Monday, December 30, 2013

TWO new releases for the New Year!

Yeah, I've been neglecting my blog this month. As a result, I missed posting my newest releases. :)


The men of the wolf shifters are all strong, but only a few are Alpha. Wade, Simon, and Julian are such men, shifters of power as well as dominance. In this world of magic and mythical beings, they must protect their women as well as their pack.

Unfortunately for them, their women are just as powerful as well as determined to keep their men safe. With a rogue Dark Witch on the loose the Alphas must figure out a way to safeguard the pack and destroy the evil bent on the destruction of one shifter clan and taking control of the other.

These are the Alphas. And they inspire fear in all who know them.


Tawni only wanted to prove herself. As sniper to her SWAT team, she was finally on the path she’d always needed to find. Until a raid gone wrong ends her in the hospital.

Nicholas, Grayson, Wyatt and Sebastian make up the rest of her team. What she doesn’t know, what they have no idea how to tell her, is that they have every intention of proving to her why she belongs with them. Not only as a member of their team, but in their lives.

Unfortunately, Tawni has a tendency to gravitate to the wrong kind of men, dominant men who would rather hurt her than seduce her. Until she can put that part of her past aside, she can’t give herself fully to them.

But Tawni has never faced a man so intent on what he wants as these four men. Soon, she’ll come to realize she longs to take everything her four hard SWATs have to offer.

Monday, November 25, 2013

An Education in Love by Marteeka Karland and Shara Azod

An Education in Love

by Shara Azod and Marteeka Karland

Loralei couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. From the second she took Duff Hendry’s hand, she knew she was in trouble. For one thing, he didn’t let it go until he saw her safely to her car. Even then, he didn’t leave, making sure her seat belt was securely fastened and that her car actually started before going to his own. She followed him to one of the city’s nicer restaurants. Not a roadhouse, but not a “dress-up” restaurant, either.

All the way, her heart pounded. It’s just a drink. Maybe a little something to eat. Don’t read more into it than it really is. He’s known you for years. What’s a little dinner between two acquaintances? Was she really having a conversation with herself? Yeah. She was.

Time to face it. Loralei had it bad for the man. Her student’s father, no less. While there were no rules against it, Loralei was sure there would be ramifications. But when Duff opened her door, held his hand out for her as he flashed that grin that made her insides melt, she forgot exactly why.

“I hope this place is all right with you. They serve a variety of food in case there’s something you can’t eat.” Not many men would have considered that. In fact, she had an allergy to shellfish. As a result, she just didn’t bother with it.

“I’m sure it will be fine.”

Looking into his eyes, Loralei felt like she was falling. Duff stepped closer, his superior height never more apparent than it was in that moment. Swallowing, she looked up at him helplessly.

“Loralei…” His voice was a husky blend of sin and sex, one she couldn’t resist. She knew she should, but what was girl supposed to do in the face off all that maleness?

Drawing in a shuddering breath, Loralei tilted her head up at him, not knowing what to do, what to expect. His hand came to her face, his thumb brushing her bottom lip as if he contemplated kissing her. Duff moved closer to her, his body a shelter for hers. Just when she was sure Duff would kiss her, he raised his head slightly, as if catching himself doing something he shouldn’t. Then he smiled before stepping back a step, giving her room but not vacating her personal space completely. Still, Loralei was surprised at the bitter disappointment. She’d narrowly avoided disaster, hadn’t she? If they kissed, it wouldn’t be an innocent outing. She’d have no plausible deniability.

“Not now, Loralei,” he whispered. “Soon, but not now.”

Oh, God! Butterflies seemed to have been turned loose in her stomach as she struggled not to stumble all over herself. Not now? She wanted to grab him and scream “Why the hell not?” as she kissed him herself. But that wasn’t like her, and she just couldn’t bring herself to take what she wanted. Instead, she allowed him to take her hand, leading her inside.

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Coming Soon... Four Hard SWATs

Yup. A little excited about this one...
Look for it right after Christmas.

