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Give and Take by Kira Stone

Give and Take

by Kira Stone

Changeling Press

eBook ISBN: 01281-00393

Chamber M isn’t outfitted like any Complex negotiation room she’s ever seen, and the delectable man who greets her isn’t like any legal counselor she’s ever met. Could there be something more behind Rafferty’s parting shot than cocky arrogance? Hannah soon discovers what Dennis and Anton can teach her about Give and Take.

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Public Obedience by Kira Stone

Public Obedience

by Kira Stone

Razor’s Edge Press

eBook ISBN: 06947-02237

They’ve only been together nine months, but Bay thinks Court is the submissive he’s been looking for, a lifetime keeper. If the night goes as planned, Court will have to prove he loves and trusts Bay more than ever before. Is Court up to the challenge?

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Vampires in Heat by Kira Stone

Vampires in Heat

by Kira Stone

Changeling Press

eBook ISBN: 06596-02122

Humans in Seattle are dying as a result of domestic cat vampires and demonesses working together. The latest victim is Erron’s neighbor and best friend. Nolan, the leader of Seattle’s Pacifistic Vampire Clan, and Erron, an albino who is commonly mistaken for a vampire, team up with the cat vamp leader to find the rogues who are killing needlessly and trying to discredit vampire-kind. And just maybe, between them, they’ll find more than a remedy for this vampire scourge — like love!

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Devil's Man by Kira Stone

Devil’s Man

Loveland, Book 1
by Kira Stone

Changeling Press

eBook ISBN: 1-59596-200-X

Roman’s experience in Satan’s realm has honed his talent for recruiting mortal souls for not-so-pure purposes. He vows to have the reclusive professor, one way or another. Roman’s scheme to seduce Carter succeeds, to the great pleasure of all involved, but their ménage tryst ends with dire consequences. To stay alive, Roman and Carter will have to face their deepest fears.

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Rookery Cove Volume 3

Rookery Cove Vol 3

by Lacey Savage, Kira Stone, Tuesday Morrigan, and Dawn Montgomery

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eBook BIN: 06124-01966

Ocean’s Call by Dawn Montgomery
Two seafaring men find the burns of their past healed by a selkie who loves them both.

Pixie’s Prisoner by Lacey Savage
An exchange of favors also changes the relationship between these two lovers, turning wrongs into oh-so-rights.

Kidnapping Karisma by Tuesday Morrigan
Four werewolves and their hesitant mate in alluring lingerie. It’s a match made in Rookery Cove.

Satisfaction Guaranteed by Kira Stone
A product gone wrong leads a customer service representative to the love of his life.

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Rookery Cove Volume 2

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

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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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Rookery Cove Volume 1

Rookery Cove Collection Vol. 1
by Kira Stone, Eve Vaughn, Emma Ray Garrett, and Mardi Ballou

Changeling Press

eBook BIN: 05967-01914

Breakwater by Kira Stone
To soothe troubled waters and ruffled feathers, three unlikely males must turn anger into trust, into love.

Seducing Serena by Eve Vaughn
While Serena never had trouble making toys, becoming the mate of two Elves is impossible to resist.

Petits S’Mores by Mardi Ballou
Death by chocolate? All too true. And so is the love these two investigators have for one another.

Keythong’s Blaze by Emma Ray Garrett
Three times the sexual heat literally sets the air on fire in their quest for satisfaction.

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More Molten
by Kira Stone

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eBook BIN: 05939-01905

Dolan and his Molten lover, Zian, are on a mission — collect the bits of Molten that have been blown all over the galaxy. They find more than they bargained for. With the help of a pair of sentient trees, Dolan and Zian must find a way to rescue the dwarf planet Harmony, which is made almost entirely from Molten, and tow it home.

