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Blog Hop for ‘Love & Lust in Space’ Anthology…

I am delighted to welcome you to my blog where I am going to tell you about my story in the ‘Love & Lust in Space’ anthology.

14996571_988946647918022_1970053693_nThey say your screams can’t be heard in space… Unless you have a partner or two! Eleven authors take you on a trip where any pairings are acceptable, locations vary from spaceships to strange and futuristic worlds, and interesting and exciting objects can be used in sex play.

If randy astronauts, virtual reality lovers, sex in near-death situations, a commitment phobe human and her alien lover, and reproduction in space experiments don’t do anything for you, you are clearly not human! So try the stories in the alien worlds half of the anthology, instead. Here you’ll find alien Doms, a mysterious  gladiator saving a stricken princess, an exotic dancer, a paid assassin on the run, an illegal sonic dilda’tor, and a pleasure booth. Space has never been so exciting!

My story is entitled The Alien Gladiator’s Princess….

On the alien world of Yalaria, where men are no longer able to perform sexually unless their arousal is triggered by a woman going into heat, the Princess Kenara is set to have her first heat brought on while witnessing the spectacle of captured aliens in a gladiatorial contest. She will then be bred publicly.

Destin might have been captured but has no intention of playing by the Yalarian’s rules. The other aliens forced into competing against him are no match for his superior body and skills and he is certainly not going to stand by and watch a woman be taken against her will, especially not one he has decided is going to be his.

Princess Kenara will make the perfect hostage to allow Destin’s escape plan to work, the only problem is he has no intention of giving her back.


Here’s a sneaky peek to get you in the mood…

Kenara looked back and forth, from the crowd, to the bodies skirmishing in front of her. She deliberately didn’t try to crane her neck to see her father where he sat. The thought of him watching her made her stomach clench. What she did notice was a mirage, a crazy spot of stillness amidst all the frenetic activity. It couldn’t be real. It looked like a man, standing tall and calm, despite the pandemonium all around. He was as still and unreal as water in a desert. Kenara wanted to take a drink of him.

That’s when she felt it; a pulse within her core, a tendril of lust unravelling.

His body was magnificent—strong, defined, oiled, golden, gleaming in the sun. It was his very presence that Kenara could not look away from, though. He stood refusing, or choosing not to, join in the fray, and in that moment he appeared to Kenara to be everything a man should be.

She nearly fainted when he started striding towards her.

Her heart pounded. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of her neck. It caught for a moment on the corner of her collarbone before falling towards her cleavage, her now more significant cleavage. Kenara looked down at her body. Two nipples protruded from her breasts. She blinked. If she’d had a hand free she would have followed the impulse to poke one, or both. Instead, she looked up to the man nearly upon her. His eyes bored into hers as he took the last two steps bringing him up to the bars of her cage.

If you want to read more you know what to do … here is the buy link (it will take you to the Amazon in your country): https://mybk.li/llis

Also, please do check out the other anthology authors’ blogs as you will find lots of interest and may even find some giveaways!

In fact I think I should probably have a giveaway! So, if you think you can guess how Destin escapes – even better if you’ve read the story and know- comment below to be in with a chance of winning one of my other books (your choice)! ( The winner to be chose in a couple of weeks time – just to give you chance to read the anthology first 😉 )

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Jennifer Denys

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A Love Scene Seen


Welcome to my scene from Evernight’s Love Scene Blog Hop. When the blog hop came up I knew I needed to pick a scene from one of my existing titles – yes I would have loved to write something new for two (or more;-)) of my existing characters but I’m currently juggling three non-writing jobs and parenting so a new scene would have to wait. However, the scene to pick was clear in my mind because when I think of Valentine’s day I think of going on a date, maybe even a first date. In my two short, short stories from Her Type of Guy not only does the reader get to witness an extra titillating first date, but the reader is not the only one to witness their love scene. I’ve decided to share with you an introductory snippet from my love scene seen:

From Delightful Consequences, in Her Type of Guy

A Lot of Fun

A Lot of Fun

“I’m going to kill him!”

Josie watched in surprise as Matt stormed out of the room he’d just led her to. Who was he going to kill and what had they done?

She looked around the room. Nothing was obviously out of place, except that everything seemed a little odd. Admittedly she hadn’t known Matt very long, but he hadn’t struck her as the type to have pictures of semi-naked women plastered all over his walls. That one looked like it could be Katie Price, it was hard to tell. Josie mentally tsked—if you were going to have breasts at eye level they should at least be real!

The bed was also disconcerting, made as it was in pink bed sheets. And the windowsill was lined with children’s collectable toys, the sort you’d find in lunchboxes from fast food restaurants. It all painted a very different picture from the Matt she’d come to know.

Unless . . . Was that what he was going to kill someone over?

She could hear him shouting the name Jon somewhere else in the apartment.

A few moments later he returned, red-faced. “I’m so sorry.”

Josie raised an eyebrow, asking for further elaboration.

“My flat-mate Jon knew I was meeting you for the first time tonight. He knew I really liked you. It seems he thought it would be funny to re-decorate my room in case I was lucky enough to bring you here. I swear his middle name should be Mischief. He’s always getting up to stuff— – not normally at my expense, though.”

“You really liked me, huh?” Josie wasn’t nearly as interested in the other stuff.

