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Arresting Love by Silvia Violet

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Arresting Love by Silvia Violet

Arresting Love

Wild R Farm, Book 2
by Silvia Violet

Silvia Violet Books

eBook ISBN: 9781301558759

Billy Lawson wants to find true love, but he’s just about given up hope when he meets Levi, a wounded shifter who needs his help. Levi might be the one, but first Billy must save him from his dangerous past.

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Seduction of the Captain by Silvia Violet

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Seduction of the Captain by Silvia Violet

Seduction of the Captain
Surrender, Book 3
by Silvia Violet

Loose Id

eBook ISBN: 978-1-61118-437-2

When Saida knocks on Kajinek’s door, he senses that she’s the partner he’s been looking for. He agrees to fly her ship under one condition; she must personally feed his darkest desires. Can Saida give in to what her body wants or will submitting sexually shatter the careful control she wields over the rest of her life?

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Hoofin’ It to the Altar by Silvia Violet

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Hoofin’ It to the Altar
Protect and Serve (multi-author series)
by Silvia Violet

Changeling Press

eBook BIN: 05896-01891

As Jason and Drew fend off well-meaning friends and family, a far more serious problem threatens their union. A vampire killer is on the loose. Can Drew stop the killer in time for “Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today…” to start his wedding instead of his funeral?

Chapter One

I’m Jason Fleetfoot, deer shifter and crime lab tech. I might look like a badass, but lately, I’m embarrassingly domesticated. I’m living like an old married man with a vampire. That’s right, a vampire. Me and my man have settled down into a predictable routine just like upstanding normal folks. A few months ago, I moved in with him and volunteered to keep working the night shift at the crime lab while he’s out chasing down bad guys. He’s a big, bad detective. Yeah, a vamp who works for the good guys. We come home from work, have dinner, well, I do. He has me for dinner. Then we watch a little TV and tuck in for the night or, rather, day.
What about the sex? Don’t look shocked, I know you’re interested. The sex is anything but predictable. Drew is hotter than a solar flare. We’re both stronger and faster than humans and willing to try almost anything. I’ll just say we’ve damn near brought the building down a few times and leave it at that.
I can barely believe we’ve been together for a whole year. Before I met Drew, if I fucked the same guy for a week, I started to get antsy, but now I’m in love. Yeah, I admit it. This badass stag shifter is all mushy-gushy, I-don’t-ever-want-to-leave-you in love. And love makes you dumb. Dumb enough to think a vampire would care about celebrating our anniversary.
I made us reservations and kept them a secret until today. I surprised Drew with the plans when he woke up early this evening, and he seemed happy, if a little distracted. I thought he was into my idea even though we rarely go out unless we stop by Shift for a beer on our night off. Drew doesn’t eat, but he likes to watch me when I order something special. I love to eat, and sometimes I really get into my food. Drew says I look like I’m about to come from the deliciousness, and he likes that, a lot.
So I got all dressed up, well, all dressed up for me, which means a collared shirt and a coat with my jeans, and planned to have a nice, civilized evening. But Drew went to do some errands after he got up, and now he’s a half hour late meeting me at the restaurant, and he’s not answering his phone.
Now, my anger turns to fear as I think how unlike him it is to be late. He just closed a case involving a werewolf pack that was kidnapping young women. Supposedly, the guilty parties were in jail, but what if they’ve found a way to get retribution? And they are far from the only people who’d like to see Drew permanently dead. Thanks to the news coverage of his kidnapping and forced Change at the hands of a vampire crime boss and the city’s unlikely decision to let him keep his job with the police force, Drew is fairly well known. There are plenty of people out there, human and vampire, who don’t like the idea of his kind fighting crime.
I grab my phone to call Drew again, but as I do, he walks through the door. He looks amazing. He’s wearing gray dress pants and a pale blue shirt that strains against his broad shoulders. He even has on a tie, blood red, of course. He must have bought the outfit while he was out, because I’ve never seen any of those clothes in his closet. He smiles at the hostess, the smile that gets most female witnesses to tell him anything he needs to hear. It used to make me jealous when he looked at others like that, but now I just smile and think how lucky I am to have him all to myself.
He catches sight of me, and his smile widens. My heart pounds. Even after a year, I still get excited when he looks at me like that. I’m so relieved he’s not decapitated in an alley somewhere that I can’t stay angry about his tardiness. He’s too damn charming in his suave clothes.
When the hostess walks away, Drew’s hot gaze pins me in place. “I’m sorry I’m so late,” he says.
“You didn’t answer your phone.” Shit! I sound like a nagging wife.
“First time you called I was paying for something. Then I rushed home to change. I thought it would be better to get here as fast as I could rather than wasting time calling you.”
Logical, but annoying. “I was worried.”
Drew frowns. “Why?”
“Um, you’re a detective, remember? You chase bad guys who’d be happy to see you dead, and you just put some savage pieces of shit in jail.”
“Oh yeah.” He looks thoughtful.
“What’s wrong? Did something happen tonight?”
He shakes his head. “No, I’m just distracted.”
“Did Seth call? Did you get a new case?” Seth is Drew’s lieutenant and also a good friend.
“No. I’m fine, really.”
Our server approaches the table. Drew looks relieved that I can’t question him any more.
We place our drink orders, and I try to engage Drew in conversation, but he’s doing his cold, distant vamp routine, and it’s pissing me off. “If you didn’t want to go out, why the fuck didn’t you say so?”
The server times his reappearance perfectly to save Drew again. I wonder if he heard me, but I’m too angry, and I don’t care about making a spectacle. Why was Drew acting like he’d rather be anywhere else?
I order, and the server turns to Drew expectantly. Drew gives him a smile that shows fang. His eyes widen, and he steps back. “So that will be all then, gentlemen?” He nearly chokes on the last word.
“Yes, thank you,” I say. I glare at Drew. “What was that for?”
“I don’t want him hovering.”
“You don’t want him flirting.”
He shrugs.
Drew attracts men and women without trying, whether it’s because he’s a vampire or just his natural magnetism. He usually finds several admirers wherever we go, but he’s more likely to scare them away than flirt back.
He smiles at me, and instead of looking disinterested like he did before, he looks turned on. What game is he playing?
I scowl at him. “Did I get all excited about a big, juicy steak and tiramisu for dessert when you just want to play scary vamp and victim? We could’ve done that at home.”
“It’d be more fun here though, wouldn’t it?”
Like I said before, sex with Drew is never boring. “You don’t have to make a scene and drag me out of here. I’ll go to the park willingly and give you a really good chase.” I remember how well that turned out the last time I’d been his prey. “You know how much we love that tree, the big one deep in the woods…” I need to stop thinking about that tree, because as pissed as I am at him, I’m turning myself on. From the darkness of his usually pale blue eyes and the length of his fangs, his memory of that night is as clear as mine and he’s contemplating throwing me over the table and taking me right here.
“I thought we were going to have a nice dinner. You know, be a couple,” I say, trying to dampen the sexual tension.
He laughs, and I feel it like a caress. “We are. You’re the one who decided I’d rather hunt you down.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re obviously not into being here. If you’d suggested something else, I would’ve gone along.”
Drew growls and grabs a bag he’d set on the floor by his chair. He pulls something out of it. Then, faster than my eyes can follow, he’s on one knee in front of me, holding out a small box. “Marry me,” he says.
I freeze like, well, like one of my pure animal cousins in headlights. Shifters are a bit more savvy than deer about cars, but not about vampires who get on their knees and propose out of the blue. That would startle the hell out of anyone. My heart thunders inside my chest. The hair on my neck stands up, and if they could in this form, my ears would be frantically swiveling. I have no idea what to say or do. I feel the stares of the other restaurant patrons, and their whispers fill the air with static.
I take the box with a shaky hand and open it. A simple gold band lies inside. I lift it out and test its weight in my hand. It becomes the most solid thing in my world. Is this really happening? Can my big, scary vampire truly want to marry me? I blink, refusing to think about why my eyes are so wet. Never, not even when Drew first said he loved me, had he overwhelmed me like this.
I look up. His expression is wary, unnerved. I realize I never answered him. “Yes! Of course, I’ll…yes! I can’t believe you just asked me!”
“You’re mine,” he says simply as if that’s a given fact. “I just want to make it more formal.” His voice is low and sexy, and my cock responds as my shock fades. He sounds more like himself, but he’s still on his knee in front of me. The combination of dominating ownership and submissive posture is making me hot as hell. Then I remember that everyone is staring at us. My deer senses go on alert, making me want to bolt. “We’re making a scene.”
Obviously unconcerned, Drew pulls me to him and kisses me so thoroughly I forget my embarrassment. I forget my name. Everything except the surprisingly warm recesses of his mouth, the slide of his tongue on mine, and the sharp edge of his fangs fades away. When he pulls back, we’re both breathless. Even more people are watching us now. Some people look nearly as turned on as I am. Some look shocked, others disgusted. I’m too lust-drunk to care. I no longer want a steak or even dessert. I want to grab my man and get somewhere relatively private as soon as possible. I’m thinking the alley behind the restaurant might be private enough.