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Volume 2 of Dolan Exeter’s private journals
A highly recommended source of reference
For the history of Xniquils.
“Hit that high note, my flame.” Okay, so I wasn’t getting any sexual gratification out of the deal except watching my lover get off on my skills as I played Roa’n sex tones on his spine. I knew he’d take care of me in the best of ways later.
Every day Zian got better at reading my needs and finding new ways to meet them. Then again, every day I became more Molten, a previously unknown species of liquid, sentient metal. Was I happy about it? Not something to contemplate during sex.
So I felt his frictional pleasure as I played Roa’n sex music on his spine, working him up from relaxing pleasure to a screaming climax. Then he did something I’d never considered possible. He came. I mean, really. Like semen from his cock spurting across the fabric under him.
How do I know? I could smell it. I could feel it. And when he rolled over I could see the pearls of liquid molten roll back toward him to be absorbed.
Molten, an evolving species of liquid metal.
My Zian, a man comprised of Molten.
Cumming in spurts. Like a humanoid.
The universes, even this one beyond the seven accepted as the only ones in existence, never ceased to amaze me.
Zian shook, panted, let out a misplaced cry of completion that was probably carried through half the Xniquils temporary home world, before finally collapsing on the bed.
He didn’t move. He didn’t even breathe. With anyone else, any what else, I would’ve been concerned. With Zian, I merely stroked his semi-formed back until he was ready to talk.
“Mine?” he said softly, still unmoving.
“Yes, my fire?” Well, all right, an obvious nickname for Zian in his humanoid form, with those thick, long red braids that hung past his shoulders. My Water — to go with his blue skin — didn’t have the same sexy ring. Either way, there was no doubt I was his. Although I don’t think either of us were sure exactly what that meant.
“Is that what you feel when you achieve orgasm?”
I don’t think even the Nine Brothers of Saaba could have answered that question with any accuracy. “It’s kinda different for everyone… “ I said lamely.
Now he turned over. “My reaction didn’t please you?”
I stroked his face. I never tired of looking at the beauty of him, the outside and the inside I was coming to know almost as well. He expended a lot of energy to hold this shape, one he created for me, and there were times he’d need to rest, ooze into the puddle of life he’d known before me to recuperate, but that only added to my feelings. “You brought me great pleasure.”
“But if it is not what you feel –”
I guided his hand to my erect cock. His fingers automatically took over stroking the length of it. Soft or rough or anything in between, Zian could be — in fact was — anything I needed. “Your first orgasm was powerful, was it not?”
“Yes, mine.”
“And you felt the pressure inside you, the need for release?”
“Yes.”
He increased the pressure of his fingers, now turning what had been a light stroking into a movement with definite purpose. My brain fuzzled. “Uhm. So. You kinda shouted at the end. I figure that makes a pretty good orgasm.”
He nodded, but I could tell he wasn’t entirely satisfied by my answer.
I would have added to that until he was satisfied, intellectually speaking, but at that moment he folded his body so that his head and feet reversed position. I tried to prepare myself for it, but he rolled me over. I couldn’t resist. Then again, I didn’t really want to. This was one of my favorites, and Zian knew it.
With ease, he grabbed my hips and lifted me over his body. Up… and just a little more… and then my erect cock was swallowed by the glory of his mouth. Hanging over him, I was more or less helpless. While my feet and hands reached the bed, there was nothing but some form of Molten to grasp, and it just ran through my fingers like sand.
He lifted me up and down, fucking his mouth with my cock. I watched, my body ever tightening, as my shaft slid between his dark blue hued lips. I tried to gain some control, but there just wasn’t any. Zian had me at his mercy, licking and sucking my cock into the tight, warm cavern of his mouth until I considered myself deep throated to my balls. “Yes, my flame, make me burn.”
I flexed my hips, not that he needed me to help him. I lifted one hand from the less than helpful mattress and twisted my nipples, alternating sides, just watching him devour me. We had variations of this theme, but sometimes simple and fast worked the best. My body was sending the signals that I was nearly there –
“Official Speaking One,” my assistant said.
Said. Resonated. Projected. No vids, coms or other forms of communication existed here and yet I heard her. I swear, it wasn’t all my imagination. Another facet of the temporary digs of the Xniquils home world I had yet to understand.