“It’s not every lady I give a love egg to,” Matt said with a smile. Then, clearly not over his friend’s actions, he added, “I just wish I could teach him a lesson.”

Josie secretly thought it was rather funny. No harm had been done. She’d never had a night quite this much fun before; : first in the restaurant, then daring to come back to Matt’s place (after quickly texting Terry to let him know), and finally this drama! Whatever next?


Matt really was going to kill Jon when he next saw him. His latest trick could end up ruining Matt’s evening yet, . tThere was no way he was going to sleep with Josie for the first time in a pink bed, that was supposed to be his, surrounded by adolescent images. Not that his cock would mind, of course; it had retired to semi-hardness when they left the restaurant but was just biding its time till action resumed and it got a bit of freedom to move.

There was always the lounge, but that was a communal space and didn’t feel quite right…but Jon’s room was free. . .

Keen to seize the moment, Matt swooped in to kiss Josie. Their first kiss. They’d rather jumped ahead of themselves in the restaurant. She tasted delicious; , all chocolatey. He licked gently into the corners of her mouth, chasing the taste.

Breaking for breath, he led her down the hall to Jon’s room. “Are you still up for letting me have my wicked way with you?”

“Where are we going?”

“Jon’s room. Don’t worry, he’s a neat freak; it’s like a hotel room.” Don’t let her say no now, Matt thought, the description he’d given was only a bit of an exaggeration.

She didn’t say no.

“Tell you what…” Matt loosened the black tie round his neck. He’d dressed to impress, wearing a black jacket, shirt and tie, above jeans. Pulling it over his head, he watched Josie carefully as he lowered the silk over her head to cover her eyes. She was going to think he was seriously kinky. Since she wouldn’t really be wrong, it was best she find out now. At the moment she was being beautifully submissive, acquiescing silently to all his unspoken demands.

“Is it okay?” He he asked gently. “This way you don’t have to worry about surroundings. If you’re not sure at any point you just have to say.”

“I like it.” She was his kind of girl.

Matt guided her slowly into Jon’s room and brought her to stand in front of the bed. He realised she’d have absolutely no sense of where she was, being both blindfolded and somewhere completely new. He savoured the knowledge that it would heighten her senses.

“I’m going to undress you now.” Would she also like his tendency to talk and tease? “I can’t wait to see your breasts. That top you’re wearing displays them beautifully but I can’t see quite enough.”

Leisurely, with a patience he didn’t feel, Matt eased the top over the gentle swells of Josie’s shoulders. It was loose-fitting except around the bust, and as soon as the tension was released it drifted to the floor. Matt sucked in a breath; her breasts were encased in lace so sheer he could see the detail of her nipples. “Yes, oh yes.” They were tightly furled, ready for his touch. “Do you have matching panties on?” He didn’t wait for her answer; hooking his fingers into the waistband of her skirt he guided it to the floor, and let her rest her hands on his shoulders as she stepped her feet out.

“I forgot, either you didn’t have any on to start with or you took them off for me at the restaurant. No, don’t tell me. I think they got so wet you took them off.” He leaned in to inhale her fragrance, his cheek brushing her curls in an intimate caress.

“Oh shit.” The voice from the doorway made Matt spin round, nearly falling on his arse in his haste. Josie shrieked.

“You weren’t supposed to be home yet,” Matt said, exasperation in his voice. Then he spoke softly to Josie, “It’s just Jon.”

She’d wrapped one arms across her breasts and covered her pussy with the other hand. She’d only let out the one cry of alarm and now seemed to be waiting to see what happened next.


Jon didn’t need to ask what they were doing in his room. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected would happen when Matt found the alterations to his décor, but it certainly wasn’t this. Three cheers for unexpected consequences!

“You don’t look suitably apologetic, Jon.” Was Matt really angry? It wasn’t easy to tell when he used his serious voice.

“It’s a little hard to be sorry when presented with such a lovely vision. In fact it’s a lot hard.” Truly, it was.

“You could have ruined my evening.”

“Clearly I haven’t.”

“I don’t know; Josie might not speak to me again.”

Jon was curious to see what Josie’s reaction would be. This was her first night with Matt and already she was blindfolded, yet she also seemed shy, trying to cover herself, unable to hide the blush heating her skin. A combination of embarrassed plus turned on perhaps.

“I’m not sure I’ll ever speak again,” her small voice piped up.

Jon echoed the chuckle Matt gave.

“I’m sure you’ll think of some way to get revenge,” he said to Matt. If only he could prolong this; he desperately didn’t want to be dismissed.

“I’m not sure revenge is the answer; you don’t need more encouragement. I think you need to be made to see the error of your ways.”

That sounded interesting.

Jon watched as Matt stood and pulled Josie into his embrace. He could just catch the words Matt whispered in her ear: “Would you like to help me punish Jon?”

Josie turned her head towards Matt. Jon suspected there would be a question in her eyes, if they could be seen.

To them both, Matt said, “I think it’s only fair if Jon gets to watch, but not join in. I haven’t decided about whether we should let him touch himself or whether he should be left totally wanting all night. Maybe we’ll see if we can make him beg.”


Now for the prizes!