“Confirm. Go, no go.”
“Assault team is a go.”
“I’m a go out here, Top.”
“I have eyes on the target. Go.” Tawni Bolten ignored the sweat dripping down her face in favor of keeping a line of sight on her target. As the rear guard for their SWAT team, she was charged with sniper duty. Yes, she was nearly a crack shot with the M14 sniper rifle, but. as the newest member of their team and the only woman, Tawni had the feeling they guys just wanted her out of the way.
They were going after a suspected drug lord in the city. The mission was to arrest all in the area, which intel said was only three, including the main target. If all went well, her services wouldn’t be required.
“Assault team is active.” Grayson Baker and Wyatt Johnson made up the assault team with Sebastian Cross being their scout. Bastian had confirmed the intelligence report on the number of men in the small house and also had the men covered with a long ranged riffle. Their leader, Nicholas Baker, or Niko, kept a close watch in a position where he was able to get to his team should something go wrong. All of them were top notch in the field. All of them were sexy as hell.
Tawni watched as the two men approached the house. Gray squatted underneath an open window while Wyatt secured the door. The back door was covered by Bastian while Tawni had a good view of the front where Wyatt now readied himself to kick in. Though none of the four men on the team were small by any means, Wyatt was the biggest of the bunch.
With one swift, hard kick, the door exploded inward accompanied by the shout of male voices. Wyatt could be heard over them all shouting, “Freeze! Police!” Naturally, that didn’t do one damned bit of good.
Tawni adjusted her grip on her riffle, making minor adjustments incase her talents were needed. Gray tossed a flash grenade through the window. The thing went off with a flash of light in the dark and a loud bang. More shouts and Tawni’s heart pounded. Gray and Wyatt entered the building.
“Police!” Gray shouted again. Before he could say more, however, the distinct “pop pop pop” of gunfire punctuated the night.
“Shots fired, shots fired,” Wyatt’s voice rang out over the radio. He sounded completely calm and in control, as if he did this every day.
“Return fire,” Niko responded, keeping it short. Tawni could hear the implied, “Don’t let those bastards get away,” but Niko didn’t say it. Dispatch was listening, as well as people throughout the city who had nothing better to do than listen to the police scanner.
Immediately, the distinctive sound of the assault team’s Berettas popped from the tiny house. Tawni wondered if the team had killed their targets or wounded them. The rule was, don’t fire unless you’re prepared to kill, but these guys were better than the average cop on the street. All of them, with the exception of Tawni, were former military. Special forces. They were good enough to completely take down a target without killing him if Niko told them to.
“I can take out lead target,” she intoned, trying not to sound eager or, worse, nervous, but she wasn’t sure she managed either. It wasn’t that she wanted to kill anyone, she just needed to prove her worth to these battle hardened men.
“Negative, Snipe. Hold.” Niko effectively called her off, obviously believing the assault team had it under control. Tawni took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself. The heat of the moment was definitely different from training. Adrenaline rushed through her veins with every beat of her heart. If she were honest with herself, it was difficult to tell if it were fear or excitement. Probably a little of both.
Scope firmly on the house, her target still in the cross hairs, movement to her left caught her eye. Immediately, she warned the team. “Top, movement on the ground to the left of the house. There’s a second target moving fast.” There was something familiar about the man moving to intercept her team, but she couldn’t place him. Tawni’s gut tightened. If Gray and Wyatt missed the man’s entrance, they’d be vulnerable.
“Bastian, do you have eyes on him?” Niko’s voice was calm as ever. How the hell did the man stay so fucking under control? Tawni wanted to scream, to run to their aid no matter what Niko said. The newcomer was an unknown. No one had a clue how he was armed.
“Negative, Top. I got nothing. Snipe, how far out is he?”
“Left of the front of the house. Thirty meters out and closing fast.” Tawni’s heart pounded in her ears, her breath came in shallow gasps. Sweat continued to trickle down her face, dripping off her eyelashes, but she refused to take her eye away from the scope to wipe her hand across her forehead. “I’ll have a clear shot for a couple more seconds and that’s it.”
“I’m ready for him, Top,” Gray’s voice came over the radio over yells and the occasional chorus of gunfire. “Let him inside so we know who we’re dealing with.”
Tawni ground her teeth. Was he fucking kidding?
“Copy that,” Niko said. “Hold position, Snipe.”
Tawni hated that they called her “Snipe.” They’d said “Tawni” was too girlie to use over the radio, laughing as they’d insulted her. Oh, they hadn’t been condescending or actually meant to be insulting. They were teasing. Like they constantly ragged Wyatt calling him Erp. Still, it grated. She was well aware they were all physically bigger and stronger than she was. It was something they just loved pointing out on a daily basis calling her Shrimp, or Short Stuff. Their sizes were part of their appeal to her. All in all, even if she didn’t like it, she supposed Snipe was the better alternative.
From the day she’d met them, started training with them, she’d tried to view them as one of the guys. Part of her team. Instead, she’d developed a very unhealthy attraction to all of them, secretly loving it when they manhandled her, tossing her to the top of a training wall or pinning her beneath them when they trained in weaponless combat. Now, watching them move from a distance, she had to wonder if they were taking advantage of her skill as a sniper or simply getting her out of their way while the "men went to work."
As if sensing the trap, the newcomer changed direction, heading into the tree line next to the house. The cover was dense there, the woods thick in the mountains on the outskirts of the Appellation city.
“He’s headed for cover. Into the woods,” Tawni advised.
“Let him go for now. Concentrate on the house, Snipe.” His command was sharp. Cutting. Like he expected her to drop her scope and run after the unknown man.
Gritting her teeth, she replied, “copy,” again adjusting her grip.
