Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Faith Anderson stormed into the Institute. She was wet, cold, and naked thanks to the shift she had made, which had destroyed her clothes. Months ago, the last fact would have bothered her but these days she'd gotten so used to being nude, to seeing everyone else in nothing but the skin they were born in, that she really didn't care one hoot who saw her. But the cold and wet bothered her. Not to mention the burn in her belly stemming from a mass conspiracy to keep a very important fact from her.
There was another Kane on the island and apparently he was her mate.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Someone inside her parents’ house was dead.
Summer Morrison shut the front door with a thud and covered her nose and mouth with her hands. She tried not to gag. The stench of rotten flesh permeated through her hands, into her nasal passages and then coursed around her bloodstream. Her heart pounded and her stomach churned as its contents threatened to make an undesired reappearance.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
When she found him, she stopped breathing for a second as pleasure swirled within her chest. With his dark mane and his proud posture, he would have stood out even if he didn’t avoid the others. She walked closer, just to the edge of where he was visible to her, careful not to draw attention to herself.
Loneliness hung like a tangible cloak around him. Ashlee chuckled at her crazy thoughts. God, if anyone heard her inner dialogue, they’d think she was talking about a man, not a wolf.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
He sliced the air with his hand, cutting her off. “You must cease dying this very instant. Whatever must be done to get better, do it.”
Despite her resolve to stay stern, a grin crossed her face. He sounded like such a Mer. Her people, if they could still be called that, didn’t understand how life worked outside of the ocean waters.
Friday, August 5, 2011
The clock is ticking for Laneigh. Banished from the ocean ten years earlier, Laneigh is shocked to discover all the Mer people living on dry land die within a decade of leaving the sea. With her life ending, she boards a cruise ship, intent on challenging the Mer who destroyed her life. She doesn't expect him to save her—but she has a request she is desperate he honor.
Hearing Laneigh’s name on the wind, Sylarus, son of the Mer king, is powerless to stop himself from seeing her. Defying his father’s edict, he rushes to meet the woman he’s desired his whole life. But when he learns of her impending death, something shifts deep inside Sylarus. He cannot—will not—let her die.
Sylarus and Laneigh face tremendous odds to be together. In the end, they will either change Mer society forever or perish in the attempt. Can true love forgive after a decade of betrayals?
Genre: Fantasy romance, erotic romance
Heat level: 4
Word count – 16k
Cover art by Dara England
“Then you are disobeying the edict for no good reason.”
Laneigh hoped her raised eyebrow let Sylarus know how she felt about his remark.
“You aren’t going to tell me why you’re here?”
Laneigh stared at the floor. “I would if I could speak past the lump in my throat.”
Some things had changed. Ten years earlier, she never would have admitted anything burdened her. But parenthood had taught her humility.
He stepped closer to her, and the distinctive aroma of the seawater on his skin drifted to her nose. In a kind world, she could have rubbed herself against him, letting the scent take hold on her own body.
“Did you come because you missed me?”
She stroked her hand over the side of his face. “Is that hope in your voice?”
“I have hope that after a decade of denying us both what we want, you’ve come to your senses and will apologize to the king.”
Exhaustion threatened to overtake her. She shook her head and dropped her hand. Beneath her fingertips had laid a day’s worth of stubble. Whoever was responsible for his care had let him get scruffy. “Your father will live his whole life without my apology.”
He sighed and looked down at the deck. “Then what is it?”
“I’ve come for you. That is true. But not for my own freedom.”