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Lupercalian Feast by Silvia Violet

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Lupercalian Feast
Candy Kisses (multi-author series)
by Silvia Violet

Changeling Press

eBook ISBN: 978-1-59596-534-9

When Julianne retreats to her family’s mountain cabin to spend Valentine’s weekend alone, she never expects to meet the men of her dreams, and she certainly doesn’t expect them to be satyrs.

Note: This title has no chapter breaks. Please enjoy the first scene.
Scene One

Julianne popped in the DVD she’d brought with her. She’d be damned if she’d miss out on a mind-blowing Valentine’s Day orgasm even if she had to give it to herself. As she cued up the video, she couldn’t stop her mind from replaying yesterday’s humiliating scene.
Her boyfriend Brad had never been willing to get as dirty or as kinky as she’d wanted. Yet there he’d been doggy-style fucking another woman on his kitchen floor, going at her as hard as he could. The horny couple had been completely oblivious to Julianne’s presence. Brad knew she had a key and that she was coming over to make dinner. The day before Valentine’s Day was an extra nasty time to cheat on your girlfriend.
Julianne spewed a long string of curses. Every time she’d wanted something more than vanilla sex in bed, Brad had put her off or tried to convince her she wouldn’t really enjoy what she’d suggested. She thought he was intimidated by her requests. Again she’d been hit with the Latin Professor Curse.
No man she’d dated seemed capable of believing that a good little girl who’d grown up to be a Classics Professor could possibly be interested in kinky sex. Did no one actually study the Romans anymore? Talk about a civilization rife with kinky sex practices. Fuck Brad and all the men like him. Her vibrator lasted a hell of a lot longer than most men anyway.
Now she was alone at her family’s mountain cabin. She’d been planning to ask Brad to spend the weekend with her so they could celebrate Valentine’s properly. Of course she was probably having a better time. She’d been craving some solitude. Sex with Brad had never been that great, and she’d become an expert at pleasuring herself.
She’d spent Valentine’s Day baking bread, reading a few sci-fi novels, and catching up on emails, but now she was restless, horny, and longing for a man who would do exactly what she wanted. At least she had some good porn and her favorite vibrator.
She tucked herself under a warm comforter, laying her lube, her double penetration dildo and a towel beside her. She picked up the remote and tapped scene advance until she got to her favorite section, two guys doing one girl who looked like she truly loved having both her holes stuffed simultaneously.
Her body tightened with longing as she watched the actors working the woman between them. She ignored the cheesy music and let the sounds of the three of them moaning and gasping heat her up until she couldn’t resist touching herself. After a few minutes of finger fucking, she pushed her vibrator in deep, filling herself front and back, just like the woman on the screen.
Within seconds, Julianne closed her eyes. She forgot about the film and transported herself to her own fantasies where a hot guy took her pussy while another filled her ass with his huge cock, stretching her until it hurt. She begged her fantasy men for more.
Julianne’s body tensed as she neared climax, and tingling heat raced through her body. She tilted the vibrator so it rubbed wickedly against her G-spot while the second shaft stretched her ass. She cried out as she went over, enjoying the moment of tight pleasure/pain before her body spasmed wildly, squeezing both the shafts inside her.
When she’d enjoyed every last pulse of her orgasm and recovered enough to move, she switched off the movie. She cleaned up herself and her toy before switching off the light and slipping back between the covers. Her body felt liquid and thoroughly relaxed. She should get a good night’s sleep.
As she drifted off, she thought about how if she lived in Ancient Rome, she would be celebrating Lupercalia tomorrow. Many people viewed Lupercalia as the precursor to the modern Valentine’s Day. It was a pagan fertility festival that the Christian church had been eager to stamp out.
To celebrate Lupercalia, young men and women drew names from an urn and then took to the fields to fornicate with their randomly chosen partners, definitely not something the Church could condone. Julianne giggled sleepily at the thought of enjoying such illicit pleasure. Flowers and candy paled in comparison.

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Solstice Craving by Silvia Violet

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Solstice Craving
by Silvia Violet

Changeling Press

eBook ISBN: 978-1-59596-439-7

The Solstice is a time when light is reborn, and all are assured that the darkness will not rule the earth forever. Will Cara accept the healing magic of the season?