There was radio silence for several long minutes. The occasional yell or curse from the house echoing in the night, but no more gun fire. Gray and Wyatt shoved their prisoners out of the door, hands behind their backs. Three men, all subdued. Only one appeared to have been injured in the shootout, favoring his right leg before dropping to his knees on the ground with his companions.
“All present and accounted for, Top, including Mr. Messer.” Gray tipped a two fingered saluted in the general direction Niko kept watch over his team.
“That’s good work people,” Niko praised, the radio clipping his voice with slight static.
Immediately, Tawni swung her scope to the tree line, looking for the man who’d fled, needing to get a line on him. If she could find him, she could prove how valuable an asset she could be to them. All of the men had been in the military together. She had no idea which branch or what they did, only that they’d been friends for years. Had been together, watching each other’s back for years. Niko had always led, the others willingly followed his lead even though all of them could have had their own team.
They had set up the city’s SWAT team after a particularly nasty bank robbery where several people had been injured and three killed. There had been a question as to whether or not such a highly trained, expensive team was needed in the area, but since all four of them were already trained, the chief had agreed to let Niko hand pick police officers to add to their unit. Tawni had narrowly made the cut only months before, and she got the feeling the only reason she was there was because of her academy recommendations.
Then she saw him. A shadowy figure moving her way. If he continued in the same direction, he’d pass between her and the woods.
“Top, I’ve got the other guy. He’s headed up the hill to my left. I can intercept him.”
“Negative, Snipe, negative!” Niko said instantly.
Before he could finish ordering her to stay, the guy stopped, pulled out his own rifle and took aim at the team below her.
“Shooter!” Tawni yelled over the radio, catching the attention of the attacker. Pulling her Beretta from her hip, she scrambled to her feet, aiming as she went. “Police!”
The gunman swung his rifle in her direction, squeezing the trigger as he did. The gun fired with a loud boom, the bullet kissing Tawni’s arm with fiery lips. She cried out in pain, squeezing the trigger of her own gun. The shot went wide and the man sprinted for the woods. Tawni ran after him, aware of Niko ordering her to stay put but ignoring him. This bastard was not getting away from her.
Smashing through the dense underbrush, the man was easy to follow. Tawni ran headlong after him, never taking her eyes from the shadowy figure in front of her.
Which was probably why the second guy was able to crack her skull with a tree branch, sending her sprawling to the ground. Stars swam before her eyes, threatening unconsciousness. Instinctively, she brought her gun hand up in a wide arch, looking to drive the butt into someone’s leg, arm, or face. She connected with something, evidenced by the loud swearing, but she had no idea what.
Dimly, she was aware of her team headed to her. Bastian and Niko by the sound of it. The earpiece had stayed put somehow, even though she’d been whacked hard. In front of her, the first guy came back to her, his form silhouetted by the dim moonlight. He raised his weapon, aiming the rifle right at her.
Somehow, Tawni managed to swing her gun around, firing two shots as she did. Both connected with the man’s leg and he went crashing to the ground with a sharp, shrill scream. That was when Niko’s heavy footfalls became apparent as he charged through the woods after her.
The second guy swore under his breath, but took off, running faster than Tawni would have thought possible in the dark. Man obviously knew the territory well.
“What the fuck were you thinking, Tawni!”
That would be Niko. Pissed as hell. No surprise there. He always got that way when someone disobeyed a direct order.
“He was about to shoot down on the team,” she offered weakly, trying to sit up, her head swimming.
“You hit?” Bastian’s voice was calm where Niko’s was barely controlled fury.
“My arm,” she managed.
“What about your head?” Bastian had a flashlight and seemed to be shining it directly into her face on purpose. Fingers gently touched a spot on her forehead. Tawni gasped and flinched back when pain seemed to explode through her head.
“Son of a bitch!” She gasped. “Don’t do that!”
“Pump knot,” Bastian said, switching off the light. “She probably has a slight concussion, but I won’t know until I can examine her.” Bastian had been a field medic during his military stint. Probably why it had been him who joined Niko in the hunt.
“Get her back to the  others,” Niko growled. “We’ll wrap this up then take her to the ER.”
“I’m fine –“
“Do not cross me, Tawni,” Niko snapped. “I’ll deal with you after you’re patched up.” His movements as he cuffed the injured assailant were jerky, hard. The guy actually yelped more than once as Niko secured him.
Tawni bit back tears of frustration. Would he kick her out of SWAT? “If I’d been a man, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. You’ve never held the others back.”
“If you were a man, I’d kick your ass right now!” The anger in Niko’s voice was all too apparent. If it hadn’t been, the smoldering look in his eyes as he got all up in her face certainly did. “The reason I don’t  hold the others back is because I know what they are capable of and that they know when not to push their luck. If they try to do something I think is too risky, I reign them in. You, on the other hand, are green as goose shit. You’re may have had a couple years on the force, did exceedingly well in Police Academy, but you have exactly zero combat experience. Until I know damned well what can and can not do, you will do exactly what I tell you or you’re gone.” He was nose to nose with her now, his voice that of a drill sergeant. A none too happy drill sergeant at that. “Are we clear?”
“As crystal, Top,” she answered.
“Did you get a look at the second guy?”
“No. He hit me before I knew there was someone else near. After that, he stood between me and the moon. All I know is he’s a big son of a bitch. Tall. Broad shouldered. Not hardly as big as Wyatt, but damned big just the same.”
“Can you walk?” Sebastian helped her too her feet. Unsteady as she was, she still wasn’t about to admit how dizzy she felt.
“I’m fine.”
“Like hell,” he said and scooped her up in his arms. Tawni protested Sebastian’s handling of her, but when Niko growled, she shut up, not willing to push her luck any more with him tonight.
This was so like her. Not only had she not proven herself to the four men, but now she was being carried home like a child. Could this night possibly get any worse?

