Sunday Snippet: Blaze (Steel Riders) by Jessica Coulter Smith #PNR #MCromance #bikers #shifters

Ride hard. Live free.




Lucas “Blaze” Thompson inhaled a lungful of nicotine before tossing the butt on the ground and putting it out under his Harley Davidson boots. Blowing out a cloud of smoke, he braced his arms on the porch railing and stared off into the night. Behind him, the raucous sounds of laughter and revelry could be heard as his brothers celebrated their latest score. They’d managed to steal ten kilos of cocaine from the Stingers M.C. and had turned around and sold it for $250,000. It wouldn’t last long, not with the rate they went through booze and marijuana, and the occasional score of heroin, but it would add to the coffers for a little while.

Truthfully, selling drugs left a bad taste in his mouth, but he supposed it could be worse. There were clubs known for prostitution and human trafficking, and he definitely wasn’t down with that shit. At least the party girls who came to their clubhouse were there of their own free will, even if half of them were hoping to become someone’s old lady. Not that Blaze was about to take sloppy seconds as his old lady, not when the party girls fucked everyone in the club, sometimes more than one at a time. He didn’t kid himself and think his mate would be virginal, but as far as he was concerned, the party girls were just one step up from whores. He had absolutely no respect for them, and when he took a mate, he was going to respect the hell out of her.

He reached for another cigarette but paused as he felt a small hand slide up his back and under his cut, the long nails slightly scraping him through his tee. Blaze didn’t know how the female had gotten the drop on him, but it wasn’t like him to be so careless. At the very least, his grizzly should have alerted him to the woman’s presence, especially since one whiff told him it was the one female he wanted to avoid.

“I’m not in the mood, Celia.”

“That wasn’t what you said last week, when you were fucking me against the hallway wall. As I recall, you didn’t say much, but you sure worked me over with that monster cock of yours.” Her hand snaked around his waist and groped him.

Blaze pried her hand away, careful not to hurt her, even though he’d have loved nothing more than to crush every bone in her body at that particular moment. The woman was downright lethal—not in a sexy way—and he knew she was trouble for the club…and him. But she sucked cock like a pro, so his brothers were ignoring his warnings. He’d caught her in the Pres’ office snooping around, but she claimed to have gotten lost on the way to the bathroom. He didn’t buy her bullshit for a moment. She was either working for someone, or looking to score. Either way, she had no business hanging around the Steel Riders, and he’d love nothing more than to boot her out on her ass.

“I fucked you,” he admitted. “Once. It’s never going to happen again.”

Fire lit her eyes for a flash of a second and then she was all syrupy smiles and simpering coos as she rubbed his chest. “You know you don’t mean that. We had a good time. It can happen again, whenever you want. However you want.”

He growled, the sound rumbling from his chest, as he bared his teeth at her. He felt his bear rise up inside of him. “I will never want you, Celia. And if you think I’m going to claim you, you couldn’t be more mistaken. I’d never take a whore like you as my mate.”

Her lips tightened and anger brightened her eyes. “So I’m not good enough for you? Good enough to fuck but not to claim?”

“You’re here to scratch an itch. Nothing more. If you want a white picket fence, you need to look elsewhere. No one in this club is going to be stupid enough to sign on to a life sentence with you.”

She drew her hand back and let it fly, but he caught it in a bruising grip before it could make contact with his cheek. He squeezed, not hard enough to break bones, but enough to get his point across. Blaze didn’t let go until she winced, then he dropped her hand and watched as she took a step back. There was hatred in her gaze as she stared up at him.

“You’re going to regret tossing me aside,” she said.

“No. What I regret is ever fucking you to begin with.”

Her cheeks flushed as she turned on her heel and stormed back inside, probably to tell his brothers what a big meanie he was. And more than likely, someone would fall for her story and take her to bed tonight. What she needed was a final send off, with her tail tucked between her legs for her treachery. There was no way Celia had been in that office by mistake. And there were plenty of drugs to be had around the club, so that only left money. She had to have been looking to steal from them. Maybe she was after the $250,000, or maybe she wanted more than that. What she didn’t know was that they seldom left cash lying around; it was locked up tightly in the safe in the boardroom, and even she wouldn’t be stupid enough to wander into that place.

