but unlike those in the town, they were tiger shifters, not cougars and jaguars like most of the rest.
  
    From what they had learned from their adopted parents, they had been found weeks apart in different parts of the country. Blood tests confirmed they weren’t related, though they were both found near the body of a dead female tiger. Presumed dead, no one knew where their fathers were.
  
    Sometimes he wondered if the council kept such a tight rein on them as children because they feared what they would become. After all, they were tigers. If they desired, they could take out any male shifter in Paradise with their size alone.
  
    She’s beautiful. I believe she’s that Melody Carmen has been yammering on about for the last few years.
  
    He felt Wyatt stretch upward in his seat to look over the woman with the big hat sitting in front of him. They should require these old women to take their huge hats off or sit in the back, he groused before he nodded. I see her. You’re right. She is a looker.
  
    Mitch turned to look at his friend who suddenly wore a strange expression. She brings out something in you, doesn’t she?
  
    Wyatt nodded. I shouldn’t feel this way for Carmen’s best friend, Mitch. Hell, haven’t we been telling Carmen that we wouldn’t touch her little friend?
  
    What they felt was right and what their bodies demanded could be two totally different things. If what he suspected was true, Carmen’s little friend just may be their mate.
  
    What if the scent he’d been picking up on Carmen all of these years had been their mate growing into adulthood, her body preparing itself to breed? He pressed his hands into his lap, trying to control the raging hard-on he sported.

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ONCE WAS LOST by Zenobia Renquist

Last Chance, Alaska. State Park, Wildlife preserve, small town. Population: 1479 humans. And there's the rest of us. Some of us were born here. Some came by choice. Some had nowhere left to run.


Town hall, three bars, a clinic, and a rooming house. Great place to go if you're on the run. No roads in or out. Cars come in by ferry from Juneau -- two hour ride. Summer sun rules day and night. By September the sun sets at 6 pm. Three or four hours of sunlight.


ONCE WAS LOST by Zenobia Renquist


The man of Lorna's dreams has suddenly become a reality.


Her grandfather's dying wish for her to fulfill an old debt brought her out to Last Chance, Alaska. Lorna never thought she would meet the man who used to inhabit her dreams. He should be a figment of her imagination, an imaginary friend she'd long since outgrown. After feeling the way he makes her body come alive, she's glad no one ever told him that.


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Foxy: Once Was Lost
Zenobia Renquist
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Voss watched the woman struggling through the snow and shook his head. She shouldn't have traveled so far from civilization without a snowmobile or a guide. The cold had a way of sneaking up on people who weren't used to or prepared for it. With thick padding, she looked prepared enough, but the stiff way she moved indicated she wasn't used to cold.


He kept pace with her, though she didn't see him. She was too focused on walking, plus his white coat helped him blend with his surroundings. The woman made him curious. She had his medallion, and he wanted to know why, though not enough to make himself known.


Not yet.


When she got closer to the resort and other people, he planned to change to his human form and help her. His presence wouldn't seem strange then. He would be a passerby who'd noticed her plight and decided to help. Besides, there wasn't much he could do for her out in the middle of nowhere. She needed heat.


She faltered and then pitched face first into the snow. Voss waited. He inched forward. One step. Two steps. She wasn't moving. Not a good sign.


He rushed forward and pushed at her shoulder with his nose. She didn't budge. Definitely not a good sign. A change of plans was in order.


He shifted to human, clothed in jeans and waist-length winter coat that zipped up to his nose. The shifter ability to materialize clothing when they changed from animal to human came in handy at times like this. No awkward nudity to explain away. With a little concentration, he produced a large fur cloak, as well. After wrapping the woman in it, he slung her over his shoulder and started jogging back to the resort. "You better appreciate this, missy," he grumbled.


His burden remained silent. He ran faster. Once he neared the resort, he paused long enough to find the woman's room key. The plastic card didn't have anything on it except the hotel's logo. He hated modern technology. In the old days, resorts and hotels had used keys attached to tags that stated the room number.


"Have to do this the old fashioned way." He inhaled deep, catching the woman's soft scent of coconuts on the wind. He followed the scent straight to her room where he laid her on the bed so he could get her clothing off.


He got no further than removing her jacket before he stopped and stood back, regarding her face. "Well now. Isn't this a pleasant surprise? Very interesting."


The black beauty lying unconscious before him was a familiar face. One he'd thought never to see again. He knew her eyes, when she opened them, would be a soft amber color that shone with flecks of gold when she was happy and when she was excited.


Memories of her excitement and its effect on him haunted his dreams. He hurried and removed the rest of her clothing. She hadn't changed. Breasts that filled his hands and made him want to suck them at every moment. Full hips he knew made the perfect handles to hold his lover steady for his intrusion. An ass he just wanted to bite or smack depending on his mood.


The direction of his thoughts had him hard and heavy, wanting to bury his dick deep and wake her up to his passion. He wouldn't. He couldn't. But it was very tempting.


He pushed an errant strand of straightened black hair from her forehead before he ran a single finger down her cheek. He indulged a smirk. "Very, very interesting."