Chapter One

Jackson was the last of his brothers to arrive at the family farm. As he seated himself at the breakfast bar and grabbed a cup of coffee, his father pulled a pan of biscuits out of the oven and placed them on the counter.
“I’ve found a spell we can use,” his father said as Jackson and his two brothers began filling their plates with biscuits, bacon, and eggs. Jackson froze, a biscuit halfway to his mouth. It was just like his father to drop such important information without warning.
His father smiled at him, knowing exactly what he was thinking. “Unfortunately, there’s a catch.”
“What?’” Jackson’s older brother, Malcolm, asked, not bothering to finish chewing first.
“It’s a sexual spell that rekindles love between the two participants.”
Jackson’s excitement wavered. His mother had passed away three years ago, and no one could imagine his father loving another the way he had his wife. Malcolm never went out with the same woman more than twice, and Caden had just ended a relationship with a total bitch he never should have given the time of day. Jackson was no closer to finding his true love than the rest of them. “Can anyone in the pack perform the spell?”
His father frowned. “No, it must be done by the pack leader or his immediate kin.”
Malcolm’s lips curled in a wicked smile. “Cara Setley’s back in town. I heard she’s got a job at the Hedford Inn.”
Jackson forced himself to unclench his fists. Hitting his brother would not be a good idea.
Cara had been Jackson’s girlfriend for two years. He’d been on the verge of telling her the family secret and proposing when she’d told him she’d found a job in Charleston. She’d been finishing up her degree in baking and pastry arts at the local community college. The job she’d landed would provide excellent experience, doing baking for an exclusive bed and breakfast in Charleston’s historic district.
Cara had asked Jackson to consider moving with her. From her perspective, his accounting degree and his two years of job experience with a large firm made him a great candidate for landing a job in a new city. But what she didn’t know was that he couldn’t leave his pack.
Like their fully animal relatives, werewolves need the support of others of their kind. Another wolf might have petitioned the Charleston pack for membership, but since Jackson’s father was pack leader, Jackson had far too many responsibilities to consider leaving. Cara offered to look harder for a local job, but Jackson didn’t want her to settle for less than the best.
He’d been a hot-headed idiot at the time, his body running on the raging hormones of a werewolf coming into his full powers. Instead of talking to her about how important the opportunity in Charleston was for her, he’d cheated on her and let her catch him. Fool that he was, he thought he was doing her a favor, encouraging her to do what was right for her career in the only way he could.
“Cara hasn’t spoken to me since she left town three years ago. Considering how I treated her, I don’t think she’ll want to talk to me now.”
Caden frowned. “But you did love her.”
Jackson looked at his younger brother. “Yes.”
“Do you love her now?”
Jackson drew in a long slow breath. “Yes.”
“Then find out if she still loves you.” His father’s tone held the mark of authority. Normally Jackson wouldn’t dare question his father about pack business, but if anyone thought Cara was going to perform a sexual ritual with Jackson, they were insane.
“This isn’t going to work.”
Rather than the explosion Jackson expected, his father sighed and sat down on one of the barstools. “If we don’t find a way to protect ourselves soon, Hanley’s pack will gain control of us one by one until we’re all slaves to his whim.”
Already some of the weaker members of their pack had succumbed to the lure of Hanley’s magic, allowing themselves to be used to perform criminal acts for the rogue wolf. The bastard and his pack of ex-criminals, all of whom he and his lieutenants had infected themselves, had been preying on small, weak packs in the Appalachian region for over a year.
This was the first time they’d taken on a well-organized pack with more than ten members. When wolves were born or created, they gained certain magical powers, but the strength of these powers varied widely. Hanley was an extremely gifted magic worker. Jackson, his father and brothers, and other strong workers in their pack had tried numerous protection and strengthening spells, but none were strong enough to block him.
Jackson sighed. “Why do you believe this spell will work?”
“Rather than simply adding strength to each pack member’s shields, this spell uses the energy of birth and renewal available on the Winter Solstice. If one who has denied love agrees to surrender herself and allow the Lord and Lady to fill her with the energy of love, a burst of magic is sent forth. The magic will cover each pack member with a force field of their own, similar to that which closes around us when we cast a sacred circle. The shield should last until Ostara, the spring equinox. Hopefully by then Hanley will have moved on.”
“The Solstice is in three days.”
His father nodded. “So it is.”
“Even if Cara will agree to see me, she’s not going to accept what I am and agree to do the ritual in three days’ time.”
Malcolm clapped his brother on the shoulder. “You definitely have your work cut out for you.”
Jackson gave him a look that said he’d get him back somehow. Cara had every right to slam the door in his face if he tried to see her, and the chances that she still loved him were nearly zero. How was he supposed to convince her to fall in love with him again, especially when he had to inform her that he was a werewolf in need of her magical assistance. Oh, and by the way, this assistance involves having sex in front of his entire pack. She’d probably call the police.
But the grief he’d seen on his father’s face since Hanley had begun his pursuit of their pack had made Jackson’s heart ache. And a week ago, Hanley had gotten to Jackson’s cousin, Ian. The boy was only fifteen, but Hanley had convinced him to assist in a bank robbery. Things had gone bad, and two bank tellers had been killed. Ian was now in juvenile detention awaiting trial.
Jackson got up and put his plate in the sink. “Wish me luck. I’m going to find Cara.”
“She bought the old Walker place on Elm Street,” Malcolm called after him.
“Then that’s where I’m headed.”
As he left, Jackson imagined how his visit would go. With her long blond hair and pale, blue eyes, Cara looked sweet and innocent, but she had a fiery temper. As harsh as her anger could be, he’d rather feel her wrath than receive the cold reception he expected.
* * *
Cara looked at the maze of boxes still lining her living room floor. She’d only been back in Vanderbilt for a few days, but she’d made a lot of progress on the small house she’d bought. She’d painted the living room, dining room, and one of the bedrooms, and she was just getting to the business of hanging pictures. She was holding one up, testing it over the sofa, when the doorbell rang.
Cara rushed to the door, expecting to see her sister who’d promised to stop by that morning. Instead, she came face to face with Jackson Macray, the man who’d broken her heart three years ago. The man she’d never gotten over. The last man on earth she’d wanted to see. And unfortunately, he still looked every bit as delicious as he had the day she found him fucking another woman when he was supposed to be taking her to dinner.
He was a few inches over six feet with short, auburn hair and chocolate eyes. He had thick shoulders, muscular arms, and the most lusciously formed chest she’d ever seen. She realized she was undressing him in her mind and started to close the door, but he stuck out his arm and held it open. He’d certainly not let his muscle tone go in the last three years. She couldn’t have made the door budge if she’d had the help of two more people.
“Please leave.”
“Not until I have a chance to apologize.”
“It’s been three years. Whatever you have to say, it’s too little, too late.”
“I was an idiot. I didn’t want you to give up the opportunity in Charleston even though I couldn’t go with you. I was stupid enough to think I had to pull a stunt like that to get you to leave town.”
“It never occurred to you that I should be the one to decide whether I stayed or not?”
Jackson shook his head. “I wasn’t thinking right.”
She exhaled. “My sister is on her way over. I want to show her my new house. I have no desire to rehash our relationship.”
“Please just hear me out.”
“Jackson –”
“I’ve never stopped loving you.”
“Jackson, I’m not going to fall for your bullshit again.”
“Are you seeing someone else?”
She wanted to lie to him, tell him she had a boyfriend, hell, that she’d had a whole lineup of them. But other than a few failed first dates, she’d had nothing in three years. For some reason, she’d never been able to lie to Jackson. It was like he had some sixth sense when it came to her. “I’m not seeing anyone. Is that what you want to hear? That you affected me so deeply that I can’t think about anyone but you, can’t even go out on a date with someone because the man’s not you? Would that stroke your ego?”
He shook his head. “No. But it would give me hope. I want a chance to talk to you, to explain my behavior.”
“I don’t need an explanation. I need you to leave me alone and let me build my own life here.”
“Have dinner with me.”
“No.”
“Let me say my piece this once. Then, if you never want to see me again, I’ll honor that.”
There was something desperate in his tone, something that sounded so genuinely full of need she couldn’t deny him though she wanted to. From the first moment she’d met Jackson, he’d been able to charm almost anything out of her. “My sister will be here all day, but I’ll have breakfast with you tomorrow. Then I expect you to disappear from my life again.”
Jackson nodded. “Thank you. Would you let me cook for you? The things I have to say shouldn’t be discussed in public.”
Cara could well imagine he didn’t want to argue about his faithlessness in a restaurant, but she didn’t think it a good idea to be alone with him in his apartment. An image of them on their last night together flashed through her head. He knelt between her legs, his tongue doing unimaginable things to her pussy. She hung on the edge of a fantastic orgasm. Then he’d glanced up at her, and she’d seen something in his eyes, pain, fear. He’d covered it quickly, but she knew what she’d seen. Later when she realized he’d been cheating, she’d thought it was guilt. But now, with his strange behavior this morning, she wasn’t sure.
“Cara, are you okay?”
She nodded, realizing she’d zoned out on him. “Sorry. I’m just tired from fixing up the house and trying to settle in.”
“So are we on for tomorrow?”
“Yes, but I want to make clear that I’m only coming over to talk. I have no intention of resuming our relationship.”
Jackson nodded. “Is nine okay?”
“Fine. I’ll see you then.” Jackson lowered his arm, and Cara shut the door before he could say anything else. What the hell had she gotten herself into?

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Stallion’s Accord by Silvia Violet

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Stallion’s Accord
Oriana, Book 3
by Silvia Violet

Changeling Press

eBook ISBN: 978-1-60521-601-0

When Raya returns to Oriana after a long, painful absence, she learns about the changes Calder introduced. Her certainty that she could never live on this backwater planet begins to falter. Can Calder convince her that being together is more important than either of them having their way, or will her stubbornness keep them forever apart?

