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Majestic

MAJESTIC

Midnight Crest series

by Kay Maree

Genre: Paranormal Romance

A man trapped in darkness.

A woman unable to escape the heartbreak of her past.

And, the magical powers of a Majestic waterfall which brings these two together.

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I live in Newcastle, on the New South Wales coast of Australia with my husband and three beautiful children.

Between being a taxi for my children, and working full-time, I somehow find the time to write. It’s something I love with a passion and with the encouragement of my very supportive husband, I have accomplished one of my dreams – releasing my first novel.

I hope you fall in love with my characters as much as I have.

I love reading and getting lost in a good book when I manage to snatch five minutes to myself.

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Fight or Flight – Cover Reveal

Title: Fight or Flight
Author: Emily Cyr
Genre: Adult Paranormal
Blurb:
Addison Fitzpatrick is at a turning point in her life. The demons she thought she’d defeated are back and stronger than ever. Her past issues with drugs threaten to overwhelm her. And that isn’t even the worst of her problems.
Addison was forced to kill the only family she had left and moments afterward was rejected by a man she cared about. Now, she’s called in to not only repay yet another favor for Cannon Blackwood, but for Evie the witch, and just about every one of her friends. These favors come at a cost; they force her to confront and employ the help of the one person she’d rather not see, Lachlan O’Brian.
Cannon requires Addison to retrieve something of his from Merriam, a powerful master vampire. Easier said than done. Addison might be a pusher with super-human abilities, but that won’t be enough. She will have to risk everything, all while battling herself, an ancient evil, a stalker, and two brothers who are feuding for her affections. No one ever said repaying favors to a vampire would be easy and Addison’s life is living proof.
Emily Cyr is a stay-at-home mom turned writer. She holds a degree in middle grades education with certification in English and social science. She has always had a love of all things paranormal and fantasy, but it wasn’t until Emily’s husband said the words, “Why not?” that she considered putting her thoughts and ideas into the book, The Lightning Prophecy. This trilogy was just the start for Emily. It seemed to open a creative door that had been locked.
Emily has always been an avid reader. Through reading came her love of writing. The more she read, the more she knew she wanted to create her own world. Many of her first works were fan fiction.
Emily and her family currently reside in Cibolo, Texas. She has an incredibly supportive husband who is also an officer in the United States Air Force. They have three sons, ages 6, 4, and 1. Somehow, even with the demands of being a parent to two little boys, she finds time to escape to her fantasies and write them down.
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Working on Wicked

Title: Working on Wicked
Author: Lilly Cain
Genre: Sexy Paranormal
Cover Designer: Darlene Dixon
Blurb:
Sarah Pickman had never been a particularly good witch. But she’d never been this terrible. With her luck on a downswing, and her lovelife non-existent, she decides to use the power of Halloween to grant her a night of pleasure in a fantasy lover’s arms—just the pick-me-up she needs. Too bad she never did learn to mix potions the way her granny had.
Moving from New York to the small town feel of Salem had had its ups and downs but Barrett McAllister never expected to be greeted on the night of his move to his new home by a naked and willing witch. Not one to say no to the spirit of Halloween, Adam gives his sensual neighbor a night filled with treats she’ll never forget. But when her potion wears off and she realizes he’s really flesh and blood, it’s up to him to convince her that magic sometimes works in mysterious ways.
Warning: Delicious magic and a yummy man – what a mix! You can expect sparks to fly!
Bonus! An all new short story, Calling Syn by Lilly Cain
Every job has its risks—but not many run the hazard where failure means being devoured body and soul. It’s Julien Black’s job to raise demons—he gets paid to summon them to meet with his underground employers. It’s not up to him what happens next, it’s not his deal.
But Julien’s never raised a succubus and he has no idea of the power the wily females have at hand. When the demon he’s called names herself as Syn, Priestess of the Temple of Lust, Julien knows he’s in trouble. He’s been sabotaged and Syn is about to escape. Julien must find a way to soothe her desires and save his soul, but staying in control isn’t easy when you’re with a succubus named Syn.
Lilly Cain is a wild woman with a deep, throaty laugh  and plunging necklines. She is a great lover of all things sensual—perfume, chocolate, silk! She never has to worry about finding a date or keeping a man in line. She keeps her blond hair long and curly, wears beautiful clothes and loves loud music. Lilly lives her private life in the pages of her books.
All of the above is a bit of silliness. 🙂 Lilly lives in Atlantic Canada, although she spent eight years in Bermuda, enjoying the heat and the pink sands. She returned to her homeland so she could see the changing of the seasons once again. When not writing she paints, swills coffee and vodka (but not together) and fights her writing pals for chocolate (true story).
When not living up to her pen name, Lilly is a single mom who loves reading and writing, dabbling in art and loving and caring for her two daughters. She loves romance and the freedom erotic fantasy provides her imagination. She loves the chilling moments in her novels as much as the steaming hot interludes. Her stories are an escape and a release, and she hopes that they can give you that power, too.