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Bountiful by Mareteeka Karland and Shara Azod

In the mood for a little football?

Coach Gunnar Davidson felt that he needed to see a therapist. It was simply a coincidence that the woman he wanted to ease all of his...uh...aches had a body made from original sin and an oblivious innocence that caused lust to churn in his gut, right? And he had absolutely no intention of showing her exactly what a man his size could do with all the fruitful bearings her physique offered him, right? Wrong...


“Say something, Eliza,” Gunnar growled in her ear.

What the hell could she say? This had to be a trick. No way was the very large, very sexy linebacker into her.

“You don’t want me.” Even though she tried to inject strength in her voice, it came out as a mere whisper. “This is a trick.”

It had to be right—this had to be a trick. Maybe he was pissed about...well, something. Or maybe someone had put him up to it.

That was it! Someone had put Coach Davidson up to this! Well, wasn’t that just the story of her life? How many times did she have to be the victim of stupid, asshole jocks who found it funny to torment the fat chick? Goddamn it, she was a grown-ass woman. No way was she going to be a victim of heartless jocks. If it cost her this job, so be it, but she was not going to stand here and be the butt of his sick joke.

“Get the hell off me.” With more power than she knew she had, she batted at his hands, stepping away from him. “Maybe you and your friends think this is funny, but I assure you I do not.”

Fueled by righteous indignation, Eliza was able to put some space between them. Lord, the man was a menace. Knowing what a dirty trick he was trying to pull should’ve killed all attraction she felt toward him, but it didn’t. That pissed her off even more.

“You think this is a joke?” How dumbfounded he sounded. Right, like she was going to fall for the innocent act.

“What, I’m supposed to believe you have a burning desire for...for...” No matter how mad she was, she just couldn’t say it out loud.

It wasn’t that she was ashamed of herself. She loved who she was; she was comfortable—no, happy—in her own skin. But society didn’t feel the same way she did about women her size. No amount of diets and exercise was going to make her a size six. Eliza had come to grips with that years ago. But it still hurt when men belittled her or thought she was fair game for sadistic jokes.

Ah, shit, the tears were building in her eyes. Turning away so he wouldn’t see her weakness, she took a deep breath. She had to be strong. No way was she letting any asshole see he had hurt her; she wouldn’t give anyone that kind of power over her.

“Does this feel like I am joking?” Eliza would have jumped if Gunnar Davidson hadn’t wrapped an incredibly strong arm around her, holding her completely captive. “You don’t feel how much I want you?”

Oh, sweet Lord, she did. The steely length of his erection rubbed along the crack of her behind in slow, purposeful movements. A knot formed in her throat as she attempted like hell to find the will to push away from him. But damn, his dick felt so good! How long had it been since she was well and truly satisfied? Generally her dating life consisted of overly serious professional types. They were usually very staid, very ordinary. How many nights had she longed for some rough, hot and dirty sex, just once?

“Do you have any idea the things I want to do to you?” he growled right in her ear. The rich tone made her stomach quiver. Lord, he was very large. She was willing to bet he could handle her riding as hard as he liked, something she had never really been able to do. “And we will do each and every thing I have fantasized about. Then we are going to make up some new ones.”

“You can’t just waltz into my office and... Oh!”

Eliza’s words were cut off when Gunnar used both his hands to cup her breasts. But he didn’t stand there and fondle her. Instead his fingers found her aching nipples, pinching and squeezing the sensitive nubbins just right.

“Ummm. Dr. E, I think I might have found one of your weak spots. Wanna bet I can find them all?”

Nope, she really didn’t. As it was now, she was drowning. All kinds of naughty visions danced in front of her closed eyes. This was all so— Hell, she had no idea what to call it.

“Why?” Keeping him talking was her only chance of breaking away. Just because she was leaning back against his deliciously huge frame, rubbing her ass against his cock like a lap dancer working for a huge tip didn’t mean she was just going to allow him to make a fool of her.

Only it certainly didn’t feel like he was pulling her leg. It very much felt like he wanted her.

“Oh, baby, how can any red-blooded man not want you?” Okay, her knees just got weak. “It’s not just this…” He tweaked her nipples again, making her whimper at the exquisite pain. “Though I do admit I love your reaction. You’re smart, sexy...and mine.”

There was no chance for Eliza to argue more. Gunnar had whipped her around, his mouth crashing down against hers in a blink of an eye. Not one to have ever been manhandled so expertly, she had to admit the action thrilled her right down to her increasingly wet panties. Here was a man who could bend her completely to his will, no matter how hard she fought against it.

