Monstrous Kink
Available from Loose Id

The kingdom of Krim is unlike any place on earth. Spellbound more than a millennium ago it is hidden away from the world. Only those whose ultimate desires lie within its borders can enter. Zacharias is the king of Krim, the beloved gargoyle Krim Guardian, and by All Hallows' Eve he must marry and mate with a human bride to keep his crown. There's just one problem. Zacharias hasn't felt desire for anyone in over two centuries. That is until he spots darkly enchanting Mila. Now all he feels is lust.
Tempting and wicked, Mila has always lived her life on the edge. A vagabond photographer she's never stayed in one place long enough to commit. Then life drops her on Zacharias's doorstep. There's something about the chestnut-haired giant that calls to her. And she is more than woman enough to answer. In one another's arms they discover the kind of ultimate satisfaction that only a Domme and sub can experience.
But a malevolent power does not want the couple to get together, and it will stop at nothing, not even murder to make sure the union never happens.
Monstrous Kink Excerpt
For weeks now Zacharias had tried to pretend that fall wasn't coming now simply because it meant that All Hallows' Eve was right around the corner. The problem was Zacharias hadn't found a female that appealed to him in over two hundred years, but in less than two weeks he had to find a woman and bed her.
That was going to be no problem at all.
Less than twenty minutes later he stood in the midst of a human meat market. All around him females were parading their wares, hoping to be purchased or, in this case specifically, wed.
He glanced at a woman across from him. She was the comeliest of the girls on display. Her smile was vivid and shocking. Her hips were small and graceful. Her breasts were large and firm. She was a woman of perfection. Even in the long dress she wore, Zacharias could see the woman's legs were long and shapely. Arianna was an exceptional woman.
Too bad the sight of Arianna's ruby lips made him want to snarl. It should have made him happy, excited…aroused. But it did none of the above. It made him want to howl at the moon.
The woman was beautiful, sexy, and desirous, but she wasn't what he needed. No, she was another woman in a long line of women who could never satisfy his needs. His gaze moved down the line, looking at the many women the villagers had lined up for him. Not one of the women appealed to him.
"You have chosen one on your own?" The voice belonged to the wizened witch priest who had gathered the women for his perusal.
"No," Zacharias said with a sigh. He ran his fingers through his hair as he eyed the women. One had to be better than the others. One of them had to appeal to him, right?
"I will choose one for the Black Crescent Moon."
"You will choose one now."
Zacharias's green eyes darkened at the priest's bold words. "I will choose one when I am ready. Never think to tell me what to do, human."
The priest backed up at his growling tone. He knew he'd overstepped the boundaries. He had no right to tell the Krim Guardian what to do, but the old man knew of Zacharias's…issue with the opposite sex.
For some time Zacharias had felt there was something unnaturally wrong with him. It wasn't that he liked men. He loved women. Zacharias just didn't get aroused. He had even sought out the priest's knowledge on the subject, only to find he had not been cursed. Zacharias just had not found a woman to stir his blood in centuries. The priest attempted to appease him when a loud commotion broke through Zacharias's thoughts.
The whole room turned around at the sound of the boom.
Zacharias slowly rose from his throne. The crowd parted as he made his way toward the source of the commotion. The priest reached out one feeble hand. His fingers almost touched the thick wool jacket Zacharias wore.
Zacharias turned and stared at the weathered hand seconds before it would have reached him. It stopped instantly. He turned back and caught a glimpse of bright red fabric before the villagers swarmed and blocked his view.
Zacharias didn't realize he'd growled until he saw the villagers scatter and run. They parted and allowed him a view of the newcomer.
She turned toward him and smiled.
He took a deep breath, taking in the scent and sight of the woman before him.
Her midnight hair was in disarray. Her bright red wool coat was dirty and stained. There were black coal streaks on her cocoa face, and her matching leather suitcases were ripped.
She looked like hell.
He took another step toward her.
"Hi there," she said with a fluttering wave. "Thank goodness I stumbled onto this place. I was so lost and scared and then my car broke down and I –" She stopped suddenly. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened. "Jesus, you're a big one," she muttered.
Zacharias took a deep, steadying breath and smiled back at her. His eyes almost immediately narrowed. Her scent was thick and strong. She wore perfume, lovely smelling perfume, but beneath that was her scent and it called to him.
Zacharias took another whiff of the woman and rolled it over his tongue. It tasted like perfection. It tasted like home. And it made him feel.
Heat coursed through his veins. Arousal spread through every inch of his body, and desire like nothing he'd ever felt before consumed him.
"I guess I'm not in Kansas anymore," she said with a soft chuckle.
"No, you're not. You're home," he responded.

