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Pridelands 2: Zula’s Stand by Jade Buchanan

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Pridelands (Collection) by Jade Buchanan

Pridelands (Collection)

by Jade Buchanan

Changeling Press

eBook ISBN: 06184-01986

Jai realizes he’s found two people that complete him. Only, one wants nothing to do with him, and the other claims he’s only interested in women.

The Pridelands collection contains the previously released novellas Darren’s Surprise, Zula’s Stand, Sheer’s Choice, Griffin’s Joy, Khalid’s Challenge, and Achan’s Peace.

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Chapter One
Zula’s Stand [Book 2]

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Pridelands 1: Darren’s Surprise by Jade Buchanan

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Pridelands (Collection) by Jade Buchanan

Pridelands (Collection)

by Jade Buchanan

Changeling Press

eBook ISBN: 06184-01986

Darren is looking for his brother and ends up finding something a little more alien. Durai has come to claim his mate. He won’t let anything get in his way. Not even Darren.

The Pridelands collection contains the previously released novellas Darren’s Surprise, Zula’s Stand, Sheer’s Choice, Griffin’s Joy, Khalid’s Challenge, and Achan’s Peace.

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Chapter One
Darren’s Surprise [Book 1]

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Felidae 5: Navin’s Master Jade Buchanan

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Felidae Collection by Jade Buchanan

Felidae (Collection)

by Jade Buchanan

Changeling Press

eBook BIN: 06118-01964

Navin Citrakaya is in trouble. His brother Rajiv’s rival is after Navin, and won’t rest until he claims Navin. Navin needs a protector, fast. Isha Rajendra will protect Navin under one condition — Navin must submit to Isha. Completely…

The Felidae collection contains the previously published novellas Laithe’s Pride, Asad’s Mate, Usama’s Journey, Lev’s Discovery, Navin’s Master, and Rowan’s Men.

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Chapter One
Navin’s Master [Book 5]

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Felidae 4: Lev’s Discovery by Jade Buchanan

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Felidae Collection by Jade Buchanan

Felidae (Collection)

by Jade Buchanan

Changeling Press

eBook BIN: 06118-01964

Aaron Coleman has just been thrust into a world he didn’t know existed. He’s forced to adapt to life among alien beings. Despite his own serious misgivings, he can’t stop thinking about both the fun-loving Lev and the wise-cracking Morgan.

The Felidae collection contains the previously published novellas Laithe’s Pride, Asad’s Mate, Usama’s Journey, Lev’s Discovery, Navin’s Master, and Rowan’s Men.

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Chapter One
Lev’s Discovery [Book 4]

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Rookery Cove: Faun of a Time by Jade Buchanan

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Rookery Cove Volume 2

Rookery Cove Volume 2
by Stephanie Burke, Kira Stone, Michele Bardsley, and Jade Buchanan

Changeling Press

eBook BIN: 06018-01931

The Darkness by Stephanie Burke
Nothing will stop this Master from claiming his submissive, not even the Darkness that haunts them.

Monster Mash by Kira Stone
To advertise a new love potion, an incubus shares a cup with the Dark Elf who created it and learns how well it works.

Faun of a Time by Jade Buchanan
A search for the lost turns frolicking in the forest into a sexual conquest where both parties win.

Make Mine a Double by Michele Bardsley
No dragon can resist a jewel — even if the jewel finds two of them and wants them both.

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Faun of a Time by Jade Buchanan

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Felidae 3: Usama’s Journey by Jade Buchanan

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Felidae Collection by Jade Buchanan

Felidae (Collection)

by Jade Buchanan

Changeling Press

eBook BIN: 06118-01964

Usama Gatti is the youngest Gatti brother was born the only white Leo in his pride. He can’t be a hunter. Rajiv Citrakaya is born into the Tigris, he is fierce, territorial — deadly. He doesn’t fight and doesn’t get involved in the politics around him. Rajiv has just found the one thing that will make him fight — his love for Usama.

The Felidae collection contains the previously published novellas Laithe’s Pride, Asad’s Mate, Usama’s Journey, Lev’s Discovery, Navin’s Master, and Rowan’s Men.