~I’ll be giving away a small selection of erotic goodies to one random lucky winner who comments below- to be in with a chance of winning all you need to do is tell me which characters of mine you would like to see get an extra love scene, and why. Feel free to also suggest added details, such as where they might be, and at the end of the blog hop I’ll get creative and write something for the most popular couple/threesome.


~ The Grand Prize from Evernight: One lucky winner will receive a $100 Visa gift card for a night out to be randomly chosen from all blog comments. Don’t forget to include an e-mail address in your comment if you want to be in with a chance of winning.

To increase your chances of winning click here and hop along to other participating blogs and get commenting.

Who Can Deny An Alpha’s Claim?

Lose yourself in these ten sinfully delicious love stories. After all, who could deny an Alpha’s claim?

Alphas-Claim               Amazon.com Amazon.co.uk Bookstrand All Romance Evernight

The shifters in our Alpha’s Claim anthology have one thing in common—they won’t take “no” for an answer. Whether they lead packs of their own, or whether they walk a solitary path, these alphas won’t let anyone stop them from claiming their women.

Take a peak each day to find out more about a story in one of the anthologies – yes there’s a Manlove edition as well!

Tatum’s Tiger, by London Saint James

I love tigers, especially white tigers. There’s just something hauntingly beautiful about them, so when I saw the anthology call for a shifter anthology, I knew I had to write about a white tiger shifter. I sat down at with my trusty laptop, found me an inspiration pic, and wrote Tatum’s Tiger.

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I’ve written several short stories and novels, but this story was a first for me. Not only was it a paranormal/shifter romance, but I stepped outside my box of writing in first person POV. Trust me, it’s not always easy for writers to write something outside their comfort zone, but I had a lot of fun writing it and hope the readers will enjoy reading about Jericho and Tatum.

Tatum’s Tiger Blurb:

The list of things Jericho constantly thought about since meeting the woman next door wasn’t a long one, nonetheless it did consume him.

#1. Protect Tatum Neill.

He could do that. He was never one to back down from a good fight.

#2. Keep her from being taken and forcibly claimed against her will by another.

He would do that. There was no choice in the matter.

#3. Claim her fully as his willing life mate.

That was the one thing on his list he was still working on, because revealing the truth about himself and her accepting him would more than likely be a little bit tricky since Jericho wasn’t exactly human.

From the moment she first saw him, Tatum was attracted to her peculiar neighbor. She knew there was something different about him, but no matter what she suspected she would have never guessed he was to become—Tatum’s Tiger.


Tatum Neill never gave much thought to what the awareness of death would be like, although in retrospect, she supposed she should have. Wandering through the murky middle ground of not quite evening and not quite darkness, surrounded by trees, listening to the twigs snap beneath her feet, Tatum imagined she should have given many things further thought. Especially when she figured out she couldn’t back up any further.

With her shoulder blades hard-pressed up against the trunk of an old tree, she came to the conclusion she had been herded like a lamb to the slaughter. Squinting, she tried to see what she sensed. Her gaze darted from tree to tree to tree. The fine hair on the back of Tatum’s neck stood on end as a beast broke through the brush, stalking toward her. Those things that go bump in the night were true.

The creature, which walked upright, stopped. It dropped to four legs where it stood within the shadow-dappled light, only a few feet away, and stared at her with eyes reflecting the fathomless black of midnight. By the stance alone, she knew an attack was imminent. With no weapon, fear gripping her, and nothing left to do, Tatum wrapped her arms around her stomach. Immediately her thoughts drifted to her mother. She’ll never know what happened to me. Tatum concluded she would become one of the many missing faces amongst the sea of missing people that she herself had read about on all those store flyers which littered the walls in town.

Unable to stop the reaction, Tatum jerked and screamed as a massive tree crashed down in front of her. It shook the ground in a shockwave and created a partial barrier between her and the beast. Barely holding on to her sanity, Tatum realized a tall, pale silhouette of something not quite human stood on the knotted bark of the fallen tree. When it crouched, dark tangles of hair swished around its features, obscuring the face. One large clawed hand rested upon the ground. However improbable, the scene played out, reminiscent of a twisted horror movie, and when another dark beast formed from out of the shadows to the right of her, she knew her end was near.

Tatum wondered if she had snapped. Her life didn’t flash before her eyes. She didn’t think about all the things she should have done and didn’t get the chance to do. She didn’t even mourn the life she would be leaving behind. What did flash happened to be a snapshot of her mother with a distraught expression wrinkling up Violet Neill’s usually peaceable brow. She clearly pictured her mother as she frantically handed out leaflets to strangers with Tatum’s picture on them. Tatum even imagined the missing person flyer.

Have you seen this woman? Tatum L. Neill. 5’7 in. 122 lbs. 25 years of age. Blonde Hair. Green Eyes. Last seen leaving the University of Oregon, wearing a red cardigan sweater and jeans.


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Who Can Deny An Alpha’s Claim?

Lose yourself in these ten sinfully delicious love stories. After all, who could deny an Alpha’s claim?

AC Manlove               Amazon.com Amazon.co.uk Bookstrand All Romance Evernight

The shifters in our Alpha’s Claim anthologies have one thing in common—they won’t take “no” for an answer. Whether they lead packs of their own, or whether they walk a solitary path, these alphas won’t let anyone stop them from claiming what’s theirs.