Blaze shook out another cigarette and lit it up. He inhaled deeply and held the breath a moment before blowing the smoke out. He could practically feel the nicotine give him an extra charge just from that one puff. His ma had been after him to quit for years, but it wasn’t like he was going to get cancer from it, not with his shifter abilities. She should just be thankful he’d kicked his heroin habit before it had really gotten its hooks into him. He’d watched some of his brothers detox from that shit and it wasn’t pretty.

Truthfully, he didn’t know what the future held for him at this point. He was an officer with the Steel Riders M.C. and his brothers were his life. But he couldn’t ignore the emptiness he’d been feeling lately, the dull ache inside that told him something was missing. Yeah, he had a great time—drinking, smoking, and fucking anything in a skirt, but lately that wasn’t enough. He’d never dare voice his feelings or his brothers would call him a pussy and question his ability to hold the position of Sergeant-at-Arms. Blaze was known for his take-no-prisoners attitude and ability to beat the shit out of a man without blinking. And he regretted nothing he’d done for the club over the last twenty years.

He was pushing forty now. Maybe it was time to settle down. Blaze had always thought he’d know his mate when he met her, that there would be some instant pull, some recognition on his part, but what if that was just a fairy tale? What if he’d wasted all these years waiting on something that might not ever happen when he could have found some nice girl and settled down years ago? Assuming he could find a nice girl who wouldn’t mind his lifestyle. Not too many good girls wanted to link themselves to a biker for more than one night.

Yeah. That’s what he wanted. Some prim, proper, buttoned-up woman who looked like a librarian on the outside, but fucked like a wild cat. If he closed his eyes, he could almost see her. It was enough to get his dick hard. With a grunt, he put out his cigarette and contemplated his next move. He could go back inside, join the merriment and get laid once or twice by the random girls inside. Or he could call it a night and head home.


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COVER REVEAL – Rocky (Dixie Reapers MC #3) by @HarleyW_Writer #MCromance #bikers #newadult #CoverReveal



PUBLISHER: Changeling Press
COVER ARTIST: Bryan Keller
GENRES: New Adult, Contemporary,
Silver Fox (Older Man/Younger Woman)



He wants to taste her, to touch her, to claim her. And once he does, he’ll never let her go.



I was daddy’s little girl, until he didn’t come home one day. Mom moved on, married a rich guy I can’t stand, and his son, Sebastian Rossi, wants what he can’t have – me. I didn’t realize when I chose to run that I would crash down a mountain, or that the man who pulled me from the wreckage would rescue me in every way that counts. Rocky is the biggest, sexiest badass I’ve ever seen. And the more time I spend with him, the more I want to feel his lips on mine, his hands holding me, his body claiming me. I want him so bad I can taste it, but the stubborn man says I’m too young. I’ll just have to prove him wrong.


All I wanted was to brood in peace and quiet on my mountaintop while I tried to outrun my demons. I never expected that past to show up in the form of a sexy as fuck woman — a woman I shouldn’t touch. I’m not only twenty years older than her, I’m part of the reason her dad never came home. I’ll do anything it takes to keep her safe, even go home to Alabama. My brothers, the Dixie Reapers, will help protect her. I’m just not sure who’s going to protect her from me, because if I ever get my hands on all those curves, I’m not ever going to let her go.


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Throwback Thursday – Illegal (Box Set) by Mary Winter #PNR #shifter #TBT

Illegal (Box Set) by Mary  Winter

Publisher: Changeling Press
Genres: Paranormal Romance/Futuristic
Cover Artist: Renee George

Three tales of unlikely lovers and enduring passion.

Illegal Holdings: Agent Marik Sinstark knows testing the contraband black market pleasure cuffs on Elaura Janis constitutes an illegal activity, and Marik can’t afford to get caught. But then again, neither can Elaura.

Willed and Waiting: Myrtlewood’s hunky handyman has been willed to Portia, and he’s waiting for her to set him free.

Horse Play: When Flynn, an Earth Elf shapeshifter, bucks Clarice off, he’s willing to do whatever it takes to win her forgiveness, including invade her dreams and show her that the perfect place for horse play is in the bedroom.