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Chapter One
Usama’s Journey [Book 3]

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Felidae 2: Asad’s Mate by Jade Buchanan

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Felidae Collection by Jade Buchanan

Felidae (Collection)

by Jade Buchanan

Changeling Press

eBook BIN: 06118-01964

Asad Gatti knows what he wants. Asad has lusted after Catan ever since the pride rescued the little Lynx from a brutal attack. Catan’s dreams are filled with terror. The only man he has ever wanted is Asad, but he isn’t sure if he can ever be what the big Leo needs.

The Felidae collection contains the previously published novellas Laithe’s Pride, Asad’s Mate, Usama’s Journey, Lev’s Discovery, Navin’s Master, and Rowan’s Men.

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Chapter One
Asad’s Mate [Book 2]

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Felidae 1: Laithe’s Pride by Jade Buchanan

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Felidae Collection by Jade Buchanan

Felidae (Collection)

by Jade Buchanan

Changeling Press

eBook BIN: 06118-01964

Laithe Gatti needs a mate. With males outnumbering females ten to one, odds are poor that he will find her among the Felidae. Laithe’s pride is depending upon him to find the woman who completes them. Rowan Brandt needs a change of pace, but she definitely isn’t expecting a seven-foot-tall, fur-covered man to walk into her life. Not only does he get hair on everything, he also informs her that he will be sharing her with his pride.

The Felidae collection contains the previously published novellas Laithe’s Pride, Asad’s Mate, Usama’s Journey, Lev’s Discovery, Navin’s Master, and Rowan’s Men.

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Chapter One
Laithe’s Pride [Book 1]

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Pandamonium by Jade Buchanan

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Pandamonium by Jade Buchanan

Pandamonium
Northern Bears, Book 4
by Jade Buchanan

Changeling Press

eBook BIN: 06064-01946

In the continuing saga of Bear With Me… Nuka Kisoun has been looking forward to his holiday in China for months. Two weeks as the fourth wheel for his cousin Theo and Theo’s two mates may not sound like an adventure, but he’s game for anything. Only his relaxing vacation turns into pandemonium when Nuka discovers their sweet little tour guide is his mate. It’s every man for himself when panda shifter Jackie Yu meets a big, bad polar bear who plays for keeps.

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All Wrapped Up: Bound to Please by Jade Buchanan

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All Wrapped Up Vol. 3
by Lena Austin, Marteeka Karland, Emma Ray Garret, and Jade Buchanan

Changeling Press

eBook ISBN: 978-1-59596-822-7

Bound to Please by Jade Buchanan: Melaina Carey has a secret she’s desperate to keep hidden from her nest mates. Tristan and Dougal are going to have to prove they’re man — and vampire — enough to control her every move. (Warning: Includes blood play, rope bondage, and erotic pain.)

Caught by Marteeka Karland: Zuri Starbreeze is a bounty hunter on the trail of a cold-blooded killer. What she doesn’t know is that Cade’s hunting her. Zuri can resist and risk the wrath of a killer, or submit — and risk losing herself in a den of kinky bondage and wild sex. No matter her choice, she won’t come out of this the same.

Bonds of Matrimony by Lena Austin: Alex has had enough of living with a hellcat who jumps at the sound of a ringing com unit. He and Millicent have become a dysfunctional pair bond. He’d give anything to have things the way they were, but if Millicent knew his true fantasies, she’d run. Wouldn’t she?

Torqued by Emma Ray Garrett: Being a dominatrix gives Agent Pru Gordon access to the Nightside — and lets her fulfill her fantasies at the same time. It’s the perfect life. Until she meets vampires Gage Mills and Ro Thomas. When two of the darkest predators around meet up with the best Controller alive, things are bound to get messy… Just what the Domme ordered.