Take a peak each day to find out more about a story in one of the anthologies.

“Claiming Ayden” by Eileen Griffin

Thanks for hosting me on your blog today. I’ve been asked what my inspiration was when I was writing “Claiming Ayden”. I have a weakness for Alpha males and absolutely love the wolf sub-culture. They’re fascinating animals that are extremely territorial about their packs, travel vast distances to find food and shelter to ensure the health of their packs, but are also one of the few animals that mate for life. When I was developing my story and characters, I kept envisioning the scene from Last of the Mohicans when Hawkeye (played by Daniel Day-Lewis) was racing to rescue his love, Cora. The intensity with which he traverses the distance and landscape to save her has stuck with me all these years – for me, it was a pivotal scene in the movie. It made me wonder how a wolf/human shifter would react to his beloved, in this case Ayden, was captured by his Alpha’s enemy. The story basically wrote itself from there. It was such an awesome and novel experience to create a world and story for them, that I hope to one day continue Ayden and Thane’s story in future novellas ~Eileen

Blurb: Thane, Alpha of his pack of shifter wolves, is running out of time. Drake, Alpha of a rival pack and Thane’s enemy, has stolen into Thane’s camp to capture three of his youngest members, including his intended mate Ayden. Drake needs numbers to increase the size of his pack and he does not care how he accomplishes that feat. Will Drake succeed and not only increase the number of his pack but eliminate Thane as a rival Alpha and enemy to his pack? Or will Thane’s need for his mate and desire to have him at any cost be the tipping point that will help him overthrow Drake and claim Ayden once and for all?

Inspiration for Thane:

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Excerpt: Thane looked down at Ayden’s white blond hair and felt his chest tighten. He lifted his hand and settled it in the pup’s hair. He had to hold back a moan when he felt a tremor go through the pup’s body the moment his fingers brushed along Ayden’s scalp. Thane tightened his fingers in Ayden’s hair and pulled the younger man’s face to his. Crystal blue eyes stared back at him. Nowhere in them was there any fear or pain. Instead, Thane saw the same expression of surety and desire Ayden had worn when he’d wandered into their camp almost two and a half years ago.

“Thank you for the food, pup. But that’s not the sustenance I need tonight.”

The tremor Thane had felt turned into a shudder as Ayden placed the food and water on the ground. Then in a show of true submission he gently leaned his head into the grasp Thane had on his hair, leaving his neck exposed.

Thane’s cock filled with blood and hardened against his body. His eyes roamed over the battered body of his true mate to check for damage that would prevent him from taking the action he should have completed before they had begun their journey to the winter lands. Roane approached Thane’s side and slid the leather thong from his neck, pressing it into his leader’s free hand before backing away.

Inspiration for Ayden:

Ayden 1  Ayden 2

About Eileen:

Eileen Griffin lives in Texas, but loves to travel and has spent many summers crossing Europe with nothing but a backpack on her back. She enjoys TexMex, lives for good wine, and has a certain penchant for purple unicorns. She loves reading all genres of books, but her current obsession is writing M/M romance. She currently has three works out, Chasing Matt, a M/M novella co-authored with Nikka Michaels, Dinner For Two, a M/F romance novella, and “Claiming Ayden”, a M/M shifter romance that is part of a M/M anthology of short stories. Eileen is currently at work with co-author on two M/M foodie romance novels set to be released summer/fall 2014.

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Who Can Deny An Alpha’s Claim?

Lose yourself in these ten sinfully delicious love stories. After all, who could deny an Alpha’s claim?

AC Manlove               Amazon.com Amazon.co.uk Bookstrand All Romance Evernight

The shifters in our Alpha’s Claim anthologies have one thing in common—they won’t take “no” for an answer. Whether they lead packs of their own, or whether they walk a solitary path, these alphas won’t let anyone stop them from claiming what’s theirs.

Take a peak each day to find out more about a story in one of the anthologies. Today I’m thrilled to be featuring:

The Becoming, by Tyler Robbins

Every year, wolf packs along the Texas Gulf Coast gather for what is known as the becoming. A ceremony where young adult shifters transition into their wolf form for the first time and when each wolf’s spirits selects their destined mate.

As the son of an alpha, Josh Spinner has dreaded this day ever since he first realized he was gay, but planned to go through with the becoming, denying his true self forever.

Braden Scott, the only son of an exiled omega wolf, has lived in the shadows of shame since his father’s banishment before he was even born. The becoming was his only shot of ever being accepted into the fold.

Neither man expected their undeniable attraction and neither are prepared for the fallout that follows.

Natural selection separates the men from the boys, but destiny seals their fate.


Adult Excerpt: (I was sent a choice of excerpts and of course I couldn’t resist the hottest!!! one)

Braden followed him for several minutes until the light from the campfires faded into the darkness behind them. Out of breath and feeling like he was about to come out of his own skin, he backed off. “I’m just trying to figure it out, man.”

In an instant, Josh stopped, turned on his heel and charged at Braden, slamming him against a tree.

Braden’s heart jumped, and his cock thumped the second he felt Josh’s erection pressing against his hip.

“Leave me the fuck alone.”

Braden drew in a deep breath to calm himself. “Why?”

