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: Kraken’s Prey by Echo Ishi #LGBT #Fantasy #NewRelease


Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Genres: Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Shifters, Gay

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?


There was no sound of footfalls or breathing, though something deep inside me told me that we were not alone down in that cellar. Even with Atlantis gone, the old gifts of my homeland told me: there was another mind out there.

“Stay here,” I commanded.

I rounded the next corner. No one followed this time. In the dim light, I stared directly at a rotted wooden door. I hesitated. It may have been a prison but whomever or whatever had been there escaped long ago.

I took several cautious steps toward the door and pushed it open.

I held my breath.

There wasn’t much to see at first, just a stone floor was covered in straw. No grisly remains. No stench of death. No splattered blood.

I let out a breath.

This room was no prison but something dwelled here. I felt the tingling in my bones.

I swung the lamp around to glance at all corners.

There they were… two large trunks pushed against the wall.

Delacroix shoved past me and stood in the middle of the room. He took one look at the treasure chests and his eyes went wide.

“Damn! It’s all ours,” he said with glee.

“Wait,” I told him.

Delacroix turned to me.

“There’s a fortune in front of us,” he hissed at me.

“Exactly. Two trunks filled with treasure just sitting there,” I said.

I turned to the others who’d joined us in the room. They all stared wide-eyed, greed written across their faces.

“Before you touch it, ask yourselves why unguarded treasure has stayed here all this time?”

That made them stop. Pirates are a suspicious lot. We all knew that gold didn’t sit there for the taking unless there was a price to be paid.

“I’d listen to your captain if I were you,” came a deep, dark voice out of the shadows.

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About Echo

Echo Ishii loves to write stories of the fantastic — from high fantasy to high tech and everything in between. She is a long time science fiction fan, as well as a fan of all things fantasy and paranormal — classic sci fi movies, shows, and even radio dramas.

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#NewRelease – Mystic Kiss (Boxed Set) #Fantasy #PNR #KindleUnlimited

Mystic Kiss by [Allenton, Kate, Lewis, Della, Govaere, Devin, Keck, Laurie, Michaels, Avery]


Publisher: Coastal Escape Publishing
Authors: Devin Govaere, Kate Allenton, Avery Michaels, Della Lewis, Laurie Keck


Mystic Kiss. Five special women, five intriguing men, one day of romance…

In Blansett, North Carolina, Valentine’s Day is always a special event. Passion permeates the air, and soul mates can be found in unlikely places. As the mystical community gears up for the annual masquerade ball, five young women discover that Blansett really puts the charm in Prince Charming. They just might, with open hearts and willing minds, realize their true desires. All they have to do is take a leap of faith and embrace their fates.

The Ghost and Mindy Moore
Water witch Mindy Moore is a traveler, teleporting from one splash of water to the next. After encountering a ghostly apparition on the boardwalk, she’s confused for many reasons, especially since water witches can’t see ghosts. Determined to help, she seeks advice from fellow witches, offering aid and comfort to the lost, injured man named Rob. As the tides ebb and flow, she’s locked in a desperate race to save a man she feels connected to in so many ways, another traveler who has, somehow, magically found her through the water that separates their lives.

Love Me Not
What’s a cupid to do when his own Cinderella doesn’t believe in true love? Hope Mooney has given up on love, and it shows. On the verge of losing her job, Hope returns home to write one more article to prove that happily ever after is a myth, even in a magical town like Blansett. What she doesn’t count on is the hot hunk determined to prove happily ever after is very real—and he has the secret to attaining it.

Love Enchanted
The Augustine women are enchantresses, cursed for being self-serving and selfish. Darcy has accepted that she’ll never find true love but decides to at least patch up the family reputation by refusing to use her powers to manipulate others. Just as she has given up on love, she finds herself being courted. Finally, she could be the one to break the family curse, but a hunter has come to town, intent on capturing an enchantress for his own. Will Darcy escape the hunter and seal the deal with true love’s kiss before her time runs out?

The Power of Love
Cursed from birth, Carter Branson is the awkward guy everyone loves to make fun of. Paislee Smith is Miss Valentine for the Cupid’s Ball. In a compassionate moment, Paislee picks Carter as her date for the night, unaware there’s a secret to breaking Carter’s curse and turning him into the man of her dreams. Will the power of love and the magic in Blansett be strong enough to bring two friends together in true love’s kiss before the clock strikes midnight?

