#preorder Their Grizzly Hero by Dulce Dennison #GayRomance #LGBT #shifter #PNR #threesome #interracial

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Publisher: Changeling Press
Author: Dulce Dennison
Cover Artist: Angela Knight
Banner Art by Jessica Coulter Smith
Series: Bureau of Paranormal Affairs
Genres: Gay, Shifter, Suspense, Interracial, Men in Uniform
Length: Novella

What started as a rescue mission quickly turned into so much more…

Shifter Forces Agent Holt Rainmaker is beyond pissed that he was captured. It was supposed to be an easy mission. Draw out The Collector, then arrest his sorry ass. The last thing Holt expected was to end up in a cage, but things aren’t all bad. If he hadn’t gotten captured, he’d have never found Bastian, the quiet shifter he knows belongs to him. He’d thought he’d never find his mate, but nothing could surprise him more than the blast of need that fills him when a pissed off grizzly comes to their rescue.

Agent Decker Stauder has seen a lot in his twenty years with the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs, but the case he’s been working on the last six months is unlike anything he’s tackled before. Shifters are going missing nationwide, and more are vanishing every day. Little did he realize that when he tracked down The Collector, he would end up finding not one mate but two.

Forty-three and married to his job, Decker never expected to settle down. But once he scents his mates, all bets are off. Not only is he claiming them, he’s going to bury the man who dared to cage his mates.

 

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EXCERPT

Holt groaned and slowly opened his eyes, wondering why he felt like he’d been buried under a mountain of boulders. His muscles twitched and ached, and a sour taste filled his mouth. As his surroundings came into focus, memories of the mission-gone-wrong slammed into his head. He growled as he stared at the bars encircling his cage. Reaching forward, he was about to grip the iron when a voice stopped him.

“Don’t,” said a soft male voice. “They’re spelled.”

Holt retracted his hand and turned, seeing a form huddled in the corner. He approached, then halted when the man seemed to shrink even further. Whoever he was, it was apparent he’d been treated badly during his captivity. The last thing he wanted to do was scare the man even more.

“I won’t hurt you,” Holt said.

“You won’t be given a choice, if you want to survive.”

“Who are you?”

“Bastian Bowers. And don’t ask how long I’ve been here because I don’t know. The days blur together. I lost count a long time ago.”

Was this one of the first shifters taken? Holt didn’t remember a Bastian Bowers being on the list. Was it possible more were taken than they’d realized, and their list was incomplete? Considering how many shifters they knew had been taken, the thought was staggering. He wanted to get closer, scent the male and figure out what was going on, but from the huddle form in the corner, he knew that getting any nearer wouldn’t be a good idea. Not yet anyway.

“I’m with Shifter Forces,” Holt said. “My name is Agent Holt Rainmaker.”

“It’s not like them to be sloppy enough to take an agent,” Bastian said. “Were you in the wrong place at the wrong time?”

“Something like that. I was bait, but it didn’t turn out the way I expected. None of us realized they were using magick to abduct people.”

“How exactly did you think they could kidnap an almost seven foot tall bear, not to mention all the other predators they’ve picked up?” Bastian asked, a bit of bite to his tone. “It’s not like they meekly went along.”

Holt ground his teeth together. He didn’t like hearing that he and his team had been incredibly stupid or knowing that more shifters might suffer because of it. The man wasn’t wrong though. They should have considered the fact someone was helping them, or that it was in fact a magick wielder who was kidnapping the shifters. They’d been so focused on the big picture of saving all those who were missing that they’d overlooked a few details. Really big ones it seemed. A rookie mistake that he was now paying for. His people wouldn’t stop until he was returned though, so there was that. He reached for the underside of his polo collar, feeling for the thin disc that had been pressed there before his mission, and realized his tracker had been removed. How the hell had The Collector even known about the tracker, much less where it was located?

“Have you seen the person who took us?” Holt asked.

“There are several people involved, of varying races,” Bastian said. “They have fae, witches, some humans. I’ve seen a variety of people since I was taken. Some come back more frequently than others. They like to torture us so don’t show any signs of weakness or they’ll use it against you.”

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With an overactive imagination and a penchant for making up stories, was it any wonder Dulce Dennison decided to be an author? From cowboys to shapeshifters, she has a story for them all, but her passion lies in writing m/m romances. Dulce believes in love in all shapes and sizes, and that everyone deserves a happily-ever-after.