Chapter One
Bound to Please by Jade Buchanan

The knife bit deep, cutting through skin. Blood gushed, falling to the ground like big, juicy red raindrops. The metallic smell permeated the air, filling her nostrils with the sickly sweet odor.
Melaina Carey dropped the knife, hearing the clang when it hit the floor and bounced once. She ran her fingers over the wound, painting her skin red. Disgusted with herself, she flung her hand out, spraying ruby liquid against the wall to her side. The drops clung tenaciously to the concrete, yet another colorful layer added to the stained wall.
She was sitting in the dark, surrounded by inky blackness. The red of the blood stood out, neon bright in the otherwise black pit. Underlying the metallic scent, there was an infinitesimal odor of decay. Rot and mold clung to the walls, resisting gravity’s pull, unlike the blood now dripping to the floor.
With a tired sigh, she lay down on the hard-packed dirt floor. Blood surrounded her, pooled around her. She was tired, unbelievably exhausted all of a sudden.
Ten minutes later, she got up reluctantly, slumping toward the tiny cramped bathroom. She picked up the knife on the way and slid it onto a shelf set just outside the door. The walls were tiled, chipped and spattered with something she didn’t even want to guess at. She peeled off her clothes once inside the narrow space, the black fabric soaked in blood. They fell with a splat, landing on a sheet of plastic that had been set out beforehand.
Stepping into the shower, she jerked the hot water knob. With a burping groan of protest, water started to spit out of the overhead nozzle. Moving into the spray, she let the heated water pour down on her aching body.
It was one of the reasons she came to this dilapidated building whenever the need hit her. Shitty environment, but the water was hot. It sluiced off her toned body, tinting the bottom of the stall crimson.
With a tired sigh, she dropped her head to the industrial grey tiles in front of her. Moving into the spray, she let it run down her back. It was always the same, the shaking, the headaches. The tension she desperately tried to hide from her nest mates. She always ended up here — in this run-down building, in a run-down neighborhood on the edge of town — covered in blood.
Her headache was leaving her. The tension that always seemed to fill her was dissipating. For this one moment in time, she was at peace in her own body. But, underlying that peace was the ever-present knowledge that this sense of calm was fleeting. The need would come back, it always came back. Whatever piss-poor attempts she made to alleviate it were never enough to make it go away completely.
Raising her hands, Mel inspected her fingers. A half-hour in the shower and they were still smooth and wrinkle free. Perfect. Her body was always damnably perfect. Too bad her insides were so fucked up.
She finally decided enough was enough and she shut off the water with a snap of her wrist. Her perfect wrist — able to shut off a water knob and plunge a knife into a body with the same ease of movement. Snorting in disgust, she stepped out of the shower stall, shuffling over to the sink set half a foot away. Her change of clothes had been folded neatly on the edge of the sink, an exact match to the ones lying on the floor. With quick, brisk motions, she dried herself with the towel set on top, dropping it to fall on the growing pile of cotton on the floor.
Shaking out her jeans, Mel slid them up long slender legs. While smooth, they were saved from perfection by the light smattering of beauty marks interspersed like dark droplets of paint against a milky white canvas.
She wiggled her toes, hopping from one leg to the other to avoid the pool of thin, watery blood spreading on the floor. Her bra was next, a black scrap of lace, followed by her black, long-sleeved pullover.
Stepping up to the sink, she bent over, studying her reflection closely. Large copper-flecked hazel eyes stared back at her, rimmed in thick black lashes. Her nose was short, her cheeks full with pronounced cheekbones. They were pale, devoid of color, making her bright eyes stand out even more. Pallid, bloodless lips completed the picture, along with a thick black crop of pixie-cut hair. She looked fragile. She snorted. Appearances could definitely be deceiving. With a practiced twist, she lifted the corners of the plastic sheet on the floor, tying her ruined clothes inside.
Striding out of the bathroom, she surveyed the mess in front of her. It would be so much easier if she did this completely bare-assed naked, but somehow it didn’t seem dignified.
Stopping to pick up a lighter set aside on a shelf — ignoring the knife beside it — she touched the flame to the bundle in her hand, throwing it toward the worst of the gore. Mel watched it catch and spread flames along the blood-spattered floor.
Satisfied, she sat back to watch the flames flicker in front of her, careful to stay far away from the death trap it presented to her. The flames died out, extinguishing themselves in the concrete and metal room.
