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Too Hot to Handle by Shelby Morgen

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Too Hot to Handle by Shelby Morgen

Too Hot to Handle

Northlanders, Book 5.5
by Shelby Morgen

Changeling Press

eBook ISBN: 978-1-59596-253-9

Thallin. A man haunted by his past and a grief he cannot outrun. Still, he cannot change who he is. He’ll sacrifice himself to save the lives of his men, even if it means placing his fate in the hands of a bounty hunter. But Jarla’s hands are interested in more than his fate. Will her touch heal his shattered soul?

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Streetwise by Shelby Morgen and Marteeka Karland

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Streetwise by Shelby Morgen and Marteeka Karland

Streetwise

Memphis Heat, Book 2
by Shelby Morgen and Marteeka Karland

Changeling Press

eBook ISBN: 06199-01991

When Officer Butch Carson and his rookie trainee, Regan “Sundance” O’Mally, are caught between the MPD and the Russians, they have no one they can turn to but each other. The more they learn about being werewolves, the tighter their own bond becomes. And the more determined they are to stop the assassins who nearly added them to the growing list of victims.

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Back Up Plan by Shelby Morgen

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Back Up Plan by Shelby Morgen

Backup Plan

Spaceport (multi-author series)
by Shelby Morgen

Changeling Press

eBook BIN: 05778-01852

Why settle for just one replacement body part, when you can own the whole thing? Prisoners are maintained in semi-stasis, their memories wiped, the cost of their physical care sponsored by aging aristocrats, hosts for future replacement organs. Now Ruth is one of them, and only Panama Red, the space pirate turned bodyguard who’s out to rescue Ruth, can save her. But will he still be willing to trust her with his heart, once he knows she engineered this hell?

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The Night Before Christmas by Shelby Morgen

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The Night Before Christmas by Shelby Morgen

The Night Before Christmas
Hot Toddy (multi-author series)
Dragon’s Watch, Book 1.5
by Shelby Morgen

Changeling Press

eBook ISBN: 1-59596-085-6

The need and courage of the Ranger, Von, have rekindled interest in the affairs of Humanity within the breast of Pajja, the last of the Watchers. Von’s faith — and desperation — have brought Pajja’s mate, Omellain, back from the realm where she slumbered. Refugees gather at Camp David, searching for hope in a dying land. Now Von must make decisions that will affect humanity’s future, as well as her own. But for one night, Jackson vows to make her forget the responsibilities of command, and remember only what it is to be a woman, and his lover — a very special night — The Night Before Christmas.

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Stakeout by Shelby Morgen and Marteeka Karland

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Stakeout by Shelby Morgen and Marteeka Karland

Stakeout
Memphis Heat, Book 1
by Shelby Morgen and Marteeka Karland

Changeling Press

eBook BIN: 06040-01938

Memphis, Tennessee. One of the top ten poorest big cities in the U.S. Where there’s poverty, there’s crime. The Russian Mob’s moving in. And where there are criminals, there are cops. Ours just happens to be a werewolf.

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Changeling by Shelby Morgen

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Changeling by Shelby Morgen

Changeling
by Shelby Morgen

Changeling Press

eBook ISBN: 1-59596-147-X

She’s the Changeling Fairy, and she has a bag of Fairy toys — including magical restraints and Fairy Oil — she’s just itching to try out on her captive. She’s caught Mich for just one purpose — she has every intention of spending St. Patrick’s Day having wild Fairy sex with this hot hunk of an American. Just as soon as he learns to cooperate!

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Locations by Shelby Morgen

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Locations by Shelby Morgen

Locations
A Kiss in The Dark, Book 2
by Shelby Morgen

Changeling Press

eBook BIN: 1-59596-067-8

Jen hadn’t ever done anything like that — until the storm of the century dropped her in the arms of a stranger. Now she can’t get him out of her mind.

But is it worth trusting her heart to the mysterious stranger she met by chance in a storm — just to lower her score on a damn test?

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Gargoyle by Shelby Morgen

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Gargoyle by Shelby Morgen

Gargoyle
Dragon’s Watch, Book 1
by Shelby Morgen

eBook ISBN: 1-59596-004-X

The year: 2110
The Mission: Take down a renegade gang that’s threatening to destroy what little is left of law and order in the United North American States. There’s only one problem. The bad guys out number the U.N.A.S. Rangers twelve to one. As if that isn’t trouble enough, there’s a Dragon on Von’s tail — and when the Dragon turns out to be one hot, sexy Elf, things really heat up.

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A Kiss in The Dark by Shelby Morgen

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A Kiss in The Dark by Shelby Morgen

A Kiss in The Dark
by Shelby Morgen

Changeling Press

eBook BIN: 00052-00001

Stranded. Nothing to warm her but the heat of his body. A stranger, holding her in the dark. She wanted things she had no right to even imagine. Until the storm of the century brought them together.