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Sunday Snippet: Rising from the Ashes by Charity West #Firemen #RomanceBooks #newadult

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“You have to be exhausted after working until this morning and then dealing with my apartment this afternoon.” I nibbled my bottom lip. “What if I made dinner? I haven’t eaten yet, and I’m sure you haven’t either.”

“I have a better idea. Why don’t we order some pizzas and watch TV for a while? We can sit on the couch and just relax for the rest of the night. Put on PJs and kick back.”

I arched a brow. “You own pajamas?”

“Well, I own pajama pants. Does that count?”

Holy Jesus, was he seriously going to run around without a shirt? Because I wasn’t sure my hormones could handle it. The hint of muscle I could see through his t-shirts was enough to make me drool. I didn’t think I could handle bare skin. Although, it would be a nice distraction from my problems, as long as I could keep my hands to myself. I wasn’t going to make any promises, though. A shirtless Zarek might be too much temptation.

He smirked, and I realized I was staring like an idiot.

“You just pictured me shirtless, didn’t you?” he asked with laughter flashing in his eyes.

My cheeks flushed. “No. Of course not.”

His grin widened a little, and he shook his head, clearly not believing me.

“If you tell me what you want on your pizza, I’ll place the order while you get comfortable.”

“I knew you were anxious to get me out of my clothes.”

My whole face felt like it was on fire. Before I could embarrass myself further, I bolted from the room and went to get a drink from the kitchen. I’d made a fresh pitcher of sweet tea last night and hadn’t touched it yet. By the time I’d poured myself a glass and returned to the living room, I could hear the shower going. I set my glass down and went to change into a tank and sleep shorts. They were old and comfortable, but they showed enough skin to be considered sexy. Do I want Zarek to see me as sexy?

I’d thought we would be roommates, co-workers, and nothing more. But the more I got to know Zarek, the harder it was to resist him. I’d felt that instant spark when we’d met at work on Monday, and I had to wonder what that spark would feel like if our lips touched. Would I feel the zing all the way to my toes? Just being near him was enough to make me tingle with awareness. I thought about him in the shower and wondered if he was as sexy dripping wet as I imagined him to be. I gave myself a mental slap, changed into my pajamas, and then returned to the living room. I couldn’t order the pizza yet since Zarek hadn’t told me what he wanted on his. I hadn’t paid close attention at work when the crew had ordered enough pizza to feed a small army.

I heard the shower shut off, and a few minute later, he wandered into the room.

My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, and I nearly choked on my own spit as he sank onto the sofa next to me. Holy hell, he was hot as fuck! His broad chest was well-muscled and his abs … I nearly fanned myself. As I whipped around to face the TV, before I got caught staring, I absently wiped at my chin to make sure I hadn’t been drooling.

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Throwback Thursday: Fatal Games by Dulce Dennison #TBT #LGBT #RomanceBooks

Genre: Alternative (MM) Contemporary Romance

Heat Level: 3

Word Count: 13, 710

ISBN: 978-1-77233-242-1

Editor: JS Cook

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Genres: Gay, Men-in-Uniform, Contemporary, Suspense
Length: 13,700 words

When a ghost from his past begins to haunt him, Griffin loses the only man he’s ever loved. Not one to be knocked down for long, he joins the local police department, donning the badge once more, determined to catch his lover’s murderer. But the killer isn’t done with him yet.

When a rash of crimes break out, all targeting Griffin, he knows that his days are numbered if he can’t catch the person responsible. With fellow officer Garrett Peterson aiding his investigation, Griffin knows it’s only a matter of time before he catches the killer. What he doesn’t count on are the developing feelings between Garrett and him.

But how can he possibly make time for love when his life hangs in the balance?

Be Warned: m/m sex

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EXCERPT

“I need to change. Then you can give me a ride to the station since it seems I’m without a ride until I can replace my car.”

Garrett leaned closer and sniffed. “You are a bit smoky.”

Griffin snorted and turned toward his house. He could feel Garrett’s presence behind him as he entered his home and left the door open for the other officer. If he was determined to play bodyguard, Griffin supposed he would have to let him. In his bedroom, he quickly stripped out of his uniform of jeans and a dress shirt, and pulled a clean set out of the closet. He pulled on his pants and slipped on his shirt. Leaving it hanging open, he gathered his boots and walked back to the living room. Through the open door, he could see his fellow officers milling around his yard as they examined the scene.