Josh’s nostrils flared, and he seemed to search Braden’s eyes. The tight strain on his brow loosened with each passing second, and he slowly released the intimidating hold on Braden. “Because you’re gonna fuck everything up.”

Confused, Braden reached out and gripped Josh’s shoulder. “I didn’t do anything.”

Josh’s gaze drifted down to Braden’s mouth, and he licked his lips. “My future’s been planned. I’m destined to be an alpha.” Pausing, he clenched his jaw and blinked rapidly as though desperate to explain. “But I’ve never—”

“So you do feel it?”

Josh pushed away. “My whole fucking life I’ve waited to feel … that. Whatever it was.”

“I have, too.”

Josh’s chest rose and fell, and his expression twisted. “They won’t allow it.”

“You don’t know that.”

He shook his head. “Yeah, I do.”

“Are there rules?”

“Rules?” Josh stepped back and laughed sarcastically. “Some rules are the same in all societies, shifter and human.”

Braden reached out for him, unable to go another second without touching the other man. “I have to know.”

“Know what?”

“This.” He grabbed Josh by the collar of his shirt and jerked him near. “I gotta know, even if it’s just one time, how it feels to be true to myself.”

Josh closed his eyes. His nostrils flared wide, and his hands trembled as he grasped Braden’s shoulder.

Braden’s shaky exhale echoed between them, and he inched closer until he could literally taste Josh’s breath. “Gotta—”

Josh’s mouth engulfed his, and Braden whimpered from the rush of emotions bombarding his entire body like hot coals from a raging fire zapping out one by one, torpedoing his skin, inch by glorious inch.

Braden wrapped his tongue around Josh’s and sucked it into his mouth, deeper and deeper, as if consuming the other man would satisfy his insatiable appetite for more. He jammed his hardened cock against Josh’s and dry humped him through their jeans. “Feels so right.”


Tyler Robbins’ Author Bio:

Tyler Robbins is the pen name of author Robin Badillo, who lives in a small Texas town and is the mother of four nearly grown kids, two boys and two girls.

Tyler enjoys stepping out of her comfort zone and pushes the envelope on the stories she writes every chance she gets. She hopes her readers are just as thrilled as she is with the chances she’s taking.

Always the optimist, Tyler is a firm believer that gray hair is merely God’s graffiti!!

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Who Can Deny An Alpha’s Claim?

Lose yourself in these ten sinfully delicious love stories. After all, who could deny an Alpha’s claim?

AC Manlove               Amazon.com Amazon.co.uk Bookstrand All Romance Evernight

The shifters in our Alpha’s Claim anthologies have one thing in common—they won’t take “no” for an answer. Whether they lead packs of their own, or whether they walk a solitary path, these alphas won’t let anyone stop them from claiming what’s theirs.

Take a peak each day to find out more about a story in one of the anthologies.

Waking up Wolf, by Nikka Michaels


When a radioactive leak in the local water source turns the inhabitants of Adam Baker’s small town into shape shifting wolves, he manages to hold and survive alone–alone except for the wolves he hears in the distance. When he doesn’t immediately undergo “the change” into a wolf himself, he begins to believe he’s immune. After his dreams begin to include another wolf, he finds himself drawn to the howls outside his window and the pack’s alpha Grady Conway.


Adam watched him carefully. “You don’t even know me. Why would you invite me back with your family, your pack?”

Grady looked down. “What if I told you we needed you? That I needed you?”

Adam stared at him like he’d gone crazy.

“Me? Why would you need me?”

“A true alpha needs a mate.” Grady raised his head, meeting Adam’s eyes, and for a moment he couldn’t look away.

“And you think I’m your mate?”

“I don’t think. I know. You’re my mate, always have been.”

Adam backed away, and he felt himself shake and pain shoot through his body as he fell to his knees. Naked and sprawled in the dirt he stared up at Grady, who closed his eyes and shifted, leaving himself bare as well.

Adam swallowed hard as he stared up at Grady in shock. This close he could see every single inch of the tanned and toned body of the man who commanded a pack. Muscled and imposing, he stared down at Adam, his blue eyed gaze heated.

Without another word, Grady took a step closer, sliding his hand over the top of Adam’s head possessively. He slowly wrapped his hand around Adam’s long dark dreads and pulled his head back, exposing his neck. Adam’s eyes slammed shut as he waited for Grady to change and wolf teeth to tear out his throat. Instead, when Grady’s human teeth sank into his shoulder he shuddered and cried out.

Pleasure/pain surged through Adam’s body as he jerked awake, his cock throbbing as he felt hot cum stripe his belly. His legs shook as he panted for breath, his bed sheets and body soaked with sweat.

His dreams had never been that vivid before, and when he shifted his body his muscles screamed in protest and he flopped back with a moan.

When he yanked back the blankets he stared.

His feet were dirty, caked in mud along with his hands. On his neck, he could feel Grady’s teeth marks.

He’d been marked by the alpha.


Nikka Michaels lives in the often rainy Pacific Northwest where she spends her time cooking, laughing and crafting romantic tales to satisfy her craving for HEAs with heat. A voracious reader, novice knitter and music lover she’s been known to multitask without breaking a sweat. She loves to read and write M/M romance but believes everyone deserves a love story. She currently has three releases out, Chasing Matt, a M/M novella co-authored with Eileen Griffin, Christmas with Caden, a M/F romance novella from Cobblestone Press, and “Waking up Wolf”, a M/M shifter romance in Evernight Publishing’s Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition anthology. Her short erotic M/M BDSM story, Room Service is forthcoming from Cobblestone Press in February 2014. Nikka is currently at work with her co-author on two M/M foodie romance novels, set to be released summer and fall 2014 from Carina Press.