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Sarah Pickman cackled wildly and stirred her evil brew. Smoke curled from her bubbling cauldron and she tipped back her black pointed cap and waved her fingers over the potion so she could breathe in the fumes. Perfect. She flipped her purple cape over her shoulder and reached deep into the pot to retrieve a glowing, grinning skull.
A little girl screamed, then giggled. Sarah let out another evil laugh. Her audience had grown over the past five minutes, so it was time for her special magical effect. She waved her hand toward the mass of pumpkins on the right side of her door—heavily decorated with wild spider webs, glowing eyes and a very real, very large, black cat. With a flick of her fingers the candles ignited inside the pumpkins and as one the crowd gasped in amazement.
It was one of her best tricks, and one of the few real magic spells that ever worked for her consistently.
Sarah popped the top of the skull open and started to distribute the candy inside to the waiting kids. She always had a crowd on Halloween—who didn’t want to visit a real witch in Salem on All Hallows’ Eve? Not that anyone knew she was a real witch, and of those who did, her talents mostly served to disappoint.
Descended from a long line of Salem witches, Sarah should have been loaded with power. She should have been able to make things happen with a snap of her fingers, rather than the long drawn out spellcasting she faced when she did try to do magic. Only her ability to light fire kept her from being thrown out of the local coven. With her family history she should have been a leader. Instead, she avoided real magic because her spells often had disastrous results. So she played witch on Halloween to hundreds of children. At least she had that to look forward to; children were always overloaded with psychic energy and it gave her a little boost every year to make them giggle.
Now her older sister, Bella, she had power to spare. The witch. Power to spare and not a care in the world as to how she should use it. Bella didn’t care about the local circle; she’d escaped from Salem as soon as possible and caused as much trouble as she could in the process. Zapping from man to man and party to party were all she seemed to care about.
Sarah handed the last little boy a handful of chocolates. It was getting late and she’d probably treated nearly two hundred kids. The boy’s father gave her a careful smile and a thank you for the treat. He was cute, but a wedding ring glinted on his finger and he turned away quickly. Ah, the side effects of the witchiest surname in Salem.
She set the skull back in its position in the cauldron, on a wire rack suspended over a cinnamon scented potion she’d realized long ago did nothing but smoke and smell nice. The kids and their parents were retreating, and from the look of the rising moon, they’d be the last ones she’d see tonight. She bit her lip. Halloween and she was alone again.
Wherever her sister was, you could bet she wasn’t alone. No, she’d have a hottie on a leash and be making the most of the extra zip All Hallows’ Eve presented to natural born witches. But here Sarah was, no date in four months, six days—not that anyone was counting—and no further ahead in her magical studies. No matter how hard she worked lately, nothing seemed to be going right.
Sarah walked over to Mitska, her black cat. Well, almost black. He had a white tip on his tail, much to his disgust. They were a pair, for sure.
“Well, Mitska, what are we going to do tonight, hmm? Watch a little TV?” She pulled off her hat and fluffed her long honey brown hair. It was warm tonight, almost as though a summer wind still blew in through the trees from Palmer Cove. Of course it should be too cold for that, but the weather had been unpredictable lately and a late Indian summer made for a beautiful autumn. The water was only about an acre behind her home. That was one of the main reasons she’d chosen this quiet subdivision. The peace, the woods, the water.
“Meow.” Mitska commented and turned his back on her. Right. Well, maybe TV was boring. She felt energized for the first time in weeks—the Halloween spirit flooded her. Maybe it was time to try a little magic.
She glanced up at the moon again and then down the street. No one was about, the last of the kids really had gone. She walked to the end of her drive and shut the gate so any stragglers would know she was done. Her house sat at the end of a cul-de-sac, the street dead-ended and she only had one neighbor close enough to be called that and mean it, and that house had been empty for months. She looked over at the Cape Cod house to her left that mimicked her own home in size and style, and was surprised to see a light in the window.
“About time someone moved in. Maybe they’ll have a kitty friend for you to play with.” She stroked the tomcat. “And maybe I need to get going before I really go crazy. I’m already talking to you all the time.”
A few steps took her to the doorway. She opened the door and smiled as she stepped inside. The one right thing in her life was this house. Hers for five years now, it glowed with positive energy. She pulled her cape off and dropped it and the hat on the bench near the door before unzipping her witch’s gown and letting it drop to the floor. She stepped out of the puddle of black and purple material and walked to the stillroom, not bothering to strip out of the corset,  striped stockings and thick heels that made up the rest of her costume.

Stolen

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Blurb:

He stole her off the streets in broad daylight—the first Omega discovered in Bernard Dome in generations. He took her with violence while none intervened. He broke her, swearing he’d put her back together.