For the Love of Copper
Bridgette Côtè is owner and chef de cuisine of a popular restaurant, and it’s a life she enjoys. After she acquires an ancient copper lantern, her quiet, predictable life dissolves into turmoil when a mischievous dog comes along and shakes things up. Seeking help with her new furry friend, she makes a capricious wish on her new lantern. Then Alexander appears at her door. When the dog whisperer is able to tame her rascally mutt, Brie begins to wonder if the lantern is truly magical and will it be able to grant the one true wish she secretly holds?

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Kate Allenton

Devin Govaere

Laurie Keck

Avery Michaels

Della Lewis


#CoverReveal – Fae Bound @AuthorDulce @changelingpress #fantasy #GayRomance #elves #shifters

DD_Fae Bound


Captured by the Dark Fae Dirian and kept in a spelled cage, wolf shifter Navarro wonders if he’ll ever see freedom again. Being imprisoned takes an interesting turn when his mate steps through the door at Dirian’s side, his torso and back scarred from years of abuse. Navarro wants nothing more than to save the both of them, but he doesn’t know how.

When the Wood Elf Tabor first touches the red wolf in the cage, he knows the two of them share a special connection. Dirian gives Navarro to him as a pet, but the shifter is so much more. For the first time in three hundred years, Tabor wants to bind someone to him with Fae magick, a commitment not taken lightly by his kind.

The two make the best of their captivity, but when an opportunity to escape presents itself, Navarro knows they must take it — and in doing so, free everyone Dirian has enslaved.


Available at Amazon, B&N, iTunes, and Kobo October 20th

Spotlight: Crazy Little Spring Called Love

Crazy Little Spring Called Love

Crazy Little Spring Called Love: Eight Magical Stories of Fantasy Romance

This delightful fantasy romance anthology features eight magical stories inspired by the awakenings and renewal of springtime. If you like fairies, djinn, gods and goddesses, druids, mermaids, magic, and true love, then this is the anthology for you.

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Featuring: L.J. Longo – “Seaweed and Silk”

Seaweed and SIlk
Svildna is not the type of mermaid who suns herself on the ice all day. She can kill a shark, scour a keel, and patch a sail as easy as they comb their hair. So she’s more than capable of escorting The Apple Jack and its crew to the warmer southern waters. When a storm blows the ship off course, she finds herself in dangerous waters, under suspicion, and falling in love with the last man she’d expect.

Excerpt from Seaweed and Silk

“Gonna be a bitch of a storm.” Gekko grumbles at the bow over my head.

I can’t see nothing but sunrise water from my station below the bowsprit of The Apple Jack. The sky, redder than shark’s blood, bathes the ice flows and barely penetrates the black ocean. The breaking water flares around my tail in icy splashes, and I lean out of the merrow shelf, holding the metal bar. High above Gekko stands shivering on deck, bundled to her long green nose in her over-sized quilt.

“Well, look who’s here! Morning, Ms. Wizard. I never saw you up so early. You gonna disappoint the wolves and take your share of breakfast for a change?”

I’m not entirely sure what a wolf is. When I asked they said they could turn into wolves, that it was a kind of animal. Something like a shark only on land and in packs. Four men in our little eight-person crew are wolves.

The wind-chill reddens the tip of Gekko’s nose and floppy long ears. A goblin from the tropics, even a wizard like her, has no business being this far north. “Can you feel that storm, Seaweed?”

“I’m a mermaid, ain’t I?” I’ve given up on getting the crew to say my name. Svilnda is apparently too hard for land-dwellers. “Told Captain about it last night. By the course he set, he means to barrel under it before it breaks.”

“Hope we’re fast enough.” Gekko clutches her blankets tighter.

Hoping it will sooth her fears, I make a show of my magic and move a chunk of ice noisily away from the bit of metal, canvas, steam that keeps her afloat. “Captain knows what he’s doing.”

“More than you do certainly.” The goblin plops down at the bow and looks out at the wild water.

The waves chop across the horizon. Little mountains of white foam with only occasional towers of ice to break the endless ripple of the sea. Below the waves, a blue whale keens for her calf; I hear it in my mind. They’re running from the storm.