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Dangerous Obsession by Shelby Morgen and Marteeka Karland

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Dangerous Obsession
Spaceport (multi-author series)
by Shelby Morgen and Marteeka Karland

Changeling Press

eBook BIN: 05681-01820

Joiandra is neither as harmless nor as innocent as she appears, though she plays the role well. Who and what she is is a mystery Mikhail will have to solve if he wants to keep her, and the longer he holds her the less he wants to ever let her go, but who’s playing whom in this dangerous game?

Chapter One

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Beyond the sheltering glass of the Haze’s port windows, the nebula glowed with an eerie quality that made a frisson of fear flutter down Joiandra’s spine. There was something out there… something evil. The constant, quiet din of the everyday workings of the space station did nothing to soothe her frazzled nerves. She couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was hunting her.
Someone. Or something. In fact, she felt a bit like dinner.
She should have expected this. No one left Xanadu. No one. Ever. At least, not if you were born into the life. Others would kill to get what she was running from.
Turning back to the bar, Joiandra ordered a Red Rooibos, an old Earth drink. Exotic, but non-alcoholic. She needed to keep her wits. She didn’t want to run. Not again. She’d built something here. Something that was her own. But run she would before she’d go back.
Most people who knew the place wouldn’t have described the Haze as safe, but tonight it was her best refuge. Plenty of witnesses about, in case this was more than just paranoia. Plenty of men. Big, strong men. One of them would surely be willing to defend a helpless woman.
She didn’t like the role, but it was one she knew how to play.
Waiting wasn’t one of her strong suits, but then again, neither was hunting. If push came to shove, she could defend herself, but she’d much rather ply her other trades than kill. The end result was much more pleasant. And profitable. Men with money would pay well for the company of a Trilion pleasure slave. Ironically, now that she’d run she was forced to resort to the very line of work she’d tried so hard to escape.
Joiandra really wanted to believe the small voice telling her to run was overreacting. She was used to men watching her, after all. But the feathers on the back of her neck stood up in a flutter like they’d been hit by a warning breeze.
She scanned the Haze anxiously, trying to be discreet, but needing to identify the source of the threat.
“Can I buy you a drink?” Something with a little more kick than that, his gruff, husky voice implied.
Joiandra turned and looked up — and up. She wasn’t exactly tiny, but this man towered over her. Tall, dark, and handsome was such a cliché. Except when it came bundled in black body armor, with a laser rifle and a belt full of shock grenades. What the fuck was he? Obviously military, but she didn’t see any insignia. Not AP Security, then. Merc, maybe? Everything about him screamed dangerous motherfucker. He could probably break her in half with his bare hands.
That really shouldn’t have turned her on. But at the moment, dangerous might be just what she needed. Because he wasn’t the warning bell she’d been receiving. Which really worried her. If there was something else out there more dangerous than this man, she really didn’t want to meet him. It. At least not tonight. Tonight, she wanted safe, and tall, dark, and dangerous might be exactly what she needed.
She started to ask his name, then thought better of it. She didn’t want to know. She wasn’t looking for commitments. Just a night she could call her own. “I hear the Haze offers real Jamaican Rum if you know who to ask.”
His handsome face split into a slow grin, and her pussy clenched a little. The man really was handsome. If you overlooked all that deadly weaponry.
“I think I can manage that.” He nodded at the bartender, who set down the glass he was polishing and went beneath the bar for her request.
“Just leave the bottle.”
Small talk wasn’t necessary. Not when rum was involved. Her merc seemed to convey everything he wanted with the smoldering look in his eyes. Sex. And plenty of it.
“Make it to go,” she told the bartender, her gaze never leaving Mr. Dangerous. “Do you have a room?”
“I have a suite. On level five.”
Level five. She’d never been up that high. Level five held the tourist attractions. Five-star dining, exotic boutiques, and the Executive suites, all reserved for those with money. And connections. That boded well. If she played her cards right, she could come out of this with a very pleasant evening as well as a healthy paycheck, not to mention a way off this blasted station. She needed to move on. Go somewhere she could make a new start. “Seventy-five credits. And I get paid in advance.” Twice her usual rate, but he could afford it. No sense beating around the bush. He had the look of a man who had been around. He knew how it was.
“Stay the whole night and I’ll double that,” he countered with a raise of one dark brow.
Joiandra had to work to guard her expression. That amount of money could save her ass. She might even be able to make a new start. “Triple for the entire night. I’ll miss at least three more clients if I stay with you.”
His hot gaze slid over her, sizing her up, evaluating whether or not she was worth that kind of money. In her paranoid state, she felt as if he were looking over stock he intended to buy.
