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A Bewitching Christmas

 

It has been seven years since Analette Dyson stopped practicing magic and
headed to New York, where she created a new life, complete with a fabulous
job, an apartment in Central Park West, and a sexy werewolf fiancé. She
never planned on returning to her small home town in Maine, but when she
learns her grandmother is ill, she decides to pop over for a visit and what
better time than Christmas? Excited for her fiancé to meet her family,
they head up a day early.

Worst idea ever!

After doing some last minute Christmas shopping, Analette returns to their
hotel to find her fiancé in bed with another woman. Cursing the
universe for her never ending bad luck with men and dreading telling her
family about her cheating fiancé, she heads to the bar to self
medicate.

Not one to celebrate the holidays, vampire and assassin, Cole McRae, has
followed a lead to a rustic town in witch territory. But after a few days of
research and waiting for his target to show, he begins to suspect he has
wasted his time. That is, until he meets a curvaceous blonde with bewitching
green eyes at the local bar. One night with the enchanting Analette could make
this useless trip well worth his time.

Their passion is undeniable and unbeknownst to them, their fates are
intertwined. Magic and romance will strike on Christmas, changing their lives
forever.

Surrender to the Chase

A year after the tragic death of his close friend and fellow assassin, Ethan
Halstead is ready to take up his sniper rifle once more. But his first
assignment is nothing he ever expected. Ethan must hunt and retrieve a
beautiful, spirited, alluring werewolf.

Knowing no other way to escape an arranged marriage, Fraya flees from her
pack. As she contemplates slipping across the border and heading to South
America, she is captured by a dangerously seductive vampire who plans on
escorting her back to her family. Even as Fraya vows to make Ethan’s
mission as difficult as possible, she can’t resist the riotous desire he
sparks within her.

But Ethan isn’t the only predator that pursues Fraya. A powerful rival
pack’s alpha wants to make her his mate. Will Ethan be able to keep
Fraya safe and return her to her pack? Or will he surrender to temptation and
claim Fraya as his own?

Wicked Passion

James Stonewoll is an Elite Assassin for the Under Realm Syndicate—an
expert hunter and merciless killer. As a former pirate, he thrives on danger,
the more perilous the mission, the better and he can’t resist his newest
contract: eliminate a rebel shape-shifting magic thief that stalks the border
of the Under Realm kidnapping and murdering innocent Others. But never did the
centuries old vampire anticipate playing hero to a mythical temptress with
luscious curves, tantalizing lips, and hypnotic eyes.

Captured and held prisoner, Katya Moro was trapped in a seemingly endless loop
of unimaginable agony as her magic was slowly being torn from her soul. A gasp
away from death, she is rescued by a sinful kiss and awakens in the strong
arms of a powerful warrior whose roguish smile, sharp fangs, and intense
strength unlock dormant instincts within her, an all-consuming madness that
demands complete surrender.

Gazing down at her, James knew he had to kill her. Dark Magic Wielders, like
the beautiful female he’d found, were a grave threat to human society
and were not permitted to roam the mortal world. But Katya’s smoky voice
and sweet kisses stir a fierce hunger inside him. She is unpredictable,
uncontrollable and wickedly seductive—his perfect kind of dangerous. To
keep her safe, James will protect her from the magic thieves that hunt her and
his fellow assassins until he can find a way to return Katya to her home in
the Under Realm.

Can Katya’s passion conquer the darkness within his soul?

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EXCERPT

Analette crossed to the bar and took up two seats, one for her, the other for her purse. The bartender sauntered her way. He was cute and looked familiar, but she couldn’t think of his name. It had been ages since she’d come home and after what she just witnessed, she wished she had stayed in New York.

She gave a heavy sigh. She had come to visit with her grandmother who, according to Analette’s mother, wasn’t doing well. Her health was fading and no one knew how many more holidays they would all have together. She had to shove aside her bad memories of this town and ignore her aversion to magic in order to come home. She had also hoped to introduce her soon-to-be-husband to her family, but that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon now she was single.

“Dyson? Analette Dyson?” the bartender asked.