And that was just what the doctor ordered.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Halloween Hanky Panky (a free read by Marteeka Karland)

Halloween should have been Belladona’s favorite holiday, but truth was,
she was a witch who was scared of, well, scary things. Even a child’s costume, if
done right, could make her squeal like a girl. The other witches in her coven got a
kick out of it, jumping out of dark corners to startle her. If she shrieked, all the

So when Desmond, a warlock from the protector coven seemed to
materialize from the shadows of the trees outside the manor, Belladona did, in
fact, squeal like a girl.

Laughing when she lashed out, swinging her arms, pounding his chest in
her fury and embarrassment, Desmond simply snaked his arms around her.
“You know, you could go through one of those twelve-step programs.”

“Bite me, Warlock!”

“Oh, believe me, I’d love to, Witch.”

“Aren’t you supposed to protect my kind? that’s why they call your coven
a --” she made air quotes, “Protector coven.”

“I’m here, aren’t I? Soothing your fears with my arms wrapped around

Why did he always manage to make her feel so breathless and flustered?
She knew he didn’t really want her. Desmond was the coven bad boy. Every
witch he’d ever met wanted him. Some he took others he didn’t, but no one had
ever managed to hold his attention for longer than it took for him to bed her.

Until this very night.

She shrugged away from him, putting distance between them. Desmond
might be everything she hated in men, but he was still sexy as hell. The last thing
she wanted to do was to fall for his charms and then into his bed. “I can take care
of myself.” He snorted, grinning as he crossed his bulging arms over a massive chest.

“I can see that. You jump at your own shadow, little Bell.” Again, he moved
toward her, a predator stalking his prey. “You know I can protect you.”

“Yeah. You protect many witches and they seem to enjoy it. Why not go
find one of them to bother. The full moon will be out soon and I’ve got spells to
work tonight.”

The infuriating man simply chuckled. “Oh, I’ve got a bit of magic to work
tonight too, though none of them involve potions.”

Now, why did the thought of that make her toes curl? Shaking herself,
Bell tried her best to rally. “You’ve had enough practice in that department,” she
rolled her eyes, trying to look like he didn’t affect her. If he knew how much she
wanted to explore the option where he worked magic on her body, he’d pounce.

“Why not find a witch who will appreciate your special… talents?”

“Are you saying you wouldn’t?”

“I’m saying I don’t want to suffer from comparison.”

In the blink of an eye, Desmond’s expression was so intense, Belladona
actually took a step back. When she retreated, he advanced until Bell was
trapped between his hard body and and equally hard tree.

“One thing you can be one hundred percent certain of is that you will
definitely not suffer from comparison.” His voice had gone low and husky,
almost a growl.

Swallowing, Bell took a breath before trying to explain herself, one last
attempt at self preservation. “I”m not as sensual as most witches,” she finally
admitted. “It’s just never been my thing, you know? I’m just not a very sexual

Mood changing as quickly as any familiar, Desmond chuckled, pressing
his body harder against hers. Lord, he smelled good! He rubbed his face against
hers, nuzzling her skin until her head fell back, giving him access to more of her.

“You let me be the judge of that, hmm?” Then he claimed her mouth. For the first time in Bell’s life, uncontrollable lust coursed through her. It

took her befuddled mind several seconds to process the need, but once she did,
she clutched at Desmond’s sides, clinging to him as if her life depended on it. In
fact, his might very well. If he tried to pull away from her, tried to tell her he was
only joking that he only meant to see how far he could push her, she’d turn him
into a toad on the spot.

Seeming to like her reaction, Desmond grunted, a low rumble, all
masculine satisfaction as he found the hem of her shirt and slid his hand
smoothly underneath to reach the underside of her breast.

Bell wasn’t waiting for a more profound invitation. With shaking hands,
she found the waistband of his pants, tugging open his jeans with impatient
fingers. She was rewarded with his sharp intake of breath when her palm
cupped his shaft, circling it, stroking with a tentative touch.

“Ah, yes, Bell,” he rasped in her ear, nuzzling her face once more now that
he no longer kissed her. “I see nothing reserved about you. You’re definitely a
sensual creature.”

“I’m really not,” she managed to breathe, aching miserably for him. Had
this started only a minute ago? She felt like they’d been in the middle of heavy
foreplay for hours and she was about to snap. “But I need you inside me. Right
this second, warlock.”

Quick as a cat, Desmond spun her around. Never had Bell been more
thankful she’d worn a skirt in her life. The folds were long, swishing around her
legs with every movement, but Desmond was undeterred.

His hands slid up her thighs to hook his fingers in her panties, sliding
them down with a swift, impatient stroke only to find her thighs and hips with
his hands quickly again. He seemed to have a pressing need to touch her hips
and buttocks, kneading them with firm caresses until he finally dipped his
fingers between her thighs. “So wet,” he murmured from behind her. “Ready for me.”

He stood, pressing her upper body against the tree.
His cock pressed at her entrance, nudging, seeking, until the head slipped
past her opening. He stretched her, his sex large and filling. Bell pushed back,
arching her hips, enticing him, needing him inside her more than she’d ever
needed anything.

“Mine,” he hissed, sinking slowly into her. Bell gasped at his size, loving
every delicious inch. His words didn’t seem to register. All she could process
was the pleasure. Which was doubled when his hand slipped under her skirt
once more, to cup her sex from the front. Unerringly, his fingertip found her clit
and he stroked.