“Did you talk to Tan about this storm?” Gekko calls down.

Instantly, thoughts of the storm disappear, as if the danger of tumultuous skies cannot coexist with Tan and his warm smile.

It’s a funny thing about how his smile changes his face. He’s fierce ugly when you don’t know him. The fellow ‘s enormously tall and made of stone. I don’t know what race that makes him. Not one I’ve ever heard of, though I suspect stone-people don’t make a habit of swimming in deep water. With the pebbles across his face and arms grating when he talks and a bare chest that’s just a wide swathe of sheets of sliding stones which he only covered with a weird half-dress thing called an apron, he looks strange and hard. Until he notices you and he smiles. Then you hardly notice the pebbles and certainly when he start chatting in his deep voice or whistling soft, sweet melodies it’s hard not to like him.

The name Seaweed is Tan’s fault, but I’d never hold it against him. He was only teasing because I wear woven kelp instead of seashells. Seashells are for the mindless rich maids who sun themselves on the ice all day and comb their hair and flirt shamelessly with sailors and other idle fools. I’m not pretty, or rich, or idle. I’m a merrow who can scour your keel, weave you a seaweed shirt, or patch your sail. I can tan a seal skin and kill a shark better than I can comb my hair.

And sailors like Tan and the wolves never give me a second glance. In a way, I’m proud to be above their leering—means I’m part of the crew, not some pretty thing to look at—but I’m sometimes a little ashamed too. Everyone likes to be beautiful now and then.

Though Tan, when he smiles, can make anyone feel special.

“Seaweed! Did you—”

“Why would I talk to the ship cook about the storm?” Of course, that’s no reason to sit and smile thinkin’ about him when there’s a goblin wizard waiting for your half of the conversation. “What’s he gonna do? Bake it away?”

Gekko snorts. “Don’t be nasty, mermaid. Tan’s got more experience with ships than you ever will. Captain only hired you because you bid cheaper than any other merrow in the job auction. It was a mistake and I’m not much interested in being aboard the ship that suffers from a water-witch’s learning curve.”

I stare hard at the sea until I’m sure I’ve swallowed my pride. No sense in annoying the wizard. Not when she’s right.

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SPOTLIGHT: Goddess by Chance





Arienne Marcos is a librarian with a secret. She has superhuman strength, a genius level IQ, and a goddess mother who is never satisfied. When Arienne lands on the radar of a god determined to use her for revenge, she has no idea what she is in for.

When Chris Triton enters her life, Arienne is unprepared for the long dormant feelings and blazing passion he arouses, but while basking in her budding new relationship, Arienne is equally unprepared for the shattering event that nearly destroys her town and her entire life.

In time, Arienne will discover that her new lover harbors secrets of his own, secrets that could be deadly. Along the way she will find herself caught in the center of an eons old grudge between gods with a thirst for revenge.


Anyone who knows me is aware that I love all things Greek mythology. After I completed my first novel, Goddess of Legend, I started to wonder could there be more Demi-god Daughters out there that needed their stories told. To start with I had to decide what Greek goddess would be a good candidate to have a half mortal daughter. I’m sure who I chose will surprise many.

After that I thought about what kind of heroine I would have this time around. Since I’d created such a take charge, kick your butt heroine in the first novel in the series, I wanted to go for a much softer and more vulnerable heroine and thus Arienne was created. As for the god in this story, I wanted somebody a little rougher around the edges with more of a dark side. I’d say he’s more of an anti-hero than a hero and as a result he was a lot more interesting to write.


Triton’s eyes opened in the darkness as a soft hand wrapped around his cock. He didn’t move as Arienne continued to fondle him in the dark. Her innocent fascination with the part of him he was so proud of made him bite back a chuckle. As her thumb rubbed over the head, he couldn’t help the way his breath hissed through his teeth. Her hand left him immediately.

“Arienne,” he said in a soft tone.

She remained silent. His hand moved to lie between her breasts where he could feel the frantic pace of her heart beating.

“Sweetheart,” he tried again.

She sighed. “I didn’t mean to wake you. No, I did, but I…”

“You know you can tell me anything. Just say it.”

“I want to make love again.”

In the dark, Triton smiled. He shifted her in his arms until her head was on the pillow next to him. Even in the dark, he could see the expectant look on her face.