The chill of her skin got him back on task. He removed the rest of her clothing, put her beneath the covers, and then got in the bed beside her. With a thought, his clothes disappeared. He pulled the woman close, holding her against his chest.


"Do me a favor and don't scream when you wake up," he said in a low voice, not expecting a response but needing to say the words.


It would be a while before she woke up. He shifted a little, getting comfortable so he could catch a nap until his little burden regained consciousness. Human bodies were too awkward, especially when they were aroused. In his fox form, he could curl up and be asleep in no time. This woman's explanation better make his stint in this form worth it.


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SPLINTERED by Sam Cheever

Last Chance, Alaska. State Park, Wildlife preserve, small town. Population: 1479 humans. And there's the rest of us. Some of us were born here. Some came by choice. Some had nowhere left to run.

Town hall, three bars, a clinic, and a rooming house. Great place to go if you're on the run. No roads in or out. Cars come in by ferry from Juneau -- two hour ride. Summer sun rules day and night. By September the sun sets at 6 pm. Three or four hours of sunlight.

SPLINTERED by Sam Cheever

Current climate in Last Chance, Alaska: Mostly sunny, with a chance of partly furry.

Life isn't going well for Vivica Breckenridge. Recently relocated to Last Chance, Alaska, she expects things to be a little squiggy for a while as she acclimates to a whole new place, with new people and new ways of doing things. But she has no idea how squiggy things are going to get. Until she wakes up one morning with fur over only part of her body. Things can't get much weirder than that!

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Foxy: Splintered
Sam Cheever
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The crowd around the food table had increased to the point that it was hard to move. But nobody was paying any attention to the food at the moment. All eyes were turned to one side of the room. Everyone listened to a speaker by the outside door.

A woman's voice behind her said, "Oh, my God, did you see him?"

Another voice said breathlessly, "Kinda hard to miss..."

Viv recognized Crevan's dark, sexy voice, and she stood on her tiptoes to see who he was talking to. All she could see was a thick mop of dark blond hair a few inches below his.

Crevan towered above just about everyone else in the room, so it was no surprise the person standing next to him was shorter, but something about the way Crevan kept glancing toward the other man made Viv realize he was important. She had a sudden, uncontrollable urge to cross the room. Without making a conscious decision to do so, she started moving.

"So, with no further blathering on my part, I would like to introduce Dr. Cary Reigns."

Thunderous applause filled the small cabin. Someone whistled next to Viv's ear and she ducked, covering her ear. "Sorry, hon."

Viv nodded and continued working her way to the door. She needed to get some fresh air, and she could get the introduction to the old codger of a doctor over with on the way out. As she fought her way to the front, she finally spotted her sister and Sin called to her, motioning for her to join them.

Viv's nose twitched and her sexual core tightened. She suddenly found it hard to breathe and thought she might pass out if she didn't get some air. But Viv was small, and the crowd was packed tight. Sin saw her predicament and leaned toward Crevan, speaking quietly in his ear.
Crevan touched his fiancÈe's arm and started toward Viv. Like magic, the crowd parted to let him through.

Viv smiled up at him as he offered her his hand. "M'lady, I'll be your escort through the craziness this evening."

Viv gave him a mock curtsy. "My hero! Now, if you had a white horse out there that I could escape on I'd be most grateful."

Crevan shook his head. "'Fraid not, princess. Tonight you have to stay here amongst your lowly subjects." His voice was playful, but the look he gave her as he spoke brooked no argument. Viv swallowed a sigh and nodded. "Okay, brave knight. Lead on."

Her sister was standing in front of the good doctor, blocking Viv's view of him. But as she and Crevan approached, Sin turned. "Ah, here she is." Sin grabbed Viv's hand and stood on her tiptoes to kiss her yummy future husband. "Thank you, sweetie."

He gave her a soft, lingering kiss. "My pleasure, pretty fox."

Viv had heard him call her sister that before. She kept forgetting to ask her sister why.
"Dr. Reigns, this is my sister Vivica."

Viv looked at the doctor for the first time. Her stomach jumped. Her heart sped. And her thighs tightened.

"Hello, Ms. Breckenridge."

Viv stared at him, unable to respond. He was a Greek god. Despite the fact that he looked small next to Crevan, she judged him to be well over six feet tall. He had a thick mane of unruly dark blond hair that stuck up in a cute little tuft at the back of his head and lay in a fringe across his forehead. His eyes were deep pools of blue-gray, set off by dense dark blond lashes. His nose was strong, almost large, with the tiniest bump in the center that saved it from being too perfect. His bottom lip was full, the top slightly less so, and his cheeks were lean, smoothly shaven but with a shadow that told her he had to shave often to keep up. He had a strong jaw and a muscular neck, as if he lifted weights. Though his body was long, without an ounce of extra fat to pad it, he looked strong rather than thin and didn't appear in the least weak. In fact, for a doctor, he was in premium condition. To top it all off, his voice was like molten lava, burrowing into her awareness and creating hot little divots of need everywhere it touched.

