Spotlight: Lily @MeganSlayer @changelingpress #BDSM #Romance

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2nd Ed. Lily (Forever Wicked) by Megan Slayer

Cover art: Marteeka Karland

Page Count: 44 (Novella)

Series: Forever Wicked Multi-Author (#13)

Theme(s): Multiple PartnersSecond EditionsMagicVoyeurism and Exhibitionism

Genre(s): ParanormalBDSMNew ReleasesRomance

John and Michael never forgot how much they cared about their sub, Tiger Lily. She’s the one for them and they love playing with her. Now they’re ready to offer her their collar. No more waiting, they’re ready.

But is she?

Tiger Lily wants both her masters, but she’s convinced they want a toy, not a full time sub. She decides to test them and makes them prove their devotion to her. It’s a risky game of swapped control, but if things work out the way she plans, they’ll all end up satisfied.

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©2017 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved

“Sit.” He turned on his heel. As Tiger Lily dropped to her knees on the floor, Peter shielded Wendy from her gaze. Something clinked and words were whispered between them. Shadows moved across the floor as Wendy left the room.

Moments passed and seemed like hours while Tiger Lily waited. She wished she’d kept her mouth shut and her aggravation to herself.

“Okay.” Footsteps padded on the floor beside her. Peter’s boots came into view and he squatted in front of her. “Michael and John will be here later. You’re going to have to be patient. I understand you’re hurting. They’ve been gone a while and played with another sub the last time they were here. I get it. But what happened is between the three of you. You’re going to have to tell them what you want. Change the contract, write up a new one, I don’t care, but leave me out of it.”

“Sir.” Tiger Lily couldn’t keep the pain out of her voice.

“Yes?”

“I wanted you to choose me.” There. She’d said it. She loved Michael and John, but since they were younger she’d wished Peter would’ve chosen her over Wendy. Tiger Lily needed him. Didn’t she?

“Lily, my heart chose Wendy a long time ago. I’ve done things for her I never thought I’d do. I love Wendy.” He curled his fingers under her chin. “But John and Michael love you. They helped another Dom, yes, but they love you.”

“Then why don’t they tell me?” Tears streaked down her cheeks. She balled her fists. “I have no idea how they feel. I’m a toy to them, not a person.”

“Then ask them where you stand.” Peter stood and folded his arms. Wendy crept into the room and put her arm around Tiger Lily.

“Those two… sometimes you need to be specific with them. They think they know what’s going on. John’s so smart and Michael’s heart is so big, but they miss things. They love you, I’m sure, just as I’m certain you love them.” She brushed Tiger Lily’s hair from her face. “Make them earn your love.”

Sometimes she didn’t care for Wendy very much. Other times, Tiger Lily liked having another sub to get what she was going through. She knew her men, but now she truly understood them. Yes, they’d helped train another sub, but they still cared about her. Now she needed to show them exactly what she wanted, too.

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Wendy.” Tiger Lily nodded. She knew exactly what to do — make her men beg.

 

About the Author

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.

When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. Find out more about Megan and Wendi at: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm Sign up for the newsletter here: http://ymlp.com/xgjmjumygmgj

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#NewRelease – Heidi and the Alien Cop @kitcatjms @changelingpress #aliens #scifi

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Heidi’s life hasn’t been easy since she dropped out of school at sixteen to have a baby. The worst mistake she ever made was moving in with her boyfriend Brent, who turned out to be an abusive bastard, but with no education and no job, there’s nowhere for her to go. Her life for the last five years has disillusioned her that happily-ever-after could possibly exist… Then he comes into her life.

When Raylic rushes to Heidi’s aid, the last thing he expects is to end up with house guests, but she and her small son, Shane, are just what he needs. They bring life to his monstrous home and make him want things better left alone. But the more time he spends with the little family, the more he wants to keep them with him forever. Even knowing Heidi is pregnant with another man’s child doesn’t stop him from wanting to claim her.

Heidi knows Raylic is one of the good guys, but can she dare trust her heart to someone again? He’s everything she’s ever wanted, but she knows wanting and having aren’t the same thing.

Available August 4th at Changeling Press

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Excerpt

Heidi hoped like hell that Shane had gotten out of the house. She hadn’t heard the door open or shut but prayed her little boy had run to safety and not stayed to help her. Despite his young age, he acted like her protector when his dad got mad, which was far too often.

She placed a protective hand over her stomach as she cowered in the corner of the room. Brent towered over her, his face flush from too much alcohol and the rage that was burning in his veins. It wasn’t the first time he’d struck her, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last, unless she finally managed to escape. But where would she go? Without a job, or friends, or family, only the streets waited for her and their small son.