With one last glance, she left the building, gliding out into the night, stopping to pull on her boots. Her one vanity, the four-inch spikes had set her back a couple hundred bucks. There was no way she was going to see them ruined if she could help it.
Staying to the shadows, she surveyed the area. When she was certain that she was alone, she started walking. Four blocks over, she found her bike. The key was hidden inside her right boot, in a pocket sewn inside the leg. She started it, listening to the purr of the engine.
A half an hour later, she drove past a wrought iron gate — a gate that was normally kept closed — and stopped outside a large house. It sprawled over six lots, a rambling monstrosity set in the heart of the city.
Swinging her leg over the bike, she left it in front of the house, striding to the front door. Inside, she was greeted by three identical scowls of male ire, on three very different faces.
The entrance opened up into the living room, a stunning display of copper and black. Seated on the leather sofa was a man who looked like he was born in the room. Military-short black locks framed a rugged face, shadowed by the hint of a beard. His eyes were the color of a bright, shiny penny. They looked unnatural, but he was the only human in the room. His aquiline nose was narrow, highlighting the full mouth that was currently turned down in a frown. Malcolm Carey did “concerned” better than anyone in the nest. It was his job, so to speak, to make sure they were safe. He was also the only one who knew the truth about Mel.
Tristan Donovan was standing in the doorway to the kitchen. His long length was propped up against the wall, his lean frame giving him a harmless appearance. The scowl on his face was at odds with his Botticelli looks and his baby-blue eyes. His face was framed by tousled blond hair, currently pulled back in a short, sloppy ponytail.
The other occupant was set back in a shadowed corner, sprawled in a black, suede recliner. The long fingers of his right hand smoothed along the arm of his chair, petting the leather like it was alive. It was the only movement on Dougal’s otherwise still body. She could just make out the raven mane spilling over his shoulders.
Tristan started forward, stepping in her path when she tried to go around him. “What the fuck are you looking at?” she snarled.
“Come now, Mel, don’t be like that,” he said, holding out a long-fingered hand. He looked down at her. Standing just shy of six feet, Mel normally towered over men, but even in her spike heels Tristan was still bigger than her. She stepped past him, trying to get to her room without anyone stopping her. She really didn’t want to deal with them today.
“Where have you been?” he asked.
Mel hated that she could hear the concern in his voice. Tristan was like that, he was always worried about everyone else. Had to make sure that they were all living peacefully. Chalk it up to the fact that he’d reached adulthood amid death and devastation. The one time she’d thought to ask him why he was always mediating between the others, his reply was that he’d seen so much destroyed in his life that he never wanted to go back to that again. She could understand that. Her life had been on the verge of destruction once.
“It’s none of your damn business, Tristan,” she replied with a grimace.
“Where have you been, Melaina?” Dougal asked, his smooth voice containing a hint of danger. “And do not try to give us excuses again.”
“I was out,” she snarled, trying to step around Tristan. A part of her was horrified with her behavior, but she was feeling too vulnerable to deal with them. Any hint of concern and she might just break down and tell them her secret.
“Come on, guys. Cut her some slack. It can’t be easy living with all this testosterone. If she wants to have some girl time, then let her. What’s the harm?” Malcolm asked, glancing uneasily between the two men.
Mel tensed, waiting to see what their response would be. Thank God for Malcolm. He understood her, he would know how tense and on edge she was right now.
“The problem, Malcolm, is that she is a half hour ahead of the dawn. If she had been delayed for any reason, she wouldn’t even be here right now. If Mel wants to play chicken with the sun, that’s her prerogative, but she damn well won’t do it as long as she is living within this house,” Tristan said, a rare hint of steel infused in his voice.
Mel glanced at him, startled at the thread of dominance she wasn’t used to hearing. It was normally Dougal who came down hard on her for anything. Tristan was a hell of a lot easier to wrap around her finger. He just wanted her to be happy. Normally, he let her off the hook as long as she was all right. She turned to look at Dougal.
Dougal flicked his dark brown eyes to the long windows flanking the door. “We will have to continue this later. I will not be swayed, Melaina. Do not try to get out of trouble this time. You take entirely too many liberties, and we have been entirely too lax,” Dougal growled softly, his words a caress along her body.
She suppressed a shiver, taking the avenue of escape presented to her. Walking quickly — she refused to call it running away — she fled to her room and the safety it presented to her in the coming dawn.

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