Brenya Perin was ordered to submit.

Bernard Dome is the jewel of Europe, a bastion of art and culture, pleasure and decadence. But life in the city depends on the occupation chosen for you at birth. There is no subversion, no question of who rules. There is no freedom.

Peace has a price, a price the Commodore of Bernard Dome is willing to pay… so long as the Omega remains his.

***

Shepherd’s influence is on the rise. His machinations are subtle, his hands full tending to his recovering mate. Her safety is his priority, and something he’s willing to risk war to assure. Bernard Dome has what he wants, and they will all be damned if they deny him.

Publisher’s Note: The Alpha’s Control series, is a dark Omegaverse tale with explicit sexual themes and complete power exchange. If such material offends you, please do not purchase.

 

Excerpt:

 

Bit by bit, her body conformed to the Alpha’s unspoken will. Her lips would sigh while her brain would scream.

He’d take a nipple to be suckled, her spine would arch… the small Beta voice inside her powerless to make her listen.

Someone else inhabited her body when Jacques played his games.

She was possessed.

And that was why she’d cried over breakfast. That was why she’d flown into violence when he thought to take her away from herself again.

Because he had a new weapon. A thing he’d slipped inside her and called her prize.

What did he call it? The name had sounded scientific, important, nothing like what it should have been called. He’d called it a pliarator. She knew better. It was a mind obliterator.

It slipped in easily enough the day before, so smoothly she wasn’t sure what had replaced his fingers, and then it had latched on. Discomfort grew in the form of a muscular ache, distracting, embarrassing, and enticing, Jacques manipulating how the thing sat in her pelvis while she tried to sit up and see what he’d done.

There had been no warning before the buzzing clicked and a soft nodule landed on her clitoris. The vibration had set her to yelp, urged her to press her legs closed against it, and encouraged a pool of slick to gather under her body.

He’d allowed her rebellion because it had made no difference. Even with her legs together, even rolled over on her belly as if she might squirm away, it could not be unseated. Deep inside her body it changed shape again. It stretched her, Brenya keening in pain.

Except, she wasn’t sure if it had been pain at all.

A warm hand on her back, the other still fixed to the device inside the squirming Omega, Jacques smiled. “When an Alpha male chooses to mount an untried Beta female there is a certain protocol that must take place before he can possess her. Had you been optioned for the breeding banks, you would have undergone this practice years ago—just as Annette delighted in these moments with Ancil. Sharing this with you was her idea, and seeing you this way, I can see it was an excellent one. Relax and enjoy.”

Mouth agape, sucking in deep pants of air, Brenya stared forward at the distant wall and saw nothing. She could do nothing. Was reduced to nothing.

All by a single pulsating machine.

A machine designed for one purpose: to prepare a Beta female’s sex organs to accept the far larger, far more powerful Alpha cock.

The way it squirmed and milked the slick from her tunnel curled her toes. The horrid thing had a life of its own, though she might claw the sheets and fight against its intrusion.

Jacques may have pumped it in and out of her, he may have forced it deeper into her cunt when she tried to push it out, but the robot sensed her struggles and redoubled its attack.

The first orgasm had hurt; the machine had torn the pleasure right out of each nerve.

Immediately it altered its shape, sprang into action when her passage clenched as if to grasp an Alpha knot. Shape bloating, manipulating nerves with shocks, with rotary aggression, it had expanded near the base… and made her groan until drool hung from her lips.

An ocean of slick poured like a river, Jacques no longer pinning her down, but petting and watching where her ass had raised up from the bed and her stuffed cunt was on display as if begging for more.

He adjusted the settings. She convulsed, insides wrenching around the mechanical intrusion as it started its expansion process over again.

Rolling her to her back, he drew her knees to her ears, put his weight on her, and moved his body as if it was his member inside her doing the damage and not some cold machine.

He’d dared to kiss her, to comment on her lust-drugged, blown pupils.

The male had called her beautiful as she lay stupefied and twitching.

When she tried to say his name, tried to beg him to stop, he’d smiled, his head slowly descending between her grotesquely spread thighs. Jacques had lapped at the slick seeping out around the machine as if her sex was the sweetest cream.

“I’ve never seen a Beta respond to a Pliarator as you do. What exceptional creatures Omegas are.” Husky, he’d growled, still savoring her juices. “Imagine it’s my cock inside you. When the next knot comes, I want you to feel my seed pulsating in your belly.”

As if on cue, the machine began to expand at its base, to fill her up and stretch her even more than the first time. He watched it work her, Jacques seeing to his own satisfaction with rapid jerks of his hand up and down the veined protuberance jutting forth between his legs.

His cock.

She could smell it in her haze, grunted at it like an animal.

The way he abused his organ, how swollen and purple it grew in his fist, the way he practically gnawed her erect clitoris, they both had to be in euphoric pain.

