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TEASER: "Disseus..." She pleaded. As though I'd stop. He snorted. Becoming only more determined at the prospect. He shook his head warningly. "Don't do that. You'll only be wasting your time." He entered her, hard. She gasped and her eyes snapped closed. He pinched her jaw to get her attention. "Open your eyes." She obeyed. Despite every fiber of her being demanding she not. He smirked at her. "That's right. Good girl." He began stroking her. Slowly. Feeling her sex saturating his cock. Her muscles clenching tightly around him. "Oh, I missed this." She hissed through her teeth. Forcing her body to stay despite that her fingers flexed, and she clearly wanted to fight. He leaned forward until he could brush his nose along her cheekbone. "You'll be giving me this every eve at sunset." "I won't." "Oh, My Dear." He gave her a lopsided grin. "You already gave me your word and if at any point you renege, I'm turning around and leaving you to it."

18 A Utilitarian Man

95 What He Does

SUMMARY: Kane Porter was as boring as his name implied. Of all the financial coordinators under me, he was the one least likely to be interesting on an intoxicated evening. Kane was quiet, well-mannered and nobody was friends with him. I was his boss and I got along well with everyone until I came across a problem. The account I'd been skimming from had a good hunk of change missing now. Not good. How could I have it investigated without flagging myself for the ten thousand dollars I'd 'borrowed'? There was only one thing I could do. Porter was a nice guy. He'd help me out. No one could be safer to ask... TEASER: Enjoy what? Watching me beg? That made my brown eyes snap with fury. "Do you know who you're talking to?" I hissed. "Careful pup, don't bite." He closed in on me to tower over me. "Hounds in heat shouldn't antagonize the big dog." I glared up at him. Catching that woodsy cologne again. And for some reason it was disorienting me now, combined with the rest of him. My eyes roved down over his frame, knowing now that he was wound with muscle and coated in sexy tattoos. "So, which am I?" I challenged. "A pup or the bitch in heat?" He dropped his face to me. "You tell me." I reared back. That'd sounded perilously close to a come on. From Porter? Okay, clearly, he's not at all who I thought he was. "I'm your boss!" "Not here you're not." He took another predatory step toward me, forcing me to retreat before he stepped on my foot. He chased my movements. "Here you're a small woman alone in the apartment of a man you hardly know. Asking him for favors when you never know what you're going to get." What am I going to get? I almost wanted to ask the question. Nearly dying with curiosity now. "What are you going to do?" I eyed that holster. "Shoot me?" He snorted. "Why would I do that?" He reached into his side pocket and lifted his fold handcuffs to tap them pointedly toward me. "When this could be sooo much more fun." "Porter!" "My name is Kane. Only people at Clark & Walker call me that." "But I-" "Kane." He cut me off. Walking past me. "If you want to keep talking to me, you're going to have to go with me. I have to get to work."

SUMMARY: We are immortals. The Forever Knights. I am a shapeshifter. Collared with a special pendant to be summoned by our alpha. She tried to steal it. But the last thing she expected was for me to turn the tables as soon as we were out of view of my party guests. But she was a thief, a liar, and an imposter. The only thing I wanted to steal from her was what remained of her dignity. And perhaps teach her that I'm not a simple man to steal from. With me there's always a consequence. And she'll pay this one with me between her pretty thighs. We'll see who's the thief then, Little Valkyrie... TEASER: Reaching down, Elsabet yanked the pendant loose from his hands. Sebastian's torn shoulders and arms offered little resistance. It was as the sun was cresting the ridge that she released her grip on him. Watching him fall. For just a moment, she wished she could take it back. He was courageous. Admirable in his fearlessness. A shame. Even in his shredded shirt with gold hair tousled, he'd been wildly handsome. She watched his strange expression as he looked up at her, dropping limply in a deadfall toward the trees far below. Totally calm...He was... peaceful. Bafflement marked her face. Making him fight the smile pulling at his lips. He gave her a chiding look. Angry at her choice. Or perhaps disappointed. Elsabet started to turn in flight, reluctant to see his human body crushed in the trees. Turning back from the body of water, she headed back toward LandingTown. As she turned something scintillating caught her eye. She glanced down and watched flashes of vibrant gold erupting from where he'd been falling. Only seconds passed but it seemed an eternity as something rising within the pink and purple hues of the morning sun, stole her breath. The rising sun shimmered like fire on the gold scales pouring over him in a layer of armor which clacked as it laid into place. Snapping together they interlaced over his shape as he lengthened and distorted. His body tore apart. Until finally the giant creature blew out of the mist. Massive and graceful in flight. Giant wings longer than hers, and more proportioned, were beautiful rather than terrifying. Its long neck unfolded. She looked down on a head covered in horns. Watching her attentively, it moved its wings twice and rose to where she hovered. Her wings stilling in shock, she nearly plummeted as she watched his shape shifting before her. Her body quaked as the rival rose to her height in only a few sweeping beats of his wings. His sharp teeth gritted in rage. And now the tables were turned.