She nodded. “And you?”

“Miles O’Malley. We went to high school together. Damn, it’s been a long time.”

“Not much has changed around here,” she said, trying her best not to sound miserable.

“Your sister told me you’re living in New York.”

“Yeah, I’ve been there for a couple of years now.” She had the perfect apartment in Central Park West, she worked as an editor for one of the top women’s health magazines in the nation, and up until an hour ago, she had the ideal fiancé. “I’m just in town for the holiday.”

“That’s good. I’m sorry to hear about your grandmother.”

“Thank you.”

“Well, what would you like?” Miles asked.

“Great question.”

Analette had quickly learned in college that she wasn’t much of a drinker, but tonight she would make an exception. She glanced over her shoulder at the table of obnoxiously loud young women. They each had some type of colorful, fruity drink with tiny umbrellas.

No, thank you. However, I could use a tropical getaway right about now.

The men on the opposite end of the bar were nursing bottles of beer, not her thing either. Finally, her gaze fell on the lone man a few seats down. His shoulders were slumped and he leaned over the bar top, his eyes fixed on his glass. She could tell he was tall, despite his posture, his legs were long, his back broad. He seemed so out of place, with his rough, dangerous biker look. She wondered how she hadn’t noticed him when she first came in. He was hard to miss. His profile was strong, with a square stern jawline, a Roman nose, which looked like it had been broken at least once before, and prominent cheekbones. He had short, dark hair that he wore swept back.

I’d like to have him; she thought then shook her head. “I’ll have a vodka tonic with a little lime.”

Miles quickly made her drink then went to sweep the floor by the door; customers had been tracking in snow.

Analette took a sip and gave an unladylike cough.

“You’ve got to learn to love the burn,” the man said with a deep chuckle.

Once her eyes stopped watering she replied, “Obviously, I don’t drink.”

He took a swig before turning toward her.

Holy, hell! A gasp escaped her lips. The man was not just handsome, he was knockout gorgeous. He had a face and a mischievous smile that would make any woman melt and his eyes were an impossible shade of ice blue.

Was he here alone? She doubted it. Men like him were never single, unless…Oh, God, please don’t let him turn out to be a serial killer.

“Rough day?”

She took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled before taking another sip. “One of the worst days of my life.”

He raised his glass and said, “Here’s to self-medicating,” then tossed the Scotch back. She cheered and polished off her vodka with one straight shot. Her face scrunched up, the alcohol stung her throat. “I’d like to buy the lady another,” he called.

Miles returned and made up another drink for her.

“It’s all right. I’ve got it,” she insisted.

Ignoring her protests, he told Miles, “Add the rest of her drinks to my tab.”

“That isn’t necessary.”

“I was planning on drinking alone. This way, I can enjoy your company.” He extended his hand. “Cole.”

She hesitantly reached out. “Analette, but you can call me Ana.”

About the Author

Amanda J. Greene

Amanda J. Greene is the author of the captivating Rulers of Darkness and
enticing Under Realm Assassins series. Fans of Nalini Singh’s, Gena
Showalter, and J.R. Ward will fall in love with Ms. Greene’s dangerously
sexy heroes and strong, kick your teeth in heroines.

Within the chaos of life she finds time to write and create detailed worlds
with exciting characters for her ravenous readers.

“Amanda’s vampires are seriously sexy and I can’t get enough!” – Kristina’s
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“Fans of Nalini Singh’s Psy/Changeling series, Gena Showalter’s
Lords of the Underworld, and J.R. Ward’s BDB are in for a treat…” –
VampBard review of Caressed by a Crimson Moon on That’s What I’m Talking About

 

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Date Published: August 1, 2025

Publisher: Changeling Press

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Memphis, Tennessee. The Russian mob has declared war on the MPD, leaving a
team of dead cops in their wake, and the city of Memphis caught in their
crossfire.