Belladona shrieked to the moon, her cries echoing in the night. As if in
answer, a wolf’s howl sounded in the distance, followed by more and more.
Desmond started a hard, driving rhythm inside her, plunging into her over and
over, his breaths ragged in her ear. With his free hand, he turned her face back to
him and found her lips in a kiss once more. His tongue snaked out to twine with
hers, his cock still surging into her with more intensity.

Finally, he began to swell inside her, his hold on her tightening. With his
own howl at the moon, Desmond surged inside Belladona one last time. Hot
seed spilled into her in powerful jets. Unexpectedly, she came again, screaming
with him, her body echoing the pleasure of his.

When the pleasure died down, Desmond held her up, still pressed tightly
against the tree. He righted her skirt, pulling his pants past his hips as best he
could without letting her go.

“Still think you’re not a sexual creature, little witch?”

“Well,” she panted, still stunned at her own reaction, “I’m really not. Not
with any other man I’ve ever been with.” He turned her in his arms, scooping her up and heading to his coven with long, sure strides. “Then I see no reason for you to be with any other man but me.”

Bell was sure she’d figure out a reason why this wasn’t a good idea, but at
the moment, she was coming up empty. But she had the feeling she’d be filled
again. Sooner rather than later.

“Happy Halloween, little witch!”

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Dark Moon Magic by Marteeka Karland

As a familiar, Blyss stays away from witches and warlocks as a rule, lest one take her against her will. But when she’s dared to sneak into the house at the end of the block, she gets more than she bargained for. Rilyn, the sexy as hell and ultra powerful warlock is about to claim his mate and tie her to him. The binding will be unbreakable, the magic unstoppable. By the dark of the new moon, he will take the lovely Blyss to paradise with a little...

Dark Moon Magic.


“I’ve got to be out of my freaking mind,” Blyss muttered. Hell Night. Midnight the night before Halloween. Not just any Hell Night, either. There was a new moon, so no light filtered through the clouds. That seemed to be a bad omen to her.

The creepy house down the street had been occupied for nearly a month and, spurred by the daring taunts of the other den members, here she was. Doing a little spying. Blyss never would have taken the dare if she hadn’t been so damned inquisitive. And more than a little drunk.

Currently, no witch mastered her, or any of her den brothers and sisters. She was free to roam the land at will. To keep herself hidden, she hadn't used her cat form in more years than she cared to count. If she did, once shifted, any witch within a hundred miles would feel her presence and she’d be that much closer to being a witch’s magical slave.

Yes. Blyss was truly was out of her mind.

Waiting until she was behind a huge tree in the front yard, she shifted, scampered up the tree to the roof of the house, and peeked into the skylight where the faint golden glow of light spilled. The only light on in the house. If there was anyone home, she should have been able to see them there. Hopefully, she wouldn't be noticed. If she was, she’d shit on the doorstep and they'd think it was a Hell Night trick.

Easy peasy.

The first part of the plan went exactly as she’d hoped. Peeking in to see the occupant, however, was where things went a

In a flash of magic, the glass disappeared and a large hand snatched Blyss by her nape. She dug in her claws, raking over flesh, hissing and spitting like mad.

"Shhhh, little pet. Be still."

The voice was deep and very masculine, with just a hint of cruelty to it. Blyss knew in that instant she was caught, her freedom over. She tried to resist, but that voice wrapped around her mind and body, subduing her like nothing ever had. Blyss trembled in his grasp as he pulled her closer.

"Shift, Blyss," he commanded softly, that voice like a dark magic spell washing over her like velvet. He knew her name. With that revelation, her heart sank. She heard it pounding hard in her ears, felt the fast-rising panic in her throat. Even her last master hadn't known her real name, but this man did. And he was no ordinary witch, either. Only other familiars knew each other’s true names, a trust that was never broken. To do so was considered the highest treason among their kind.

There was no resisting his command. Blyss’s body shifted without her command and she stood before him. Nude. By calling her name, he could command her at will. She was truly his slave if he wanted it. Normally, she was no self-conscious creature, but this man's scrutiny went soul deep. As if he were weighing her worthiness.

"Exquisite. The king was correct. You will make an extraordinary partner." Blyss wanted to speak, but knew he wasn’t finished and dreaded his next words. She knew in her heart—her very bones—what they would be. "You'll make an even better mate."

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Babysitters Behaving Badly: Taking Tansy by Sadira

Babysitters Behaving Badly: Taking Tansy
by Sadira

Babysitter Tansy has plans for her boss. She wants him and she's prepared to do anything to get him... 


"You're wearing my robe." His voice was rich and smooth, like the expensive whisky he kept in his office. It was a voice made for sex. She could practically hear him commanding her to come all over his dick and balls.

She grazed her fingers over the lapels toward the V covering her breasts, a blatant invitation for him to follow the same path. "So I am. Do you want me to take it off?"