63 Crunching

52 Interrogated by the Alpha

41 Safe Harbor

SUMMARY: I'd been lonely lately. Having accrued enough wealth to no longer need to go on the raids I was well off. Now I just needed a little slave girl to warm my bed. I'd considered a docile thing with a warm spot for me. But instead, I was intrigued by the spitfire commanding she'd not be touched. I saw her body and thought her too tiny but when I touched her, I wanted her. And what I want. I get. Afterall, I'm a wolf at heart. And a full moon is coming. She'll learn the way of things. One way or another. Chapter 1 Being stolen from my overprotective family while I was washing clothes at the lake was bad enough. But then to find out I was being exported to a foreign land to become a slave was even worse. And this country was full of every breed of man I could imagine. But of them all, I liked the fierce look of the huge redhead the least. The man was massive. And he was eying us like cattle. The voyage here had been bad enough. I'd heard other women screaming throughout the night and did my best to look like a child with my small frame. Hoping no one would guess that I was very much a woman grown. I'd learned over the years that if I kept my face down and my hair strung over it, my slim body could be mistaken for much younger as long as I wore oversized clothing. Which conveniently these slave tunics were. Making me seem utterly shapeless. *** "I won't be your slave!" I declared. Mardichi was amused. A five-foot-tall rabbit hurling words like they were rocks. "Won't ye?" "No!" I yanked at the men holding me. Making the chain between my shackled wrists rattle as I took what I intended to be a threatening step toward him. Trying to show he wouldn't command me. That I wasn't afraid of him. But I was terrified. He's the biggest creature I've ever seen. Bigger even then the men that'd dragged me away from the river back home and loaded me on the ship in chains. "Amusing." He drawled. The slave trader had a string of women on the line. Most of them prettier than me. Taller and more hearty. "Have one of them!" I ordered. Gesturing down the line. Which earned me some dark looks from the other women. It wasn't as though they'd been fond of me to begin with. I'd not been winning any popularity contests ever since they'd loaded me on the damn boat. But Mardichi was intrigued. Not following my gaze further down the line. His blue gaze locked on me. "I like a bit of fire." He rumbled. Not good. *** The rest of the women were cowering from him. Easing further away from me to try and avoid his attention. "He's huge." One remarked. "Look at him. You know he's a rough un'." Another woman whispered fearfully. They're right. Nearly eight foot tall he loomed. His ominous shadow casting me in shade. A scar running along his jaw companioned with his vibrant red hair and light blue eyes to make him quite striking. Like some sort of sorcerer. "Look at her." Mardichi gestured to me. "This tiny bird is fearless." He said on a chuckle. "Shouting what she will and willna do." The trader was relieved he wasn't appalled and nodded slowly. "She is a live one." Mardichi's brow furrowed as he eyed me thoughtfully. Red hair draping around his face in smooth waves. "Hold her." He drawled boredly. Approaching me in several long steps. *** Despite all my bold cries, I shivered when he drew close. In truth, I was afraid. Very afraid. Even more interesting to Mardichi was that I'd mustered enough courage to put on this belligerent façade when I was clearly small enough he could crush me. "Lass. If I want ye for a slave, I'll have ye. And if I want to fuck ye, ye can try and stop me." He grinned down at the little fruit fly. "You don't scare me!" I cried. Thinking just the opposite. "And you terrify me." He said boredly. Imitating my propensity for untruths in a mocking manner. He hooked a finger on the dirty, long white tunic I wore, same as all the slave girls. Pulling it out from my body to peer beneath it, he glimpsed pert white breasts tinged with large dark nipples. "Her breasts are small and she's too skinny." Mardichi complained to the trader. As his eyes still roved my flesh. Good. Move on. Please. "But formed well. Look at the curves!" The slave trader smacked my ass, making one buttock jiggle slightly. "And a tiny waist." The two guards held my upper arms apart, forcing me still despite my desperate struggles. The trader gripped my tiny waist from behind. Framing its narrow width in his hands. And making the tunic mold against me. Damn him! I whipped my head to glare at him. "Her breasts are nowhere near large enough to stroke my cock atween." Mardichi haggled down the price. "But pert and ripe for the pickin' nonetheless." The trader persuaded. Offering a lower cost but pointing out my finer features. "You just try!" I fought like a hellcat. "Either of you!" I looked at him. Turning up my chin impudently. "Is she tight?" Mardichi asked, vaguely intrigued. Tight? "Feel her." The trader offered. "The hell if you think so!" I fought harder. Managing to elbow one man. Unsure what they'd be feeling but unwilling to cooperate and find out. The huge slave trader shouted for more guards to come help until enough were there to hold me utterly immobilized. The trader crouched behind me and forced apart my squeezed thighs. "No! No!" I tossed my head. Mardichi drew up on me. Towering over me as his blue gaze roved my face intensely. My large green eyes narrowed up at him somewhere between pleading and warning. "Don't do it." "I do what I want. I've earned that." He hissed. Leaning to catch the bottom of my tunic, he fisted it and yanked it up to bare my pubic bone. Fortunately, he was positioned to block my privates from the rest of the gathered buyers. His other hand slid down between my pried open thighs and he sunk a single wide finger into my softness. I lurched forward and cried out. Tossing my body further back in objection. Trying to escape the sudden stretching so foreign to me. Mardichi swirled the finger inside me. Testing my tightness. "Very tight." He remarked appreciatively. He sunk his finger in more deeply and made a growling sound. Peering over my shoulder to meet the trader's look pointedly he gave a slight nod. Oh, no.

54 Last Chance