“Everyone was talking tonight about how you’ve been whoring around behind my back,” Brent said, spit flying from his lips.

“Brent, please. You know how rumors are around here.” She swallowed the knot of fear in her throat. She’d learned the hard way that fighting back only made it worse. When she fought back, it pushed him to the point of nearly killing her, and she had to keep living to take care of their son. She couldn’t leave him in Brent’s hands. Either her boyfriend would kill him, or he’d turn her sweet boy into a monster.

“Stupid, lying bitch. Did you think I wouldn’t hear about it? I bet that brat in your belly isn’t even mine. Who’s to say the other little snot is mine either? You just saw a meal ticket and latched on.”

“Of course, it’s yours, Brent. They both are. You know I haven’t been with anyone else.”

He backhanded her across the face again, an explosion of pain ricocheting through her cheek and rattling her brain. Another blow landing in almost the same spot nearly knocked her off her feet. She had just braced herself on the wall when another fist pummeled her stomach. Heidi cried out, her hands clutching her belly, hoping he hadn’t harmed their child. She’d tried damn hard not to get pregnant a second time by him, but the condom had broken two months ago.

She saw his hand wind back for another blow and cowered down, but it never came.

“I know humans play by different rules, but where I come from, we don’t beat females,” a deep voice said with a hint of a growl.

Heidi’s eyes went wide as she looked around Brent at the purple alien with the badge clipped to his belt. Was he a real cop or one of those Terran guards? He knocked Brent’s legs out from under him, then pressed him face first onto the floor, wrenching Brent’s hands behind his back. Her drunken boyfriend was no match for the rather brawny guy manhandling him. The alien slapped cuffs on Brent, then pulled out a cell phone.

“Dispatch, this is Officer Raylic. Can you send a car around to pick up some trash I found beating a female?”

She didn’t hear what else was said as the room spun around her. Heidi sank to her knees and tried to process what was happening. Had someone really come to her rescue? How had he known where to find her? A small hand slipped into hers, and she looked into the terrified eyes of her son.

“Shane?”

“I found a police officer, Mama. He’ll take care of us, won’t he?” Shane asked, looking more troubled than a five-year-old had any right to.

“Are you all right?” the officer asked her.

“I don’t know. He hit me in the stomach and the face.”

Shane’s face scrunched up. “What about the baby?”

“You have a baby?” the officer asked.

“In her tummy,” Shane told him.

The officer cursed. Brent took his moment of distraction to rear up and lunge at Heidi, a murderous glint in his eyes. She jumped to her feet and lashed out at him, kicking him in the shin and hitting him in the eye. The officer made a grab for him and shoved him back down. Brent fell face first onto the floor, getting a mouthful of nasty carpet. Heidi had to admit that it had felt damn good to fight back for once.

Heidi approached her boyfriend. With a well-placed kick between his splayed legs, she had him howling and cursing her all at the same time. She felt a bit of satisfaction, knowing she’d caused him pain, but it wasn’t enough. She looked at the officer who regarded her with a bit of mirth for attacking her abuser.

“Want to have another go at him?” the officer asked.

“What I’d like to do is beat him over the head, with a cast-iron skillet, until he can’t ever hurt anyone again.”

He nodded. “I probably would get into a bit of trouble if I let you do that. But feel free to kick him again. It’s just his word against mine.”

She looked at her bare feet. “It might contaminate my foot if I kick him there again. I’ve always heard if someone accuses you of cheating, they’re probably the one with the guilty conscience. No telling where he’s put that thing.”

The officer chuckled a bit. “As soon as backup arrives to take care of him, I’m going to take you somewhere safe. We’ll stop by the Terran Station first though. I want our healer to look at you. As small as you are, he could have easily broken bones or caused internal damage.”

“Thank you for helping us,” she said. “No one’s ever helped us before.”

He frowned. “Have you called the police before now?”

She nodded. “The officer who answered the call said I was overly emotional and it was just a domestic dispute. He said if he got another call, he would haul both of us to jail. It was the first and last time I asked for help.”

“Asshole,” the officer muttered. “Do you remember who it was? I’ll make sure he’s written up.”

“Officer Clarke.”

He nodded. “I can see him saying something like that. Don’t worry. Your husband is getting locked up this time.”

“We’re not married,” she said.

“Good. Then you can make a clean break when he’s taken out of here today. Do you plan to stay in this apartment?” he asked, looking around.

