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SUMMARY: I am a Catalyst. The Spark, the lore calls me. The problem with being a Spark was two-fold. Monsters were drawn to me. And I'd known so many of them that I found myself unable to be intrigued by any normal, human male. I was drawn to those dangerous breeds now, like a moth to flame, how much could I really resist their primal aggression? You'd think that with my time as a Spark, I'd have learned how to recognize each creature. But there were so many, I didn't know where to begin. Every male creature lusted for me, especially the monsters. And I for them. The trick I faced was in trying not to attract every unholy thing I came across. And when I did, in identifying which just wanted to possess me and which might actually kill me. I was clearly failing. On both accounts. TEASER: My curiosity got the better of me. Scanning the occupants furtively I saw dark skin to light skin beings. Some with pointed ears, some with twisted snouts or thing lips exposing fanged teeth. Monsters of every breed here. I noticed. But turning my head a bit further beneath the hood of my cloak, allowed me to glimpse the figure sitting in the west windowsill. His booted feet resting on a chair beneath him. Men surrounding him. Ones that had been happily regaling the group with tales of their feats until I walked in. His hair was pale blonde and mimicked the shade of the moonlight peering in on the wide, indented sill next to him. Blue eyes were fierce as they stared at me unblinkingly. Oh, no. He must've nodded because the barkeep told me where to go. I climbed the side stairs, far against a back wall. Turning twice, before they reached the second level. The railing dusted in gilt. And the steps trimmed in it. I suspected there'd once been a shining gold or red rug which had long since worn through to the point it was irreparable. That was typically the preferred colors of the Eternus. They liked flaunting their power and wealth. That was why I preferred hounds. The man-beasts, contrary to nasty rumors, were typically kinder and gentler than most other species in Ferus Country. The tavern was built with the usual extravagance of a place made for the soul-draining, air stealing, Eternus beasts. It was now a place nicer than most that the Hounds, the shapeshifting animals, and the dwarves and goblins of Endless Wood knew. Making it their favorite place. I reached the upper level and found the room that would be mine. Stepping inside I swung my cloak out of the way and closed the door. Sighing in relief I walked over to the chair and swung the cloak off. "Hello, Baby Girl." The words came from behind me. I stiffened. Going ramrod straight. Knowing that dreaded, husky voice anywhere. "How can you be roaring one moment and then speaking so huskily the next?" I whirled around to face him with a deep glower. He shrugged. Tilting his head with a grudging smirk. "How'd you get in here?" My hands worked in white knuckled fists. Something his keen gaze didn't miss. "Walked with you." I knew what those cryptic words meant. Knew instantly what he'd done. From the time I'd left the counter speaking to the barkeep he'd been with me. Walking in pace with me. Expertly matching his movements to mine so I'd have zero chance of hearing something. Something he's done to me before. Then when I cracked the door, he'd have slid in behind me, even as I turned to move my cloak, he was a breath behind me.

SUMMARY: I was the one the villagers called to talk to the monsters no one else dared talk to. I don't fear them. Though I know at any moment, I could be drawing my last breath. Someone had to speak for the Skins. The humans who were nearly defenseless against those monsters that reveled in their power. Torturing those they viewed as little more than insects. But all my fire and readiness to confront the bloodthirsty king of the monsters torturing this village, did no prepare me for what I found in that mountain castle. Nor the terms he would throw down for the protection of my people. Matching wits with a monster who is both immortal, fatally charming and clever beyond what I was prepared for is lining me up for a game of seduction I might not win this time. TEASER: I jerked away from him to walk a step ahead. Scanning the crowd for a source of help or a direction off this marbled floor. He used the leverage of the chain binding my wrist to give it slack before yanking backward to send me sprawling against him. Looking like I’d just twirled to dance with him. “Won’t she be disappointed.” I said under my breath. “Why?” “To find out I’m your prisoner.” “I haven’t called you that.” “You called me captive.” I pointed out. “But not prisoner.” “I see little difference.” “There is much. If you were my prisoner, you’d already be in my dungeon.” “I’d prefer to be there.” I hissed. “I’d prefer you there. With nowhere to go but straight to me.” His blue eyes silvered with interest, and I realized that my mouth was quickly getting ahead of me. If I’m not careful I’m going to land my fool ass in his dungeon. “I’d never beg you to let me out, if that’s what you’re hoping.” A dimple appeared at the corner of his mouth as he swayed sideways in step with me. Looking over my head at the crowd. As if he saw no point to making eye contact with me. “Of course not. A woman like you would never do that. You’ll offer me your body long before your mouth will beg me for anything.” “I’d never do that.” I said in disgust. He looked down at me then. “Never tell me never. I’m very persuasive. You never know what I may have you doing next.”

