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Shapeshifter, Paranormal Romance, Contemporary Romance

Date Published: February 20, 2024

 

 

In this pulse-pounding novel in the #1 New York Times bestselling Leopard
series, animal instinct unites two elite shifters whose heads are at war
with their hearts.

 

Gorya Amurov might be known as his family’s peacekeeper, but the leopard
inside him wants nothing more than to claw to the surface and unleash hell.
A harsh life has shaped him into a vicious fighter with a calm exterior, but
Gorya knows it’s only a matter of time until he loses all control. Deep
down, he truly believes he’d be better off dead, and that no woman will ever
accept him as a mate….

Maya Averina has spent years hunting the criminals who destroyed her life,
and she always takes down her prey. She keeps to herself, stays under the
radar, and never loses focus. But with her body burning up and her mind
distracted by her first heat, an ambush takes her by surprise. Now she’s
trapped, an unmated female shifter about to be sold off to the highest
bidder. Maya is ready to fight her way out—until the most dangerous,
powerful man she’s ever encountered arrives to set her free….

About the Author

Christine Feehan

Christine Feehan is a #1 New York Times bestselling author, with 83
published works in seven different series: Dark Series, GhostWalker Series,
Leopard Series, Drake Sisters Series, Sea Haven Series, Shadow Series, and
Torpedo Ink Series. All seven of her series have hit the #1 spot on the New
York Times bestseller list. Judgment Road, the first book in her newest
series, Torpedo Ink, debuted at #1 on the New York Times bestseller
list.

“After Bram Stoker, Anne Rice and Joss Whedon (who created the
venerated Buffy the Vampire Slayer), Christine Feehan is the person most
credited with popularizing the neck gripper.”—Time
Magazine

“The Queen of paranormal romance.” —USA Today

 

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Designed by Destiny Blitz

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Paranormal Romance

Date Published: 11-15-2022

Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing

 

 

Bethany Clark is an architect intern, who swore off love to focus on her
career, and Nicholas Grey is a playboy who needs a stable personal life to
keep his job. Add in Faye Delmore, a fairy godmother who just happens to
love playing matchmaker, and you get a future designed by destiny.

 

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Maya Tyler

Maya Tyler is a multi-published author of paranormal romance novels and
blogger at Maya’s Musings. An avid reader, Maya writes the books she
loves to read—romances! Her paranormal romances come with complex plot
twists and happily-ever-afters.

When she’s not writing, you can find Maya enjoying her favourite
things—hanging out with her family, reading, and drinking coffee
(especially Starbucks French Roast)!

 

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Wishes & Dreams, book #5

 

Paranormal Romance

Date Published: 08-08-2023

 

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Naomi had grown up in a family of rogue shifters… women who stalked
men, seduced them, then after a night of passion, Changed to their animal
form and ripped the man to shreds. She’d always been taught that she
was destined to be a killer, that one day men would be mere prey for her.
She was determined never to become a Rogue… even if she had to do
something desperate.

Liam, a Great Pyrenees shapeshifter, is the new veterinarian at the Country
Vet Clinic. When he’s called to a nearby zoo to care for an ill
clouded leopard, he discovers she is, in fact, another shifter. Even more,
she’s the niece of Beatrice, the rogue who had terrorized the shifter women
in the area for the last year. But Naomi doesn’t seem like a rogue to Liam,
and the shifters rally to her support, freeing her from the zoo and
embracing her into the community.

Naomi loves her new life in the Hudson Valley at a lovely bed and
breakfast, but she has to fight her growing feelings for Liam. He has
absolute confidence in her, that she will never turn Rogue. But she is
afraid to trust that. How can she give in to the magnetic attraction between
them, when it could mean very Liam’s life?

 

About the Author

Allie McCormack

Allie McCormack is  a disabled U.S. military veteran, now pursuing her
life-long dream of being a writer. Allie has traveled quite a bit and lived
many places all over the U.S., as well as a year in Cairo, Egypt as an
exchange student, and a year in Saudi Arabia under contract to a hospital in
Riyadh. Allie now lives in wine country in beautiful southern California
with her family and two rescue cats.

Allie says: “A writer is who and what I am… a romance writer. I
write what I know, and what I know is romance. Dozens of story lines and
literally hundreds of characters live and breathe within the not-so-narrow
confines of my imagination, and it is my joy and privilege to bring them to
life, to share them with others by writing their stories.”

 

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Wishes & Dreams, book #5

 

Paranormal Romance

Date Published: 03-01-2022

 

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Orphaned at a young age, Tamera Austen knows nothing about her family.
Certainly nothing about the strange impulses she can’t control, and
make her fear for her sanity. Moving to the Hudson Valley to make a fresh
start, she is quickly assimilated into the close community there. But her
new friends have their own secrets.