Viv swallowed hard and extended her hand, thinking she'd probably combust when she touched him. In an attempt to alleviate some of the heat he'd created in her, Viv tried to lighten things up. "What's up, Doc?"

* * *

Cary blinked. For just a second the incredible creature standing before him had sprouted ears. They'd been the cutest, fuzziest white ears, sticking almost straight up from the top of her beautiful head, but they'd definitely been there one second and gone the next.

No one else had seemed to notice, so he thought he must have imagined it. He couldn't help thinking it was a strange trick for his mind to play the first time he laid eyes on a gorgeous female.

To cover his confusion, he laughed. "Like I haven't heard that one before."

Vivica Breckenridge chewed her bottom lip, but her smile stayed fixed. "Sorry, I couldn't resist."

She was petite, probably no taller than five foot four inches, and wore her silky black hair in a classy bob that angled down her chin. Her brown eyes were wide, filled with mischief, and lined in kohl-colored lashes that looked as if they were an inch long. They fluttered against her silky brown cheek charmingly as she glanced at their clasped hands. Her nose was short and narrow, widening at the end, and the delicate nostrils flared softly as she looked him over. Her lips were lush, full, and sexy beneath chocolate-brown lipstick.

He had a sudden, irrepressible desire to nibble those lips. Cary held onto her exquisitely soft hand. His fingers didn't seem to want to release it. Instead, he gave it a little tug, pulling her close so he could lower his voice conspiratorially. "I'll forgive you if you'll stay with me and help me navigate this shindig. I have to admit I'm not really a fan of parties."

Her dark brown eyes sparkled mischievously, and he regretted the small confidence immediately. "Really? I never would have guessed."

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DIRK'S LOVE by Marisa Chenery

DIRK'S LOVE by Marisa Chenery

Roxie's Protectors

Dirk has worked tirelessly to create an online dating service to help male werewolves find their mortal mates. Having hired a mortal female to assist him, when he meets her face-to-face for the very first time, Dirk is smitten with her beauty and finds himself breathless as he realizes the very thing he's spent a lifetime looking for - his mate - is finally within his reach. Her proximity alone sets his mating urge off in an instant.

Ryann, completely absorbed with raising her precious son for the last two years, has been without a man in her life for far too long. But when she sees Dirk in person for the very first time and he reawakens the sexual cravings of her neglected body, Ryann hungers not only for his touch but also yearns for the day her new boss will think of her as more than just his employee. She doesn't have long to wait because it turns out Dirk has been searching for her his whole life.

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Chapter One

Dirk walked into the upstairs room Roxie used as her office. He and Roxie had spent so many hours working on his secret project—including the time he was on duty protecting her—he felt as if he practically lived in this beautiful mansion Roxie shared with her mate, Beowulf. Now that they’d completed what they’d worked so hard on, Dirk didn’t know if he should feel sad about it or not. He’d rather enjoyed his time brainstorming with Roxie.
Watching her typing away on her desktop computer, he smiled. Roxie was just as much an Internet junkie as he was. She was also an exceptional web designer. She’d taught him everything he knew about HTML and coding pages.

“Hey, Rox,” he said as he stepped farther into the room.

She turned her head away from the computer monitor, her hands still moving on the keyboard. “Hi, Dirk. Are you ready for your big reveal?”

He groaned to himself. He still didn’t think this was such a great idea, but Roxie had insisted. And since she was the foretold one who ruled over all the werewolf packs, he pretty much had to do whatever she said. Dirk was just one of her Protectors.
“I’m still not keen on it,” he said. “The others are going to think I’m an idiot for doing this. You know that’s the main reason why I’ve kept my mouth shut about this project for the last year. And why I swore you to secrecy.”

Roxie rose and walked around the desk until she stood in front of him. “There’s no backing out. You should be proud of what you’ve accomplished. I think you came up with something that will help a lot of male werewolves. If your brothers-in-arms can’t handle it, then they’re the fools. And I left Saskia out of that group on purpose. I know she’ll side with me.”

Saskia was the leader of the Protectors, while Roan, Jager, Leif, Skylar, Kye and he made up the rest of the group. They were so close they’d basically formed their own pack and lived together in a mansion in Marin County.
“It’s a given that Leif will say something. He won’t be able to help himself. Jaden may have reined him back a bit, but Leif still talks shit when the mood strikes him, or if he wants to rile one of us up.”

Roxie waved his concerns away with a flick of her hand. “Forget about Leif. If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll keep his comments to himself. You’ve worked very hard on this, and I won’t let him spoil your moment. If he does try to be a jackass, I’ll order him to shift into his wolf form, then use my magic to keep him like that for a day so I can chain his butt outside in the backyard.”

Being the foretold one, Roxie had more magic inside her than the typical werewolf. Her trick of chaining a werewolf out in her backyard like a dog had been put to use a few times already. To be on the receiving end was humiliating, to say the least.

“That still doesn’t make me feel any more confident,” Dirk said.

Roxie punched him in the arm. “Stop doing that to yourself.”

He rubbed the spot where she’d hit him. “Ow. And doing what to myself?”

“Feeling as if you should be ashamed. You should feel proud instead.”