Grayson approached her slowly, walking around her as if inspecting his property. He was silent so long, Tansy thought he might not answer. Then he stood in front of her, looking down into her upturned face. He was so tall, she had to crane her neck to meet his gaze.

"No," he said, surprising her. Tansy's face heated unbearably. Lord, but she'd made a fool of herself! No sooner had the thought entered her head and the flush suffused her face and neck then Grayson scooped her up in those impossibly strong arms and carried her up the stairs to the big master bedroom she had often admired.

Tansy's arms circled his neck, and she nuzzled the soft skin there. His earlobe beckoned and she didn't even try to resist, taking it between her teeth and nipping. He smelled so good! Just like she’d known he would.

Somehow, she found his mouth with hers. Tansy poured all her desire for him into her kiss, sliding her tongue into his mouth a little tentatively, but boldly all the same. Grayson opened his mouth to her, but didn't do much in the way of kissing her back. His body was hard and dangerous. His muscles bunched beneath her palms, letting her know he wasn't unaffected.

He tossed her to the middle of the big California king and followed her down. "I'll remove it myself." Which he did with one hard yank, exposing her body to his hungry gaze. Tansy knew Mr. Shepherd held himself back, but she didn't know why. He wanted her. Was going to take her. That was all that mattered to her at the moment. His face was a hard mask, the little vein at his temple standing out.

Friday, October 4, 2013

Available Now! A Hero to Rescue Me by Marteeka Karland

Check out Marteeka's solo addition to the men of Hero's Crossing!

When Technical Sergeant Chase Carver loses his best friend and brother in arms he never imagines a greater gain could be waiting just around the corner. At least not until he gets a Christmas card from an unexpected source--the bubbly little daughter of the man his best friend gave his life to protect.

Chase's exchanges with Abigail go on far past Christmas, and lift the seemingly never-ending heaviness that has weighted his heart. It's no exaggeration to say the cards, letters, and care packages saved his life. Then he finds out why his care packages are so well put together.

Abigail's Aunt, Melanie, is staggeringly beautiful and in a bit of a mess, herself. In fact, she seems to be in dire need of a hero. Fortunately, Chase is more than ready to take on the job.


“Melanie?” Chase’s husky whisper washed over her like warm honey. God, she wanted this man. Not just for a night. She wanted the fairytale. Wanted forever. But she’d barely known him a week. It was totally too much to ask.

“Yeah,” she said, rising and crossing to him. “I was just about to get some water. Maybe you could get me some of your mother’s leftover hot chocolate instead?”

His arms slipped around her, pulling her against the warmth of his body. He was shirtless, and the thin sleep pants did very little to hide his growing arousal. A thrill shot through her at the thought. Was it her, or would any woman arouse him? She hoped it was her. He certainly made her mind wander to places it had no business going.

“With pleasure,” he rasped out, pulling her with him into the hallway. Through the den and one kitchen to the second kitchen at the very front of the house, away from the master bedroom and his parents. The implications weren’t lost on Melanie. Was it on purpose?

Once a cup of chocolate was in the microwave, Chase backed her up against the counter, caging her in. One hand slid up her hip to her waist, while the other cupped her face. His hands were so big—his body as well. Muscles clenched and flexed when her hands slid up his chest seemingly on their own. Melanie certainly didn’t remember making a conscious decision to cop a feel.

His mouth at her ear, he said, “I was thinking, I believe everyone had a grand time today.”

“We certainly did. Thank you for the wonderful memory. Neither of us will ever forget it, Chase.” It was true. The day had been so special to her that even the awful way Dan had showed up and done so much damage to her car hadn’t completely ruined it for her.

“Good. But, you should know, I’m a mercenary at heart. I expect payment from you.”

Had she not felt him smiling at her cheek, Melanie might have slapped the turd-head, but something made her say, “Oh? What’s my tab, then?”

“A kiss.” Was his voice deeper? More husky sounding? His cock was certainly throbbing against her where he seemed helpless to hold himself away from her. Not that she minded. It was thrilling to know she could do this to a man like him.

“Hmmm...” She tried to sound like she was thinking it over, but knew she’d give it up. A kiss or anything else he wanted. “You drive a hard bargain. Had I known the price was so steep, I might have declined your invitation.”

His rumbling chuckle was the last thing she remembered before he turned her face up to him, threading his fingers through her hair to hold her still for his kiss.


Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Illicit Craving by Marteeka Karland

by Marteeka Karland

New appointed Head of Security, Worr and Kil’s sister Bacia is determined to end the violence on Lunar Colony 1. But when she's captured by one of the mercenaries, she fears she’ll be blindsided by her undeniable attraction to the handsome stranger.

Jaxon knows the fragile looking beauty isn't the colony worker she pretends to be, though he's hard pressed to say exactly who she really is. He never intended to put her in harms way, but she's in the wrong place at the wrong time and the only way to save her is to make her his prisoner. Unfortunately, the merc leader has his own plans for Bacia.

Their passion burns hot, but without trust it will burn through them both.


Remembering what Jax had said about her not being “innocent” enough, she kept a steady gaze on him, not wanting to be too bold, but needing Duval to know she didn’t bend easily. Jax swore as he pulled her into the doorway. Just before the steel panel slid shut, he did something completely unexpected. Jax pulled her against his hard, muscular frame, and fastened his mouth to hers.