“Vibration,” Zian supplied in between long sucks on my cock.
All right, whatever. My eyes rolled back as he did that thing with his tongue and I filed away the knowledge, then promptly forgot why I cared in the first place.
“Official Speaking One,” my assistant resonated again, a bit more insistently this time.
I had gotten used to, or at least accepted, that the entire enclave of Molten knew when Zian and I were fucking. Arien, the most communicative blob of sentient metal willing to work with me, wouldn’t interrupt unless it was important. I hoped. “Yes?”
“The tree being friend has sent you a verbalization.”
A holo from Kapok. Cool. Apparently he’d gotten over his pissiness about being gently dumped on the dwarf plant Harmony. Not even I knew where we were in the vastness of…
Right. Shut up and fuck. Cause what Zian was doing was now and here and one hell of a fucking ride.
“Can’t it wait?” My testicles were close to bursting and Zian was giving me the look as he slowly filled my hole with one of his digits. I was going to cum everywhere else soon whether I wanted to or not.
“Most Prompt. Exclusive to you. Means you must have it now, yes?”
By the Eleven Gates of Glory, I was reaching that point of no return. I arched my hips, sending my cock down Zian’s bottomless throat. His Molten muscles constricted around my shaft. I pulled on the red braided ropes of his hair, driving myself deeper into him. And then, just as that look had promised, I came.
I never tired of the electric rippling that now crested through my nervous system like a personal shockwave. Knowing the feeling sent the little Molten particles inside me into ecstasy, much the same way coming did for Zian, added a curl of oddness to the not-long-enough event. However, I shook and shivered, and my toes curled as my cock shot long strings of cum down Zian’s throat. “Yes, yes, yes!” I screamed.
“As you wish, Speaker,” Arien replied.
Oops.
Zian purred like a helgian puma while he licked and nuzzled my less-than-privates. I managed to wiggle — because he let me — into a more dignified position while the previously blank wall in front of us turned into a series of words strung out in paragraphs, old Earth style.
I put one hand beneath my head and stroked Zian’s hair with the other, enjoying the special treatment. However, the logical side of me was already caught up in the mystery of why Kapok would send something he felt was urgent in the form of something so ancient as a letter. Even on Harmony they permitted more modern means of peaceful communications.
Sensing my distraction, Zian crawled up my naked body and lay beside me, an arm over my chest. “Problem?”
“Don’t know yet. Read it and tell me what you think.”
“Personal. Private. No other resonance,” Arien stressed.
I turned to Zian and lightly bit his chin. “You know, I was under the impression that anything happening in this space, our space, was private. Personal and private.” This was, in undeniable fact, impossible, since the entire room, including the bed and every other thing in it but us, was made from Molten. Privacy just wasn’t possible.
Zian chuckled.
“Arien, thank you. Message received. Please deal with the rest of your work and I’ll deal with mine, all right?”
Arien chuckled too, sounding eerily like a female version of Zian. I was going to have to get some other non-Xniquils around the place quick, or they were all going to end up looking and acting like my flame. Even I knew that wouldn’t be a good thing.
“To me, it sounds like Kapok lost a limb important to his brain function,” Zian said, bringing me back to the current topic.
“You can tie Kapok’s limbs into knots without breaking them,” I replied idly as I read my friend’s message. He was a tree with a hell of a bent nature.
Dog Face,
Get your lead feet over to this place of peace. It’s got everything you could want. You’ll have a ball. I’m sure of it.
Twiggy
I looked at Zian’s confused face and kissed him hard. Somehow, and I wasn’t gonna slow down now to think about it, Kapok had found more Molten, the babies from the nursery that were flung to the far, vast edge that separated what I knew as space, and the Xniquils during a rather curious, catastrophic explosion. “Arien, clear my schedule. We’re leaving this region now.” I was grinning like a madman and I knew it. I couldn’t help it.
“I do not understand. Where are you going?”
“I’m not going alone, my flame. We’re going.”
“Where?”
I gestured toward the wall, but the words had already faded away. “Seems Kapok believes the dwarf planet we took the cruisers to has Molten on it.”
* * *
Travelling with Zian was… hmmm…