“Fine. I guess I’ll do it your way, not that you’ve left me with any choice in the matter.”
“No, I didn’t. If I had, you wouldn’t tell them.”

Damn right he wouldn’t have. He was nine hundred and fifty years old and had spent most of his adult years—which were many—fighting with a sword in his hand. His little project was so beyond that it wasn’t even funny. He was a warrior through and through, but this could quite possibly make him look like a big wuss in his brothers-in-arms’ eyes.
Roxie turned back to her desk and picked up the closed laptop resting on its surface. “Come on, let’s go downstairs and make your big reveal.”
She brushed past him and headed out the door. Dirk slowly followed behind Roxie. He’d bite the bullet and get it over with as quickly as possible.
Once they reached the bottom of the stairs, he fell in behind her as she walked toward the living room where his entire “family” sat waiting. More than one of them had asked him what this “meeting” was all about, but he’d given nothing away.
“About time you two came down,” Kye said as Dirk and Roxie came to a stop in the middle of the room.
Kye sat on one of the couches while his mate, Michaela, sat next to him. They’d been mated for only the last six months. The others in the room were Saskia and Eli, Roan and Ansley, Jager and Daylen, Skylar and Braelyn, and Leif and Jaden. Jaden sat on her mate’s lap while Leif’s large hand rubbed her six-months pregnant belly. Roxie’s mate, Beowulf, sat on the floor playing with their nine-month-old daughter, Nevaeh, and her toys. The gang was all here. There would be no getting out of it now.

“Yeah, we were wondering if you two got sidetracked upstairs and forgot about us,” Roan said. “And it wouldn’t be the first time.”
Roxie gave him a pointed stare and cleared her throat. She refused to respond to Roan’s comment, and said, “You’re all probably wondering why I asked you to come to this meeting.”

Jager groaned. “Please don’t tell me you’re pregnant again.”
Roxie sighed. “No, Jager, I’m not expecting another baby. This has to do with Dirk, not me.”

Dirk felt all eyes turn his way. Stupidly, a wave of uncertainty washed through him. He had a feeling this was going to blow up in his face. He just knew it. He opened his mouth to tell Roxie to forget about what she’d planned, but she spoke again.

“It’s finally time to reveal the project I’ve helped Dirk bring to fruition,” she said with a smile.
She opened the laptop and shifted to a spot where everyone in the room would be able to see it. The others leaned in for a closer look as Beowulf picked up Nevaeh then stood so he was nearer.

“Mate Connection. What the hell is that?” Jager asked, blunt as usual.
“Oh. Oh, I know,” Ansley said. “It’s an online dating service. Right?”
At Dirk’s nod, Leif burst out laughing. And it didn’t help that the rest of his brothers-in-arms laughed along with him. The only males in the room who didn’t were Beowulf and Eli, mostly because their mates looked at them, just daring them to join in. Dirk felt as if he should go climb under a rock somewhere.

“Oh, god,” Leif said between laughs. “An online dating service? Really? Couldn’t you come up with something better than that?” He then started to laugh again, but harder.
“Shut up,” Roxie said with a loud growl. “All of you.” The room instantly went silent. “Listen up, boneheads. No more laughing at Dirk or you’ll get better acquainted with my backyard, if you know what I mean? It was seeing each one of you find your mates—your mortal mates—that prompted Dirk to come up with this idea to have a website where male werewolves can look around to find potential mortal women.”
“I think that’s a wonderful idea,” Jaden said as she gave her mate a smack to the back of the head. Leif cringed in response.

The rest of the women quickly agreed, which made Dirk feel a trifle better. At least the females of his family sided with him. It was a start.
“Okay, I can see that having some merit,” Skylar said. “But what makes your service any different than the mortal ones already out there? Male werewolves could search them just as easily as yours.”
“Good question,” Roxie replied. She then turned to Dirk. “Well, Dirk, why don’t you answer Skylar since you haven’t said a word yet.”
He took a deep breath. “All right. What makes mine different is that the questionnaire the females have to fill out is geared more toward a male werewolf. It isn’t obvious, but the answers the women give will determine whether or not they would be acceptable to one of our kind.”

“How did you go about compiling those kinds of questions?” Beowulf asked.

Dirk smiled. “It was easy enough. I hired a psychologist, who also happens to be a werewolf, to write them up for me. And I think she hit the nail right on the head.”
“So I take it you’re going to somehow get word of the website out to the packs,” said Roan. “If it starts to take off, aren’t you going to find it hard to keep up with your protection duties as well?”
“Not really. I’ve already hired an employee. She’ll be working from home and taking on some of the responsibilities.”
“You’ve hired a woman?” Jager asked. “A mortal woman, I take it?”