Kester Kazakis recognizes the newcomer as a fellow shapeshifter, but
strangely, she doesn’t seem to be aware of shapeshifters. As he
struggles to find a way to introduce her to their world, he is increasingly
aware that she is the only one for him.

When Tamera’s long-lost uncle appears on the scene, his sinister air
has the community rallying around Tamera. But he’s not so easily
dissuaded from his mission: To keep the caracal shifter line pure.

 

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Coveted  Mate by Allie McCormack

©2022 by Allie McCormack

 

Scene – The First Change

 

Kester came awake fast, every sense on alert. His cat was edgy, pushing at
him. Kitt wanted out. It took a moment to register where he was. Tamera’s
room. The nightmare. He could feel her by his side, radiating warmth despite
the fact that somehow the blanket had fallen away. Groping for the blanket
carefully so as to not wake her, he froze as his fingers encountered…
fur.

What the…?

Cautiously he leaned up on one elbow. His enhanced shifter senses allowed
him to see through the murky dark and as his vision adjusted, he saw
stretched out beside him, asleep in an attitude of blissful abandon, a large
feline, perhaps a little larger than his own Kitt,

Inside, he could feel his cat nature stir, the animal rumbling with
content. That was good. Kitt was sensing the other animal’s emotional state
and reflecting that. He found he was smiling, pleased that his presence had
given Tamera enough of a sense of safety that she’d let down her guard, even
inadvertently, thus allowing her cat to come forward.

Ooh-kay. Now what to do? YiaYia was a few hundred miles away, and he wasn’t
about to call his sister over. On the other hand, Kitt was purring;
obviously his cat felt no danger. He sat up, and reaching to the side turned
on the small bedside lamp. He turned his attention back to Tamera, studying
her. Her coat was short, a thick, rich looking pelt and she had long legs
with wide, splayed paws, relaxed now in sleep.  She appeared very much
like a miniature cougar except for the reddish tan color to her coat and
long black tufts off the tips of her ears. He didn’t recognize the breed,
but whatever Tamera was, she was not a domestic cat. This was some kind of
wild animal.

Not without trepidation, Kester slid his hand lightly along her back,
feeling the thickness of her fur.

“Tamera,” he called in a soft voice, too soft to waken a human
but knowing even fast asleep, her cat would hear and waken. “Wake up
now, Tamera.”

The eyelids parted, and slanted blue eyes gazed out at him, blinking
sleepily. He saw the moment she became aware, the widening of her eyes. The
ears swept back, an involuntary response, and she leaped up from the
mattress. Unaccustomed to the new form, her legs scrambled for purchase, and
she tumbled off the bed, sprawling in a heap on the floor. He winced as
sharp claws scrabbled on the smoothly polished wooden floor, but she was
only pulling her legs beneath her, crouching where she had landed.

Her stare stayed on his face, a good sign, Kester thought. There was more
bewilderment in those wide eyes than fear, so he slid off the bed,
approaching slowly. He crouched on his heels, extending one hand
tentatively.

“You did it,” he told her, unable to suppress the grin splitting
his face. “You did it all by yourself. And you’re gorgeous,
girl.”

The blue eyes blinked again, and he ventured to shuffle a little closer,
extending one hand. She permitted him to lay his hand on her neck, and his
fingers slid into the fur, scratching a little behind her ear. Her head
tilted, leaning into his fingers, and Kester relaxed chuckling.

“You are one gorgeous cat. Yep,” he nodded as she turned her head
back toward him. “Don’t know what kind you are, though. You want to see
yourself?”

Her jaws opened, and an odd trilling sound emerged. He laughed, and rose to
his feet. “Hang on.” Looking around, he saw her cell phone laying
on the dresser. He picked it up and turned the screen on. Finding the camera
app, he turned to look at her.

“Okay, this is going to be your very first ever photograph,” he
told her. “You’ve gotta look your best.”

He came over and rolled her gently to her side. “Here, now pull in
your front paws under your shoulder… that’s right. Now, raise your head
and look toward me. Perfect. That’s the classic cat lounge, no matter what
species.”

He stood back, raising the camera. “You want to prick your ears up.
You can’t see them, but they’re amazing. Here.” He held up his left
hand, snapping his fingers. “Yeah, there they go.”

He took a couple of shots in quick succession, then lowered the camera,
coming to sit on the floor beside her.

“This is you.”

He held out the camera for her to look. She stared for a long moment, then
bobbed her head forward, her nose butting at the phone, then looking at him.
That wasn’t hard to interpret.