SUMMARY: I was hiding in the cargo on the ship Mandrake. When it was pirated, I did some quick-thinking and pretended to be a cabin boy. Hoping to become as unthreatening as every other crew member. But he scented me at the get. And the moment he had me alone he stripped me down to prove what he already knew. I was all woman. He was the Captain of the Whirlwind and he intended to possess all spoils from the Mandrake. Including me. But I'm not so easily bullied into becoming a lover. Not even by a fierce pirate captain. 01 Pirated “Where is the food!” My pa yelled at me. And I knew it’d be a matter of minutes until he cuffed me as he often did. I adjusted the oversized cap on my head. Doing my best to tuck my hair under it and bobbing my head in a ducking fashion to back away from him. “I couldn’t, Pa! There were too many Dock Patrol. They was lookin’ fer me, I’m sure of it!” “You, foolish, Chit!” He called. “You want us to starve?” “No, Pa.” I was trying to make sure I was well from striking range. “But won’t do us no good, if I’m put in the stocks.” “Would do me just fine.” He grunted. “Pa!” “Yer a worthless, Chit, ye are!” He lurched forward and managed to hit me up the back of the head so hard that it knocked my cap off. I scrambled over and collected it. “I’m not risking my hide, to feed yers no more Ol’ Man!” I shouted. “What’d ye jus’ say ta me?” His face darkened so black I knew I’d be in for a sound thrashing. “Get outta me home!” “Good!” I snapped. “And fair thee well in yer lil hovel!” I shouted as I stalked from it. Ducking a bottle, he threw at me. “I’ve wanted ta go to another country long ‘nuff!” I walked determinedly toward the ships docked. I knew of one heading a direction I wanted to go. And it’s plenty big enough to hide one young woman. Especially one as skinny as me. *** It took the pirate ship Whirlwind all of two minutes to draw next to and overwhelm the Mandrake. A far slower ship. And the Pirate Captain had every intention of collecting all the cargo as spoils. Unfortunately, that entailed me since I was hiding in the cargo hold. But some quick thinking had me wrapping my extra shirt around my head to hide my hair and cover my feminine eyebrows and shadow my eyes. Untucking my shirt and stuffing loaves of bread in the thighs of my pants to make me seem as shapeless as possible. A cabin boy. I heard the screams on the deck stop and the creaking of them popping the lock on the hold. They flipped it open, and I immediately cried surrender. Offering to be their cabin boy. The dark pirate captain watched me with unflinching intensity. Deep brown eyes gazing at me hungrily. I was terrified he knew. "I do." He murmured as he caught me by the arm. Declaring, "I'll take the cabin boy." He drug me straight to his cabin. I scrambled to keep up. Once inside, he kicked the door closed and tossed me against the wall. "What the devil are you thinking!" "What?" I blinked my big brown eyes in confusion. "I've pirated the Peril Sea for over two hundred years. You think I can't spot a woman when I see one?" He demanded. "But I'm not." I shook my head fearfully. "Cap. Just a mere Cabin Boy." "Sure, you are." He glowered darkly. "Drop your pants and show me your cock then, Lad. " "No, Sir. I'm not that manner of cabin boy." He shook me by my arm. "You're not one atall!" Without warning he thrust his hands down my oversized breeches. I gasped. Relieved when he retrieved only a loaf of bread. Pulling it out to eye it. Then tilting his head toward me, contemptuously. I shrugged. "They leaves me alone sir, when they think me bigger." I bowed my shoulders to appear stouter. He snorted. "Fine. Have it your way." He delved his hand in again and headed straight down the center. Unsurprised to follow my flat belly down over a flat pelvis. Hooking his finger to enter me made me gasp in objection. He pinned me harder against the door and pressed his finger in more deeply. Covering my mouth with his other hand. Using his torso to hold me to the wall. I was screaming and gasping behind his hand, but no one could hear me. He worked his finger expertly in and out of me. Making me melt and dampening his finger. Then he withdrew it. "Let me show you what a pirate does to a woman pretending to be a cabin boy." 02 I'm Revealed He caught me by the shoulders and turned to throw me backward on his little bunk in the corner. Though it didn’t hurt, it startled me enough it took a moment to react. Catching my breath, I did. I scrambled up it and hugged my knees protectively to my chest. Suddenly very afraid of what he might do to me. "Please." What am I even asking for? Mercy? There’s not a shred of it in his eyes. I had a feeling there’d be perilously little of it coming. I was right. "It's too late." He ruthlessly caught my ankles and drug them to the foot of the bed. Pulling his belt loose to cinch around one ankle and tie to the bed post. *** He walked around it while I struggled in panic, yanking at it. Looking furtively from him to the post