Dirk nodded. “Yes, she’s mortal. Her name is Ryann. Every time I’ve talked to her on the phone she seems like a real go-getter.”
“You gave her the job without meeting her face-to-face?”
“Nowadays, especially with an internet business, everything is done online. Even the hiring of employees,” Dirk said. “Not that I should have to explain myself to you, Jager.”
“Dirk, are you hoping you can meet your mate through it as well?” Daylen asked softly.
He nodded again. “Yeah, I am.”
Being the last member of his family to become mated sucked. He hadn’t said anything to any of them, but he yearned for what all of them had found. He hated being alone. Dirk had been doing a lot of searching for the one woman meant for him ever since his brothers-in-arms started finding their mates. So far, he’d come up empty-handed. Even Beowulf’s nightclub, Wulf’s Den, hadn’t worked for him. Longing for his would-be mate and wanting to find her was just part of the reason why he’d come up with the idea for his online dating service. He’d been the first person to fill out a Mate Connection questionnaire.
Ansley sighed. “I think you’ll find her, Dirk. It sounds as if you have the whole site well on its way to doing what you set it up for. I wish you the best of luck with it.”

“Thanks, Ansley.”
Roxie closed the laptop. “Now that you all know, I guess this meeting is over.” She turned to Dirk. “Don’t you have another one to get to soon, Mr. Boss?”

He smiled. “I do. I’m meeting Ryann for lunch in about twenty minutes.”
“Then what are you waiting for? Get going.”
More than relieved to have this part of his day over with, Dirk nodded then turned and walked out of the room. He headed for the front door, thinking he’d have plenty of time to get to the restaurant ahead of Ryann. He wanted to be there before she arrived to organize his thoughts on how he wanted their first meeting in person to go.

It wasn’t too far of a drive from Roxie and Beowulf’s place. It also was a nice and bright San Francisco day. Dirk slipped on a pair of sunglasses and took the top down on his gray metallic BMW 335is convertible. He actually looked forward to seeing Ryann. They’d talked so much over the phone since he’d hired her two weeks before, he felt as if he’d known her for a lot longer than that.
They also worked well together. And with her background, Ryann was just the kind of person he needed to help out with the service.
He pulled into the lot of the Japanese restaurant he’d chosen and parked the car. Dirk had become hooked on sushi about six months before and couldn’t get enough of the stuff. He found himself coming to this place at least once a week to feed his new addiction.
After getting out of his car, Dirk walked to the entrance of the restaurant, stepped inside the vestibule, then pulled open the glass door that led to the main section. The place had a definite Asian flare to it. As usual, already quite a few people were there eating. He’d learned early on to make sure he had a reservation.
Greeted by the hostess, he gave his name, saying he would have another person joining him shortly. The woman led him to a booth and left two menus on the table. Dirk’s stomach growled as he looked one over, promptly deciding what he’d order first. The thing he loved about this sushi place was that it was all-you-can-eat. Each menu item had a number, which had to be filled out on a form with the amount desired on a small slip of paper. The wait staff—whoever happened to see it first—picked it up, and shortly after that, the freshly prepared food arrived at the table. Someone could order as much and as many things as they wanted, so long as they finished everything before ordering more. Not that Dirk had any problem in that regard.

Dirk pulled in a deep breath, his mouth watering at the smell of raw fish, rice, and the other items the restaurant served. Being a werewolf, he liked any kind of meat practically uncooked, so raw fish was right up his alley.
As Dirk tried to think through what he wanted to say to Ryann, he drew in another breath then one more quickly after that. His whole body stiffened—along with his cock—when he detected a new scent added to the mix of others around him. Dirk held the menu tighter as the one thing he’d longed to feel surged through him, roaring to life—his mating urge.
He looked up to find a woman standing at the side of the table, smiling at him. Dirk latched his gaze onto hers, unable to do anything but stare. She was gorgeous, with long black hair that fell over her shoulders. Friendly looking light blue eyes gazed back at him. He filled his lungs again with her scent, reveling in the fact she was the one meant for him. His mating urge rode his ass hard, making it almost impossible to think beyond the need to claim her as his.
She stuck out her hand. “You must be Dirk. I’m Ryann.”
Dirk stood and wrapped his much larger one around hers and shook it. He had to fight with himself not to yank her forward and devour her with his mouth. His cock throbbed in time with his rapidly beating heart, pushing against the zipper of his jeans.
“Nice to finally meet you, Ryann,” he said in a voice that had gone husky as he forced himself to let go.
“And it’s nice to put a face to the voice. Just to start off, I have to apologize. My sitter bailed on me at the last minute. I hope you don’t mind that I had to bring my son along. This is Tyler.”

Dirk’s gaze dropped to the small boy who stood next to Ryann, clutching her hand. The first thing that popped into his mind was: Oh, shit. My mate is already married.

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FOXED by Sam Cheever

FOXED by Sam Cheever

Sinopa Breckenridge is restless. Something is bubbling just under her skin, making her shiver and sweat at the same time. She's noticed other changes too, like enhanced hearing, and the ability to see things she shouldn't be able to see in the dark. But more important, are the sexual changes. Her skin is so sensitive...her sexual core wound so tight...that she can barely think anymore.

So she's taken leave from her job as a magazine columnist and she's escaping to Last Chance, Alaska, to the cabin in the woods her grandmother left her in her will. She hasn't been there since she was a small girl, but she remembers it was very remote and quiet there. A good place, she thinks, to get a handle on whatever is going on with her body.