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Changeling Press / Amazon / B&N

Praise for Illegal Holdings“Mary Winter has written a fast paced, wonderfully erotic story that keeps you reading. I was hooked from the first page and couldn’t put it down until I finished it at three in the morning.”

— Nicole Harvey, PNR Reviews

Illegal Holdings is an erotic story of choosing between doing what you know you should and what you want to do…. Mary Winter has created an engaging story set within a futuristic world and containing some very unique toys. Nice job.”

4 Angels! — Shayley, Fallen Angel Reviews

“Marik and Elaura were wonderful together in all of their activities and I was astounded when Ms. Winter dropped in an unexpected twist. The ending of this story was fun and exciting. …I hope that this novella is just the first in this exciting world.”

— Marcy Arbitman, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

Praise for Willed and Waiting“Winter has created a cozy setting for two people who are at a crossroads in their lives. They were able to get to know each other without any outside interference. Willed and Waiting is a good, quick story to read on a free afternoon.”

— Melissa, Fallen Angel Reviews

“Mary Winter has written a great story with well written, interesting characters…. I would recommend this to anyone that loves a sexy story of love, curses and the need for a little blood.”

4.5 Hearts! — Sandra, The Romance Studio

Praise for Horse Play“With a bit of whimsy and a large dash of sensuality, Mary Winter brings us a tale that reminds us of the need for balance in our lives.”

Four Angels! — Serena, Fallen Angel Reviews

“A sweet love story about a selfless woman who is destined to make a big difference in the future if she can learn how to enjoy her life.”

4½ Stars! — Candy, Ecataromance Sensual

About the Author

Mary commutes between her dream home near the Mark Twain National Forest in Missouri, and her current residence in Iowa. She lives with a menagerie of animals including an opinionated horse and a cat who was a dog in a past life. When not writing spicy tales of erotic romance, she enjoys writing science fiction and fantasy, spending time with her horse, and enjoying the outdoors. Lucky for her, her partner (hero) shares these same passions, and usually both of them can be found in their respective dens writing.

You can contact Mary at or visit her site at


Book Review: Firewalk with Me by Mychael Black #GayRomance #review #DarkFantasy


Firewalk With Me (Fae-ry Tales 1) by Mychael  Black

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Genres: Paranormal, Dark Fantasy
Themes: Gay, Magic, Elves and Magical Creatures
Length: 41 pages

About the Book

Eight years ago, Kyle Stafford had everything a seventeen-year-old kid could want — the latest gadgets, the best clothes, the newest sports car, and a palatial home. A single lapse in judgment changed everything. Now he’s lucky if he eats once a day. Taking refuge in a small cave to avoid a torrential downpour, he’s hoping for a safe place to sleep. What he gets is far from restful… and definitely not safe.

Roen of House Vakeor takes his job as a guard very seriously. When his patrol leads him to one of the hidden portals to the humans’ side, he stumbles — quite literally — into a young human male sleeping right at his realm’s front door. Whether the human knows where the entrance is or not, Roen’s duty requires him to take the young man prisoner — back to House Vakeor.

Purchase at Changeling Press


This is my first time reading a book by Mychael Black, and I really enjoyed it! I love books about the fae and I can’t wait for the rest of the series to become available. Firewalk with Me is book one in the Fae-ry Tales series. Roen’s character drew me in from the beginning, and I wanted to know everything about him. My heart hurt for Kyle and what he’d been through with his family, and I was so glad that Roen gave him a chance. The chemistry between the two was intense, and I hope we see more of them in future books in the series. The story ended with not quite all of the loose ends tied up, but it was apparent that it was done that way on purpose, leaving the reader hungry for the next book.

Rating: ☆☆☆☆☆


I received a copy of this book from the publisher for review.


Book Review: Sadie’s Kiss by Sophie Titheniel #LGBT #GayRomance #psychic


2nd Edition: Sadie's Kiss by Sophia  Titheniel

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Genres: Paranormal
Themes: Gay
Length: 74 pages

About the Book

Evan and his friend and protector, Sadie, have a life together. Alone. Just the two of them. And that’s just the way they like it. Well, Evan, anyway. Sadie may be a dog, but she’s more trustworthy than any human Evan’s met since his accident.

