Looking for something to read to pass the time over the cold nights then check out these two new releases-
Briefcase Booty -
Two men are brought together by a green pirate parrot at a Christmas work function. One is a divorced high flying lawyer with a baby and the other is an acrobatic pirate performer. The link? They were best friends until they were nine and Luka's family moved away. Luka, the pirate, just got out of a relationship and needs a place to crash, and Peter is sleep-deprived and desperate not to lose Luka again. The problem? Luka is gay and Peter is straight. Against the odds they come together and discover family isn’t made by blood but love. Can Christmas spirit and the love of family help them overcome their differences, rekindle the childish love they shared when they were young, and let it grow into something more?
Stalking Blood - Pack Valley #03 -
Directly after finding the stolen shifters and discovering there might be another man with emerald eyes, Jay and Kyle come home, and the pack gears up to go to war against the hunters and take back what they stole. Jay knows he can't afford to be the weak link and steps up to protect his family, and avoid attacking a particularly antagonistic ball of pink wool. His mating seems to have hit a bump in the road as Kyle struggles to find a way to help his family through something that could tear them all apart. Jay knows Kyle loves him, but they are all suffering while they pray for a miracle. Jay tries to enlist the help of a friend but finds out the hard way that there are people out there that will do anything for the power that runs through his veins.
Jay and Kyle have been mated a week. Jay has the man and family of his dreams, but now things are going wrong. He has to face his abusive step-father, survive attacks by hunters and keep his sanity.
Are his dreams just fiction or is he coming into his destiny, becoming what he was always meant to be? With no time to figure it out Jay and Kyle have to find and rescue kidnapped shifters and navigate their way through Alpha politics all while doing damage control for Jay’s long lost uncle.
Can Jay keep control of his own mind or will he let the powers that be take over and cost him the one thing he loves more than anything? Kyle.
Before the rock stopped its change he went to lunge forward but Cane must have known what he was going to do and held him back. They didn't understand why it was so urgent he get inside and stop whatever was happening on the other side.
He glared down at Cane but the bastard just smirked and shook a finger at him. Mom would be pissed if he just punched his brother out, wouldn't she? Might be worth it though.
As soon as Ty stepped back Frost stormed through. The sight that greeted him almost stopped his heart. A tall, thin vampire stood over three quivering shifters shackled to the cave wall with heavy silver chains. The man was wielding a huge syringe filled with silver metallic sludge. The gleeful flash of fang as he intimidated the cowering, gagged shifters sent a chill up Frost's spine and his power overtook him.
Frost set the room alight, his ice coating everything within except the shifters as he lunged to shield them with his body in the attacker's momentary frozen state. Grabbing the man with the syringe around the throat, he slammed him into the wall. The cave shuddered under the force, sending icicles shattering around them.
Another struggle sounded behind him with the thump of a body hitting the floor. He knew it wasn't one of his brothers, they were excellent warriors and no single vamp could take them. They must have disabled the other assailant. Hopefully they hadn't killed him as there was no way the one in his grip now would be alive for much longer.
There were growls filling the room, so deep and powerful they shook the cave like thunder. "Mine!" It took him a moment to realize he was the one who growled the possessive as he stared into the blood red eyes of the attacker. He wanted the vamp to feel the same pain and fear as the bastard had inflicted on others.
From the smell of the substance in the smashed syringe what the vamp had been about to inject the shifters with was pure silver concentrate. It would have killed them in an agonisingly slow way with the dose he'd seen. Yes, this vampire would die. Now.
Without another thought he closed his fist tighter. The look of terror and pain on the sadistic vampire's pale face gave him none of the satisfaction he craved. It didn't quench the thirst for vengeance.
He summoned his hidden power and vibrated a thin line of particles in the air surrounding the vampires crushed throat. Tiny undetectable explosions, mini sonic booms, contracted like a garrotte, effectively beheading the vampire before the body turned to ash.
Dismissing the pile of cinders he faced the shackled shifters. He closed the distance in less than a stride and fell to his knees in front of them. Two were mirror images of one another, platinum hair shaggy and covered with dirt. Stunning cat eyes stared back at him in the twins and all thought scattered.
His world turned into a vacuum. Nothing else existed but the twin shifters with their hypnotic deep green eyes. For a second Frost was completely calm. There was no pain or anger, just calm contentedness. Everything else was secondary. He didn't know what the fuck was going on but, damn, it was powerful, the pull between them.
The twins stopped struggling in their chains and just stared at him for a moment before mewling at him around their gags like hungry kittens. The sounds spun him into action, demanding he protect them. Not dropping their gaze he reached above them and ripped the chain fastenings right out of the walls, sending rocks the size of his head crumbling to the ground. He didn't even feel it when one hit him in the chest. All he cared about was seeing to the shifter twins.
Without the chains to support their weight the shifters collapsed and Frost leapt to catch them as they swayed to the side. He gathered the twins close, breathing them in deep. Out of the corner of his eye he registered Cane catching the third shifter; from the way the wolf drooped he was likely unconscious.
The weight of the two shifters was nothing to him but they might be dizzy and need the solid grounding so he sank to his knees, manoeuvring them into his lap. He didn't want to crowd them so he forced his grip to loosen so the shifters wouldn't feel trapped.
Two sets of hands weakly clung to his shoulders. The shaking leopards snuggled closer, pressing their bruised faces into his neck. It felt so right as they rubbed their faces against him, rumbling softly, marking him. Part of him just wanted to stay like this, forget about the cave and the dirt and just hold the little men to him. They seemed so fragile. How could he hold them and not hurt them without meaning to?
When the men pulled back from his neck, he noticed the twins were still bound by silver shackles. With less than a conscious thought he sent a flash of explosive particles at the bindings, destroying the locks and making them drop to the floor.
Without thinking he reached out gently and rubbed the scarred skin around their wrists from where the silver had reacted with their shifter DNA. Fiction got it right when they said silver could hurt shifters but it had to be deliberately engineered for that purpose. Picking up one of the broken cuffs he studied the markings and lock design. There were only two places he knew of that kept shackles like those. The shifter Alpha Prime and the demon council.
Seeing one of the twins move his jaw and clutch his throat, making dry croaking noises in attempts to talk, he had an idea. With gentle movements he cupped the leopard's hands in his, forming a bowl shape. Frost mentally magnetized the water particles in the air, clumping them together to make enough water for the shifter to drink.
Two sets of cat green eyes widened almost comically as they stared at the water trickling out of thin air and into their hands. Frost had never shown anyone he could this but they needed water. He didn't regret it, even as he heard Ty and Cane gasp as they watched from across the cave. No doubt later they'd want to know how he did it, after they'd tattled on him to the others. Another argument to look forward to. Let me just pencil it in.
It was his turn to be stunned when the twin leopards reached up as one to press a timid kiss on each of his cheeks. The small action made the ground move, his power flared and his heart skipped a beat. One shy kiss from each of them and he was ready to take on anything, couldn't think of anything else but protecting the leopards in his lap. One kiss and he was hard as stone, ready to claim them as his own. What the fuck?
The first story HEART OF ICE in my new series DEMON SOULS is now up for Pre-order at Silver Publishing. To take a look please click the following LINK
My newest books- Painted Paths is out at silver and I hope all you that have bought it have enjoyed. I really like writing these characters. Now if only I could find my own Matt or Luke I could run away with them.
Here is the link to purchase site below if anyone who hasnt read it fancies a romantic story between three friends that discover they're stronger together than apart with a few funny intervals and a danger lurking not far away.
I hope to have more news about Heart of Ice soon. Hoping the editing wont take too long and I will have a new book cover to show you all soon too.