Ready to spurt, he’d reared back on his knees, drew his lips back from his teeth, the muscles standing up in his neck.

The worst had yet to come.

He spoke a command. The machine responded. It opened up, the false knot inside her growing until a hole was made inside her body just the right size to be exploited.

Falling forward to land on his hand, his musculature tight and twitching, Jacques lined up his fat cockhead with her machine spread opening, smeared her tortured cunt with a dribble of his come, and jerked himself in two more rough tugs until pearlescent spray shot forcefully into the space the machine had made inside her.

His usherings were too much for that little pocket, and his seed surged outside her sex, down her crack, in waves of wet heat, over and over until he pulled from her slit to aim instead for her trembling belly.

He overshot, coating her heaving tits, globs landing as far as her parted lips.

When he had crawled over her body, bobbing his pulsating knot in her face, he’d told her to lick him clean… and she had obeyed.

Without question.

Laving him from bulbous base to mushroom tip, collecting the salty taste, slurping, swallowing. With even more vigor than he’d displayed between her legs, Brenya submitted.

In that moment, she did not possess the mental faculty to understand that the Alpha had manipulated his promise.

Jacques had not fucked her. His machine had.

She’d been vanquished like a prisoner, subjugated like a slave, and used like a whore—sore, tired, mindless, and still under the control of his whirring device.

That had been last night, all night.

Even upon waking, her senses had not fully returned, and here he was, forcing her back on the bed to do it to her all over again.

Betas were never reassigned.

He pushed his toy deeper, speaking warmly. “In a week or two, you’ll be ready for me, mon chou.”

 

Delivering Sin – Cover Reveal

Title: Delivering Sin (A Finding Love Novel)
Author: SF Benson writing as Nadirah Foxx
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Cover Designer: Crystal Rae Bryant/Whit & Whimsy Cover Design
Publication Date: October 12, 2017
Blurb:
For the first time in history Sin needs saving, but she doesn’t know it yet.

What Sinatra Neeley knows is she wants it all—fancy car, huge bank account, platinum card—and a handsome man to give it to her. But love? It’s not for Sinatra. She tried that years ago with Jake Carter, a struggling archeology student. Love doesn’t put food on the table or a roof over your head.

Amun Rassoul, a man possessed by an ancient deity, will give Sinatra all she desires. He’ll cherish her and shower her with wealth. But first, she has to become a vessel for the Underworld and then Amun will make her his queen.

Jake, now working on his doctorate, offers Sinatra an uncertain future while Amun, the man from the past, can give her the world—endless sex with a seat on an ancestral throne.
But only one man possesses her heart. Can Jake deliver Sin before she gets stuck in the Underworld?

This book is recommended for mature readers 18+ due to language and adult content.

Nadirah Foxx, the alter ego for SF Benson, has a fondness for dark, twisted romance featuring suspense and adventure. Her characters are flawed. But no matter what their obstacles or demons might be they always find a way around them.
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Push and Pull

Title: Push & Pull
Author: Emily Cyr
Genre: Adult Paranormal
Blurb:
Book one in The Vampire Favors Series:      
                                                                       
Never make a deal with a vampire. It always comes back to bite you; or so Addison Fitzpatrick has learned. In true Addison-fashion, she’d angered a drug dealer; she may have “forgotten” to pay him. Just when it was time to pay the piper, she was offered a way out by an unlikely being. Cannon Blackwood, master of vampires, made her an offer she couldn’t refuse. Now, Addison owes Cannon three favors.   
                                                                                                                                              
Seven years after that fateful meeting, just as Addison’s life is getting back on track, Cannon calls in one of the favors she owes him. There is a new drug that threatens the very existence of the vampire race and Cannon needs Addison, along with his brother Lachlan, who happens to be a professional thief, to steal it and destroy any evidence of it.    
                                     
Not only is the future of the vampires on the line, but with both Cannon and Lachlan vying for her attention, her heart is as well. Addison has difficult choices to make and dangerous favors to repay if she wants to see the light of another day.
Emily Cyr is a stay-at-home mom turned writer. She holds a degree in middle grades education with certification in English and social science. She has always had a love of all things paranormal and fantasy, but it wasn’t until Emily’s husband said the words, “Why not?” that she considered putting her thoughts and ideas into the book, The Lightning Prophecy. This trilogy was just the start for Emily. It seemed to open a creative door that had been locked.
Emily has always been an avid reader. Through reading came her love of writing. The more she read, the more she knew she wanted to create her own world. Many of her first works were fan fiction.
Emily and her family currently reside in Cibolo, Texas. She has an incredibly supportive husband who is also an officer in the United States Air Force. They have three sons, ages 6, 4, and 1. Somehow, even with the demands of being a parent to two little boys, she finds time to escape to her fantasies and write them down.
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