He felt Garrett’s gaze on him and he met the hazel eyes caressing his body. It hadn’t been an intentional temptation when he’d come in half dressed, but it seemed Garrett was taking it that way. Garrett stepped closer until their bodies were nearly brushing. Despite his intentions to hold the other man at bay, his heart sped up, leaving Griffin wondering if maybe he felt more for the man than he’d thought.

Garrett gripped the back of his neck and pulled him down for a scorching hot kiss, his lips rough and demanding as he took what he wanted. Griffin could have pulled away, could have put a stop to it, but as Garrett’s tongue flicked against his lips, he found himself opening, wanting more, needing Garrett’s taste on his tongue. He dropped his boots and his hands rose of their own volition, gripping Garrett’s waist and pulling him closer. So lost in the moment, Griffin didn’t care if someone saw them. It was no secret that he was gay and the guys on the force didn’t seem to have a problem with it. It was completely out of character for him to flaunt it though.

The deep, devastating kiss was both exploratory and fierce. Garrett demanded that Griffin give in to him and Griffin found himself powerless to do anything else. It was a long, drugging kiss, Garrett’s lips lingering as if he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. Garrett’s tongue thrust into his mouth again, dancing, curling, coaxing. The kiss turned seductive and Griffin couldn’t fight his body’s response to the other man. His cock stirred with interest and for the first time in six months Griffin wanted more than basic human contact: he found himself desiring another man, needing him with an urgency he thought he’d never feel again.

When Garrett finally pulled away, Griffin was panting, his heart hammering against his ribs, his body hard and tense, wanting a release that he knew wouldn’t come. Not yet anyway. After that kiss, Griffin knew if Garrett pursued the growing attraction between them that he would be powerless to turn the other man away. His body craved satisfaction, but now wasn’t the time. He wanted more than a quick tumble, wanted more than to just take the edge off.

“I’m not giving up on you, Griffin. We will finish this later. Count on it.”

Throwback Thursday: Southern Drawl by @AuthorPaigeW @evernighpub #Interracial #RomanceBooks #CopRomance

Genre: Western Romance

Heat Level: 2

Word Count: 12, 120

ISBN: 978-1-77233-026-7

Editor: JC Chute

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Cover Artist: Sour Cherry
Genres: Interracial, Contemporary, Western
Length: 12,000 words

Carson Benson has wanted to be a cop for as long as he can remember, but there are some days that he doesn’t like his job. Like the day he gets called out for a domestic disturbance and finds a battered woman and terrified child. What Carson didn’t realize was that it would be a turning point in his life.

Peaches Malone and her daughter Daisy are very important to Carson, and he’ll do anything to protect them. Including taking them home—to his home, where he can watch over them. And if Peaches feels that same spark he feels when he looks into her eyes, all the better.

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EXCERPT

Drew eased up to the table. “You supposed to be drinking while wearing that badge?”

Carson glanced down at the badge clipped to his belt. Hell, he’d forgotten all about it. He plucked it off the belt and shoved it into his pocket. His job was still new to him, but he loved it.

“At least I ain’t on the clock,” Carson said.

“Chief Lumley would tear into your ass if he saw you drinking while wearing that badge,” Drew said. “You can’t afford to fuck up with this job. I know it’s something you’ve wanted for a while.”

Carson shrugged. “I just forgot about it. I’m not used to wearing it yet. If I was still in my uniform, I mighta remembered. Got called out after hours, so I just grabbed the badge on my way out the door.”

“You like the job so far?”

Carson nodded. “It ain’t quite what I expected, but it’s a good job. I got to help a lady the other day when she was broken down on the side of the road. Felt good.”

“And how are things on a more personal front?” Drew asked. “You haven’t dated anyone since we moved here.”

“No one interesting, I guess. The women around here are a little too independent for my taste. I want a woman I can take care of. Someone who will lean on me, not boss me around and go out drinking with her friends every Friday night, ogling half the cowboys in town.”

Drew grinned. “In other words, you don’t want Lexie’s friend, Shelly.”

Carson snorted. “Not hardly. Guess I’m just old-fashioned. I’m not saying I don’t want her to think for herself, because I do. I just want her to need me.”