She knew what he’d see. Cracked walls, stained carpets, and the ugliest furniture imaginable. The place reeked of mildew and piss, and unfortunately for her, the rent was past due. It might not have been much, but it had been home for the last year. As often as they’d been late, no way the landlord would renew the lease. Not that she could pay it anyway.

“Where are we gonna go, Mama?” Shane asked.

“I don’t know, baby.”

The officer tilted his head. “Go pack your things. I was going to take you to a hotel for the night to give you some time to think things through, but it sounds like you need a more permanent solution.”

“The rent is past due here,” she said. “I don’t have a job to pay for a hotel room. Could you take us to a shelter?”

“Don’t worry about the cost,” he said in a soothing tone. “Just pack your things and be ready to go as soon as possible. Don’t leave anything behind that you want to keep.”

Spotlight – Fangs and Fists 3: Victor @katehillromance @changelingpress #PNR #romance

Genres: Futuristic, Paranormal, Dark Fantasy
Themes: Vampires, Werewolves, Dark Desire
Length: Novella

Werewolf gladiator Victor vows to escape captivity by demons or die trying–which nearly happens when his latest opponent takes him by surprise.

Jolanda is a member of a secret pack of wolf witches who want to free their kin from the dreaded demon tower. Strengthened by the power of her pack, she defeats Victor in the arena and demands that he be given to her as a mate.

Alone, they surrender to their overwhelming lust for each other, but Jolanda needs him for more than sex. She’s been sent to rescue the captive wolves and Victor is the Alpha she needs to help her. Together he and Jolanda plan a mass escape from the tower, hoping to strike a blow the demon masters will never forget.

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Excerpt

“Victor!” She jumped out of the shower and stepped in front of the door before he could open it.

“Get out of my way.”

“You have to listen to me.” She stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear. “I came here to fight them.”

“Right.”

He grasped her upper arms to move her aside.

“I’m telling the truth,” she said. “I came here to help.”

He laughed humorlessly. “You’ve done a great job so far. It was a huge help when you kicked my ass in the arena, and then when you demanded to use me as your private cub maker, that was about all the help I ever wanted.”

Of course that was how he’d feel and what he’d think. She’d humiliated him in every possible way.

“You have no reason to believe me, but if you would just listen to me, you’ll see that I can’t do this without you.”

He held her gaze.

Leaning close to his ear, she whispered, “We can do this together. Apart, we’re both fucked. You know I’m right.”

“Let’s pretend for a moment that you’re telling the truth. What’s your plan to help us?”

“Right now, I don’t have one.”

About Kate Hill

What do trips around the world, endless nights of breathtaking sex, and a muscular, 6-foot 3-inch, brown-haired, blue-eyed significant other have to do with Kate Hill? Absolutely nothing, but she can dream, can’t she? In reality Kate is a vegetarian New Englander who loves writing romantic fantasies. Visit her online at http://www.kate-hill.com and groups.yahoo.com/group/katehill.

Against the Wall (Adult Excerpt 18+)

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Madelyn curled against me, with her head on my chest and her leg thrown across my thigh. I tucked the blanket around her again so she wouldn’t catch a chill, and I closed my eyes. Sleeping was impossible with such a delectable woman tucked against me. She made the cutest sounds in her sleep. I couldn’t remember the last time I fell asleep holding a woman, couldn’t remember having more than a one-night stand in my entire life.

My cock was so damn hard I worried it would break through my boxer briefs. It had been a few weeks since I’d been with a woman, and Madelyn was just too damn tempting. After what she’d been through, the last thing she needed was me lusting after her like some teen who couldn’t control himself.

Her soft hand drifted down my abdomen to the waistband of my briefs. My cock jerked in response. Her breath ghosted across my skin as she sighed. Madelyn shifted again, and her knee rose, sliding up my leg to rest just under my balls. If she was intent on killing me, she was doing a damn good job of it.

“I need a shower,” she mumbled against me.

The thought of her soaking wet with soap sliding down her long legs didn’t help my situation any. I shifted in an effort to get her a little further away from the danger zone. All she did was snuggle closer.

“I’ll keep watch out here if you want to get cleaned up,” I offered.

Her hand slid a little further down until her palm slid across my very erect cock. “Or you could join me.”

My brain short-circuited. That was the only explanation. Surely, she hadn’t just suggested that we shower together?

She looked up at me. “I’d feel so much safer with you in there with me.”