When she would have protested, Jax merely swept his tongue into her mouth, kissing her as passionately as if she were his woman. Instantly, her senses were swamped by him. His kiss hard and demanding, his touch careful, gentling her when she wanted to shove him back. His arms held her firmly to him, his thumb caressed her side where his fingers gripped her, clutching her.

Why she was aware of anything other than his sinful mouth, Bacia had no idea. She’d never been kissed like this before. He demanded her response, pressing her to show him how she liked his mouth on hers. For the first time in her life, Bacia was helpless, rendered that way not by the man so masterfully dominating her but by her own senses.

Something took flight in her stomach, fluttering and struggling to free itself. The more he kissed her, the more that feeling took her over until she was trembling in his arms. And the kiss went on and on, never ending, always pleasing.

She was aware of her breasts pressed tightly against the hard muscles of his chest, her nipples aching where they rubbed against her bra and tunic. Bacia found herself gripping his arms to steady herself, the room seeming to spin, his kisses drugging her as no synthetic chemical could. Moaning and whimpering seemed to fill her ears, and it took her a moment to realize it was her voice, her cries of need.

Then there was a metallic clang as the door slid shut. Knowing they were away from prying eyes, Bacia knew she should pull free of Jax’s arms, but she didn’t seem to have the strength or the will to do so. She found she wanted the kiss to continue, and that was just unacceptable.

Friday, September 20, 2013

Oh... the things you can do with Hawaiian Sweet Rolls....

So, I've been completely SWAMPED with stuff this month!! And I'm STILL not done! Will I ever be? I sure HOPE NOT!! Busy means I have work. Work means I don't have to go back full time to the day job. *g* I'm livin' the dream and happy of it!

Anyway, I decided to take a break and post a recipe. (How fitting that I'm currently being dive-bombed by a gnat!)

This is something I'll definitely be trying this year.

Christmas Morning Monkey Bread

1 (12 pack) KING'S HAWAIIAN Original Hawaiian Sweet Dinner Rolls
1 Egg beaten
1/2 cup Granulated sugar
1/2 cup Chopped walnuts
1 stick Butter melted
3/4 cup Brown sugar, packed
1 teaspoon Cinnamon

Step 1
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Spray a bundt pan with cooking spray.
Step 2
Mix cinnamon and granulated sugar in a small bowl.
Step 3
Cut each dinner roll into 4-6 pieces. Place in a large bowl.
Step 4
Pour egg over the bread and toss with your hands.
Step 5
Pour cinnamon sugar over egg/bread mixture and toss with your hands.
Step 6
Place bread mixture in the prepared pan. Sprinkle the chopped walnuts over the bread mixture.
Step 7
Stir melted butter and brown sugar together and pour evenly over the mixture in the pan.
Step 8
Bake for 15 minutes.
Step 9
Cool slightly in pan.
Step 10
Run a knife around the edges and around the center of the pan to release the monkey bread.
Step 11
Place an upside down plate over the top of the pan and invert the pan to serve.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Hump Day HUMP post -- Boss Lady by Shara and Marteeka

Boss Lady

by Shara and Marteeka

To Dom or not to Dom?

That was the question Victor found himself contemplating every second that he was in his boss' presence. There was something about Shelia Rivers that just screamed "Spank me!" and God help him, he wanted to answer that cry. When he finds that she clearly likes poking the tiger through the bars of its cage, Victor decides to show her that even when seemingly tamed by captivity…

Tigers. Bite. Back.


"I'm very serious about this. I will not have my company run into the ground because you don't get my products where they need to be when they need to be there."

"Anyone who says that's happening is a goddamned liar." Voice low and deadly, Victor rose from his chair slowly, deliberately. "Perhaps if you crawled up Diane's ass like you have mine, she'd get things moving better in production."

"I could just scratch your eyes out instead. Maybe then you'd learn some respect." Anger dripped from her every word, though she spoke quietly, almost matter-of-factly.

"You're welcome to try." This was getting out of hand quickly, but damned if he wasn’t having fun. Watching her get all pissy Her chest heaved, her nostrils flaring just a touch. Even with those lips pursed together they looked lush and eminently kissable.

For several moments, neither of them moved, staring each other down. Amazingly, Victor found himself harder than ever. There was just something about the little sexpot he couldn't resist. The more she fought him, the more she railed at him, the more he wanted to bend her over his knee, pull up her tight little skirt, paddle her ass until it glowed, then fuck her into oblivion. That image didn't help his condition even a little.

You're welcome to try...

Yeah. A confrontation was a long time coming. Just not the way she was probably expecting.

Victor moved around his desk quickly, grinning in satisfaction when she took a step back before catching herself, holding her ground.

“You wouldn’t dare...”

“Dare what?” he growled as he advanced. “Dare to pull up that conservative little skirt that is probably hiding wicked underwear? Dare pull you over my knee? Dare to spank that full, round ass of yours until you beg me to take you?”