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Who Can Deny An Alpha’s Claim?

Lose yourself in these ten sinfully delicious love stories. After all, who could deny an Alpha’s claim?

Alphas-Claim               Amazon.com Amazon.co.uk Bookstrand All Romance Evernight

The shifters in our Alpha’s Claim anthology have one thing in common—they won’t take “no” for an answer. Whether they lead packs of their own, or whether they walk a solitary path, these alphas won’t let anyone stop them from claiming their women.

Take a peak each day to find out more about a story in one of the anthologies – yes there’s a Manlove edition as well!

Never Hit a Werewolf With Your Car, by Melissa Hosack


Duke is a literal lone wolf. He left his pack under less than cordial circumstances, he doesn’t speak to his family, and he avoids emotional ties. He’s a bad boy to the extreme, a heartbreaker. Arika Cho has her hands full when this alpha male forces his way into her life under odd circumstances. Duke is the exact opposite of what she’s used to. He’s rough. He’s jaded. And he’s intimidating. As a professional dancer, Arika’s life is filled with ballet and tutus, not motorcycles and engine grease. Despite their vast differences, Arika finds herself falling for this rugged and emotionally guarded werewolf. Can she convince Duke that the two of them are meant to be together, or is she just another checkmark on this bad boy’s list?


Her eyes traveled voraciously over the taut muscles of his chest, over the ridiculous definition of his abdomen. Swallowing thickly, she allowed her gaze to peruse the bulging muscles of his thighs. She flitted along the thick cock that lay against his inner leg before quickly averting her eyes. Not that it mattered. He was completely oblivious to her gawking. His head was bent over his injured leg, causing his thighs to spread and his dick to be even more visible. Her head swam, and her face heated with embarrassment. His stark nakedness drew her attention to her own practically undressed state. With a squeak, she covered her bare waist with her hands in an unsuccessful attempt at modesty. The sound was what finally drew his attention. He glanced up at her and then smirked in amusement. “Don’t flatter yourself.” Arika gave a squawk of indignation. She dropped her arms to her sides, then thought better of it and quickly lifted them to conceal her breasts. She crossed her arms awkwardly over the front of her body, hugging herself. “Who are you?” she demanded. “And how did you get inside my home?” He arched a brow at her. “Name’s Duke.” He lowered his head again over his leg before giving a sigh and leaning back to properly look at her. He brought one knee up to drape his arm across and stretched the other leg out. He looked like the centerfold of some dirty magazine as he grinned up at her, not at all abashed by his nudity. “I’m the werewolf you hit with your car. And I’m here in your home because you invited me in. Remember all that, looks like you’ll be coming home with me, big boy?” The look he sent her was downright lascivious. Arika blanched at the completely sexual overtone that statement held. The way he said it sounded so … dirty. “When I said that I…” She stuttered over her words, mortification dominating her verbal skills. “I … how… You’re a … a—” Every bit of lore she’d ever heard came slamming to the forefront of her mind. “Oh crap! And I invited you into my home! Now you’re free to come and go as you please. And—” “That’s vampires, you idiot. Not werewolves.” He shot her an incredulous look and shook his head. “You have no idea…” Suddenly, he stopped mid-rant and cocked his head at her with a disbelieving expression. “Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!” Arika’s eyes widened, and she glanced about nervously. “What is it? What now?” Duke climbed to his feet and crossed the room in two strides of his long legs. As he did, she tried not to ogle him, but her eyes had a mind of their own. Her arms dropped to her sides as she watched his beautiful, muscular body. His thighs bulged with the movements of his legs, and his … well, it looked impressive, too. Feeling as if her brain was numb, she forced her head to lift so her gaze met his. A strange man was in her bedroom. She knew she should be frightened of him, but he was just so damn distracting. Maybe if he put some pants on, she could scrounge up enough fear to realize this was not how a normal evening went. The last time she’d had a man in her bedroom … hell, it had been four months. Five? Upon reaching her, Duke lowered his face over hers with a frown. “You’re aroused.” His accusation brought a bark of nervous laughter from her throat. “What?” She was embarrassed by the shrill, panicked sound of her voice. “You’re aroused. Completely.” His dark brown eyes searched her face. “I said the word werewolf, and your panties started getting damp.” Arika gave a squawk of indignation. “Excuse me?” She could not believe the audacity of his statement, the sheer arrogance. Sure, her secret guilty pleasure happened to be novels where the hero was of the shapeshifting variety, but that did not mean she was aroused by Duke. Not in the least. Freaked out was a more accurate description of what she was currently feeling. He lifted his hand to run his index finger along the cup of her bra. “Your nipples are hard.” She shivered at the husky tone in his voice, and her eyes fluttered closed. She didn’t think she could resist him if she looked into his melted-chocolate gaze. It was so heated and sexual. “I’m just cold. My hair is wet from the storm.” His finger glided once against across her nipple, and he gave a low sound of appreciation. “The cold could explain the nipples.” As her eyes opened, she saw him lean forward. Then his nose was in the crook of her neck. He inhaled deeply. “But the scent of your arousal is unmistakable.”