Stakeout (Memphis Heat 1)
Jarod took a bullet to the chest. But he
didn’t die. While he was bleeding out, he was bitten. By a werewolf. Now
he can smell his partner’s attraction, but his bite didn’t exactly
come with instructions. Two partners who always have each other’s backs
share everything — but the one thing they need to share the most.
Streetwise (Memphis Heat 2)
When Officer Butch Carson and his rookie
trainee, Regan “Sundance” O’Malley, are caught between the
MPD and the Russians, they have no one they can turn to but each other. The
more they learn about being werewolves, the tighter their own bond becomes.
And the more determined they are to stop the assassins who nearly added them
to the growing list of victims.
Strikeforce (Memphis Heat 3)
Lt. Jamie Callahan’s convinced
there’s a mole in their pack, and he and his new partner must figure out
who set them up — and who’s responsible for the deaths of their former
lieutenants.
Takedown (Memphis Heat 4)
Two packs fight for the heart of the city. The
Russian mob and the MPD stand at odds, the city of Memphis caught in the
middle. The new Alphas plan to leave their enemies in the dust. But it’s
their friends they should be watching out for.

When the final takedown comes, there will only be one Alpha standing.

 

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“You’re a real asshole, you know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, dear,” Jarod answered with a suppressed chuckle in his tone.

She was going to smack him any moment now. “That. That right there. That’s the
reason you’re paying alimony to two ex-wives. Fuck you and your yes, dear.
I’ve had shorter dry spells between engagements. I. Need. To. Fuck. Now!”

“You’re just bored.”

Belle squirmed in her chair, practically grinding her pussy against the worn
upholstery. “No shit. What gave it away?”

“Told you not to come. ADD and stakeouts don’t go well together.”

She pointed the butt of her service revolver at him, resisting the urge to
throw it. “Somebody has to watch your back. Besides. You used to be better at
keeping me distracted.”

A sideways grin quirked his face. “We used to have… interesting… ways of
keeping ourselves entertained, didn’t we? Not exactly professional, but…”

“Used to being the operative phrase here. What the hell is wrong with you,
anyway?”

“Wrong with me? I got shot, remember?”

As if she could forget. “Yeah. And by all reports you should have died. But
you didn’t. And ever since you’ve been treating me like…”

“I’m trying to act like a professional. I’ve been treating you like a cop.
Like my partner.”

He attempted to look offended at that. Nearly pulled it off. Professional, my
ass. “We were a hell of a lot more than just partners, Jarod. You can’t deny
that.”

“Yeah, well, maybe if I’d been acting a little more like a cop and a lot less
like your lover, we wouldn’t have been in a position where you could have
gotten killed.” The bitterness in his tone surprised her.

She kept her voice low and steady, bottling up the frustrated anger that
threatened to overwhelm her. “I wasn’t the one who got shot, Jarod.”

“Could have. Could have been you first up that alley, just as easy as me. And
it would have been my fault.”

This argument was getting them nowhere. Damn it, she was horny as hell and he
was right there! “Shut up and fuck me –” she reached for her police baton —
“Or I’ll do it myself.”

Binoculars focused on the dilapidated warehouse across the street, he didn’t
even glance her way. “Go ahead.”

Did he think she wouldn’t? Staring at Jarod’s lovely backside, Belle unzipped
her jeans and shimmied them down her hips enough to give herself access to her
pussy lips. It was his own fault. He was tall, handsome, built and reasonably
single, if you didn’t count the excess baggage, but she still might have
resisted — if he didn’t smell like liquid sex poured into a cop suit. She
wanted to reach over, undo his belt, and suck his cock right down to the root.
Then they’d see how professional he could be. Fuckhead.

With that thought Belle kicked the jeans the rest of the way off and switched
the baton around so the handle lined up with her pussy. With one thrust she
impaled herself right down to the crossbar.

Fucker. If he didn’t get off on that, he was gay.

“Shit, Belle! What the hell are you doing?”

“We’re undercover. Normal people do not sit in sleazy, run-down motels next to
vacant buildings for hours at a time and stare at locked doors. Only reason to
be here is to fuck.”

As if he’d suddenly gotten into the spirit of things, Jarod reached out and
grabbed her shoulders, throwing her against the window. His mouth found the
juncture of her neck and shoulder, and he bit down with more aggression that
she was used to from him, but she was so horny, she didn’t give a shit.