Sadie thinks Evan needs a human companion. So when Casey, the social worker from the LGTB Support Center shows up to rescue Evan from himself, she puts her cunning plan into action. It starts with the little things. Like a kiss.

Purchase at Changeling Press


I admit, the dog on the cover caught my attention first — who could resist that sweet face? — but I absolutely fell in love with the characters in this story. Evan has been through so much, and has closed himself off emotionally, expecting the worst of anyone who wants to get closer. And Casey was so full of hope, and eager to give Evan anything he wanted or needed. In some ways, Casey was like an overexcited puppy, experiencing love for the first time, eager to experiment. I thought their romance was sweet, and that they were perfectly matched. The sex scenes were hot and well written, and you could feel the chemistry between the characters. If you’re in the mood for a quick, hot, gay romance, this book is for you!

Rating: ☆☆☆☆☆


I received a copy of this book from the publisher for review.

Book Review: Kraken’s Prey by Echo Ishii #review #newrelease #LGBT #fantasy #BDSM


Can the Kraken convince Aristad to stop his pirate ways and love him once more?


Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Genres: Dark Fantasy, BDSM
Themes: Shapeshifter (other), Gay
Length: 66 pages

About the Book

Pirate Aristad, Captain of the Night Witch, is always on the lookout for treasure. Knowing where his former captor, Black Death Joe, hid his loot makes it all the easier. An abandoned manor holds a secret stash, but Aristad knows it comes with a price — the treasure is guarded by a creature that is half man and half beast. It is the Kraken in one of his many forms.

Aristad can’t resist the Kraken’s pull — he gives into sexual cravings that only the Kraken can fulfill, but he knows once his first mate, Delacroix, discovers his secret, mutiny will follow. Has he made too many mistakes to return to the life he left behind, and follow Kraken into the sea?

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It’s been a while since I read a pirate romance, and I loved the twist at the end about who Aristad truly was. It’s no secret from the beginning that he’s something different, but I wasn’t quite certain what. I was pleasantly surprised. Kraken was both powerful and endearing, and I fell in love with him quite easily. I was so glad they had a happily-ever-after. The story was well-written, and the descriptive writing was beautiful. Overall, I really enjoyed the story. The author pulled me in from the first page, and I couldn’t stop reading until the very end. Excellent job, Ms. Ishii!

Rating: ☆☆☆☆☆


I received a copy of this book from the publisher for review.


Spotlight: Sadie’s Kiss by Sophia Titheniel #LGBT #PNR #GayRomance @changelingpress

Sadie thinks Evan needs a human companion.


Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Genres: Paranormal, Gay Romance

Evan and his friend and protector, Sadie, have a life together. Alone. Just the two of them. And that’s just the way they like it. Well, Evan, anyway. Sadie may be a dog, but she’s more trustworthy than any human Evan’s met since his accident.

Sadie thinks Evan needs a human companion. So when Casey, the social worker from the LGTB Support Center shows up to rescue Evan from himself, she puts her cunning plan into action. It starts with the little things. Like a kiss.

Coming to CHANGELING PRESS on March 9th

Pre-Order for March 16th



Casey was tall. That was the first word everyone would come up with if they had to describe him. He’d always had a head of advantage over everyone else around him, from middle school and right up to his college days as a basketball player.

The second word would be shy. Casey was well liked, but maybe because of his height and general body size, Casey went out of his way to make himself small and unnoticeable, invisible almost, and for a six foot five, strapping guy like him it wasn’t that easy. But he succeeded quite spectacularly.

And to be honest, in the hustle and bustle of San Francisco, if you didn’t want to be seen, people wouldn’t look twice. There was too much else to engage with to pay attention to a former college basketball player turned social services major, and Casey liked it exactly like that.

Casey looked out of the tiny window of the one room, open space office he shared with Sandra, a half Black, half Puerto Rican Tasmanian devil turned accountant, and edged against the wall to throw the window open. Spring was upon them, and San Francisco was a blur of colors so bright it made your eyes sting.