“Lexie’s a strong woman, but she needs me, even if she won’t admit it half the time. But I get what you’re saying. You want someone quiet, someone who will come to you when they get into trouble.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s what I want.”

“She’s out there somewhere, Carson. You’ll find her. Probably not sitting in this bar, but you’ll find her.”

Sunday Snippets: Cuffs & Kink by @HarleyW_Writer #RomanceBooks #Snippets #EroticRomance

Bad boys always do it better, and Ty is about to show Josie just how good sinning can be.

Cuffs and Kink (A Bad Boy Romance) by Harley  Wylde

Genres: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Men-in-Uniform,
Silver Fox (older man/younger woman), New Adult

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Length: Novella

Holy fuck! It had obviously been too long since I’d gotten laid if little Josie Wright had my dick standing at attention. She couldn’t be more than twenty, and her prim and proper attire always made her look even younger. At least, that was normally the case, but it seemed the reverend’s daughter was taking a walk on the wild side in her short shorts and barely-there halter top. How the hell had she escaped her parents’ house looking like that?

She normally looked more like a boy than a woman, but fuck if those shorts didn’t hug slender curves. The shirt was molded to her, showing off breasts that looked perky even if they were on the small side. I’d always been into stacked women, but for some reason those understated curves of hers were making me harder than hell.

I needed to avert my eyes and get my monster cock under control. Walking around town with my dick tenting my uniform trousers was probably not a good idea. I was pretty sure if anyone knew it was Josie who’d given me wood, I’d be run out of town by the end of the day. Hell, I had to be a dozen years her senior, but fuck if my dick cared right now. Had she really been hiding that body all this time? I glanced her way again and saw her talking to some of the boys from the local college. She was better off with someone closer to her age, even if I did want to bend her over the hood of that little VW Beetle she tooled around in every day. That ivory skin of hers would look hot against the cherry red paint.

She laughed at something they said and the sound carried on the breeze. It reminded me of damn fairies, it was so light. My cock jerked against my zipper, and I discreetly adjusted myself. If I didn’t get the hell back into my cruiser and away from Josie, I was going to end up embarrassing myself. Hell, I was already embarrassed that a slip of a woman had me harder than I’d ever been before. And knowing that prim and proper Josie was more than likely a virgin just made matters worse. I’d always steered clear of innocent women, but I would have loved to corrupt her. An image of her bound to my bed flashed in my mind, and I groaned as I reached for my cock again.

I was just about to slide into my vehicle when the tone of her voice changed. Her harsh, urgent tones had me turning her way again. One of the guys had her hands shackled behind her in his massive grip while the other leaned into her space. When I saw him fondle her breasts and her struggle to break free, I found myself slamming the car door and charging down the street. His lips were on her neck as his hands pawed at her, and without thought I reached out and grabbed him by the back of his neck, slamming him facedown onto the back of her Beetle.

“I believe Miss Wright said no.”

“What the fuck, man?” the dickhead whined. “We were just having some fun.”

“I suggest you have fun somewhere else, because if I catch you having that kind of fun in my town again I’m hauling your asses to jail for attempted rape. I have no doubt that’s where you intended to take things. Maybe not here in the middle of the street, but once you’d managed to get her alone. Isn’t that right?”

The second guy held his hands in the air and backed away. “It was just a bit of fun, officer. She’s not worth the trouble.”

The one in my grasp struggled to break free, but I slammed him against the car again. His face was turning almost the same color as her paint job, and I smiled grimly. Josie looked at me with wide eyes as she massaged her wrists. I saw the angry red marks where they’d held her too tight, and it made me want to lash out at the asshole in my grip.

“What do you say, Miss Wright? Are you pressing charges? I doubt I could nail them for attempted rape, but definitely for assault.”

She shook her head, and I noticed her eyes were shiny with unshed tears. Fuck me. My heart twisted in my chest at that innocent face looking so crushed. If she’d known what would happen, I’m betting she wouldn’t have worn those clothes outside of her house today. Hell, I was the law and even I was hard as a fence post just looking at her. Men should be able to control themselves better, and most of us could. A woman had every right to wear whatever she wanted. But there was always a dickhead in the bunch. Or in this case, two.

“Looks like you’re free to go, asshole, but steer clear of Josie. You hear me?”