Who Can Deny An Alpha’s Claim?

Lose yourself in these ten sinfully delicious love stories. After all, who could deny an Alpha’s claim?

Alphas-Claim               Amazon.com Amazon.co.uk Bookstrand All Romance Evernight

The shifters in our Alpha’s Claim anthology have one thing in common—they won’t take “no” for an answer. Whether they lead packs of their own, or whether they walk a solitary path, these alphas won’t let anyone stop them from claiming their women.

Take a peak each day to find out more about a story in one of the anthologies – yes there’s a Manlove edition as well!

“Panther Ridge” by Jessica Jayne


Nathan Thorne is many things. Confident. Proud. Strong. Ruggedly good-looking. And a firefighter. But what really makes him different from most men is that he’s part animal… literally…he shifts into a Florida panther. Nate has spent most of his life a loner, finding satisfaction in random women and roaming his one hundred fifty acres of Florida flatlands in Panther Ridge that his mother left him. He was content. But when Ciara Black enters Nate’s favorite hangout he doesn’t know what hit him. She’s everything he’s ever desired and he knows without a doubt that she’s his mate.

Ciara is on the run trying to escape her father and step-brother’s attempts to steal her Momma’s money. Life is hard and full of disappointments until she meets Nate Thorne. He turns her inside out with just a few words and a smile.

When someone threatens Ciara, Nate can’t do anything but protect what’s his. Can Ciara love him and the animal within?


“What brought you to town, Ciara?” Nate asked. His gaze wandered over her face. Her nose dipped just slightly giving her a delicate look. Her lips were full and pouty, perfect for wrapping around his cock. Fuck! I need to get my head on straight. It hasn’t been that long since I’ve been laid. But it had been that long since he’d wanted so desperately to be laid by a particular female. In fact, this may have been the only time he could remember feeling only one female could bring him the release he needed, and that female was her. Every ounce of him, body and soul, told him Ciara was his mate.

“A change,” she said, softly, finally looking away from him.

“A change from what?” he pushed.

“A change from my family,” she said, opening the cooler and apparently checking the stock.

“What’s wrong with your family?” Nate asked. “Jack’s a great guy.” Shutting the cooler door, she turned to face him. Placing her hands on the counter, she leaned in closer to him. Her scent enveloped him and he had to bite his lower lip to keep from growling.

“Uncle Jack’s not the problem. He’s the reason I stayed in Florida. Otherwise, I’d have headed out west to get clear of my money-grubbing father and stepbrother,” she said, looking him straight in the eye. “You’re quite the nibby-nose!”

“Just like to know who’s pouring my beer,” he said with a smirk.

“Are you going to look at me all night like you want to eat me alive?”

Nate’s hands shot out to grasp her wrist in such a quick fashion that Ciara looked stunned. Being a panther shifter made him more agile than most normal men. His quickness had saved his life on more than one occasion, but it also benefitted him in situations like this one where he wanted to make a point and catch someone off guard. The feel of her skin against his was more than he could take, and the growl that he had been trying to stifle escaped.

“I am going to eat you alive,” he whispered, tightening his grip on her wrists. Her blue eyes widened. Though there was a hint of fear in her eyes, he also saw the desire, and that made him continue. “I’m going to bury my tongue in that sweet little pussy of yours until you come all over my face. I can’t wait to taste you.” She inhaled sharply at his words.

Author Bio for Jessica Jayne

I am a born and raised small town Ohio girl, who moved to the Sunshine State after graduating from college. I graduated with a bachelor’s degree in English because I could not imagine doing anything else but reading and writing. It is such a pleasure to be able to share all the stories in my head!

In the journey of life, I got my law degree (and license) and also became a wife and a mother of three children. So, life is always an adventure.

I love to read and write… obviously! I’m a huge sports fan, especially college football and the Ohio State Buckeyes! Go Steelers! Go Rays! Go Lightning! I LOVE to travel… LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to travel. And I love sharing my love to travel with my children. Did I say I love to travel? I love to drink coffee in the morning and tea at night! I love a good glass of wine, especially if it comes from a bottle made by the FOOLS wine club… yep, I’m a founding member of that crazy group!  I love hanging out with my family and my friends! Music makes me happy. I’m a mix between country girl and city chic. But I love nothing more than putting on my jean shorts, tank top, cowboy boots and hat and watching Tim McGraw or Eric Church belt it out! I’m a sucker for a cowboy hat! 

Favorite quote: “If nothing ever changed, there would be no butterflies.”




Twitter: @JessicaJayne13

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Who Can Deny An Alpha’s Claim?

Lose yourself in these ten sinfully delicious love stories. After all, who could deny an Alpha’s claim?

Alphas-Claim               Amazon.com Amazon.co.uk Bookstrand All Romance Evernight

The shifters in our Alpha’s Claim anthology have one thing in common—they won’t take “no” for an answer. Whether they lead packs of their own, or whether they walk a solitary path, these alphas won’t let anyone stop them from claiming their women.

Take a peak each day to find out more about a story in one of the anthologies – yes there’s a Manlove edition as well!

