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Forever True by Shara Azod

Forever True

White Witch, Book 2
by Shara Azod

Changeling Press

eBook ISBN: 06773-02180

Dionne can’t deny what she needs, craves, aches for. Her wolves have taken care of her over and over again. However, this time she fears that not even four alphas can handle what’s about to hit home in a very literal sense…

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The True One by Shara Azod

The True One

White Witch, Book 1
by Shara Azod

Changeling Press

eBook ISBN: 06320-02031

Dionne no longer knows what’s real and what’s make believe. Instead of the little adopted orphan she believed herself to be, she is actually a white witch who shouldn’t even exist. Her kind is rumored to be extinct. Yet, she’s alive and well with abilities shifting into place she never knew she had and four possessive males not willing to continue without their true one, whatever that means.

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The Fin by Marteeka Karland and Shara Azod

The Fin

Badland Savage, Book 1
by Marteeka Karland and Shara Azod

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eBook BIN: 06142-01972

The time had come for Que, King of the Fin, Raf, Right Hand of the King, and Kor, Master of the Guard, to find a queen. Not from the corrupt lands ruled by humans striving for a second chance to ruin the Earth for once and for all. Their queen has to be pure of heart and as courageous as any warrior. Like the Rebels, the humans who reject the lies of their own kind to carve out a new life in lands rife with danger.

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Marines by Marteeka Karland & Shara Azod

Marines
Badland Warriors, Book 4
by Marteeka Karland & Shara Azod

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eBook BIN: 05970-01915

Michael, Alec and Vic are on a mission to rescue little Juliette’s mother, the Warrior they are convinced is their mate. It will take the help of many Warriors and Mutants to get them across the Badlands to the Great Abandoned City in the East. Most women wouldn’t stand up to the pressure. Fortunately, Evandra isn’t most women. She can take anything the Badlands — or her Marines — can dish out.

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Netjer's Fall by Shara Azod

Netjer’s Fall
The Chosen, Book 4
by Shara Azod

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eBook BIN: 05982-01919

Netjer is tired of living in his brother’s shadow. All he needs is one of those mysterious women who seem to enhance the amazing abilities every warrior is born with. He’ll leave no stone unturned; he’ll stop at nothing until he has one of these women in his grasp. Then he can finally take his rightful place on the throne.

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Release of Bres
The Chosen, Book 3
by Shara Azod

Changeling Press

eBook BIN: 05811-01863

It’s dangerous to be an informant amongst those who pride themselves on death and destruction, but none is as good at subterfuge as Bres. When Neit, one of the most treacherous of his kind, displays a sudden increase in power, Bres knows he must report it to the king immediately. Neit could upset the delicate balance between the Amesha Spentas and the Angra Mainyu forever.

But then Bres runs into a power outlet of his very own — a female who appears out of the mist whose very presence is enough to bring him to his knees.