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Violet Storm
Available from Changeling Press
Storm Night is not like other magical creatures. She is a mixed breed. Blessed with the gifts from her mother, a flower fair, and her father, a Nightstalker Cyclops, she feels she is perfect.
Too bad not everyone agrees.
In celebration of her entrance to the OtherKin realm's most prestigious school of medicinal wizardry, she and her best friend Mira intend to party the night away at Yellow Brick, the hottest club in the realm.
Sipping her drink, minding her business, she hears him and his friends. They are talking about her. They are… intrigued by the fact that she is a Breed. To Storm's horror, Isaias bets five thousand cipros he can get her to kiss him by the end of the night.
Storm is willing to play along to a point. Yellow Brick is not like other clubs. It has special rooms for its most cherished patrons. With a spell card that allows her downstairs, Storm is armed and ready. She has every intention of making sure that the beautiful, blond royal elf realizes that it's not nice to play games with a woman's emotions. Especially when the woman is not opposed to doing every naughty, dirty, erotic trick in the book to make you scream.

Violet Storm Excerpt
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He was devastatingly handsome. He appeared to be anywhere from twenty-five to thirty summers. His wavy bright blond hair begged a girl to run her fingers through it. The blue eyes shining down on me asked for my forgiveness at the same time that they promised me naughty, naughty things. And his lips made me dream of endless erotic kisses.
His deep blue eyes twinkled with mischief and his full lips turned up at the corner. He was trying hard not to smile. Or laugh. I turned away. I had no desire to be the butt of his joke.
"Hey," he called before jumping off the stool and coming to stand in front of me.
"I'm not interested," I said before turning to face the other side. Wet panties or not, I still had my pride.
He grabbed my stool and turned it around. I found myself facing his handsome beauty once again. He stepped between my legs. With his hands still on my stool, I was caged by his sinewy arms.
"I said I'm not interested," I growled. I kept my eyes on his chest. Something told me looking up was dangerous. He was just too damned good looking for my own good.
"Come on, sweetheart. Don't tease me."
At his words, I felt the anger I had tried to keep tampered down bubble out of control. Tease him? He was the one playing the games.
"I'm not teasing. I'm not interested," I said through clenched teeth.
"I just want a dance, just one dance." The smile that had been hiding came out in full view. He had a breathtaking smile, the kind that could really disarm a woman.
Damn! I knew I shouldn't have looked up. Pretty faces got me every time.
"One dance." I placed my empty glass on the bar behind me. He grabbed my other hand and pulled me onto the dance floor. I blinked at the surge of intense heat when he touched me. It was as if he had shoved me in an oven. I felt this desperate need to do something… dangerous.
I took a deep breath and blew it out. Any cooling effects it had were immediately dissipated when his long, muscular arm snaked around my waist. He pulled me so that my breasts were flattened against his hard chest. I tried to pull away. He pressed me closer.
I stared up at him and flattened my hands against his chest. I opened my mouth to say something. I was getting ready to give it to him when he spoke. "My name is Isaias."
I glared up at him. I was angry as hell that I was attracted to him. And to top it off he made me feel obligated to tell him my name. "Storm," I muttered and turned to glance at the couple beside us. I did not want to look at his face.
"Uniquely beautiful."
I ignored his comment. At least I tried hard as hell to ignore what he said, tried to pretend he hadn't spoken, but the compliment washed over me dispelling some of my righteous anger.
I was disconcerted to find I was close enough to feel the soft rumble that went through his chest when he spoke. I pulled back. His large, long fingered hand moved to my hips and pressed me against him.
I couldn't help the gasp that came from my lips. I was so close I could feel him. I blushed when I realized he was aroused.
"I like the way you move," he whispered against my neck. I shivered and broke out in goose bumps. His breath felt so good, so warm and for just one second I dreamed he kissed me on my neck.
"Tell me about yourself. Tell me a little about the lovely woman named Storm."
I stilled in his arms, nearly causing a six couple pile up as those around us stumbled. I glanced up at him. "Excuse me?"
"I want to get to know you."
"Why?" One midnight eyebrow cocked with disbelief. I had heard him and if there was one thing a Cyclops trusted it was her hearing.
"For the same reason every heterosexual male wants to know a female."
I snorted and stepped out of his arms. As if I was going to believe that one of the charmed ones was attracted to a mixed breed? "Look, I know exactly why you want to get to know me and the answer is no."
He froze. "What are you talking about?"
The shock on his face made me want to scream. Then and there I decided not to show him my cards. It was his bet and if he wanted to pretend this game of seduction was for real, I would play along. But on my terms.
"Have you ever been downstairs?" I asked.