The mischievous look in her eyes told me that it had nothing to do with safety. Maybe the princess wanted me as much as I wanted her, but I still wondered if it wasn’t in response to what had happened to her. There wasn’t a textbook way to react to being attacked. Maybe she needed to feel closer to someone?

She tried to shove me off the bed and I stood up, not wanting her to hurt herself. Madelyn slid off the bed and grasped my hand, leading me into the bathroom. The room was about as big as my bedroom at home, with a shower that was definitely big enough for two. She started the water and turned to face me as she shimmied out of her shorts and tossed her tee on the floor. Her swimsuit was just as appealing as it had been out by the pool. When she reached for the strings holding it in place around her neck, my heart gave a kick.

“Are you sure about this, Madelyn?” I asked. “Maybe you should call one of your friends if you need to feel close to someone.”

She stopped and stared. “Is that what you think? That I want you to shower with me just because I need to feel close to someone?”

I shrugged.

“Grady, I want you to shower with me because you’re hot as fuck and all I’ve thought about since I opened my door to you that first day was getting into your pants. I want you, Grady. I need you. But it has nothing to do with what happened today.”

My gaze traced the curves of her body. “In that case, princess, strip.”

She gave me a saucy smile as she pulled the strings on her top until it fell to the floor at her feet. She shimmied out of the bottoms, and my mouth went dry at the absolute perfection of her. Madelyn came a little closer, reaching for me. Her fingers skimmed along my abdomen and my muscles tensed under her light touch.

I arched a brow as I stared down at her. “Well, what are you waiting for, princess? You going to unwrap that monster cock, or have you changed your mind?”

She peeled my boxer briefs down my legs, and I kicked them away, my cock springing free. I didn’t brag — often — but I had been more than a little blessed in that department. A good ten inches and too big around for her to hold me with one hand. Her eyes widened. “You want it?” I asked her.

She nodded.

“How much do you want it? You want it bad enough to wrap those pretty lips around it?”

Madelyn whimpered a little as she fell to her knees.

I touched her cheek. “If it’s too much at any time, stop. I only want this if it’s good for both of us.”

“I’ll make it so good for you, Grady.”

I had no doubt that she would. I bet my little angel could take me straight to heaven. Her tongue lapped at the head of my cock before she fitted those luscious lips around it. Her mouth was hot, wet, and so fucking good I never wanted to leave. She sucked and licked my dick like a damn pro. When she pulled back, her tongue flicked the underside of my cock before she swallowed me down again.

“Baby, I’m gonna blow. If you can’t take it, pull away now and wrap those dainty little hands around me.”

She sucked harder, and my balls drew up. There was a tingling at the base of my spine, and then I was coming. I watched her through heavy lidded eyes as she swallowed every drop. It seemed my angel was as talented as a porn star, and I couldn’t wait to find out what else she could do.

Madelyn climbed to her feet and gave me a hesitant look. “Was that okay?”

“Okay? You blew my mind, princess. What do you say we take that shower before the water gets cold?”

She stepped under the spray, and I followed her, then shut the glass door. The water soaked her honey gold hair and droplets fell from her hard nipples. I reached for her shower gel and lathered my hands before reaching for her. I pulled her out from under the water and massaged the soap into her skin, starting at her throat and working my way down to her cute little toes. Her bare pussy beckoned to me, and I wanted a taste more than anything, but I wasn’t going to rush. Who knew when I’d get my hands on a woman like Madelyn ever again?

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#NewRelease – Against the Wall by @HarleyW_Writer @changelingpress #NewAdultRomance #Romancebooks

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Grady

Handyman and heartbreaker. I’m damn good at my job. While my hands have been occupied building a deck for the delectable Madlyn Sparks, what I’ve really wanted to do was trace every one of her curves with my tongue. I bet with just one touch she’d go up in flames. My dick’s been harder than a damn post since I took this job, but I learned the hard way not to fuck myself out of a paycheck. But once this job is done, all bets are off.

Madelyn

Grady has done a fantastic job on the deck, but I didn’t really hire him for his carpentry skills. The man is fine as hell and I’ve wanted to take him for a ride ever since I saw him on my doorstep. Never in my wildest dreams did I think getting attacked would bring us closer together. He went from hunky handyman to overprotective bodyguard in an instant, and now that we’re living under the same roof, I just can’t keep my hands off him. Just one problem… now that I’ve had him, I never want to let him go.