But she doesn't count on Crevan Dakota. He appears to be part of the countryside in her remote little part of the world at Last Chance. And, from the very first he sets his sights on Sinopa. His very presence ruins any chance she has of taming the beast clawing for release under her skin. In fact, being with him is about to set the beast free. And it's possible that neither of them is ready for what happens next!

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Dire Wolves: Foxed
Sam Cheever
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Sin walked around the railing to the bow of the wide, low-slung ferryboat. A brisk wind skimmed across the icy water, carrying the coolness over her heated skin with the efficiency of a high-end air conditioning unit.

She closed her eyes, dropped her head back, and sighed with pleasure. The scent of the ocean brought memories flooding back. Memories she'd thought were long forgotten. Memories from a much simpler time.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Sin's eyes flew open, and she turned toward the deep, slightly raspy voice. The owner of the voice leaned against the railing a few feet away, his golden eyes sparking with good humor.

"What?"

He cocked his dark head, his grin widening. "You had the most beautiful smile on your face."

Embarrassment brought heat to Sin's face. "Oh. Yes. I was remembering my visits to Last Chance as a child."

The gold eyes widened. "You lived here when you were young?"

She frowned. "How do you know I don't live here now?" Maybe they didn't have any black people in Last Chance since her Granna died.

He straightened and closed the distance between them, his stride long and loose. "Because I live here, and I'm sure I would have noticed you before this." He extended a large hand. "Name's Crevan... Dakota."

She clasped the offered hand and felt its extreme heat, the calluses on the long fingers. "I'm Sin..." When his eyes widened she laughed. "Sorry, Sinopa Breckenridge."

"Ah. Audra."

She blinked at him for a beat before realizing what he meant. "You knew my granna?"

"I did, casually. She died a couple of years back, didn't she?" Something about the way the sexy gold gaze held hers told her he knew exactly when her Granna had died. She got the impression not much escaped Crevan Dakota's notice.

Sin nodded, noting the slight tightening of his jaw. Maybe he knew what had happened that night.

"My brothers and I used to play down by the creek. The area in front of her cabin had the widest beach, with the cleanest sand."

Warmth slid through her at the memory. "It did, didn't it? I remember that."

"Some of the others who lived out there wouldn't let us play in front of their properties, but Miss Audra never minded. In fact, she used to bring us lemonade and cookies."

"I always loved my time in that cabin."

"So you're moving back?"

The question shocked her. She wasn't sure why. It shouldn't have. "For a while, yes." She guessed she was having trouble committing to the idea.

A bell started to jangle above their heads, and she realized they were close to land. Crevan's gaze slipped over her again and grew speculative. She couldn't shake the sense he was seeing more than she wanted him to. After an uncomfortable moment he extended his hand again, this time engulfing hers in both of his. "Welcome back to Last Chance, Sin. Despite the name, it's really a beginning rather than an ending."

Her cheeks felt tight when she returned his smile.

"Mr. Dakota? We'll be docking in a few minutes."

Crevan turned to the man standing just inside the cabin door. The ferryboat captain was small and wiry, with bulging muscles and a weather-reddened face.

"Thanks, Steve."

The captain inclined his head at Sin, giving her a look that made her shudder. "Ma'am."

She glanced away, uncomfortable under his scrutiny.

Crevan lifted her hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. Just a tender touch of warm lips that made the skin beneath his soft lips tingly and warm. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you around."

She barely managed a nod as he turned away and sauntered toward the cabin. His stride was easy and sure despite the jerk and roll of a docking boat beneath his feet.

And as she watched those long legs, tight round buttocks, and broad shoulders disappear inside the cabin, the beast under her skin rose up and snapped its teeth, demanding release.

Sin groaned and swiped a hand over her clammy brow. She hoped she hadn't made a huge mistake coming to Last Chance.

She strongly suspected she might have.

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GHOST PEPPER: AHORA by BA Tortuga

GHOST PEPPER: AHORA by BA Tortuga

Tony and Adam are determined to get their girl back. Vicki has gone missing, and as volatile as she is, it's not like her to just leave them, especially so close to the first moon. Finding her trashed motorcycle in the desert doesn't give them a whole lot of hope, though.

Lost and unable to remember anything, Vicki doesn't know what to believe. Tony and Adam are strangers to her, but she knows they're hot as the elusive ghost pepper. Can the boys convince her to come home like they want to, ahora? Now?

Available at Torquere Press, Amazon and All Romance Ebooks.

Author's Note: Ahora came from a What-If game in Las Vegas during the EAA Convention on a shuttle bus. I'm sure my fellow passengers were amused...

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~Excerpt~

"Who ate the last of the peanut butter?" Vicki slammed the cabinet door, the empty Jiff jar in her hand. Seriously? How fucking hard was it to throw the fucking jar away? Tell her. She'd made the fucking drive to town just yesterday for groceries.

"'Tonio did it," Adam said, not even glancing up from his magazine.

The magazine she'd picked up for him at the damned store!