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It shouldn’t have been this hard to evade his so-called brethren. In the thousands of years Bres had worked reconnaissance for his king, it had never been this hard to evade the notice of the others. As unimaginable as it was, someone was following the son of Prince of Things Hidden. Subterfuge was his nature, his claim to fame, the reason he was given this most serious role in the scheme of all things preternatural. The symbol of the rose with thorns at the base of his neck tingled in silent warning. He needed to find shelter, fast. Getting caught would be catastrophic; he could not allow that to happen. Only he wasn’t sure where or how he would be able to hide.
Bres had no idea who was following him, but someone was more than a little interested in the fact he’d slipped out of the gathering he had been ordered to attend. There had been no choice but to leave, and leave right away. He couldn’t wait. What he had witnessed was a threat to the throne, to their way of life, to the delicate balance that must be kept at all costs.
The sudden, unexplained jump in powers of one individual who was never to be trusted had left the brethren at the gathering speechless. It heralded very bad things to come. King Ba’al had to be informed immediately. A lieutenant of the Mainya had openly declared war — or something very close to it — on the throne of the Angra Mainya. Bres was still unsure what he had seen, or what it meant.
The Angra Mainya, Mainya for short, were in essence the same as the Amesha Spentas, also known as Spentas, only without the order and loyalty and — well, they were the flip side of the Spentas. Over the centuries the two factions had battled endlessly. Bres willingly admitted the Mainya were often the antagonists, looking to drag countries into war, leaving chaos and destruction in their wake for no other reason than that they could. They had been bred to counter the Spentas, and they did so with a single-minded obsessiveness that drove men in their number crazy.
It was a game no one won. Unless the Balance was tipped, no one ever would really “win.” Spentas protected humans without the weaker race even being aware of their protectors. Spentas keep the other supernaturals in line. Spentas were the world’s light. The Mainya were what humans cowered from in the darkness. They led astray, deceived, and destroyed.
The reasons had always been murky, but most took their role as the darkness to the Spentas’ light very seriously. That had never bothered Bres before; he had a job to do, a mission to perform. That was his singular purpose.
Perhaps he shouldn’t have chosen the Mexican rainforest to make his escape. Teleporting or traveling by thought was an option, but it left a psychic trail that could be easily followed. Bres’ quickly hashed together plan was to get far enough away to teleport without drawing notice. His trail would be cold by the time anyone found where he had gone.
Hurry to me. I can help you.
He almost stumbled over his own feet as he stilled and listened.
Come, Bres. Hurry to me. I can help you. I will help you.
The voice was definitely female, which made no logical sense. There were no female Mainya, no female Spentas. No female should be able to communicate with him like this. Unless this woman was like the one he had seen back at the gathering of the Mainya. It wasn’t the same woman, of that he was certain, although the female back at the hotel had not spoken a word. For some reason all had been in awe of her, with her wild, copper-and-midnight curls and startling blue-green eyes. No Mainya had dared to say it, but it was acknowledged her power was far greater than that of the collected warriors gathered.
While the voice inside his head was not the same person, she was a lot like the female he had witnessed beside one of the greatest enemies to Balance there had ever been — the Mainya warrior, Neit. Bres wasn’t sure how he knew that, but it settled on him with such certainty he didn’t question it. The voice seemed to lead him away from the direction in which he was going, back toward the hotel he had all too recently fled.
Any species, humanoid or otherwise, didn’t survive without a healthy dose of self-preservation. While Mainya and Spentas could not die, they could exist in a state that was very similar. Many a warrior had gone to a deep, dream-like sleep for several hundred years or more. Some went into the sleep and had never woken up. It was in a way a defense mechanism, but it was also a result of a psychic injury so deep, a break inside the soul so severe the warrior lost his sanity.
Falling into some kind of supernatural trap had felled more than a couple of immortal warriors. Bres had been alive too long, seen too much to fall for a trap so easily. And yet he kept moving. His speed picked up with every thought, until he was moving too fast to be mistaken for a human. A huge mistake. Speed would make him easier to track. He was using his powers, and powers left psychic residue. But the need to get closer rode him too hard not to move as fast as he could.
The most puzzling part was that he could stop himself at any time. He was not being compelled to go toward the voice — he was choosing to go. Bres was aware he could have turned the other way at any point to try to cover his tracks.
Bres, where are you going in such a hurry?
That wasn’t the mysterious female — that was Neit, the very warrior he was trying to avoid. Of course, using power had alerted Neit to his whereabouts, and now Bres could feel the wannabe Mainya general moving fast to intercept him. Neit was in his thoughts, trying to probe his intentions.
Unaccountably, there was another presence too… hers. Bres had no idea how, but she was blocking Neit somewhat, not allowing him to see Bres’ intention to get to King Ba’al.
Bres almost stumbled as he came to a dead stop, trying to fight the war going on inside his head while also attempting to puzzle out the identity of the mystery woman, who was coming up on him at an alarming speed. This was not possible, could not be real.
Perhaps Neit had found a way to turn Bres’ own abilities against him and trick him into running straight to the person he was trying to escape. Then again, Neit still seemed to be too far away to be the fast approaching entity. Bres squinted into the dense vegetation in the distance, noting a mist forming not far from where he stood. The Mainya appeared and disappeared at will, as did the Spentas. Neither announced themselves by even the slightest stirring of the wind.
“I did that on purpose. I didn’t want to alarm you that I was coming.”
The woman who appeared before him in a swirl of mist threatened to make his knees buckle. It wasn’t that the female was beautiful; despite what modern humans seemed to believe, beauty was relative. No, she was stunning for everything she embodied from first glance. Thousands of years, countless numbers of lovers — female, male, and the curious in-between — and Bres had never been stunned into absolute silence.
Not one person, human or otherwise, had seized control of his desires so completely his cock started to throb, pre-cum leaking as if he were attempting to ease his way inside a lover while he was fully clothed, not even touching the person in question.