Available July 7th from Changeling Press

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The sound of my drill was loud in the otherwise quiet backyard. I’d been working on this massive deck for two days for a pampered princess, but there were perks aside from a paycheck. I glanced toward the lounger by the pool and couldn’t help but admire the tanned perfection of Madelyn Sparks. She might be petite, but she was all legs and curves. Definitely a mouthwatering package.

The sun beat down on me and sweat rolled down my temples to drip off my chin onto the wooden deck below. I’d literally put my blood and sweat into the thing, but tears weren’t going to happen. Not unless the goddess decided to kick me in the nuts for staring too much. She did a pretty good job of ignoring me, even when I drooled. Couldn’t really blame her. A guy like me was too far beneath someone like her. The house she lived in had to cost at least half a million, if not more. My bungalow was a little too damn close to the questionable part of town and probably could have fit in her garage.

I put in one last screw and wiped my brow before standing. My back cracked as I stretched and put the tools away. As much as I would have loved to stare at perfection a little while longer, it was time to call it a day. I had an ice cold shower waiting for me at home, along with a beer and a bag of pretzels. The dinner of champions. Or rather, the dinner of a broke handyman. This job was going to pay really damn well, but I didn’t get the check until I finished the deck.

The scent of suntan oil reached my nose, and I turned to see Little Miss Perfect. She pushed her sunglasses on top of her honey blonde tresses and smiled at me.

“Finished for the day?” she asked.

“Yeah, I thought I’d pack it up and come back first thing tomorrow. Eight o’clock okay?”

Her nose wrinkled a little. “As long as you don’t mind me being crabby. I don’t finish my morning coffee until nine.”

I couldn’t help but smile at her. Something told me that even at her crabbiest she was damn cute. She couldn’t have been more than twenty-one or twenty-two. I felt ancient at close to thirty, even though there were only a handful of years between us. I put my tools by the back gate and waited to see if she would say or do anything else.

“Would you like some water or soda to take with you?” she asked. “I even have some of that flavored stuff you can add to a bottle of water.”

I must have made a face because she laughed and crooked a finger at me. Like a little lost puppy, I trailed after her and into the pristine house, my boots clunking along the hardwood floors. Her kitchen was huge, with spotless granite countertops and stainless steel appliances.

“Nice place,” I commented as I took in my surroundings. I’d never own a place like this. Not because I didn’t want one, but because I wasn’t going to earn enough ever to climb this high up the social ladder.

“It was my parents’ home. They died last year and left everything to me.”

Well, that explained why she was so rich at such a young age, but it had to suck to lose her family like that. My mom was still very much alive and living it up in Vegas as a retired showgirl. I’d never known my dad, and I wasn’t sure Mom had ever known who he was. Just some nameless man who had crossed paths with her at some point. Along with countless others. Mom hadn’t exactly been known for being a one-man woman back in the day. Or now, for that matter.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” I told her.

She gave me a small smile and opened the fridge. “Water or soda? I have a beer, but I doubt it’s one you’d like to drink. I’ve been told it’s a girly beer.”

I laughed and told her water was fine. It was the best way to stay hydrated in this horrible heat. I guzzled half the bottle before I even took a breath. Madelyn had her hip propped against the counter, and her gaze traveled over me. I couldn’t help but grow hard under her perusal. If she noticed, she was good at pretending otherwise. There was heat in her eyes as she looked up at me. Part of me hoped for the green light to kiss her the way I’d wanted to since the moment she opened her front door several days ago. The other part worried I’d screw myself out of a paycheck again and told me to keep it in my pants.

I finished my water and tossed the bottle into the trashcan. As much as I wanted to linger, I couldn’t think of a reason not to leave. My work for the day was done, and she wasn’t exactly saying much to keep me in her house. Then again, I was sweating all over her pristine floors. She probably couldn’t wait for me to leave.

“Thanks for the water,” I told her. “I’ll see you tomorrow at eight.”

“Let me walk you out.”

“That’s okay. I’ll just go out the back way. I left my tools by the back gate.”

She nodded, and if I wasn’t mistaken, there was a hint of sadness in her eyes as I turned to walk away. I wondered if maybe she was a little lonely, living in such a big place all by herself. For all I knew, she had a string of men waiting at her beck and call, but I hadn’t seen a single person any of the days I’d been here.

Her gaze drilled into my back as I made my way through her house to the back door. The humid air smacked me in the face as I stepped outside and made my way over to the gate. I picked up my tools and let myself out of the backyard. My truck was parked at the curb. I hadn’t wanted to take a chance on the damn thing leaking oil on her driveway. I shoved my stuff into the backseat and climbed in. As I was about to pull away, a flashy car pulled into her driveway, and a guy in a pink polo and khakis got out. Figured she’d go for a sissy boy like that one. His build was slight, and the softer angles of his face made him almost appear feminine. If he had any muscle on him, it definitely came from a gym. Guys like that didn’t get their hands dirty.