"Did not. Adam's a fuckhead." Tony at least looked at her from over the pile of electronics he was systematically fucking up, dark eyes completely unconcerned.

She was going to kill them both. They were... lazy, insensitive, rude asshats!

Adam grinned at her finally, pushed the heavy mass of blond hair away from his face. "Okay, it was me. I forgot. Sue me."

She looked at him, then threw the peanut butter jar at his head, hard.

"Hey!" It barely missed him, possibly grazing his ear. "Are you fixing to start?"

"What?" She was going to bite his face off. Start? "Are you afraid I'll be in heat tomorrow and we'll get hung up?"

Lady save her from living with asshole males. Why she was the one who needed two frigging...

"You sure are bitchy for no reason, querida." Tony shrugged, looking so put-upon.

"No reason? No fucking reason? Y'all have been assholes all fucking day!" First there was the fact that she'd made a breakfast and no one had bothered to get their lazy asses up to even eat it. Then someone had dribbled all over the toilet seat and hadn't clean up after himself. Farts so bad that the bedroom smelled like a dog pen. Then her leathers had been crumpled up and... gnawed on.

Why the fuck did she get saddled with not one, but two mates?

Two shiftless, flea-infested, butthead mates. She was so out of there.

She flipped them off -- not that either one of the little shits noticed -- and grabbed her helmet and her leather jacket on the way.

Turds.

Fuckweasels.

Furbags.

She jumped on her Harley, slammed on her helmet. It was time to get the hell out of Dodge for a few hours, let the wind blow out her shitty mood.

Otherwise she'd just kill them both.

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MOONLIGHT & MUSTANGS by Cheryl Dragon

MOONLIGHT AND MUSTANGS by Cheryl Dragon

Phases Series, Book Eleven

Mustang roundups by the government are nothing new out west. When two horses turn up on Diane's ranch, she isn't shocked until they turn into hot men then have sex in her barn.

The shifters ask for her help, but letting them stay the night turns into much more. All the extra hands help with the chores and fulfill her needs...but wild mustangs deserve to roam and Diane won't saddle them - bareback is a much better ride!

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Roaming the great plains of Nevada with the wind whipping through his mane, Marshall Featherstone was one with the earth. His ancestors had lived here, taming dogs and horses to work with them. Those days called to his animal side, the times before reservations and government dictated the fate of his people. Looking at his mate, Buck, a perfect, splotchy-paint horse, it felt damn near perfect. All their muscles and free mustang spirits were unleashed as they ran with a mass of untamed horses.

Not all the horses shifted to human form, most didn’t, but Marshall loved that part—being free to explore their true totem and run with the real thing. He and Buck James both loved the wild and rugged land north of Vegas. Bright lights and big cities weren’t for them. Yet, they’d wandered through most of their twenties and had yet to find the female to complete their life. They needed that final piece for them to set down roots and build a home. Marshall wanted a place to call home. Their nomadic days needed to come to an end.

A new noise spooked the horses. Beyond the thunder of hundreds of hooves, Marshall heard something cut the air. Spotlights came down on them, and the group angled in a new trajectory. Fear and panic were fragrant in their reactions. Looking to Buck, Marshall was concerned. The man was sensitive, but in mustang form, he gave in and went wild. He’d earned his nickname “Buck” from his horse behavior.

Other horses pushed into Buck, and one fell. The contact set off Buck, and he kicked and stomped, finally rearing like a rodeo horse trying to dump a rider. Marshall maneuvered out of the group as best he could and came around to his mate. It was unnatural horse behavior, but he couldn’t leave his man. Nothing would separate them.

Losing sight of Buck sent Marshall’s heart pounding. Glimpses helped but a larger horse bounded by and knocked Buck off balance and to the ground. The sounds of vehicles grew closer, and Marshall knew it was a government roundup.

Wild mustangs were dying from disease and lack of food. He could see the ribs of many of the true horses running along the path. The wild grasses were sparse, and the drought and wild fires out west weren’t helping matters, but nature could be rough. Survival of the fittest was how animals lived. Breaking their spirit with saddles didn’t mean salvation for this breed.

No matter what Uncle Sam wanted, no one was taking him and Buck. That would be too dangerous. Finally, Marshall found Buck, who was back on his hooves. Marshall moved in next to him. The bumps and bruises didn’t show yet, but Buck’s gait was off.

They should’ve known better than to shift and go out during the Hunter’s Moon. Mustangs had no natural predators here, but they forgot that man was always the supreme hunter. In some way, man had to dominate every inch of earth and the animals on it.

Marshall picked up the pace and tried to get to the farthest right side of the group so they could veer off to avoid capture. As much as Buck tried, he couldn’t keep up. They’d fall back and be caught for sure. If they were lucky, they could escape, but if they were discovered, Marshall didn’t want to think about what might happen to them.

Generations had kept the secret of animal shifters, people so connected to their animal totem and the spirit of the wild they could become one with them. Shifting between animal and human form was a gift, and the government wouldn’t let them waltz out of custody with that power.