and trying to gauge how much time I had before he reached my other arm and I’d be fully bound. He gathered a fistful of rope and tied my other leg rather than heading for my free arm as I’d expected. While he tightened it so firmly around my ankle that the rough rope scraped me, he said in a harsh voice. "If you'd have come clean when I asked, like a woman with integrity, I'd have locked you in here and kept you safe. But you chose to lie like the little fiend you are. So, I'll teach you precisely why you don't lie to a dangerous man." He means to a pirate Captain, doesn’t he? I was breathing quickly. Panting in my scramble to yank free. I jerked at my leg trying to resist his grip, but he held on with the firmness of a vice. As utterly unrelenting as the look on his face. "No. Don't." I breathed. "I'll scream." I’ll summon everyone down here to stop him. He shrugged. "I wouldn't recommend it. What do you think my men will do once they know there's a warm, wet woman on this ship?" He eyed my body. Unable to discern a shape under the garb. He plucked my shirt from my head and sent a wash of waving brown, shoulder-length hair spilling over the bedding around my face. Hair I’d kept so carefully tucked into my huge hat. "Good. You’re a grown woman." His eyes slipped over me with interest. "No!" I grasped at the hope of deterring him. "I'm a young 'un, Cap. Swear. Not of my first bleed." Perhaps he’ll leave me be if he thinks me a child. Though I wondered if a pirate truly gave two shits about such things. He gave me another contemptuous glance. “The devil you are.” *** Then he ripped my shirt open. Sending buttons scattering over the cabin floor. Exposing the bindings over my breasts. To hide what I am. Collecting a cutlery knife he turned it flat against my sternum. "Don't move." He cautioned. He slit the bindings and to my horror my bountiful breasts burst from the bindings. Dusky brown nipples bouncing upright for his attention. And his gaze feasted on them. He reached down and pinched one. I objected and lurched up. He paused to cut the excess rope from my ankle and used another chunk to hook my wrist to the corner post despite my struggles. He leaned his weight over me. Pinning me into the reed mattress, while he knotted the rough rope. I only had one hand left and I intended to fight. "Don't bother." He roughly wound the remainder of the rope. But I was already twisting to try to get my other wrist free. So, he wasted no time to tie that one too. "Have it your way. I like a helpless woman." Then he began ripping my clothes open. "Let's see what you have under here."

SUMMARY: There was no question about the fact that I liked men. Craved them. That must've been why the thing across the street caught my scent. But what it came hunting for was much more than I'd have ever guessed and his appetites would be unlike anything I'd ever known before. The question was if I'd be able to go unscathed after just the one night in his possession. TEASER: For several weeks the dream had been the same. I could feel a man’s hands on me. Running over my body and caressing me freely. I’d sit up panting and look around, but no one was there. I’d scour every corner of the room, because the touch had felt so real, I was certain someone was there. Yet, I could feel his hunger. Feel his desperate clawing touch moving my strappy nightgown down to expose my breast. “Please.” I tossed my head. Reaching up to push at him but finding only air. I didn’t know who was touching me and it wasn’t touching I’d condoned. It felt wrong. But was utterly unstoppable. My hands were suddenly caught in iron fists and thudded to my bedding. Pinning me to the blanket. The plush comforter was tossed from the bed, hissing through the air. Then I’d feel the pressure over me. Like someone climbing the bed to lay atop me. Feeling the weight lowering over me and the heat of naked flesh I couldn’t see. “Who’s here?” I said. Feeling someone catching my lower jaw to hold me still I shook my head, trying to break that grip as it kept me from saying anything further. Pushing my mouth shut. I looked above me. Moved my hands over my face but felt no one there. Yet, the pressure of someone over me, the weight of their body and the hard probing at my most intimate entrance was so vivid I could feel his heat. I knew the feel of a hard, readied cock when I felt one. And that’s what I’m feeling now. No! “Stop!” I cried out in a mutter from my mouth being held shut. Feel the drip of sweat from a hard male body over me, as he took his time sliding into me. Nestling into the heat of my gripping walls. I could almost hear him moan with pleasure the moment my flesh took him in a firm hold. But there was no one there. How can this feel so real? I bucked my hips and tried to push off the bed there was clearly someone there atop me and no matter my efforts I couldn’t dislodge him. But I began to feel the sliding in and out as he met my bucking with vicious thrusts. I yelped at the sudden taking.