I released him, and he took off down the street without even a backward glance. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d pissed himself at some point. Once I was certain he was gone and wouldn’t cause more problems, I turned to face Josie. Before I could even open my mouth to ask if she was okay, she launched herself into my arms, plastering that sweet body against me. Yeah, if I’d been hard before, I was a fucking steel post now. There was no way she didn’t feel the effects of her body against mine. Surely, even Josie Wright wasn’t that innocent.

“Thank you, Officer Daniels. I thought they were harmless, but…”

My shirt felt suspiciously damp, and I looked down to see tears streaking her cheeks. My arms tightened around her as I did my best to comfort her, without copping a feel. I might be an ass, but I wasn’t that much of an ass. Although, her ass… No, I wasn’t going to think about her ass, even if it did look good enough to bite.

“Let’s get you home,” I said, setting her away from me — or trying to. The damn woman was attached like a barnacle. Her arms tightened around my waist, and I expected her to wrap her legs around me too.

Mmmm. Oh yeah, arms around my neck, legs around my waist. Now that was an image I could jerk off to later. Sweet little Josie, open and willing and oh so wet. I’d bet she tasted divine and felt even better. Not that I would ever find out. Nope. I was going to put her in my car and take her home where her mama could take care of her.

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#NewRelease – Grizzly Affair @AuthorDulce @changelingpress #LGBTQ #GayRomance #PNR

 

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Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Angela Knight

Genres/Themes: Paranormal, Suspense, Interracial, Men in Uniform, Gay
Length: Novella

With a rogue shifter on the loose leaving a trail of bodies, it isn’t the best time for bear shifter, Roarke Hilliard to have his heat cycle. Especially since he’s the lead Special Agent on the case. But nature must take its course. When his partner, agent Spencer Malloy, places himself in Roarke’s path during his greatest time of need, the bear is worried he might break the human. But Spencer wants Roarke badly… bad enough to call in a paranormal escort.

Grigore Gabor may be a male escort, but he’s never slept with any of his clients… until now. The moment the wolf shifter gets a whiff of the bear who hired him, and his human companion, he knows he’s found his mates. But getting the surly ursa to agree is another matter.

With a killer on the loose, now isn’t the time for finding true love. With Roarke handicapped by his heat cycle, there’s only so much the agents can do against the rogue shifter. They can only hope to bring the man to justice before another body is found.

Available 9/15 at Changeling Press

Available 9/22 at Amazon, B&N, iTunes, Kobo

Excerpt

Special Agent Roarke Hilliard, Bureau of Paranormal Affairs, scented the air as he scanned the crime scene for clues. Darkness filled him, narrowing his world to this one moment. Blood soaked through his pants and coated his hands as he knelt beside the too still, mangled body. The copper tang of the teen’s blood teased his nostrils. His nose flared as he searched for other scents. Gunpowder residue and the stale smell of sweat hung heavy in the air.

A gun was clutched in the young man’s hand, his fingers gripping it even in death, and yet the weapon hadn’t been able to save him. Slashed across his sternum, the killer’s claws had dug deep, all the way to the bone. His clothes were torn in other areas. His belt had been partially torn from him. The clues were adding up to a terrifying, grisly picture.

This wasn’t the first victim, and if Roarke couldn’t catch the bastard responsible, it wouldn’t be the last. Up to this point, the killer had targeted male prostitutes. But this one was different. There were no indications of drug use, no condoms in the victim’s wallet. Was the killer branching out? Or were his tastes changing?

“This is definitely our guy,” Agent Spencer Malloy said as he surveyed the scene. “If we don’t catch him soon, we’ll be on every channel in the country. You know how much the Bureau hates bad publicity.”

Roarke stood. “There has to be a pattern. The first known victim was in Chicago. The second was in South Bend, Indiana. But now, victim number five is in Atlanta. Where is he going?”

“I still say they aren’t planned. I think our guy is picking up young men, then he gets frustrated when they won’t give him what he wants and he kills them.”

“They’re prostitutes living on the streets. There isn’t much they won’t do for the right amount,” Roarke reasoned.

“What’s that super sniffer of yours telling you?”

“I don’t smell semen. I don’t think he got very far before he killed this one. Maybe that was his motivation. Either he couldn’t get it up, or the victim resisted.” Although he could be wrong. Roarke wasn’t about to admit it to anyone, but during his heat cycle his nose was not the most reliable. It took every effort not to turn bear the closer the time got.