With a shake of my head, I pulled away and drove home to the other side of town. Living in a small town meant it didn’t take long to reach the house. My driveway was cracked and uneven and my porch drooped, but it was home sweet home. I killed the engine and got out, taking my tools with me. No way I would leave them in the truck in this neighborhood. Not unless I wanted them stolen. After I unlocked the door and pushed it open, I stepped inside and immediately frowned. It felt like it was a million degrees in the house.

The air conditioner in the front window still hummed, but when I stepped closer and held out my hand, only hot air came out of it. I’d just cleaned the thing the week before, so I knew that wasn’t it. It looked like the four-year-old unit had finally called it quits. As I walked through the house, I noticed the other even older units were not on or were sending out blasts of hot air as well. Just what I needed, the cost of four window units. Hell, even the cost of one was too much. There was only twenty bucks in my account until I got paid for my current job either tomorrow or day after, depending on how long it took me to wrap things up.

I went into the bedroom and turned on the ceiling fan before stripping out of my clothes. In the bathroom, I turned on the shower and didn’t even bother with the hot water. An icy stream hit me straight in the face as I stepped under the spray and it helped cool my heated skin. I stayed in the shower as long as I could, knowing I would just be miserable once I got out. After I dried off and pulled on a pair of boxer briefs, I contemplated what the hell I was going to do the rest of the night. In this neighborhood leaving a window open was just asking for trouble, so that was out.

As I tried to figure out what to do, my phone started ringing. I frowned when I saw the number on the display. What the hell was the princess calling me about? Had I left something at her place? I accepted the call and put the phone up to my ear. Before I could even say hello, I heard her sobbing on the other end.

“Madelyn? What’s wrong?”

She cried even harder. “I… need… you.”

“You need me? What happened?”

“Please come.”

I didn’t get a chance to say another word before she disconnected the call. A bad feeling came over me as I threw on a fresh pair of jeans and a tee. I doubted she was crying over her deck, so I passed up my work boots for a pair of tennis shoes. It only took me a moment to dig my wallet and keys out of my discarded clothes, and I ran for the door, stopping only long enough to lock the place up. Breaking every speed limit in town, I screeched to a halt at her curb about ten minutes later.

SPOTLIGHT: Serena’s Prince @AylaRuse @changelingpress #fairytales #romance

Hello Jessica! Thank you for having me on your blog. I’d like to share with you and your readers what went behind my decision to retell the classic fairy tale of The Frog Prince. My version is titled Serena’s Prince from Changeling Press’s 2nd edition of the Forever Wicked Series.

Changeling Press put out an in-house call for erotically re-told fairy tales. As soon as I read about the theme, I was excited. I’ve always loved fairy tales. My desire to retell one, however, came many, many years ago when I first read Anne Rice’s retelling of Sleeping Beauty in The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty. Then (as now with most retellings) I liked a more adult take on the story and that there simply was more than the typical happily ever after ending. The publishers call came like a beacon for me to try my hand at retelling.

Out of the most popular fairy tales that are told and retold, The Frog Prince story bothered me. I always felt something was missing. I mean, the girl is mean to the frog, breaks her promise to him and even kills him! Yet when he turns into a prince, they immediately embrace and declare their undying love to one another. In my mind, the price would be ticked off. Not only that, I never liked that the girl was so mean. There had to be a reason behind her attitude and I wanted the prince to have some kind of revenge against her. Of course, being a fairy tale and a love story, the pair had to find love everlasting. In my version, I make them work for this love and develop it while figuring each other out and finding the real key behind the curse.

In planning my version, I asked myself many questions about the original tale, such as:

  • Why is the heroine so mean to the frog? I have never thought it right that this heroine seemed so snotty. It could be because she was young—and some versions allude to this—but then why would she and the prince marry if she were a little girl?
  • Why/How was the cursed frog at the pond to begin with?
  • On one hand, I can understand the prince being happy that he was released (supposedly) from his curse, but why would he be so in love with her when she was so cruel to him?
  • Who cursed the prince? And why? And what exactly did the curse entail?
  • How/Why could the pair fall in love?

Fairy tales are immortal in that they are told and retold through the ages. Every version brings a new idea or casts a new light onto the original. My hope is that my version brings a wicked and satisfied smile to those who love the first telling.