He yanked her head back, and his mouth found hers in a jaw-breaking kiss
before he broke away, pushing her back. “You wanna play? Fine. Your turn to
watch the Russians.” He pulled her closer and spun her around. She braced her
hands on the dirty plate glass window…

 

About the Author

Marteeka Karland is an international bestselling author who leads a double
life as an erotic romance author by evening and a semi-domesticated housewife
by day. Known for her down and dirty MC romances, Marteeka takes pleasure in
spinning tales of tenacious, protective heroes and spirited, vulnerable
heroines. She staunchly advocates that every character deserves a blissful
ending, even, sometimes, the villains in her narratives. Her writings are
speckled with intense, raw elements resulting in page-turning delight entwined
with seductive escapades leading up to gratifying conclusions that elicit a
sigh from her readers.

Away from the pen, Marteeka finds joy in baking and supporting her husband
with their gardening activities. The late summer season is set aside for
preserving the delightful harvest that springs from their combined efforts
(which is mostly his efforts, but you can count it). To stay updated with
Marteeka’s latest adventures and forthcoming books, make sure to visit her
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A Bewitching Christmas

It has been seven years since Analette Dyson stopped practicing magic and
headed to New York, where she created a new life, complete with a fabulous
job, an apartment in Central Park West, and a sexy werewolf fiancé. She
never planned on returning to her small home town in Maine, but when she
learns her grandmother is ill, she decides to pop over for a visit and what
better time than Christmas? Excited for her fiancé to meet her family,
they head up a day early.

Worst idea ever!

After doing some last minute Christmas shopping, Analette returns to their
hotel to find her fiancé in bed with another woman. Cursing the
universe for her never ending bad luck with men and dreading telling her
family about her cheating fiancé, she heads to the bar to self
medicate.

Not one to celebrate the holidays, vampire and assassin, Cole McRae, has
followed a lead to a rustic town in witch territory. But after a few days of
research and waiting for his target to show, he begins to suspect he has
wasted his time. That is, until he meets a curvaceous blonde with bewitching
green eyes at the local bar. One night with the enchanting Analette could make
this useless trip well worth his time.

Their passion is undeniable and unbeknownst to them, their fates are
intertwined. Magic and romance will strike on Christmas, changing their lives
forever.

Surrender to the Chase

A year after the tragic death of his close friend and fellow assassin, Ethan
Halstead is ready to take up his sniper rifle once more. But his first
assignment is nothing he ever expected. Ethan must hunt and retrieve a
beautiful, spirited, alluring werewolf.

Knowing no other way to escape an arranged marriage, Fraya flees from her
pack. As she contemplates slipping across the border and heading to South
America, she is captured by a dangerously seductive vampire who plans on
escorting her back to her family. Even as Fraya vows to make Ethan’s
mission as difficult as possible, she can’t resist the riotous desire he
sparks within her.

But Ethan isn’t the only predator that pursues Fraya. A powerful rival
pack’s alpha wants to make her his mate. Will Ethan be able to keep
Fraya safe and return her to her pack? Or will he surrender to temptation and
claim Fraya as his own?

Wicked Passion

James Stonewoll is an Elite Assassin for the Under Realm Syndicate—an
expert hunter and merciless killer. As a former pirate, he thrives on danger,
the more perilous the mission, the better and he can’t resist his newest
contract: eliminate a rebel shape-shifting magic thief that stalks the border
of the Under Realm kidnapping and murdering innocent Others. But never did the
centuries old vampire anticipate playing hero to a mythical temptress with
luscious curves, tantalizing lips, and hypnotic eyes.

Captured and held prisoner, Katya Moro was trapped in a seemingly endless loop
of unimaginable agony as her magic was slowly being torn from her soul. A gasp
away from death, she is rescued by a sinful kiss and awakens in the strong
arms of a powerful warrior whose roguish smile, sharp fangs, and intense
strength unlock dormant instincts within her, an all-consuming madness that
demands complete surrender.