Put yourself inside a med capsule and travel in comfort from one end of your digestive system to the other. Far from ideal, but a larger ship would mean exposing a legion of precious, sentient but completely innocent Molten to the seven universes just for the sake of increasing my comfort zone. Rather stupid, when the objective was to bring the more experienced Molten back to the safety of their homeworld. If Kapok wasn’t just getting back at me for leaving him among the flowers and utter lack of fun.
Not wanting to go anywhere near the space station where Zian had first found me, I gave Zian the coordinates to another hunk of metal with brawling humanity, similar to Parkeet Station except this one was closer to our final destination.
Thinking about it, Zian and I meeting at all was blarting incredible luck. He really had no trail to follow, no experience with other species since no one even knew they existed, and no directions on how to get, well, anywhere. And yet not only did he find a bundle of his babies being used to fuel the station’s power system, he also found me, an unusually flexible humanoid male with a highly honed talent for mischief and a screaming desire to get out of my indentured servitude without deathly consequences.
We popped out of the space capsule Zian uses with relatively good concealment. I mean, landing in a cold nutrient locker wasn’t a bad place to be while we came up with a plan to travel on a real ship to reach the dwarf plant.
You’re probably wondering why we didn’t just go directly to Harmony. That wouldn’t be… tranquil. And though very passive by nature, the beings who controlled the action, or lack thereof, on that spinning ball, weren’t keen on other beings just dropping in. If we had to negotiate getting Zian’s babies back, I wanted to start off on good terms.
Naturally leaving this battle-bruised station didn’t turn out as easy as I expected. Zian located a star cruiser that had stopped for refueling. He morphed into another shape I’d taught him, one less pleasing to me but also one that wouldn’t stand out on a busy space station. No one like my flame, even in humanoid form, existed in known space… he was my living dream. That would turn heads. As a Peetle, one of the reptilians from a foul-smelling swamp world, he could blend. The Peetles often jumped on an opportunity to get to Harmony.
The bitch of it was going to be getting on the cruiser. As Dolan, I had no credit and, by now, a large number of people looking for me. Hiding under Zian’s shell, I could smuggle in. But him?
I winced as Zian hit a random Peetle across the throat, perfectly executed as though he hadn’t been taught the skill a few tics before. With his credentials and some creative banking for credits, we were onboard and, yeah, I’ll admit it, nearly peeing with anxiety until the ship finally left the dock.
Next stop, Harmony.
Well, that was the plan, anyway. Being among my own kind, humanoid or not, after my stay on the Xniquils home world, I was ravenous for current information. And real food. And non-Molten company. And just… being me.
My first reality check came slamming home when I realized I’d let most of my personal survival skills get rusty. I’d relied too much on Zian to hide me, ease my way. Luck and logic got us on this ship — and Zian’s morphing ability — not my skills and creative thinking.
While the almost imperceptible niblets of Molten I’d carried out of Parkeet Station in my feet were slowly being increased by more that came with sharing Zian’s body, I suddenly panicked at the thought of losing my mind. My mind. What if some day, every molecule that made me, got replaced by a liquid metal that I loved dearly yet had no desire to become?
“Your body is projecting signals of alarm,” Zian said, his forehead resting against mine. “What is the threat?”
You are. Riiiiight. That was the way to keep my lover. “We should really talk about –”
“Why you fear me now,” Zian finished.
I’m sure he would have backed away from me at this point but since the berth our donor had been so kind to supply for us was made to accommodate a four legged, hard-shelled life form half my size, it was only because we could squeeze around each other that we fit.
It might have been the ultimate in Peetles’ pleasure, but left a bit to be desired when I’d once been used to traveling in the spacious cabins on the top deck.
“Answer, please.”
I brushed my lips over his. “I don’t fear you, my flame. I just realized how much I’d become like you if we stayed together, ya know, back on Xniquils side of the universes.”
“I will go.”
And he did, sinking through the floor even as I called out, “No! Wait! I mean — Come back! This — I need time — Oh mighty blart!”
At this point, I felt it was most appropriate to bang my head against several solid walls. I was spitting angry and it made me even angrier — perhaps because I was even more scared — when I developed a Peetle’s mouth with which to hit his — err, my — head and spit.
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Language here permanently removed from this recording as too violent for the intended reader.