Cait’s Buffalo by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy


Cait loved the open spaces of the great prairies but when she meets Walking Buffalo, both a hunk and a Native American, she’s in lust. As she learns more about him, she learns he’s much more than a man. Their wild encounters take her to physical pleasures she’s never known before…and before long, he asks if she’ll become his mate.


His mouth caught hers and held it, his lips caressing hers with a fiery heat, hot enough she burned. Walking Buffalo caught her bottom lip between both of his and nibbled. The sensation rocketed through Cait. He tasted her and almost devoured her with an intense greed, but Cait loved it.

Who Can Deny An Alpha’s Claim?

Lose yourself in these ten sinfully delicious love stories. After all, who could deny an Alpha’s claim?

Alphas-Claim               Amazon.com Amazon.co.uk Bookstrand All Romance Evernight

The shifters in our Alpha’s Claim anthology have one thing in common—they won’t take “no” for an answer. Whether they lead packs of their own, or whether they walk a solitary path, these alphas won’t let anyone stop them from claiming their women.

Take a peak each day to find out more about a story in one of the anthologies – yes there’s a Manlove edition as well!

Dance for me, Princess, by Elyzabeth M. VaLey

Hello everyone! I’m happy to be here to tell you a little more about Markus Topponiem, my hero in Dance for me, Princess, my story in the Evernight, Alpha’s Claim anthology.

Markus is currently sitting at my side dressed in black jeans and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His blonde hair is hanging down his back in a slick ponytail. He appears calm, albeit attentive. His attention is fully focused on me as I type the answers to his questions, for he is none too happy about me sharing personal details about him. Unfortunately for him, I am almost as persistent as he is and Sophia (his beautiful and lovely mate) convinced him to share.

Below are 10 things about Markus that few know.

“And only 10, Elyzabeth,” he snarls.

“Yeah, yeah.”

1. He always gets what he wants.

Always.”  (Though, if you ask me, he is learning to budge a little on certain things. Thank you, Sophia.)

2. Patience is his virtue. Both as a human and a shifter he believes that the best way to operate is to wait for the appropriate moment and then strike.

3. He trusts his instincts.

“Without them things might have turned out differently between Sophia and I.”

4. Green is his favorite color.

5. He enjoys making people nervous.

(I can attest to that.) I glance at Markus and find him looking at me with a roguish smile.

6. He loves the cold. According to him, there is nothing more invigorating then going for a run in the snow.

He nods. “Especially at dusk or dawn.”

7. He cannot roar. He can growl, mewl, purr, and snarl but not roar.

“I am not a freaking lion.”

8. He thinks his mate is the strongest and bravest woman he’s ever met.

“Ms. VaLey, I did not give you permission to print that.”

He speaks softly, the anger in his voice imperceptible to a stranger, but not to me. I shift uncomfortably in my seat.

“Well—“ I glance at him.  “But it’s true.”

Markus’s lip curls slightly in displeasure and his green eyes narrow into slits, but he does not contradict me.

“Go on,” he says after a minute.

9. He has a hard time expressing his feelings.

“It’s a work in progress,” he admits with a shrug.

10. His new favorite past time is to watch Sophia dance.

I turn around in surprise as I hear Markus chuckling. There’s a sparkle in his eyes as he looks at me.

“Definitely. I love watching Sophia dance. Now and forever.”


When ruthless businessman and shifter Markus Topponiem sets his eyes on something he likes, he pursues it until he gets it. No exceptions. That’s why when he catches a sniff of the delicious scent emanating from a girl with blue hair, he doesn’t think twice about following her and making her his. 

Sophia, a.k.a. Frost Princess, dances to forget and keep her demons at bay. Then Markus comes into her life, and in the wake of his passion he revives the monsters of her past, causing her to flee. 

Will Markus be able to persuade her to give herself to him or will her fear destroy their future? 


Markus Topponiem tugged at the cuffs of his white shirt, adjusting it. He crossed his right leg over the left, resting the ankle on the knee. His hands on his lap, he waited. His gaze slid around the room, and his cock twitched in expectation of what he hoped was to come. His heart thundered in his chest, following the lead of his male organ and anticipating the thing that could change his life forever.

However, even though nerves danced across every pore in his flesh, he played the part of calm and relaxed. No one who saw him could have guessed that he was on the verge of breaking down. Naturally aloof, as was usual among his species, he had been taught from a young age that expressing emotions openly was risky. His mother’s early death had made him unnaturally cold, and his  ability to remain poised and under control in any situation had, not surprisingly, earned him nicknames such as “Ice King” or “Cold Hearted”. Animals didn’t hunt by being rash and irrational; they sat and waited. Everything in life, including the building of financial empires, did well to follow the same rule. Sit, wait, and strike when the prey was weakest. With that in mind, he conducted business in what some called a ruthless, heartless way. Perhaps that was why he was single. He hadn’t found the woman who stirred his predatory instincts. Until today. 

Author Bio:

Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.

Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she’ll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.

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Pinterest (Dance for me, Princess has its own board! Check it out here)

Ooohh I went a checked out the pin board and couldn’t resist sharing!!!! This ‘is’ Sophia. I can’t quite decide who is sexier though Sophia or Markus – you have to go check out the other pics!

Thanks for sharing Elyzabeth!

Morgan x