Gazing down at her, James knew he had to kill her. Dark Magic Wielders, like
the beautiful female he’d found, were a grave threat to human society
and were not permitted to roam the mortal world. But Katya’s smoky voice
and sweet kisses stir a fierce hunger inside him. She is unpredictable,
uncontrollable and wickedly seductive—his perfect kind of dangerous. To
keep her safe, James will protect her from the magic thieves that hunt her and
his fellow assassins until he can find a way to return Katya to her home in
the Under Realm.

Can Katya’s passion conquer the darkness within his soul?

 

About the Author

Amanda J. Greene
Amanda J. Greene is the author of the captivating Rulers of Darkness and
enticing Under Realm Assassins series. Fans of Nalini Singh’s, Gena
Showalter, and J.R. Ward will fall in love with Ms. Greene’s dangerously
sexy heroes and strong, kick your teeth in heroines.

Within the chaos of life she finds time to write and create detailed worlds
with exciting characters for her ravenous readers.

“Amanda’s vampires are seriously sexy and I can’t get enough!” – Kristina’s
Books & More

“Fans of Nalini Singh’s Psy/Changeling series, Gena Showalter’s
Lords of the Underworld, and J.R. Ward’s BDB are in for a treat…” –
VampBard review of Caressed by a Crimson Moon on That’s What I’m Talking About

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Date Published: July 4, 2025

 

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A Huldra and a human collide in the forest…

Hunter came to Eerie to give up on his life. Nothing’s gone right and
he’s ready to quit. Then he sees the most beautiful woman in the world,
but she wants him dead. Talk about bad luck. Until he meets Annika, a Huldra
— a Norse protector – and the woman he can’t seem to forget.

Unlike her twin sister Runa, who wants only to destroy, Annika is a nurturing
spirit. The moment she sees Hunter she has to save him from her homicidal
sister. He’s too pretty to kill, but he’s got a secret. He’s
not solely human, although he doesn’t know what paranormal blood runs
through his veins.

If he can survive Runa’s wrath, the scars of his past, and allow himself
to have a future with Annika, he might find the best things in life
aren’t exactly what they seem — they’re better.

 

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“I’ve had enough.” Hunter Hallahan drove past the line
separating the town boundary of Eerie from the rest of the world. To anyone
who didn’t have a drop of paranormal blood, the road went through
untouched woodlands. Unlike most beings, he had the very cells permitting him
to be there — paranormal blood. More specifically, shifter blood. By the time
he’d cropped up on the family tree, the strain of paranormal magic
coming down to him had been diluted enough he wasn’t able to shift.

Didn’t matter to him.

He had the keen senses of the wolf — sharp hearing, keen eyesight, a sixth
sense to detect danger, and lightning-fast reflexes. His abilities to read
other beings had served him well. They had in the past.

Not now.

He’d read Sally so wrong. He’d thought she loved him. Thought she
wanted to be together forever. All she’d wanted was a boyfriend for now.
He flexed his hands on the steering wheel and drove straight to the woods. His
eyes burned from shedding too many tears over her. Her words burned into his
brain.


“Oh, honey. You’re good for now, but you’re not marriage
material. You’re a mongrel.”

How could someone say those things?

No, he knew how they could. She wanted to get back at her now-fiancé.
Making him jealous got her a bigger diamond. Got her attention. Got her the
house in the suburbs with the large yard and the chance at having kids.

He’d never be able to give her children.

He turned onto the gravel road leading deeper into the woods.

When he’d set out for Eerie, he hadn’t planned on going to the
forest, but the second he crossed the city limits, he’d been drawn here.
He couldn’t even explain it. Like the car was being driven by itself.

Impossible.

Yes, he had magic, and Eerie was full of spells, magic and everything else
paranormal, but the car wasn’t driving itself. He wasn’t rich
enough to have one of those vehicles. This was something different.

Something stronger.

He continued farther into the woods, shocked by the darkness. This
wasn’t his first time venturing into the forests of Eerie. The area that
hid the town appeared to be only a few hundred acres on a map. But that was
the magic of Eerie. It might not appear big, but once one started exploring,
the place was huge.