Chapter One

Raya leaned forward, tangling her hands in Obsidian’s mane, relishing the feel of his strength beneath her. She was thankful her lover needed to return home quickly after their tryst by the stream. Riding his alternate form exhilarated her. Discussing the fact that a confession of love had escaped her — as Calder worked her into a frenzy — would make her cringe.
She didn’t want to be in love. She couldn’t live on Oriana, and Calder wouldn’t leave. No matter how good the sex was, their lifestyles were incompatible. That’s why she’d run from what she felt months ago. She’d tried to deny what he meant to her, but seeing him again had brought all her feelings to the surface. Then he’d touched her, and she was lost.
But she wasn’t a coward. She wouldn’t deny what she’d blurted out in a fit of passion. She was in love with Calder, and she had to face the consequences of those feelings. But the longer she could put it off, the better. Perhaps Calder would give her one night to revel in their need for each other before questioning her intentions.
All too soon, the stable came in sight, and Obsidian slowed to a trot. Finlay, the stable master, was there to greet them. He gave Raya a sly wink. “I see you’ve returned, and you’re riding Obsidian as well as ever.”
She smiled and ignored the heat that crept into her cheeks. “Damn right I am.”
Obsidian snorted as they both laughed.
“I’ll see to him,” Raya said, sliding from her lover’s back and grabbing a currycomb from the wall, ready to give Obsidian a loving brush down.
“He’d certainly love that, Miss Varvara, but his guests have already begun to arrive.”
Obsidian whinnied loudly and gestured toward the door with his nose.
Finlay nodded. “I’ll take care of it, sir.”
Raya raised her brows in question.
“He needs privacy to shift, ma’am. Not all of tonight’s guests are aware that Obsidian and Lord Brinkley are one and the same.” Calder was an unregistered shapeshifter. His mother belonged to a centaur-like race known as the Canterini, but as a half-blood, he could shift between human and horse form.
“Ah,” she nodded. Guests. Ugh. The last thing she wanted to do was stuff herself into one of the fancy dresses she’d been forced to purchase for her business on Oriana and socialize with Calder’s guests. Maybe she could feign fatigue from the long journey. Or better yet from the thorough fucking he’d given her.
Finlay closed the stable doors and locked them. Obsidian shimmered briefly, and Calder stood where he’d been, naked and obviously ready to go another round with her. Finlay tossed him some clothes and boots, and he dressed quickly. He looked damn fine in the tight tan riding pants and tall polished boots. His black shirt strained across his powerful shoulders and muscular chest. He left the top two buttons open in a manner considered rakish on Oriana.
“Lord Partington has arrived with his daughter,” Finlay said as he unlocked the doors. The stable master looked pointedly at Raya. “Miss Varvara’s arrival will be of interest to them, I’m sure.”
Calder’s eyes brightened, and he smiled wickedly. “I do believe it will.”
Raya didn’t like the sound of that. “Who is Lord Partington?”
“An idiot who thinks I’d pay his debts in exchange for his daughter’s hand in marriage.”
“Fuck that.” Raya’s stomach churned. Calder was hers. She didn’t want to be in love, and she didn’t want to live on Oriana, but… damn it, he was hers.
Calder chuckled. “Try to keep your claws in.”
Raya glared at him. “Why are they here?”
“I’m hosting a party tonight to celebrate the conclusion of the legislative session.”
Raya pondered his words. “Is that customary?”
Calder nodded. “When the session ends, most of the regional governors return to their own lands, and life in and around the capital slows down for several months.”
Raya tried to imagine the pace of life being any slower than it already was and failed. She’d originally met Calder when her job at Intergalactic Investors Bank brought her to Oriana to broker a deal for a client. She’d hated everything about the backwater planet except for the fine horseflesh Calder owned and Calder himself.
She’d never let herself get involved with a client before, but she loved beautiful horses and beautiful men, and Calder literally brought all the untamed strength of a stallion into his human form. He’d been impossible to resist, but when he suggested she stay, she refused. No way could an urban girl from New Earth be happy here, not even with a stud of a man like Calder.
She’d ignored him for the intervening months just like she’d ignored the terrifying mix of hot and cold that raced through her when she thought of him. She had no place in her life for romance.
When she’d received the paperwork confirming her client’s purchase of Calder’s horses, she’d chosen to surprise Calder rather than be forced to explain why she’d failed to contact him for months. She caught a flight to Oriana that afternoon, barely taking time to comm her supervisor and let her know she’d be out of the office for the next week. Now here she was, admitting to feelings she’d didn’t want to have, confused and longing to ignore the world and spend the night making love to Calder. But he had a house full of overdressed, stuffy Orianians who would find her exotic if not downright crude.
As if hearing her thoughts, he glanced down pointedly, looking at her nipples standing out against the damp cloth of her dress. Between the heat and the dip she’d taken in the stream her dress looked rather disreputable.
“You’re going to scandalize my guests.”
Raya snorted. “Fucking prudes.”
Calder laughed. “My guests include some of the biggest gossips on Oriana. When we appear at the house together with you in that ensemble, rumors will spread like wildfire. By tomorrow everyone who’s anyone in Oriana’s capital will know we’re lovers. The only way I’ll be able to save your reputation is by marrying you.”
Marry me? Marry me? He has to be kidding. Raya forced herself to smile even as her chest tightened in panic.
Raya thought about how he’d do wonders for her reputation on New Earth. Everyone there thought she was so cold that even a man like Calder couldn’t touch her heart. “Who says I care about my reputation here?”
“You should if you intend to conduct business here. People will accept that you’re a techno snob, but flouting our customs so openly won’t win you any contracts.”
“If I have my way, your contract will be my last on Oriana.”
Calder stared at her for a few moments, his eyes full of something she hoped wasn’t pain. She swallowed past a lump in her throat. Had she really meant what she said?
Before she could retract her words, his usual grin returned. “As a gentleman, I can’t be responsible for ruining a woman even if she is insensible to the insult. Allow me to announce our engagement. You can throw me over in a few days if you choose, but at least I’ll have given you proper protection.”
She almost said yes without a second thought. Did she actually want to marry Calder? No, this was a game, playing along with the social conventions. That’s all. Then she remembered his rough voice saying he loved her as he thrust into her in the grass by the stream.
Her heart pounded with a combination of fear and excitement. “People would truly expect us to get engaged, because we’ve been for a ride together.”
Calder grinned. “And quite a ride it was.”
His words sent shivers of pleasure racing through her body. Heat pooled between her legs. “Damn right. Are you sure you can’t send these guests away?”
Calder raised his brows. “Hardly. An unmarried Orianian lady does not go out alone with a man nor does she wear such thin garments or worse yet, damp them down. Such behavior would label her fast.”
Raya laughed. “Fast?”
Calder’s grin widened. He was clearly enjoying himself. “Indeed, such a woman would be the worst sort of flirt. She might even go so far as to allow a man to sample her wares before an offer of marriage was on the table.”
“Ha! As if I’d agree to marry a man I’d never fucked.”
Calder laughed. “I can’t say I’d want to marry a woman I’d never bedded either, but such is what’s expected here.”
“Utterly insane. Worse than your lack of a decent comm satellite.”
Calder snorted, sounding suspiciously like Obsidian.
“How many guests?” Raya feared she didn’t want to know the answer.
“Hundreds. All the regional governors and representatives are invited as well as various members of Oriana’s upper class. Some I consider friends. A few might push my powers of hospitality to the limit.”
“Is Lady Partington among the latter group?”
Calder grinned. “Would you like her to be?”
Raya’s cheeks heated, but she ignored her silly reaction. “No proper Orianian lady can give you what I can.”
“That’s for damn sure. Some improper ones on the other hand…”
She shoved him away. “Fuck off.”
“Raya. I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone else. We’re going to have to deal with our feelings for each other but not tonight. As regional governor, I’m expected to honor the End of Session with a large dose of pomp and circumstance no matter how much I’d prefer to take you to my bedchamber and fuck your brains out.”
His hot words made Raya’s nipples tighten and her pussy clench. Damn this man and the ease with which he made her want him.
Calder’s gaze dropped to her breasts. He licked his lips as he watched them rise and fall. Then he closed the distance between them and cupped them, brushing her nipples with his thumbs.
She shivered, and a low moan escaped her. His touch threatened to short-circuit her brain.
“We’ve got to get going.” His words didn’t match his actions. He bent to kiss and lick her neck while his thumbs continued to tease her nipples. She arched into his touch, wanting to drag him to the stable floor, not even giving a damn if Finlay watched.
Calder licked her ear. “Miss Varvara, will you do me the honor of accepting my offer of engagement?”
Fuck! Was he really asking that now? He said he wouldn’t hold her to it, not that he actually could. She was from New Earth where such things as betrothal contracts didn’t exist. “Yesssss.” The word came out as a hiss when he tugged on her nipples.
“Good.” He licked her neck then shuddered and released her. His brown eyes were nearly black with passion. And his tight pants did nothing to hide the hard ridge of his cock.
He caressed her neck, rubbing his thumb up and down the corded muscle. “If you weren’t attending a ball tonight, I’d mark you. It’s all I can do to resist.”
His words made her shiver. Damn, she wanted him to bite her, to use her hard and rough. She remembered him biting the back of her neck as he fucked her like he would a mare. Wait a minute. What did he mean going to a ball? “You expect me to attend this party?”
“I can hardly announce that we’re engaged with my fiancée not in attendance.”
Raya’s stomach knotted. She’d studied basic Orianian social customs, but she’d not expected to attend a ball. “That’s not possible.”
Calder’s eyes narrowed, and his jaw tightened, a sure sign he was pissed. “Do you really think you can show up unannounced, insinuate yourself back into my life after two months of silence, and then dictate the terms of your stay with me?”
Raya’s heart pounded. His words came out angry, but need and passion sizzled in the look he gave her. He might not be done punishing her for being a bitch, but everything he had in store would elicit as much pleasure as it did pain.
“You’re still angry that I didn’t call. I get it, but I’m sure you can think of more creative ways to torment me for my transgressions.”
He took a slow breath and backed away. “Believe me, I am far from done with you. I have a list a mile long of ways to torment you physically, but I’m afraid you’ll like them all. Attending a party, on the other hand, that’s true punishment.”
Raya’s stomach knotted. She was going to make a fool of herself at the party in more ways than one. “Calder, I… I’ll have to dance.”
His expression softened. “Only with me. Let me lead and you’ll do fine. You waltzed beautifully when you were here before.”
Raya shook her head. “We were alone then, and I’m not very good at letting someone else lead.”
He snorted. “I’m very aware of your need for control. I’ve broken you of the habit before, and I’ll do it again. Hopefully the same intense methods won’t be necessary on the dance floor. Otherwise, we’ll have to get married tonight.”
He was trying to make her laugh, but she couldn’t, not with her world imploding. She was in love with a man who lived on a low-tech planet, a man she couldn’t control, and he expected her to prance around in a fancy dress, making an impression on his high society guests. She hadn’t become a bank officer to play fancy lady. “I don’t understand enough of your customs to attend a ball. I didn’t study –”
His eyes narrowed. “You understand them. You just don’t like them. There’s no way a woman as serious about her work as you would fail to find out everything she needed to know to succeed here.”
“Calder, I’m –”
His expression softened. “Scared?”
No other man could see through her armor so easily. “No! I just –”
“Don’t want to come to this party, but you will. You owe me this.”
Raya nodded, unable to trust her voice to be steady.