Thank you again, Jessica, for letting me spend time with you and your readers. Below is a snippet from Serena’s Prince.

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 Serena’s Prince (Forever Wicked) 2nd Edition

By Ayla Ruse

Publisher: Changeling Press

Genre/Theme: Erotic Romance, BDSM, Paranormal, magic

BookAddict at The Romance Reviews Wrote:  “This is a twisted fairy tale and it’s a kinky delight.”

A frog, a curse and a broken promise. Sometimes punishment can be its own reward.

 

Serena never thought asking for help from a frog would result in her being naked and tied to her bed. She should be afraid. She should call for the guards. She definitely should not be… begging for more.

Prince Rennick needs to get his hands on Serena’s necklace — the one item sure to break the curse that turned him into a frog. When an accident makes him temporarily human, he cannot help but use his Dominant nature to bend Serena to his will.

What should have broken the curse turns into a desperate attempt to save Rennick’s life. As they try to find the key, Rennick demands much from Serena, but is she willing to surrender everything to this frog-turned-prince?

 

Excerpt:

“Why do you cry so hard?” the frog asked.

Serena froze. Had that frog just talked to her? “Excuse me?” she asked, her brow raised high and her nose tipped up. She barely looked at the thing hopping toward her.

“I was in the pond. I heard a noise and wondered who disturbed my peace. Now I want to know why.”

“This is my garden, frog. Go find another if you want peace. Stop stealing my own.”

She wanted to push at the creature with her foot, but thought better of it. Her slippers were brand new, and she didn’t want frog slime to ruin them.

“You must be an enchanted frog,” she commented when the frog simply stared at her. “I didn’t know frogs could be enchanted.” When the animal remained quiet as though it waited on her, she deflated. “Fine. It’s not like you’re the next man trying to break me,” she huffed.

“Break you?”

“Never mind. You want to know what’s wrong? My stepfather’s trying to marry me off to over-blown barbarians. I’ve been manhandled more than any woman should be. And if that weren’t bad enough, tonight’s idiot broke my necklace. Now it’s at the bottom of this pond.”

“Hmm. Sounds rough.”

She wiped at her eyes, refusing to cry anymore. “Well, you asked. It’s not like you have any stress in your life.”

“You have no idea.”

She rolled her eyes. “Like you could have a hard life. You sit all day in my garden, eating bugs, swimming at your leisure… Wait. You’re a frog.”

“Do I even need to respond?”

“No. I mean, you can swim to the bottom and get my necklace, can’t you?”

“I could, but why?”

She laughed, happy that she might get her necklace back. “Because you can. Because that necklace means the world to me, and because I’ll… I’ll let you stay in my garden.”

“You’ll let me?”

“Yes. Otherwise I’ll have Henri, the gardener, chase you out.”

The frog appeared to shake its head. “Not possible,” he seemed to mumble. He hopped over to the pond, stared down for a long time, then turned back to her. “If I retrieve your necklace, you must make me a promise. Otherwise, it’ll remain at the bottom of the pond.”

Serena didn’t even blink. What could a frog want? An endless supply of flies? Whatever it came up with, the price would be negligible. She shrugged. “Sure.”

Buy Links

Changeling Presshttps://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1892

Amazonhttps://www.amazon.com/Serenas-Prince-Forever-Wicked-Multi-Author-ebook/dp/B071X9GNVZ

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Author Info

Handed a historical romance at young age, Ayla Ruse fell in love with love and with happy endings.  Having grown up living life tasting a little of this and a little of that has not changed this attitude, but it’s expanded her views.  Love isn’t always happy and it isn’t always the way a person “thinks it should be.”  Sometimes it’s outside the box, and it’s always a challenge.

 

Ayla is a stay-at-home mother who also home schools three young men-in-training. In her free time, she loves the outdoors, reading, and exploring. She also loves to hear from her readers and can be reached through any of the following:

 

Website:    http://www.aylaruse.com

Blog:    http://aylaruse.blogspot.com

Facebook:    https://www.facebook.com/ayla.ruse

Twitter:    https://twitter.com/aylaruse

Amazon Author Page:    https://www.amazon.com/Ayla-Ruse/e/B006Z1JMXY

 

 

 

 

#NewRelease – Summer and the Alien Guard #scifi #aliens

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Summer would sacrifice everything to save her family,

but the alien Vordro is too sexy to ignore.

When her family is evicted from their home, Summer knows things can’t get much worse. She blames herself. She should have done something sooner, but now it’s time for drastic measures. There’s only one thing left to do, even if it means tying her life to that of an alien. She drives straight to the Terran Station.