“Two twenty-five it is.” He pulled a credit chit from his pocket and placed it on the bar’s converter panel. He punched in the amount, validated it, and handed it to her. Instead of shaking her hand or any of the other mundane things humans often did, he took her by the elbow and guided her out of the Haze, tucking the bottle into a pouch on his body armor.
Joiandra had a moment to wonder if she was walking into a trap, but her sixth sense was never wrong. This man wasn’t the source of the danger. She still felt it, though. She was being watched, and the feeling didn’t lessen when they left the Haze, either. It followed her all the way to the suite of rooms her escort led her to.
There was a reason the fifth floor was both elite and exorbitantly expensive. She barely held back the whistle that formed on her lips. Her cubby would fit in this place’s closet. The maid service alone would have paid her rent for the next month, she was sure. And even a proper license for station security purposes. What the hell was a guy like this doing here? It just didn’t add up.
“You want to tell me who you’re running from?” he asked, catching her totally off guard.
“What? I’m not running from anyone. What are you talking about?”
“I just want to know if I need to have a bodyguard stationed outside the door.” He pushed a button and a wall safe opened. She got a brief glimpse of other weapons before he stowed his belt and rifle, shrugged out of his flexible body armor, then pulled his T-shirt over his head.
The bare torso that met Joiandra’s gaze was all chiseled muscle and roped sinew. Hell, he looked like he was the bodyguard. His arms were so big she doubted he could touch his shoulders with his fingertips. A massive chest and washboard abs completed the look, and gave her a thrill she hadn’t felt in a very long time. She wished like hell he wouldn’t stare at her with that all-too-knowing look. He might not know exactly what she faced, but he knew enough to be wary.
How did she respond to him? What did she say? If she admitted to being an escaped sex slave, would he take her in for the bounty? He obviously had money. Should she take the chance that he didn’t need the reward and just blurt it all out? That would leave her intensely vulnerable, and she wasn’t the trusting type.
She shrugged. “If you don’t feel safe around me, maybe you should.” She said it with lazy insolence, as if it really didn’t matter to her. He had the look of a man who wasn’t easily distracted, so she untied the scrap of cloth that passed for a dress. Her breasts were small but firm, and feathered, except for the nipples that just peeked out of their nest. Men seemed to find them fascinating. The occasional woman as well.
This man was no exception. Immediately, his focus shifted to her nipples, which rose to attention under his gaze. In spite of the situation, she was amused. Men were the same no matter where she went.
He took a handheld comm from his belt and pressed a button. “Dreslin here. Post two guards. No one gets in.”
“Should I be worried?” She didn’t like being trapped with a strange man, even if it was part of the job.
“I give you my word, you will not be harmed while in my care.” He said it formally, as if those words meant more to him than the simple promise he wouldn’t beat her to death. “I’m Arualian. My word is my life.”
He held out one hand to her. On the inside of his wrist was a small tattoo of a bird of prey. That mark was known throughout the galaxy. Arualian warriors were among the fiercest and most skilled anywhere. They were also honest to a fault, living by their code of honor like a religion.
Safe. She would be safe with him. With everything but her heart. She shook her head, reminding herself this was just a job like any other. Except this time, she had a choice. And she chose to be here. With him. Tonight, for anything he wanted. And maybe, just maybe, she’d get out of this alive, and with enough credits to start a new life.
Somewhere Mother’s henchmen couldn’t find her.
“Touch me,” Dreslin commanded without more explanation or promise. Joiandra was only too happy to comply. She’d itched to run her fingers over all those muscles since she’d first seen him. It was rare to pleasure such a prime specimen of male perfection. She wanted to take her time with him, lose herself in his body as he would in hers.
The coarse hair on his chest abraded her palms deliciously as she shaped each hollow, each mound of muscle. She reveled in her freedom to touch him however she wished. His hard, powerful body was an aphrodisiac in itself, to say nothing of the masculine beauty of his face. Thick, dark hair fell past his shoulders in silky waves, and she found herself tunneling her fingers in the soft strands.
His hands rested on her hips, gripping her lightly. His cock pushed against the front of his uniform, pressing insistently against her belly. Her fingers skimmed the tip of his cockhead when she dipped them into the waistband.
“You act as if you’ve never touched a man before,” he observed, to her horror. Gods! He hadn’t asked her to play the virgin. She hadn’t even asked what he wanted. She was making every amateur mistake in the damned book.
“Tonight, for you, I haven’t. Unless there’s another fantasy you’d prefer?”
“I’d prefer to simply have you. No temptress. No pleasure worker. I want the real thing.”
Did he know what he was asking? It had been so long, she wasn’t sure she knew who that was. Skills that allowed her to be anything and everything a man wanted were a part of her craft. She wasn’t even sure she knew what she wanted sexually anymore. To set that all aside… But he was the client. And he’d already paid. And paid well.
Herself. This might be the hardest role she ever played. She did what she never did with a client — she stretched to her toes and kissed him.

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