Money Talk: Where Does Your Commission Go?
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After a few moments, he pulled away. His breath came out in harsh pants. He propped himself up on his elbow and smirked at her. “I’ll make an honest woman of you yet. Such a blissful marital life we’ll have.” He chuckled.Captive Moonlight coming February 3rd to Changeling Press.
He met her gaze. His eyes, normally dark brown, were now wolf amber. “What did I do to get such a sweet lady like you?” he said, his voice gravelly and low.**Note: This isn't from the official final copy. So treat it as an "unedited" version. Thanks!**
She laughed, but the sound caught in her throat as his lips caressed her breast. “I wonder that too. Maybe it was destiny.”
The leader of a Pride of werepumas must win his lady’s love, or she could be taken from him forever.Read an excerpt
In the Amazon Rainforest, traditions are important. They’ve long lead to survival for the Amazon warrior women.
Kyle Reynolds, ruler of the werepumas, is ready to fly in the face of those treasured customs for the love of Rubia Costa who will soon be out of his grasp if he can't win her affection before allies of the Amazons steal her away from him forever.
The Dark Huntress meets a man whose electrifying power is a fine match to her own...Read an excerpt
Regina Blake is a normal secretary until there's trouble -- then she becomes the Dark Huntress. Things are about to change when she meets a man whose electrifying power is a fine match to her own, and he's set on winning her heart. To top it off, there's a string of bank robberies which escalate into the high profile kidnapping of a famous actor.
Michael Flynn hadn't realized the extent of superhero and supervillain society. When he rushes to a bank to find it destroyed, he meets a black-latex-clad woman who makes his pulse race. As he's drawn deeper into her world, he finds himself intrigued and eager to have her.
Michael came up behind her, and his hands cradled her shoulders. He brushed a kiss against her neck near her jawline, and then another lower down her neck. His lips caressed down toward her shoulder, drawing a sigh from her lips.Stolen available from Changeling Press.
She reached up behind her and sank her fingers into his soft hair. Her fingertips massaged his head in gentle circles. Maybe she was ready for this.
He glanced at the young man and frowned. "Go on, buddy. Just watch where you're going next time."Stolen available from Changeling Press.
The kid picked up his skateboard and rushed away down the stairs.
The man smiled and offered her a hand up. "You should probably watch where you're going, too."
Maida Heatter is the fairy godmother of anything sweet, spicy, crunchy, chewy, or fluffy you could possibly imagine baking. In Greek mythology, Maida, with her elegant halo of silver hair, would have been known as the goddess Alphito, the symbol of flour and lady guardian of the mill. (Source)That sounds nice, so what else is there to know?
In one sense it is the pleasant whiteness of pearl-barley, or a woman's body, or milk, or unsmutched snow; in another it is the horrifying whiteness of a corpse, or a spectre, or leprosy. … Alphito, it has been shown, combined these senses: for alphos is white leprosy, the vitiliginous sort which attacks the face, and alphiton is barley, and Alphito lived on the cliff tops of Nonacris in perpetual snow." (Source)What do you think about Alphito? Have you heard of her?