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Paws On Me by Silvia Violet

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Paws On Me
Protect and Serve (Multi-Author Series)
by Silvia Violet

Changeling Press

eBook ISBN: 978-1-60521-698-0

When a murder investigation brings the two men together, passion roars to life. They’re both willing to break the rules to be together. Because as mismatched as they might seem, each man is exactly what the other needs.

Chapter One
Seth’s Blog

I’m Seth Morrison. I’m a cop, a police lieutenant to be precise. I’ve been on the force more years than I want to think about. I’ve seen good men get killed, turn dirty, lose themselves in the bottle, lose their fucking minds, but I’m still here doing what I do. I don’t know any other life. People tell me I need a break, a vacation, to relax. I don’t want to fucking relax. I just want to do my job and keep this city from falling apart.
I park my car, grab my coffee from the cup holder, and charge up the front steps of the station. I could take the side door, it’s closer to my office, but I love the chaos of the bullpen. When I open the door, I breathe deeply, enjoying the variety of smells: coffee that’s been on the warmer far too long, the sickeningly sweet smell of candy and doughnuts, pine-scented cleaner from the scrubbing the janitors gave the floors last night, and something unnamable that simply smells like cops and hard work. I shake my head as I try to imagine not being here nearly 24/7. This is where I belong.
My stomach rumbles. I should’ve had dinner, but after pretending an afternoon nap was a night’s sleep, I’m running late. I’ll grab something from the vending machine while I dream about a juicy burger and thick home fries. It sure would be nice to have someone cook for me. I don’t seem to get along with stoves. Years ago, I tried being married. That worked for about 30 seconds. My wife wanted me to work shorter hours. I wanted her to talk less, or maybe never.
Friends tell me I should make an effort to date, but I’m more comfortable at a gruesome homicide scene than making small talk at dinner with a woman or a man. Yeah, I like both. I stopped going out with men when I entered the academy. I just couldn’t deal with the shit the guys would give me. Now, I don’t advertise what I like, but I pick up a guy now and then. I’m discreet, but if somebody finds out, I’ll deal.
One-night stands I can handle, but relationships are beyond me. People think police work is draining, but I’d rather spend all day in the field and all night at my desk filling out fucking paperwork — and often I do — than try to decode relationship signals. I inevitably screw things up and never understand why. Sex I need. Romance I don’t.
My phone rings. I pull it out of my pocket hoping the call will save me from the mountain of paperwork on my desk. It’s Drew Danvers, detective and vampire. That’s right, a vampire who works for the good guys. We’ve got a werewolf in homicide too. And he’s a damn fine cop.
I remember when the shifters came out of the closet, scaring the hell out of us humans. One by one other monsters made themselves known. Most people assumed they were all assholes who wanted to eat us, but I quickly learned not to judge a man because he sucked blood or turned into a wolf. I judge men based on how they treat others.
I answer the call. “What’s up, Detective?”
“Two dead werewolves found in a closet at Shift. Hacked up pretty bad. The scene’s a circus. Jenkins called in sick. I’m on my own, and –”
“I’ll be there in ten.”
“Thanks, sir.”
“No problem. Murder scene or paperwork, which would you choose?”
He laughs, and I hang up.
Ten minutes later, almost to the second, I pull into the parking lot of Shift, a shifter club in the river district. The area was up and coming several years ago, before the economy went to hell. Now crime is on the rise, and if things don’t turn around, it’ll soon revert to the shithole it used to be.
I step inside the club. A crime lab team is there and several uniformed officers are talking with employees. I spot Drew in the entryway of an office. He’s frowning as he questions a tall hairy hunk of a man. I’ve seen this man around the area several times, and just like every other time, he makes my cock sit up and take notice. The first time we met, I was out on another call and a riot broke out when a werewolf with too much attitude got kicked out of Shift. I helped break up the fight and ended up pulling a guy off Brandon.
Our most recent encounter was a week ago. When I want to grab a beer and be left the fuck alone, I go to Mitch’s, a dive just down the street from Shift. Last time I spent the evening there, he sat next to me at the bar and came on strong. I was in a shitty mood. I wanted him, and it pissed me off. He’s not my type. He’s young, hip, and outrageously flirtatious. I walked away, but I regretted it later that night when I couldn’t stop fantasizing about him.
The man looks my way and catches me staring. His grin says he knows the direction my thoughts are going. Fucking bastard winks at me. Drew scowls.
I grab one of the uniformed officers as he finishes with an employee and question him about the scene. When I learn all I can without talking to Drew, I head toward him and the shockingly gorgeous man. I now know his name is Brandon Lord. He’s the owner of Shift, and as I suspected, he’s a bear shifter. Before I reach them, I see trouble headed down the hallway.
Drew’s lover, Jason, reaches them before I do. As I feared, Brandon gives Jason the same lascivious grin he gave me at Mitch’s. Budget cuts had hit our department hard. We’d let officers go, and we were pathetically understaffed. Drew has worked every night from dusk ’til dawn, and he’s slept at the office more days than not for the last few weeks. He’s poised to snap with only slight provocation, and nothing is slight where Jason is concerned.
But Brandon is oblivious to Drew’s mounting anger. He looks Jason up and down. “Mmmm. Venison. I could go for some of that.”
Jason grins. “Sorry, I’m ta –”
He never finishes the sentence. Drew slams Brandon into the wall and wraps his hand around the bear’s throat. Brandon’s eyes widen as he struggles. Bears are damn strong, but he’s still no match for a vampire. Drew’s eyes go dark and cold, his scary vampire look. His fangs shoot out. This could get ugly fast.
Jason tugs on Drew’s arm, and I push between Drew and Brandon “Danvers, he’s just flirting. It’s not worth a suspension or worse.”
Drew fights me and Jason for a moment but ultimately he backs away. Jason wraps his arms around Drew, pinning his lover’s arms to his side, and whispers in his ear.
With Drew under control, all my awareness goes to the fact that Brandon is pressed against my back. I want him as much now as I did last week. I need to step away before he realizes how affected I am, but I have to make sure he and Drew aren’t going to go at it again.
Jason still has his arms around Drew, and he’s nuzzling the vampire’s neck. If he keeps that up we’re all going to see more than we want to, but at least Drew’s no longer showing fang.
I step away from Brandon and turn to face him. He grins down at me, that same cocky-as-fuck little smile he’d given me earlier, making me even more aware of how close we are and how big he is. At 6’2”, I’m hardly small, but he’s got several inches on me. And while I’ve got a rather thick pelt, the fur visible above the vee of his t-shirt is astounding.
I take a step back. “Are we going to have any more trouble?”
He shrugs. “How the hell was I supposed to know the stag was his boyfriend? I see a hot guy, I flirt. No harm intended.”
“This is a murder investigation, not a party. Answer our questions and quit playing around unless you’d rather we take you down to the precinct.”
He smiles mischievously. “You gonna cuff me if you take me in?”
“Impeding a murder investigation will get you thrown in jail.”
He rolls his eyes. “I found two dead guys in my closet when I came to work tonight. My business is shut down, and I’ll be losing money every minute that you’re here. But at least I have a sense of humor.”
“Well, I don’t.”
He shakes his head. “Are you taken too?”
I take another step back. “You’re making a lot of assumptions.”
I look over at Drew and realize he and Jason are grinning like loons. Fuck. All I need is the two of them ragging me.
I glare at Drew. “Detective, do you think you can question this man without killing him?”
Drew smiles, giving Brandon his dangerous vampire look. “Probably.”
“Fine. Fleetfoot, head back to the lab. Take my car. I’ll get a ride with Danvers.” I throw him my keys, and he snatches them out of the air as he gives Drew’s hand a final squeeze. Jason is better in the lab than any tech we have. We only send him into the field when we’re desperately short-handed. I run a hand through my hair, wishing I knew how I’m going to hold the homicide division together if we don’t get more funds.
Brandon holds out his hand. “I’m Brandon Lord. I own Shift.”
“Lieutenant Morrison.” I shake his hand. His skin is surprisingly smooth, his grip tight and warm. I want to feel those big hands running over me. I want to rub his furry body with my own. Fuck! I should assign someone else to this case right now and get the hell away from him. But some crazy restlessness he’s dredged up in me makes me fight my instincts.
“Nice to meet you, Lieutenant.” His voice is low and rich. And his grin lets me know he’s well aware of my body’s reaction to him.
I need to get away. His smell alone is making me hard. “I’m not here to play games. Drop the act and treat this case seriously, or I’ll find an excuse to throw your ass in jail.”
He grins. Fuck, he knows he’s got me rattled. “I’d never kill anyone, Lieutenant. I’m just a cuddly teddy bear.”
The bear shifter and the bear. Ridiculous. I need to leave now. This man is no cuddly toy. I don’t think he’s our murderer, but he’s far smarter than he wants me to believe and likely far more dangerous. “I know what cuddling leads to.”
Brandon laughs, a deep, infectious sound. I can’t help but respond. Now I want him more than ever. Taking this case is a supremely stupid idea, staying on it now is unprofessional. But I won’t walk away.