“Okay, we’ll google you.” He looked at her assessingly, then
tapped at the screen. “Let’s see… medium to small wild cat, long
legs, huge tufted ears. Well, hello, hello.”

He looked at the screen intently, clicking over to Wiki. “Yep, here
you are. A caracal. Looks like you’re a wild cat that’s native to Africa,
Middle East and India.”

A feline snort had him grinning. He looked back at the phone.

“It seems caracals are pretty popular. It says here they’re mostly
nocturnal… that could be why you Changed in the night, maybe. Also they
don’t make much noise, aside from purring when happy, growling and hissing
when not.” He set the phone on the end of the bed. “Hey, how about
if I Change too. Kitt can help you more, with how to navigate with your
body. We’ll get you up and walking, and since we can communicate via
telepathy in our animal forms, you can ask questions.”

Her head dipped once, and he grinned. “Well, you got ‘yes’
down.”

A growl rumbled in her throat, and the slanted eyes widened again in
apparent surprise. Kester laughed, rising to his feet. “Okay, one Maine
Coon incoming!

He reached for his cat, and Kitt sprang forward, eager to be out to
investigate the newcomer. The air around him zinged, like the crackle of
electricity, and then he was on four paws, padding forward to sniff noses
with Tamera. Her ears were high, rotated forward in curiosity, and he sat
down, curling his plumy tail about his forepaws.

We can talk this way. He sent the words through the mental path.

The large ears twitched, the tufted tips quivering. Try it. He urged. Form
a thought, then say it, but instead of saying it with your lips, say it in
your mind
.

The words came, whispering, tentative. Like this?

Inside he smiled, and his tongue came out to rasp across her cheek. Good.
Now strengthen your tone. It will become easier with time, and eventually
will become as natural as talking is between humans.

Can I talk to you anywhere?

We’re limited by distance. It’s generally considered to be a range of a
mile or so. Katerina told me she reached across several miles to contact
Jacinth when she’d been attacked by a dog, but either that was the exigency
of her situation, or perhaps because it was a Djinn she had a connection to,
although she tells me Jacinth isn’t in general telepathic.

Now. He butted her head with his. Let’s get you up and walking. I want you
to stand up.

Her expressive ears lowered a little. I’m comfortable here.

He sent her an impression of his amusement. I’m sure you are. You’ll be
comfortable standing up and walking, too, with some practice. Come on, up
with you.

She rose unsteadily, but her paws went every which-way and she wound up
sprawled on the floor again. Kester sternly suppressed his amusement.

Try sitting first. Raise up on your front paws, straighten the legs, then
get your hindquarters beneath you. There you go, that’s right.

He padded over to where she stood, nuzzling her in approval.

This is harder than I thought. I feel like I’m going to fall right
over.

You’re doing fine. Now push up with the hind legs, and stand.

She obeyed, and lifted herself to stand on all fours, her long legs splayed
awkwardly, her head lowered as she strove for balance.

I don’t think I can walk. I don’t know what leg to move first.

This time he let her sense his amusement. Your cat knows. You have to get
out of her way, let her come forward. Like the telepathy, at first it takes
a conscious effort, but it will become natural once you get the hang of
it.

She took an incautious step forward and staggered, her claws scrabbling on
the floor as she fought to stay upright. He leaned his massive frame against
hers, steadying her, and she stood, her sides heaving as she panted for
breath. He waited until she seemed to be standing easily before he moved
away.

You’re still trying to intentionally move your legs, it doesn’t work like
that. Your cat comes forward and the movement is instinctive to her.
A
thought came to him, and he grinned to himself. Let’s try this.

His paw shot out, claws sheathed, but buffeting her across the head. He
leaped back as her ears swept back, laying flat against her skull, and her
muzzle wrinkled, jaws parted as she hissed a warning just before she sprang.
Anticipating her move, he angled his haunches and sprang lightly onto the
bed and stood looking down at her.

See? There ya go.

Her head tilted as she peered at him, her tail lashing back and forth. Her
ears swiveled forward, and her paws tapped an excited beat on the floor. I
did it!

You did. He watched as she prowled about the room, snuffling at the table
and chair legs, and bumping her nose against the glass of the balcony door.
She snorted, and turned easily, with the natural grace of the feline,
exploring the room with her new senses.

Things smell weird.

He sent her a mental laugh. They will. You’ll get used to it.

He lowered himself to the mattress, reclining gracefully on the edge of the
bed where he could watch her. She padded over, raising her head to snuffle
at him, and they rubbed muzzles.