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Immortal Steps
by Kira Stone

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eBook ISBN: 978-1-60521-729-1

Kyle vows to keep Tain safe, even if he has to do it from a distance. He’s got to regain his protégé’s trust if they’re both going to stay alive. That is, if Tain’s emerging vampiric powers don’t kill them both first.

Prologue
Familiar Steps

Alone, Kyle Lohan entered his private balcony at the Grampian Theater in Edinburgh, Scotland. As he sat down, the house lights dimmed briefly to signal a two minute warning before the show began. The box smelled faintly of sex, although he doubted anyone without a vampire’s heightened senses could detect the erotic scent. Regardless, it was his own fault for sneaking in to watch rehearsals the previous evening. He’d been unable to resist tugging his cock in time with the heavy beat of the dancers as they practiced.
Okay, not all the performers excited him. Just one.
Tain O’Halloran.
Tonight Kyle had better prepared for the public performance, or so he’d thought. The quick release during his shower should have calmed his libido enough to sit through the performance without a hard-on. But as the first strains of a flute solo poured across the stage, the anticipation proved to be more than his body could resist and his cock rose to an aching fullness.
Tain. On stage. His stage.
How long had he waited for this? Worked for this? Dreamed of this? Sometimes it seemed like forever. And yet, very soon, the moment he’d been preparing for would arrive. One way or another, he would finally end his long pursuit.
He adjusted the fit of his tuxedo pants as the chorus sprinted across the stage. Their shoes hit the wooden floor in rhythmic, staccato beats, flirting with the notes. Kyle couldn’t stop his own feet from scuffing against the floor in a pale imitation of the dancers’ fancy footwork. Had his heart been prone to beat, it would have been racing as fast as the music.
A few more seconds…
Then, appearing out of a flash of light and smoke, bam! There he was. Tain O’Halloran. The male lead’s long, sleek black hair floated behind him as he bounced in perfect synchronization with the little blond at his side. His grey eyes flashed with pure joy and a little arrogance. A smile curved his thin pink lips. And what that black leather did for his ass…
Kyle groaned softly as his cock twitched with longing, but he refused to slake his lust. Privacy wasn’t an issue, even during a public performance. No, nothing mattered more than soaking up every moment of this night to tuck away in his memories. If the evening didn’t go as planned, this could be all he had left to remember the talented young man come morning.
The first dance ended, and Kyle felt the tightness in his chest ease as Tain exited stage right. He’d reappear several times throughout the performance. Kyle itched with anticipation for the next time, and the next… and the next…
By the second act, Kyle could pick out Tain’s unique sweat from the morass of odors permeating the air. The scent teased his cock like nothing else. His whole body tensed as he imagined jumping over the balcony’s rail to land on top of the dancer’s young bones, then fucking him to within an inch of his life, claiming him on stage for all the world to see.
Well, that’s one way to announce that you’re back in his life, Kyle thought with a rueful shake of his head. Definitely not one of your brightest ideas though.
If anything, such a bold, stupid move would get him thrown out of Tain’s life for good. Kyle’s goal was quite the opposite. If he had his way, nothing would separate him from Tain ever again.
The show ended with a roar of applause that pulled the dancers back on stage for a second encore. Vibrant and smiling under the lights, Tain looked like he could hold out for a third reprise if the director let him. However, the rest of the troupe wasn’t fairing as well, so when the curtains closed again the house lights came up.
The show was over, but Kyle’s performance of a lifetime was about to begin.

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