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Promotion
by Silvia Violet

Razor’s Edge Press

eBook ISBN: 978-1-60521-912-7

Luke Jackson has been hot for his boss since the day he started work. When he’s offered the chance to win a promotion, he has no idea what his boss expects in return until he finds himself on his knees in his boss’s office. For Luke, his promotion doesn’t just come with better pay but also the fulfillment of all his submissive desires.

Note: This title has no chapter breaks. Please enjoy the first page.
Page One

My heart pounds as I walk down the hall to my boss’s office. I have to get myself together. Yes, the man is fucking hot, but I have to learn not to be tongue tied in front of him, or I’ll never get the promotion he’s been dangling in front of my face.
A few days ago I was called to an executive level meeting out of the blue. My boss told me he’d chosen me to handle our newest accounts and that if I gave him everything he wanted, I’d be promoted to VP. I was speechless, as I usually am around him — speechless and horny as hell.
He’s the most perfectly put together man I’ve ever seen, but his presence is what really does me in. He fills the whole room, dominates everyone, gets whatever he wants with no more than a look. He’s ruthless power personified, and I want him. I want him to take me, use me, and do unspeakable things to me. But every time I see him, I start dropping things and goggling like a fish.
When I reach his outer office, his assistant buzzes me in. His back is to me as he types on his laptop. Rather than say anything, I simply take him in, his perfect posture, his smooth, long-fingered hands that I know would feel so good running over my body…
So much for my plan of keeping my thoughts professional. Now I need to use the file folder I’m carrying to cover the hard-on tenting my suit pants.
He curses and pushes away from his desk. When he glances up, something my twisted mind wants to believe is erotic interest flashes in his eyes. His lips curl up in a self-satisfied smile. Does he know I want him? I fight the urge to fall into his nearly black gaze. His eyes are so hypnotizing, I almost think he holds some supernatural power over me.
Several heart pounding seconds pass in silence. Then I find my voice. “What can I help you with, sir?”

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Reef’s Guardian by Silvia Violet

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Reef’s Guardian
Wet (Multi-Author Series)
by Silvia Violet

Changeling Press

eBook ISBN: 978-1-60521-637-9

Setiwan Maramis is one of the legendary shape shifting guardians of the reef. He’s been watching Brett since the scientist first came to the station, and he wants Brett as both an ally and a lover. He is forbidden to reveal himself to humans, but when an enemy puts Brett’s life in danger, Setiwan follows his heart rather than the dictates of his people.