Casey smiled and looked back at his computer screen, adjusting his headset, and getting back to that damned report that had kept him up most of the weekend. Not that Casey had anything else to do that weekend, but that was beside the point.

The phone rang, and Casey pushed a button automatically as he typed away. “LGTB Support Center, I’m Casey. How may I help you?”

“How much for a blowjob?”

The line was delivered amongst crass laughter, and Casey punched the off button a little too viciously, sending the phone base skidding across his meager desk, pens and papers tumbling in a flurry to the floor.

“I think we just tossed a stupendous amount of money down the toilet with that stupid ad campaign,” he said to the room at large, which consisted of him and Sandra’s empty desk. There were two volunteers who usually manned the reception desk, but it was finals time for every other kid in San Francisco, and the LGTB Support Center was seriously understaffed.

Which was the nice way to say that after the last cut the state had done for humanitarian work, the center could barely keep afloat with Casey, Sandra and Leo, Casey’s out and proud bisexual roommate, who was widely recognized as the biggest manwhore of San Francisco. The way things were, it was a miracle they even managed to keep the books in what resembled order, and Casey suspected it had a lot to do with Sandra’s creative accounting.

Casey could almost hear his parents’ disapproving sighs, even if they were miles away, all the way in Sacramento. They never really minded that Casey was gay, as long as he kept up his appearances and continued his career as a college basketball star. But when Casey had called them to tell them he was switching majors, his mom had cried for a week, and his father had refused to pay his tuition.

That was when Casey left the dorms to move in with Leo. Leo was the single most obnoxious person in the world, and Casey threatened to kill him on a regular basis — with more conviction behind the threat once Casey picked up his first shift at the center. One year later, he graduated with honors with his thesis in Social Services and Support in the Gay Community.

His parents missed their flight and never made it to San Francisco for his graduation. It really didn’t take Casey’s special sensitivity to read between the lines. They still called, though, mostly to remind him what a disappointment he was, but Casey had no regrets. He knew when he switched majors that he was never going to be the one whose name was written up in lights. He wasn’t tall enough, for one, despite “normal” people always having to look up when they spoke to him. And he simply wasn’t good enough. He was tired of warming a bench while his life swept by him. Once he managed to pull free from his parents’ overblown expectations, Casey had found that he liked working with other underdogs like him. The LGTB center was tiny, cramped and cluttered, but it felt more like home to him than the changing rooms had ever done.

Casey had a love/hate relationship with his job (bordering on hate during the unexpected weekends he’d get called in, or the Monday mornings when the stapler didn’t work or the printer got stuck), but Casey wouldn’t trade it for the world.

The Center was the first place where he felt like he belonged. Where no one treated him like a circus show. Where his “intuition,” as he dubbed it, earned him smiles and hugs and freshly baked cookies rather than scorn, bullying. Or a chorus of “freak.”

The phone rang again, and this time Casey closed his eyes, hands splayed wide on the desk. He let himself feel. It was hot outside. Too hot. A girl, crying. Blood.

Casey picked up the phone. “LGTB Support Center, I’m Casey, how may I help you?”

Heavy breathing at the other end. Casey cringed. He closed his eyes again, trying to reach out, letting his sense flood him, nearly making him dizzy.

“It’s okay,” he said, his voice different this time, slow and secure. “Nothing will harm you now.” He saw the back of an alley, a wrought iron lamp post sticking out under an open window. Casey knew the place, it was near the Fountainhead pub, down on the west end. “Hang in there, sweetie, I’m sending someone over to get you, okay?”

“I don’t want no cops.”

Praise for Sadie’s Kiss

“Sophia Titheniel writes about love, survival, and learning to trust others in Sadie’s Kiss. As always, this author knows how to create a gay relationship that touches you deep.”

— NeNe, Fallen Angel Reviews

Sadie’s Kiss is a quick, enjoyable read.”

–Cassie, Joyfully Reviewed

Sadie’s Kiss is a superb short story with a positive message of survival.The amazing Sophia Titheniel has created an outstanding well written story with realistic and very appealing characters.”

5 Nymphs! –Chocolate Minx, Literary Nymphs

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