From the moment he first sees the young Human step out of her car, Vordro is mesmerized. He’s never seen anyone so vibrant, so beautiful… or so troubled. He wants to be the answer to her prayers, even if he knows he’s too old for her. The thought of her mating with anyone other than him leaves a sour taste in his mouth. But moving Summer into his home proves to be far more temptation than he’s able to withstand.

When things get off the charts hot between them and Summer ends up pregnant, Vordro knows he’ll do anything to protect her and their unborn child — even if it means defending her from her own family.

Excerpt

Summer watched as the last of her family’s possessions were carted out of their home and loaded onto a truck. If she’d known things were this bad, she might have been able to act sooner, but her parents had never said a word about the bank foreclosing on their property or that they would literally lose everything but their clothes. She didn’t know where they were going, or how they would survive. They’d even lost all but her beat-up Toyota, an ancient car even the bank didn’t want. At twenty, she should be worrying about college. Not whether or not she’d be eating tonight.

There was only one thing she knew to do, and her parents weren’t going to be happy about it. She’d mentioned the bride program once before, and her father had shot down her idea. She’d known that money was tight, but she hadn’t realized how tight until now. If she’d known, she wouldn’t have listened to her dad and would have joined the program anyway. She’d heard they paid well if you signed up.

“We’ll stay with Aunt Martha tonight,” her dad said. “And then we’ll figure something out tomorrow.”

“I need to run some errands after we go to Aunt Martha’s,” Summer said. “I probably won’t return until dinner or later.”

Her father nodded absently as he loaded their meager belongings into the trunk. The drive to her aunt’s house was quiet and gave Summer time to think. She dropped off her parents, then drove straight to the Terran Station. When she pulled into the parking lot, she smoothed her hair and wished she’d stopped to put on makeup and maybe change her clothes. She smoothed on a little gloss, then took a breath before stepping out of her car.

As she approached the station, a tall Terran opened the door for her. She smiled her thanks and stopped at the reception desk. The woman there was on the phone, so Summer waited patiently. There was warmth at her back, and she looked over her shoulder, and up. The same Terran who had opened the door for her was now standing extremely close. She wondered if maybe she looked like someone who was about to go postal on the place.

“I promise I’m not here to cause trouble,” she said.

“I’d be happy to escort you to your destination. Are you here to meet with someone?” he asked.

“I need to sign up for the bride program.”

He studied her. “Interesting choice of words.”

“Excuse me?” She didn’t think she’d said anything wrong. Maybe he hadn’t understood her?

“You said need. Not want.”

She licked her lips. “I meant want.”

“We only take serious inquiries for the bride program. If you aren’t entering it for the right reasons, you might as well turn around and go home.”

Tears misted her eyes. “I can’t.”

His gaze softened, and he placed a hand on her waist, guiding her away from the desk. He motioned for her to take a seat and he hunkered down in front of her, the leather of his pants creaking from the movement.

“Why don’t you start by telling me what’s wrong,” he said. “And then we’ll go from there.”

“I said I need to sign up for the bride program because it’s my only hope. My family was evicted from our home today, and all our possessions were taken as well to pay off creditors. All we have are some clothes and a few pairs of shoes. My father works hard, but it’s not enough. I don’t know how else to help them.” A tear slipped down her cheek as she looked down at her lap. “Please don’t send me away.”

He reached out and gently took her hand. “I’m not going to make you leave, but I don’t think the bride program is the right choice for you.”

“I don’t know what else to do. I can’t keep a job no matter how hard I try. No one will hire me. I even saw one manager tear up my application as I exited the store.”

“Are you hungry? Or maybe you’d like some coffee?” he asked.

“I don’t think I could eat if I tried. I’m not a big coffee drinker, but I like hot chocolate.”

The Terran rose to his full height and pulled her up. “Come on. We’ll see if the café has hot chocolate.”

She let him lead her through the station to a food court area. He settled her at a table before walking off. Summer looked around and noticed several of the Terrans were watching her with interest. Would it be like that on their world, if she were to sign up for the program?

When the Terran returned, he had two cups in his hands. He gave her one with a smile and then claimed the chair next to her. She was amazed he could fit his long legs under the table, but he managed somehow.

“I’m Summer,” she said as she took a sip of her drink.

“It’s nice to meet you, Summer. My name is Vordro. Now, why don’t we talk a little about your problem and see if we can come up with a solution other than the bride program.”

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