Chapter One

“We can’t destroy the station.” Setiwan paced the length of his father’s office. Being on land too long always made him restless. He needed to get back in the water that afternoon even if only for a swim.
His father shook his head. “If the station falls into the Stanley Corp’s hands, we’ll have no choice.”
Seti fought the urge to yell. Why wouldn’t anyone listen to him? “If we fund a research team, the university won’t sell it.”
“Possibly. They may simply want to be rid of the burden.”
Seti sank heavily into one of the upholstered chairs in front of his father’s desk. He glanced out the window but from this angle a matrix of tall buildings blocked his view of the beach and the ocean beyond. “There are still enough humans who care about the environment to raise an uproar. The academics don’t need more bad press. Not if they can get the money elsewhere, at least that’s what Dr. Leland thinks.”
His father arched a brow. “You seem quite enamored of Dr. Leland.”
Heat crept into Setiwan’s face. He didn’t want to discuss his interest in the researcher with his father. “He’s an excellent scientist, and he’s passionate about reef conservation. He would help us protect the reef.”
His father frowned. “He’s human.”
“So are most of the people who work for you.”
“They’re in our land-based offices, not on the reef. If we let the humans work with us underwater, they are certain to learn our secrets and that –”
“Is forbidden by Guardian law.” Setiwan just managed to keep from rolling his eyes. “I know. You’ve been quoting these laws to me since I was a toddler. When those laws were made, the current levels of pollution and climate change were unimaginable.”
Setiwan’s father sighed. “True, but I can’t make a unilateral decision to change our protocols.”
Setiwan squeezed his hands into fists. Why was his father so damn reluctant to take charge? “Who can change the policy if not you? You’re one of the most respected and powerful Guardians. You’re in a position to fund research which could help the reef and even transform other reefs whose Guardians have renounced their duties.”
“I will not simply ignore the laws that have guided our people for centuries.”
But he could if he wanted to. Few Guardians had even half his power or his business sense. He’d started ExploreSafe and made it into an internationally respected company providing environmentally friendly equipment for diving and marine research. His father still worked out of the original office in Indonesia, but they now had offices in Australia, Japan, and the US. His father wanted the Guardians to have resources and contacts in the human world. Why wouldn’t he use those now?
His father tapped a pen against his desk. Setiwan looked up, his attention back on the man in front of him. His father spoke again. “Imagine what would happen if knowledge of our abilities got out.”
Setiwan frowned. That would be disastrous. He could see the headlines now, ExploreSafe CEO Practices Witchcraft, Businessman Claims He Can Change Form. And yet, what choice did they have if they were going to save their reef? “We have no way of knowing how much worse the situation will get. We may reach a point where we no longer have the power to keep our reef healthy. My energy is drained daily simply from counteracting the effects of pollutants and overly warm waters.”
His father tapped the end of a pen on his desk, a rare show of agitation. “What exactly are you asking me to do?”
“I want you to give the university enough funding to keep the station running and let their researchers work hand in hand with us to protect our reef and others in the region.”
His father frowned. “I can’t promise you that, not without more evidence that these researchers are trustworthy.”
Setiwan barely kept himself from grinning. His father hadn’t said no. He was actually considering his idea. What his father didn’t know was that Seti had extensive knowledge about Brett Leland’s research as well as the work of other research teams who’d spent time on the station.
Every time a new group of scientists arrived, Seti waited until they were all asleep and entered the station through the moon pool. He checked on the animals they’d taken from the reef and read through their records to ascertain their research goals. If their test subjects weren’t being properly cared for or their motives weren’t pure, he made sure little things went wrong, nothing to harm the humans but enough to hassle them and make them less likely to want to return.
The last time Brett Leland had come below, Setiwan took his explorations further. He’d crept into the station’s bunk room and watched Brett sleep. He couldn’t explain why the man called to him, but he hadn’t been able to stop himself from leaning down and brushing the man’s lips with his own. Brett had groaned, a low soft sound that had Seti stroking his cock and wishing he dared take his explorations further.
“I’ll go on board and talk to them.” Setiwan’s heart pounded. No other Guardian would dare make such a statement to his father. Hiding from humans while underwater was the number one Guardian law.
His father didn’t yell or pound his desk as Setiwan had expected, but the tic by his left eye betrayed his annoyance. “Not while they are below the surface.”
Setiwan pushed harder. “I can’t learn about them if I’m not allowed near them.”
“You will wait until they surface.” His father’s voice was stern but still controlled.
“The station will be sold by then.”
His father narrowed his eyes. Seti felt as if his father could see right into his thoughts. “You will not reveal yourself to Dr. Leland, no matter how certain you are of him.”
Setiwan respected his father. And while he spoke his mind when others wouldn’t, Seti rarely went against direct orders. But he wouldn’t let the station be destroyed nor could he imagine watching Brett Leland night and day for the next two weeks without talking to him or touching him. Seti stood and walked to the window, angling himself so he could see the ocean. There had to be a way to convince his father.
“Setiwan, I have a meeting in ten minutes.” The coolness in his father’s voice let Seti know his patience was nearing its end.
He needed to convince his father today, or he might be too late to save the station. As he watched a boat out on the water, an idea formed. It was crazy and yet, it would give him a way to explain his extensive knowledge of Leland’s research and a chance to be closer to the scientist who’d become an obsession. He turned back toward his father. “Dr. Leland and his students bring animals on board to study. I’ll let myself be trapped. Then I’ll study them from inside the station.”
His father shook his head. “I don’t think–.”
“We need human allies. You know we do.”
His father rubbed his forehead and pinched the bridge of his nose as if staving off a headache. “I’m willing to consider that possibility. But you’re not to let anyone see you in your human form. If after further investigation, you still believe that Dr. Leland can be trusted, I will arrange to meet him through my university contacts.”
Seti wanted to push for more, but for once he quit while he was ahead. “Thanks, Dad.”
He’d made progress, more than he’d expected. If his father could sanction Seti’s presence on the station even in animal form, he might change his mind about hiring Brett once he understood the man’s scientific genius.
* * *
Brett watched the fish swim by the large observation window, mesmerized by their beauty. Within moments, he’d spotted parrotfish, spotted rays and butterflyfish swirling through turquoise brain coral, pink fan coral, and an incredible rainbow of other structures all created by tiny invertebrates. Two weeks. That was all he had left at the underwater research station that felt like a second home.
For the last five years, he’d spent half the year in Indonesia working at the marine research center funded by his university back in Los Angeles. He oversaw the research that took place at the underwater station and went on several lengthy underwater expeditions each year. But that was about to end. Marina, the underwater station, was on the market.
Fucking assholes at the university. They didn’t give a damn about research or about the fact that this was one of only a handful of healthy coral reefs left in the world. All they cared about was money.
His department head hadn’t had the balls to tell him they were considering selling Marina and shutting down his program when Brett was topside. They’d waited until he’d begun his mission, knowing he had limited communications and wouldn’t want to surface to confront them.
He’d known funding was drying up, but he thought he had a few months to find a solution. To make matters worse, the department was considering a bid from Stanley Corp, a conglomerate that had been cited time and again for creating environmental hazards. Stanley wanted to use the station as a base for collecting samples to use in experimental beauty products. Not medicine or research to help save the marine environment. Fucking shampoo and eyeliner.
He rubbed his eyes and glanced at a poster showing the history of underwater research. At the top was a picture of Jacques Cousteau’s first underwater station, Conshelf. Near the bottom was Aquarius, the station that Marina was based on. It had only recently been decommissioned. The thought of all the work that had gone into Marina being lost to corporate greed made Brett’s stomach knot.
He kept hoping some brilliant plan to save the station would pop into his head, but so far he hadn’t come up with anything. The best thing he could do for now was continue with the studies he’d planned while searching for a way to keep Marina out of Stanley Corp’s hands.
If only he could figure out why this reef had remained healthy when other reefs in the same region had suffered from higher water temperatures and pollution. But researchers from many different institutions had been coming to the station for five years studying the coral itself as well as many of the species that lived in and around the reef. No one had been able to pinpoint what made this reef impervious to the forces that had destroyed almost all similar structures.
As he watched the parade of species through the window, a male broadclub cuttlefish swam into view. The creature watched him, hovering in front of the window. Brett found himself unable to look away. The creature’s skin shimmered and changed in a dizzying display of colors and patterns, and he seemed to be watching Brett, studying him.
“You ready?” Sophia, his most promising grad student, was standing in the doorway of the observation room, suited up to head out with him and collect a variety of species to study.
Brett forced himself to smile. “Sorry. I lost track of time. I need a few minutes to double check my gear.”
“No problem.” Sophia beamed at him. She was so eager about their research. It was going to devastate her when he broke the news about the station.
A few minutes later, they were in the water. After they’d trapped several fish, Brett led the way to a section of the reef where cuttlefish often swam in search of the crabs they liked to feed on. They found and captured two of the creatures more rapidly than he’d expected. But a third continued to lead them around the edge of the reef. Brett was certain it was the same one that he’d watched from the window. They could have found a more docile one that was easier to trap, but he found himself drawn to this one. After years of working with cuttlefish, he’d been amazed to learn how distinct their personalities were, and this male was spunky and creative.
He motioned for Sophia to hang back as he made a slow approach. The cuttlefish stopped swimming away and turned to face him, colors strobing across his body in the technique his species used to mesmerize prey before moving in. Brett shivered. Strangely, the creature seemed to be sizing him up. He knew he wasn’t in real danger, but he would swear the cephalopod was marking him as prey. Even crazier, the little guy seemed to be laughing at him. What is with you?
Take me in and you’ll find out.
Brett’s heart stuttered. There was no way this creature had just spoken to him. He must be losing his mind. Maybe the news about the research station had put him over the edge. The fish stopped his display and floated docilely in the water as if deciding to let Brett catch him. Brett slipped him into the sample box, eager to learn more about what this creature could do. He turned to Sophia, signaling that they should head back to Marina.