SUMMARY: She was rescued by our pack, the Asara. But with her delicious female scent, my brothers and I soon caught a whiff of her. We liked it and were quick to investigate. It didn't take us long to figure out what she was hiding under that oversized cloak. And we each wanted a part of it. She thought she could run from us? The best in enemy combat, the tracker and best sniffer in the pack, and the fastest one of us. Second to only our Alpha. The Mating Moon is on the rise and my brothers and I don't mind sharing. As long as we each get a taste of that sweet scent. And to partake of that delicious body She might resist but we're strong, and she is one of only seven breedable females...she won't be going anywhere until we've had our fill of her. And under a Mating Moon, us males get insatiable. Go ahead. Run little Vanna Rae, it's more fun that way... TEASER: Five of us females dodged the males like the plague. Knowing that tempting them could prove a dangerous game. They were all predatory, aggressive, and willing to fight for what they wanted. And to breed any female of age. I don't want bred. "I asked you a question." Vanquish sneered. Forcing me to look up into his fierce green eyes. "I was just-just..." I looked around desperately. "going to pick some berries." I fled to the bush I'd spotted and began desperately plucking the berries and stacking them in my hand. Vanquish descended on me while I cowered near the bush. He batted the berries out of my hand. Snatching me under my arms and tossing me in the water. I surfaced spitting and desperately made for shore. Knowing all the extra fabric on my body could quickly weigh me down. "Come on." Hunter told Racer and they swam to me. Tugging me back into the water. I felt their cloying hands pawing me. But under all my oversized and padded garments, they were unable to feel anything. "We really need to get these clothes off her and see what's under here." Racer frowned. No. I looked fearfully from one to the other as they pinned my arms to the bank. "Just hold her." Hunter leaned in close while Racer complied and feigned humping his groin against me. I jerked from Racer and floundered onto the bank. Climbing to my feet. They laughed uproariously as I fled, tugging at my hood to keep my hair hidden. "Where you off to so fast?" Vanquish lightly shoved me sideways. Sending me toppling. "We didn't say you could go anywhere." "Yeah." Hunter climbed from the water. "There's a cost for residing in the safety of our pack." Racer contributed. The three half naked males stood over me with their hair dripping and keen eyes alert. Chests glistening damply in the sunlight as fat water droplets trailed down over their ripped abdomens to their soaked pants and over bare feet. All three eyed where my ankles peeked from the bottom of my cloak and I feared they were tempted to peer under it. I clambered to my feet gracelessly and fled back to my hut. "Oh, come on, Vanna Rae!" Hunter taunted. "You going to cry?" Racer. "Can't run forever, Rabbit." Vanquish said.

SUMMARY: I had been nearly dead, covered in blood and unable to remember anything other then I was scared. I remembered making it to the Asara Territory wall, half-starved. Jaecar, a Border Guard had found me and been kind enough to guide me into the Territory and to help me evade some of the more dangerous males of our pack...At least for awhile. But the Hayden brothers had caught my scent. Three fierce males that took me hunting and made me leave me hut. Three males that soon took me for their own under the Mating Moon. Forcefully breeding me before marking me as theirs. But something had changed for me. I'd had my first memory. Since then, more had come and I've begun forming an idea. An idea which will require the help of my three mates. A plan to rain retribution on those that had forced me bloody into the woods and killed those I loved. And I had three dangerous males at my disposal. TEASER: The scarred alpha lunged for me, but my blood-soaked dress sifted through his fingers. Too wet for him to grip. And I was out the door at a dead run. Running hard. In too much of a state of shock to turn into a wolf. I fled as I was. A terrified she-wolf on the run. Escaping the NightHunters raiding pack. Now, I turned wide eyes up to Vanquish he met my look. "What?" "I remember..." I breathed. "All of it." "What's wrong Vanna Rae?" Racer didn't like the wounded look on my face. "We going hunting?" Hunter aptly asked. Seeing the pain and rage written over me. "Yes." I looked at him levelly. "We are." I wanted revenge. I wanted someone to pay for all I'd lost and for who the NightHunters had killed. And I wanted to find what was left of my family.