Spencer ran a hand through his short, blond hair. “I don’t like this. Rogue shifters are one thing, but one bent on murder?”

“The lab ran the sample three times,” Roarke reminded him. “No match was found in the system, but the DNA suggested a hybrid.”

“Which explains the instability,” Spencer muttered. “He obviously has impulse control issues. My gut says there are more murders. Unless some switch flipped in this guy’s head, there’s no way his first murder was last month. Not unless he was just turned, and what’s the likelihood of a just-turned hybrid?”

Roarke sighed. “I’m afraid I have to agree with you. We need to have records run a search on all unsolved shifter related homicides nationwide for the past five years, see if anything pops up that matches our guy’s MO.”

“I’ll call it in while you check out the rest of the scene. Maybe we missed something on the first walk through. Then you’re going to the hotel for a shower and a change of clothes.”

Roarke nodded and looked around again. He began a slow circuit of the space, sniffing for something he might have missed as his gaze touched on every square inch of the room. He knew from experience they wouldn’t find anything new. Fingerprints and DNA did them no good when the killer wasn’t in the system. According to the shifter laws of 2023, formed when shifters came out of hiding, all shapeshifters were required to have DNA and fingerprints on file with the government. Those who didn’t comply were termed “rogue” and would be put to death if they were found to have committed a heinous crime. If you weren’t registered, you didn’t have rights.

Spencer motioned to him from the doorway and Roarke stepped out into the sunshine. With the smell of death and decay surrounding him, he’d forgotten how beautiful it was outside. Spring was in the air, which spelled trouble for a bear on a never-ending job. The urge to mate would hit him hard and Roarke would be powerless to stop it. Last mating season, he’d damn near lost his job when he’d holed up in a motel room for three days with a willing male from a shifter run escort service… he might do well to keep their number handy.

“I passed on our thoughts about there being more murders and Rawlins said he would put a team on it.” Spencer began walking toward their SUV. “He asked why the hell we couldn’t have thought of that weeks ago. I told him we were too busy chasing a trail of mangled bodies. Pompous ass.”

Roarke grinned.

“I say we go get you cleaned up and grab a bite to eat. We missed lunch and I know that beast inside of you has to be starving.” Spencer held out his hand. “Keys.”

Roarke pulled them from his pocket and handed them over. He climbed into the passenger’s seat and patiently waited for Spencer to get in and start the vehicle.

“Speaking of my beast, there’s something you should know,” Roarke said as they pulled out of the parking lot. “My mating heat is going to hit soon. Since I don’t have a mate, my bear is going to seek the first willing male available. It’s going to possibly put me out of commission for a few days.”

“So we take a break.”

Roarke shook his head. “The mating fever is going to hit our killer grizzly too. It means more murders if he can’t find someone willing and able to handle the frenzy. Think double or even triple the body count we have now.”

“Fuck. We have to catch this guy!” Spencer slammed his hand against the steering wheel.

About Dulce

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With an overactive imagination and a penchant for making up stories, was it any wonder Dulce Dennison decided to be an author? From cowboys to shapeshifters, she has a story for them all, but her passion lies in writing m/m romances. Dulce believes in love in all shapes and sizes, and that everyone deserves a happily-ever-after.

Married since 2000 to a man she isn’t sure is quite human, her husband and children (which she fondly calls the demon spawn) keep her busy, but never too busy to write. Is there such a thing as too busy to write? Most mornings you can find Dulce set up with her laptop, a cat curled up next to her, and a steaming cup of coffee just an arm’s reach away.

Dulce loves to hear from her readers! You can find her on Facebook or Twitter. If you’d like to hear more about new releases from Dulce, please sign up for her newsletter.

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#NewRelease – Coming Home @AuthorPaigeW #Romance #MilitaryRomance #SecretBaby

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Publisher: Siren Publishing
Length: 38,500
Heat Level: Scorching

When Bowen finds out the love of his life is marrying his brother, he hauls his ass across country to stop the wedding. The last thing he expected was a pint-sized little girl running down the aisle calling him daddy. One look in her eyes and he knows that Caitlin is his. With the wedding off, Bowen demands time to get to know his daughter and has no intention of ever letting Lorelei go again.