“I’d like nothing more,” he said.

She kissed him then, her lips soft and eager against his, and he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. Arienne’s erect nipples brushed against his chest and he grew harder. Her tongue slipped inside his mouth, making him groan. The sweetness of her kisses was nearly enough to undo him. Easing Arienne onto her back as her kisses became feverish, his hand reached between her legs where the evidence of her readiness couldn’t be denied.

Nudging her legs apart, he slowly he thrust inside of her and her tight, wet channel gripped him like a vise, stroking him. His hips pumped into hers at a languid pace, enjoying the velvety softness of her. She moaned against his mouth before her tongue slipped to tango with his. Every slide into the welcoming warmth of her body made him pulse with increased desire.






AUTHOR DETAILS: Erin Ashley Tanner is a proud alumni of Florida State who is currently embarking on the journey that is nursing school. In the rare free time she has, she enjoys leisure reading in all genres and writing whatever stories come to mind. She dreams of a long life filled writing many more stories. To learn more about Erin, swing by her website at or find her on Facebook at Author Erin Ashley Tanner or on Twitter @erintheauthor.

An Ashton Grove Thanksiving is available for Pre-Order!


An Ashton Grove Thanksgiving

Ashton Grove Werewolves

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Can a brokenhearted wolf find love a second time?

Autumn O’Roarke joined the Ashton Grove pack in an effort to change her destiny. After being mated to abusive wolf, she isn’t sure another mate is in her future, but she does want a place where she can be happy and made to feel welcome. But when she’s sent to the alpha’s house, things take a turn she hadn’t anticipated.

Gabriel Andrews has shut himself away in the old Victorian since the death of his mate and child. Having turned the pack over to his cousin Connor, he’s surprised when Connor’s mate sends a woman to his door with a problem. One sniff tells Gabriel there is something unique about the human woman standing in front of him, and the secrets she will reveal are enough to bring him to his knees. Determined to do the right thing, he swears to watch over her and protect her.

Two broken souls, Autumn and Gabriel face more than their own fears. A darkness surrounds Autumn as she faces a threat she can only overcome through love. Her love for Gabriel. But having been battered and bruised by her previous mate, can she learn to trust again?

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Autumn stared at the man in front of her. She’d heard the whispers in the pack and knew he’d gotten the scars on his face and arms from the demon attack several months before. The Ashton Grove pack had reached out to other packs seeking both men and women to grow their numbers after losing so many. Having lost her mate to a drunk driver, Autumn had taken the chance for a new start.

“Do you know why you’re here?” Gabriel asked.

“Aislinn told me to come here,” she answered softly.

“She seems to think you have a problem. If that’s true, why didn’t you go to Connor with the issue?”

“I don’t have a problem. I pay my rent on time and attend the pack functions. I promise I haven’t caused any trouble.”

His gaze softened. “No one said you were troublesome. They just think something is wrong. Have you had problems with anyone in the pack? Maybe a male who’s being too persistent?”

She shook her head.

“Perhaps one of the females has taken issue with you?”

She shook her head again.

Gabriel sighed. “Well, something has to be going on. Aislinn wouldn’t have sent you here if she didn’t have a reason.”

“I don’t want to cause any problems. I’ll pack my things tonight.” Autumn fought back tears, but one slipped down her cheek.

“Hey,” Gabriel said softly. “Easy, Autumn. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

He placed his hands on her shoulders, but she needed more comfort than that. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had touched her so gently. With a broken sob, she melted against him, wrapping her arms around his waist. At first, his arms held her loosely, as if he didn’t know what to do with her. But after a moment, he tightened his embrace and held her close. A hand stroked her hair.

Autumn knew she needed to pull herself together. It wasn’t the alpha’s fault she was crying. Living with her mate had broken her in some way. She’d thought his death would free her, but she couldn’t have been more wrong.

With a sniffle, she eased her arms from around him and took a step back, wiping the tears from her cheeks. Gabriel reached out and caught a stray tear as it dropped from her eyelashes.

“Better now?” he asked.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” She didn’t even know how to finish that thought. She didn’t mean to be so weak? To cry all over him? To disturb the solitude she knew he wanted? Maybe she was apologizing for all of it.

“It’s okay. Sometimes you just need to let it all out.”

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