SUMMARY Eric was my nemesis. The school bully who had laser focus on me as his target. As if highschool wasn't hard enough. Even worse, he was quite possibly the one person that seemed to know me best. All I wanted was to avoid Eric but he had a knack for showing up whenever I wanted to avoid him most. Then we made that bet... I believed that the only girl dirt biker in the contest, Tomboy, would win this year. But Eric thought otherwise...And he was willing to bet me a week of slavery on it. We'll see who is obeying who by week's end... TEASER: I had visions of the house empty, bereft of my mom's absence, except for Eric's taunting voice and the scent of him after a shower wafting through the hall and him tormenting me everywhere I went. Being unable to find solace even at home because no one was there as a buffer. He'll be a nightmare! "Far nicer." He mouthed. My gut sunk as understanding began to dawn. My hand fell dully to the rail, and I turned fully to stare back down at Eric. Oh, no... I pointed at him. Giving him the blackest look I could gather. I crooked a finger. With an intrigued tilt of his head, he set his bag down next to mine and skipped up the steps. I gave him my back. Doing my damnedest to control my fury. I walked to his room because I didn't want him anywhere near mine. I stepped in and he followed. I rounded and shut the door. Turning a furious glare on him. "I know what you've done." "Do you?" He hadn't stopped grinning. "I knew you were conniving...But this..." "What exactly are you accusing me of, Allie Kat?" He gave me a wink as he used the dreaded nickname. My palm itched to slap his smug face. I was staring at him shaking. He strolled over to his bed. I was on his heels. So mad I could barely muster the words to articulate every move he'd made just today. He absentmindedly picked up his acoustic guitar and his nimble fingers strummed the wires while he looked at me patiently. What I have to say matters so little, he's only willing to give me half his attention. I reached down and swatted his hand off the strings. "Ooh." His lips pursed and his eyes flew to mine. "Feisty." But there was a light in his eyes that indicated he was very interested in the fact that I'd just slapped his hand. Why? "You-you..." He yawned balefully. "I what?" "You dragged me to that race because you knew I had to go." His head dropped and he watched his fingers go back to lightly plucking the strings. "I knew Tomboy had to be there." He paused and lifted his head to level that blue gaze on me. "If she wanted to have a chance at beating me...Unfortunately...She didn't anyway." "Grrrrr!" I growled. His lips quirked and his brows lifted flirtatiously. "Now that's a fun sound." "Eric! Can you be serious for once?" "I am being serious." He set the guitar aside and stood. Towering over me as he dropped his face to mine. "Deadly serious." "You took me there because you knew I was her." "Yes." "Then made a bet with me that she'd lose because you were so sure you'd beat me." "Yes." "Then you challenged me, knowing you'd win." "Yes." He tilted his head in a grudging nod. "And you refused to cash in on your wins of the bet to have me be your slave this week." "Yes." "Because you want it to be next week." He blinked slowly but didn't deny it. "When we're alone in this house..." "Yes."

SUMMARY: He came into our village like a shadow. A Dark Dread filled with powerful magic. The King merely called him Warlord. And he owned the name. Leaving wreckage in his wake. But for me he had other plans. His cutting blue eyes seeing straight through my disguise. As his slave, his mere plaything, I'll learn the true darkness of magic without conscience. Anything he wants if me, he takes. Anything he wants me to do. I am willed to do with the flick of his hand. His power is an all consuming whirlwind. And I'm just the pretty butterfly caught in it. TEASER: "Well done, Jade." His blue eyes were keen on me. "Get up." I did but it was on unsteady legs. I gave him a wary look. He watched me impassively. I realized that his eyes were the clearest blue I'd ever seen. Like a sky on a cloudless summer day. But when he turned feral they glowed like the inside of a flame. I tried to give him a look which would seem unafraid but knew that my eyes flitted like a scared doe. He jumped into motion and I nearly screamed. He twisted and caught behind my knees and my shoulders. Lifting me and compressing me until I was in his arms in a bridal carry. Leaving behind him the smoky black tendrils that indicated he'd moved inhumanly fast again. I need to remember what he is at all times. Stay on my guard. I reminded myself. My arm automatically slung over his muscled shoulders. The high bones of his shoulders moving as he carried me toward his bed.

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