Lush, wild, with power Bres could not conceive of, she stood before him in a gauzy white slip of a garment that wasn’t the least bit tight but seemed molded to the curves that made a woman a woman. Full, flaring hips invited a male to ride hard; thick, dewy lips inspired fantasies of kissing them or having them wrapped around his cock. With skin that was a mixture of gold and bronze, she looked like the very embodiment of an ancient fertility goddess, with a wild mane of tight, spiral curls that cascaded down her back.
But it was her eyes that captivated Bres the most. As green as the foliage around them, they sparkled with something rarely seen in any supernatural — joy. They were more enticing than the nut-brown nipples clearly visible through the garment she wore.
“Come quickly!”
The temptation of her outstretched hand was too much to ignore. Bres took her hand and pulled her flush against him. Neit’s presence was gone from his head, but there was a pulsating warning in the very air around them. They had to get out of this place. It was too exposed, left them too vulnerable… Wait — them? Why was he suddenly so concerned about this creature he didn’t even know? If she had the power to block Bres from Neit with all his newfound abilities, who was to say this female was not some vicious monster sent to lure him to his doom?
“What are you?” Bres demanded, his face bent so close to hers he could feel her mint-scented breath against his lips. Such a lush, inviting mouth she had. It would take nothing at all to close the gap between them. He couldn’t allow himself the pleasure. There was too much at stake.
“I am my mother’s daughter.”
Her voice flowed over him, soothed him like a calm spring on a hot summer’s day. Despite himself, Bres found himself relaxing, giving over his will to her, which allowed her to dissolve both of them, moving them by her will to a crude dwelling hidden under the blooming branches of a massive tree. Where it was, he didn’t know, but it was far from where he’d stopped seconds ago.
He’d just been in a mountainous area of Mexico, and now he could swear he was deep in the rainforest somewhere in the southern part of Central America, but his bearings were off. Everything was off. No one but the ancient warrior sects could do this. The other supernatural beings could move at blinding speed, and older mages and wizards could travel through the air at small distances. This woman had moved them both beyond those usual limits.
“We will be safe here, for now. We must mate to ensure your safety, to ensure our safety.” The woman took a step back, bestowing a beautiful smile. “I am Tiamat, by the way. And you are Bres. I’ve waiting a long time for you.”
“Mate? Are you –” Bres’ indignant response was cut off when his gaze wandered just beyond where she stood.
It was a simple dwelling, a wooden structure of one wide-open room full of natural light. He hadn’t seen the massive bed before, nor had he noticed what lay on it. Bres didn’t need a closer look — he could see clearly, and his senses now awakened to alert him of the presence of a Spentas.
Quick as lightning, he grasped the woman’s wild mane of midnight curls, jerking her back against him so that not even air could move between their bodies. Ruthlessly crushing the intense spark of need that spiked from touching her, from having her all too succulent body so close to his own, he forced the woman’s head back.
Tiamat, the goddess of chaos, but also of sacred marriage. No such woman had ever really existed. The concept of “goddess” came from the childish games of Mainya and Spentas to stop humans from looking at or questioning their own existence too closely. Whatever game this was, he had no time to play.
“Is this some kind of trap?” Had he escaped one peril to fall into the next like some untrained novice? What kind of magic was this to make him forget centuries of careful deception, plotting, and training? “I will kill you where you stand, female, if you don’t explain yourself. Now!”
“He is no threat to you, as you know. Use your senses, Bres. All of them.”
Her words seduced every bit as much as the rest of her. Closing his eyes, he reached out with his mind to identify any threats. He found none. The Spentas on the bed was in deep sleep. The kind that lasted for a century or two.
“I cannot wake him.” Tiamat grasped his hand, leading him over to where the Spentas lay on the bed. The warrior lay as if dead, completely nude. Bres had already been throbbing hard, but the specimen that lay there unmoving was a thing of beauty. Siva, a general in the Spentas army.
Bres was from a time when people took lovers no matter their sex; it was about the individual and compatibility. Modern humans seemed to be so hung up on labeling, separating. They had no idea it made it so much easier for those on the dark side to seduce them and spread discord. Right now, Bres couldn’t quite work up the usual animosity toward the Spentas, the kind ingrained in him as a Mainya.
He looked down on the nude figure of a man of ancient Persian, Indian, and Scythian descent. The man was as beautiful as he had been deadly while leading Spentas into battle. Siva had disappeared, as so many had when the world began to change, oddly retreating into human beliefs and ideas even as human technology advanced. Bres had given him little thought for centuries, though he had always desired him. His desire was not something he was ashamed to admit, but there was nothing he could have done about it. Nothing he could do could now, either. Could he?
“We were meant to be together.” The woman whispered everything he wanted to hear, laying his hunger bare, open and raw. Yes, he wanted this warrior as much as he wanted her. She was breaking down all his defenses, leaving only base cravings. “You have labored for centuries for your king, never questioning, always watching and reporting. But you have never wanted the role you play. You have never chosen the side you were bound to. Now it is your chance, your choice. Mate with us — with me and with Siva. You don’t have to be bound to the caste in which you were born. All you have to do is reach out and take him, take me. Combined with us, you will be free to choose.”
That was not possible. Mainya were born Mainya as Spentas were born Spentas. But how Bres wished it were otherwise. How he longed to believe the honeyed words that fell from her lips.
“What are you, witch?” All his yearning was evident in his voice, which made him even more vulnerable to the seductress. Despite himself, he had moved closer to where Siva lay in all his golden glory. How thick and heavy the Spentas’ cock was, lying there, not truly as dormant as the rest of him. Bres’ mouth watered just looking at it. Such well-appointed thighs, such a wonderfully sculpted body. And all he had to do was reach out and touch, if he dared.
“Have you been sent to drive me insane?” He hated her. He wanted her. To lay her down on top of the Spentas and take her would be more of heaven than he had any right to glimpse. His knees almost buckled at the thought.
“I am the daughter of Lilith,” Tiamat answered. “And I am here to free you. Both of you.”

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