As a web of lies makes itself known, Lorelei and Bowen realize they still love each other as much as they did before. Barely able to keep their hands off one another, is it any wonder they decide on a quick engagement, hoping for happily-ever-after this time?

Bowen isn’t backing down this time, he’s making Lorelei his in every way that counts.

Excerpt

Bowen looked at the clock on the dash as he entered his hometown city limits. The wedding was about to start, and he was going to be late. He’d wanted to get at least cleaned up a little before showing up. His hand rasped against the whiskers on his chin. It had been two days since he’d last shaved. The T-shirt he wore was wrinkled and probably smelled since he hadn’t done laundry in over a week.

He’d woken two days ago, realizing he couldn’t let her go through with it. The logical part of his brain said he should stay gone, let Dex and Lorelei go on with their lives, have their happily-ever-after. But then those damn emotions, the ones he always shoved down deep, had reared their head, demanding that he do something before he lost the woman he loved forever.

For two months he’d stayed faithful to Lorelei, hoping she was doing the same. Then he’d talked to Dex and heard the happiness in  his brother’s voice. He’d joked and said Dex must have met a woman. His brother had dealt the killing blow that he’d been spending time with Lorelei and that he still loved her. Bowen had gone out that night and gotten shitfaced. It had been oh so tempting to tell his commanding officers to fuck off and go AWOL just to be with Lorelei again, beg her to wait for him. Giving her the freedom to be with someone else had been the dumbest thing he’d ever done.

When Dex had told him of his engagement to Lorelei, Bowen had decided he wouldn’t return home when his service was up. He’d gotten out of the Marine Corps months ago and had hit the road. He’d bought a truck and just traveled from one town to another, losing himself in a different woman a night. It hadn’t worked though. When he closed his eyes, it was still Lorelei’s face he saw, her body he felt pressed against his. He’d often wake and think he smelled her perfume in the air. Knowing she was about to say vows, to bind herself to his brother forever, had left him shaken but determined.

They’d had only one night together, but he’d known there was something between them. There was a connection he’d never felt with another woman and knew he never would. Lorelei was it for him. If he couldn’t have her, if she denied him, he didn’t know what he’d do. Probably hit the road again. He didn’t think he could stand to see her with Dex all the time, sit back and watch them have kids. The envy and jealousy would eat him alive.

He whipped into a parking space in front of the small church and jumped out of the truck, slamming his door and practically running toward the double doors, his dog tags jangling against his chest. Even though he was finished with the Corps, he wasn’t quite ready to let go. The dog tags were part of who he was. He burst through the entrance, and his heart nearly seized as he saw Lorelei at the front in her ivory dress, her hands clasped in his brother’s. He started down the aisle, and their attention focused on him. When he didn’t slide into a seat, he saw the nervousness in his brother’s eyes. The bastard had a right to be nervous, trying to steal his woman.

A small spot of pink began hurtling toward him, a child he hadn’t noticed, her sable curls bouncing with each step. He froze, not knowing what to expect. Did Dex and Lorelei already have a child together? His brother had never mentioned a daughter.

“Daddy!” the child cried, throwing herself at him. His reflexes being better than most people’s, he easily caught her, pulling her into his arms.

There were murmurs in the church as everyone stared at him. Almost as if they knew something he didn’t. As he studied her face, he realized he was staring at a miniature version of himself. His heart kicked, and the world narrowed. He had a daughter? Why hadn’t Lorelei said something? Why hadn’t his brother? Their deception cut him to the quick. He returned his gaze to the couple at the front of the church.

“I object to this wedding.”

The murmurs grew to a dull roar as everyone had something to say at once. He heard the different voices, everyone expressing their outrage and shock over his interruption. Lorelei looked scared, her eyes wide with fright as her gaze darted from him to their daughter and back again. She damn well had a right to be scared, keeping something like this from him! Because of her omission, he’d missed years of his daughter’s life. If she’d only told him, he’d have returned to her, taken leave and asked her to marry him. He’d have done the right thing by her.

“Bowen,” Lorelei said softly. “I can explain.”

“Oh, you will, sweetheart. But first, you’re going to change out of that dress.”

His daughter patted his cheek. “Daddy, why’d you take so long to come see me?”

He mustered a smile for her. “I’m sorry, honey. I’m here now, though, and Daddy isn’t going anywhere.”

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