Marshall and Buck would not be the ones to betray their legacy and expose their existence. Buck snorted, and Marshall knew the pain was getting to his lover. When Buck darted out of the group and off down a trail, Marshall followed and prayed no one else did. The herd mentality was sometimes hard to shake, but so many of the other horses were bounding toward the trap that Marshall and Buck broke free.

No one seemed to notice. No one followed.

Buck galloped down the path toward a fence. One of the boards was broken. Marshall turned as Buck crashed through at the weak spot and entered private property.

Marshall turned and trotted to the fence and followed Buck. They might get shot. Weird ranchers sometimes wielded rifles before they saw it was a harmless animal. Marshall waited for some old coot with no teeth and a long beard to rush out of the house. But the pair made it into the barn before anyone appeared. It was a good hiding spot. The government couldn’t invade private property—well, they could and had, but for a couple of horses? It wasn’t worth the potential lawsuit.

Inside, Buck shook his head and paced slowly. They were stronger in animal form, but sharing energy for healing was far more erotic in human form. Marshall nudged Buck’s neck, and the connection helped. The energy sparked, but Marshall sensed Buck’s pain. They needed to rest. This would be safe for now. If they were lucky, no one was home and they could stay the night.

The rustling of feathers made Marshall look to the back of the barn. He didn’t see anything, but the noise seemed to be coming from farther back on property. Feet stomped the ground. Someone lived here and owned those animals. Maybe they were away? Or it was an old deaf guy who wouldn’t be bothered to come out now. Marshall tried to be hopeful. He’d make sure he and Buck were gone by morning.

The pounding of hooves stopped, and Marshall knew the government had the horses in their gates. All those horses were now captives and fenced in for life. The quiet made Marshall’s skin twitch. Only the bird sounds and Buck’s heavy breathing filled the air now. Then a door slammed in the distance. Buck startled and exhaled loudly.

Buck’s injury could be many things, a broken rib or just a bad bruise. Marshall needed to get Buck to human form and look at him, but as the footsteps grew closer, they had a bigger problem to deal with first. They could try to run but Buck wouldn’t last long. There were other ranches, but would they find a safe one before Buck gave out? Marshall had trusted nature to guide him through is life. He had to trust again that they’d made it to the right place to survive.

Dealing with the human world was necessary and not unwelcome, but shifters had to be careful. They lived for the freedom and would die trying to protect each other. Whoever the rancher was, Marshall would die before he’d fall into government hands or let Buck be shot. The big debate was in what form to face the rancher. Human or horse?



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HEALING IN PARADISE by Tianna Xander

HEALING IN PARADISE by Tianna Xander

After an accident that changes her life forever, Anna decides to take a trip to meet an online friend. Who knows, healing in Paradise may be just what she needs to bring her life back into perspective.

In the middle of the search for another of their alpha female’s long-lost sisters, Blake, Ryder and Tucker are called home to attend to a sick aunt. When they get there, he finds one very beautiful and familiar redhead. Having searched the country for her, they are surprised to find her healing in Paradise.

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Anna didn’t know what it was, but something about all three of them stirred a place deep inside her she’d thought dormant. Ever since the accident, she hadn’t felt a fascination for anyone of the opposite sex. Now, as she stood here staring at these three men, she could feel the heat of their attraction deep in her belly. The heat flared out and she felt herself grow wet.

Just as she started to approach the table to take their order, Sarah sauntered over and hugged the tallest of the three. “It’s good to see you again, Blake. Where have you three been hiding out?”

“You know I would never hide from my favorite girl.” He smiled up at her as he snaked an arm around her waist to return her embrace.

She slapped him on the shoulder. “Everyone knows your aunt is your favorite girl, so stop trying to flatter me. Besides,” she paused, then gave him a level stare. “You wouldn’t want me to think you’re serious.” She slapped at his hands as he attempted to pull her into his lap. “If you don’t stop that, I’ll tell your aunt.” She grinned. “You know I’m not above tattling and she will still take you over her knee, no matter how big you’ve gotten.”

Though she didn’t remember moving, somehow Anna had grown close enough to see the laugh lines around his eyes. He looked as though he was in his mid-thirties, but she of all people, knew looks could be deceiving.

Sarah glanced up, saw her staring and, like any good boss, gave her something to do. “Anna, go get these three flirts some water while I take their orders, would you?”

“Yeah, and turn our order in to the cook while you’re at it. Maybe it’ll get done sometime today,” some jerk from the table she’d just left called out.

Anna thinned her lips and hoped the cook dropped his burger on the floor before putting it on the bun for him. While she didn’t blame the man for giving her a verbal shove in the right direction, there were better ways he could have gone about it.

Spurred to action more from embarrassment than anything else, Anna hurried to the kitchen, hung up her orders and went to get the water for the three men with whom Sarah seemed so familiar.

As she returned with the water, her hands ached from holding the slippery glasses, wet from condensation. Her fingers arced around the glasses, her new skin stretching tight. Her hands still ached when she used them to grip tight, but what better therapy was there than hard work?

She’d just leaned over to place the glasses on the table when the bell over the door rang. Anna looked up…and saw herself walk through the door.

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