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Sex on the Hoof by Silvia Violet

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Sex on the Hoof
Protect and Serve (Multi-Author Series)
by Silvia Violet

Changeling Press

eBook ISBN: 978-1-60521-644-7

Deer shifter Jason Fleetfoot has turned his life around. After years of taking chances, he’s got a job as a crime lab technician, and he’s determined to forgo the risky behavior of his past.

Then he meets Drew Danvers, the only undead detective in the city. Jason hates vampires, or does he? Drew defies all the stereotypes of his kind and something about him has taken hold of Jason and won’t let go.

Will Jason take a chance on a man others would label a risk to his health if not his very life?

Chapter One

01 Jason’s Blog
I’m Jason Fleetfoot. I’ve made a lot of stupid mistakes in my life. The stupidest of all was taking a job with some assholes intent on manufacturing illegal chemical weapons.
My sister, Natalie, lost her job when her company folded, and I lost mine because my fucking boss was a bastard. I’ve got authority issues. And control issues. All right, I’m seriously fucked up, but I wasn’t going to let my sister starve because I couldn’t keep it together.
So I made a deal with the devil and damn near got myself and Natalie killed. She saved me. She and her cop boyfriend, Wolf. The name’s not a joke. He’s a werewolf. Did I mention we’re shifters, Natalie and I? Deer shifters. If you think my human form is impressive, you should see me as a ten-point buck. So yeah, a werewolf and a deer shifter. Somehow they’re making it work.
As much as I hate being beholden to Wolf, I wouldn’t be where I am now if it wasn’t for him. Once the cops cleared me, Wolf helped me get a job in the crime lab where I can use my knowledge of chemistry and computers for the good guys.
As the newest hire, I work nights, babysitting the equipment and working on what comes in during the wee hours. For the most part, I like it. It’s quiet and I get a chance to play around with new techniques and do a bit of programming. There’s only one problem, Detective Drew Danvers.
He works nights too. Not because he’s new, because he’s a God-damned vampire. They say he was Changed against his will. But what the hell was he doing picking up a vampire at a bar? I certainly have no intention of fucking a vampire. No matter how damn fuckable Drew is. Yeah, I like men, what of it? And Drew is a fine specimen of a man, like some Viking warrior. He’s at least 6’ 3” with sculpted arms and pecs that make him look like he could lift a truck one-handed. Considering he’s a vamp, he probably can.
Getting involved with Drew would be stupid on too many levels to count. And I’m finished with making stupid decisions. So why does my body want so desperately to be impaled on him — his cock, his fangs, anything he’d like to stick in me. Natalie’s right, my dick really doesn’t communicate with my brain. I don’t just want to fuck him, I want to be taken by him, and I never want that. Like I said, I have control issues. But with Drew… No, there’s never going to be anything with Drew.
I hear the buzz that signals someone entering the lab. I glance around from behind the mass spec machine. Shit! Speak of the devil or in this case his undead minion.
My pride will not let me hide even though I want to. I’m not afraid of him, even if I should be. I’m just afraid my unruly cock will give away my interest.
His gaze slides up and down my body. He’s looked at me like this before. But I have never been sure whether it’s sexual interest or him salivating over me like I’m a piece of the lush chocolate cake my grandma used to make on Sundays. “You alone in here, Fleetfoot?”
Shit, maybe he does mean to make a meal out of me. No point in lying though. He probably already knows the answer. Aren’t vampires supposed to be damn near omnipotent? “Newton called in sick, and everyone else is out in the field.”
“Good.” Danvers smiles, still eyeing me like I’m prey. If I were in deer form I’d bolt, white tail flagging danger. But I’m a man and his ice blue gaze has me glued to the spot. God above, he’s gorgeous when he smiles. My cock is starting to get uncomfortable in my jeans.
My heart pounds as I try to interpret his response. Does he mean “Good, I’m going to give you to the best fuck of your life,” or “Good I’m going to drain your blood and leave you for dead?”
“I need you to analyze these samples by the end of your shift, but I’d like you to keep it between the two of us.”
I take the evidence bags and examine the contents; dirt, a few fibers, a nearly microscopic paint chip. “What am I looking for?”
“I took these from a car. I’m trying to tie the driver to a location outside the city. Send the results only to me and leave no record.”
His assumption that I would do his bidding pissed me off. “Why?”
He smiles again. This time he lets his fangs show. “Because no one else needs to know about this particular investigation. I’ve decided to trust you. You want to be worthy of my trust.”
Despite his being one of the undead, I’d heard he was a damn good detective. But what was he up to? Why the secrecy? “Are you threatening me?”
He smirks. “Would you like me to be?”
What the fuck kind of question is that? And why am I biting my lip to keep from saying yes? I glance down, gaze pulled by the beauty of his body, and notice his massive erection. Talk about a threat.
I’m saved from answering him by an earsplitting alarm indicating that the building is going into lockdown. The lab doors slide closed, leaving us theoretically protected behind their bulletproof glass.
A voice shouts over the intercom. “All personnel. We are in lock down. A lust demon is loose on the premises. Use all necessary force to bring him down. You will have no more than ten seconds before his power overtakes you.”
Drew unholsters his weapon and gestures for me to move against the wall. “He’s after me.”
I frown. “How do you know?”
“He attacked me, and I brought him in.”
I barely register the demon as it hits the doors at a run. Glass explodes, showering the entry to the lab.
Drew gets off two shots as the demon charges him, but the monster doesn’t even slow down.
The demon’s power hits me. Lust demons incapacitate by making you so horny you can’t think. That’s what I’ve always been told, but it doesn’t even do their power justice. I fall to my knees, not caring as glass shards rip through my jeans and stab into my flesh. I tear at the buttons of my lab coat, finally giving up and ripping it open. I fumble with the fastening of my jeans, groaning as I yank the zipper down. My hand goes straight to my cock. I don’t give a damn who’s watching or what’s happening. I need to come right here, right now. I watch Drew fight the demon as I jack myself, but I might as well be watching a movie on a faraway screen half obscured by fog.
Drew snarls, baring his fangs and looking exactly like the predator he is. The sight should scare the hell out of me, but with the demon’s lust riding me I’m turned on as hell. I gasp and nearly kick over into orgasm. Drew charges the demon, pushing his back against the wall and sinking his fangs into the monster’s neck, ripping away his flesh.
The demon screams. Drew grabs his head as he writhes in pain. The crack of the demon’s neck breaking should nauseate me, but I’m too busy watching the flex of Drew’s ass. I work myself faster and faster. I’m almost there. I’m covered in sweat. My heart’s pounding like it’s going to burst. My dick is so hard it hurts.
The demon disintegrates, and Drew turns to face me just as my orgasm roars up through me. Drew’s eyes glow like silver-blue fire. He makes a sound between a growl and a whine. His mouth hangs open. The look of pure lust on his face wrings spasm after spasm from my body, as though he can extend my orgasm with the power of his eyes.
“Don’t move,” he says.
His words freeze me in place, on the floor of my lab with my hand wrapped against my slowly softening cock.

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