Okay this is pretty cool, she admitted. Her slanted gaze surveyed the bed.
I wonder if I could manage to jump up there.

You’ll never know til you try. He added a warning as she crouched, shifting
her weight back onto her hindquarters. From the little I had a chance to
read, caracals are built for jumping into the air. They can catch birds on
the wing. Don’t give it too much effort or you’ll overshoot the bed.

Got it. She adjusted the depth of her stance. Her tail lashed once, and she
sprang up to the bed beside him. Without apparent effort, she lay prone, her
paws stretched before her.

Well done!

So how does an African wild cat get to be in America? She lay her head on
her paws, angled a little toward him. Behind her, only the very tip of her
tail moved, swaying lazily to and fro.

I don’t know. How did any of us get to be shifters for that matter? There’s
all kinds of theories. You’ll learn them all, he warned her, his muzzle
wrinkling. YiaYia, as Warden, will likely find an Elder to tutor you, not
only in the laws but also our history, the different shifter species, the
territories and Wardens and Councils on the various continents, that sort of
thing. Things we all learned growing up.

He was alert for signs of agitation as Tamera digested this. He wasn’t sure
how he would be able to deal with her if her cat became upset. They were
about the same height, although he had more mass, heavily muscled and
furred. It was unlikely that she could hurt him, if he had to subdue her,
but he didn’t want to hurt her. Her whiskers trembled a little, and the
furred tail did lash back and forth a little, but there was surprisingly
little other evidence of agitation.

You doing okay? He prompted, butting her with his head.

Her reply was instant. Yes. I’m just amazed. I never thought such a thing
was even possible! She lifted her head to peer at her front paws. These are
huge! And the claws are sharp, too. I think I might have scratched the
floor, I didn’t mean to.

Be glad they’re retractable. Just think how awkward if you were a
cheetah.

Those slanted eyes widened, then blinked at him. Cheetah’s can’t retract
their claws? I didn’t know that.

They can semi-retract them, not all the way.

Wow. Tamera suddenly flopped over onto her side to lay prone, her long hind
legs stretching almost to the end of the mattress. A rough purr rumbled in
her chest. I feel so lazy. I want to just lay here and do a whole lot of
nothing.

Kester chuckled. Welcome to feline life. You might not want to Change if
you’re on a tight deadline or have an appointment or something. Your cat may
well decide it’s not worth it to bother herself with.

Tamera’s sides heaved as she chuffed in amusement. I could get used to
this. Too bad you can’t bottle it and sell it as stress management.

 

About the Author

Allie McCormack

Allie McCormack is  a disabled U.S. military veteran, now pursuing her
life-long dream of being a writer. Allie has traveled quite a bit and lived
many places all over the U.S., as well as a year in Cairo, Egypt as an
exchange student, and a year in Saudi Arabia under contract to a hospital in
Riyadh. Allie now lives in wine country in beautiful southern California
with her family and two rescue cats.

Allie says: “A writer is who and what I am… a romance writer. I
write what I know, and what I know is romance. Dozens of story lines and
literally hundreds of characters live and breathe within the not-so-narrow
confines of my imagination, and it is my joy and privilege to bring them to
life, to share them with others by writing their stories.”

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Horror, Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Paranormal Romance

Date Published: January 26, 2023

 (Audiobook Releasing the first week in June 2023)

Publisher: Gorgon Blood Press

Narrator: Will Tulin

Run Time: 8 hours and 2 minutes

 

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In her debut collection, Theresa Braun explores the inner workings of the
human heart and what it is we most desire—forgiveness, acceptance,
love, fame, or merely to escape who we really are. Whether we are battling
ghosts, demons, mythical monsters, the past, or other dimensions, we are
really facing the deepest parts of ourselves. These thirteen tales of horror
and dark fantasy may appear to be a matter of good versus evil, but they are
all a reflection of the hidden corners of the soul that are often shades of
broken darkness. The characters in these stories must face their inner and
outer terrors, or else suffer the consequences.

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Theresa Braun

Theresa Braun was born in St. Paul, Minnesota and has carried some of that
hardiness with her to South Florida where she currently resides. An English
teacher and adjunct professor for over twenty years, she shares her
enthusiasm for literary arts with her students. In her spare time she enjoys
painting, traveling, and ghost hunting. When she’s not writing or trying to
save the world, she can be found looking for romance or shopping for
antiques. In 2018 Unnerving released her horror novel Fountain Dead, a
coming of age ghost story. Her short works have appeared in The Horror Zine,
Sirens Call, Hardened Hearts, and Best Indie Speculative Fiction: November
2018, Double Barrel Horror (Volume 3) and Emporium of Superstition.

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