As he drove, he noticed a woman walking among the trees. Seeing someone in the
woods wasn’t strange. The fact the woman wore a filmy dress and had
flowing blonde hair was the eye-catching part. He slowed his pace and cast a
longer glance at her. Her pale skin practically seemed transparent. Gods, if a
stiff breeze blew through, she’d fall over. She had no meat on her
bones.

Some might find her gorgeous. She had that stick-thin look going for her, with
more bones than curves. She cut a striking figure among the trees.

He liked women with a little more curve.

The woman rushed up to him. “Come to me.”

Part of him wanted to. Just stop the vehicle, leave, and follow her. The
rational part of his brain refused to comply. This had to be a spell. Had to
be something to bring him to his doom.

Except he’d initially set out for Eerie with the plan to end his life.
He’d thought that was what he wanted, but he’d never followed
through with his spur-of-the-moment intentions. Gods, he’d loved Sally,
but she wasn’t worth him doing something so drastic. Never had been.

The woman stopped in front of his car and pointed to him, then crooked her
finger. “Come with me.”

He flicked the button to lock the car. Why in Hades had he done that? If this
was magic, she could come into his vehicle despite the damn locks.

“Come with me,” she repeated. Then the woman winked.

As she did, he collided with something hard. Not just hard, but immediate. He
rocked forward, smacking his face into the airbag. The wind rushed from his
lungs, and he groaned. His limbs ached. What in Hades had just happened?

He blinked to clear his vision. Smoke wafted through the air and the bag
deflated.

“Odin’s sake.” The door opened and a person reached into the
car.

When he looked at the speaker, his blood chilled. “You’re
determined to get me to come with you.” The woman who’d pointed to
him was yanking him from the vehicle. “I’m not going with
you.”

“If you know what’s good for you, you will.” The woman,
almost too thin to be manhandling him, tugged him free of the seat belt.
“You’re dying, you fool.”

“Dying?” He’d come to the woods to do himself in but
hadn’t wanted to — not for real. “How?”

“You hit the fucking tree.” She hauled him against her body.
“Come on. Use your legs — or are they broken?”

“I don’t know.” His brain swam. “I’ve got to be
concussed.”

“Probably.” She grunted, then tossed him against the side of the
car. She waved her hand across his forehead and spoke words he couldn’t
understand. Her brow crinkled and her green eyes flashed. Her mouth twisted
into a frown. “Can you walk now?”

He hadn’t bothered to try. He stared at her. She looked a lot like the
woman who’d called to him, yet nothing like her. After a moment, his
brain cooperated, and he forced his legs to move. “Yes,” he
managed. He allowed her to slide her arm around him. “What
happened?”

“I’ll explain in a moment.” She fumbled across the
underbrush to a large tree. When she knocked on the tree, a hunk of the bark
opened like a door. “In here.” She didn’t give him a chance
to argue. Instead, she shoved him into the tree before closing the door behind
her.

“What’s going on?” He leaned against the wall.
“I’m so confused. I’ve got to be concussed.”

“You probably are.” She raked her hair back from her face.
“You’d better thank your lucky stars I got there in time.”

“Why?” He understood so little.

“That woman who called to you? That’s my twin sister,” she
said. “That’s some bad magic you don’t want to mix yourself
up in.”

“Jealous?” He’d tried for a bad joke, but it hadn’t
worked. “I’m sorry. I don’t get it.”

She flipped a switch, sending light across the space. “Here.” She
helped him to a chair. She knelt in front of him, then stared at him before
tipping her head. “I get it.”

“I’m glad you do, because I don’t.” He didn’t
like riddles or misdirects. “What’s going on?”

“You crashed your car into a tree.”

“I did? I didn’t see anything in front of me.” He’d
destroyed his car? Fuck.

“That was the point.”

“What?”

She sighed and folded her arms before sitting back on her heels. “What
brought you to Eerie? You’re here, so you must have magic. Why are you
here?”

 

 

About the Author

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of
more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since
2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and
paranormal to LGBTQ and white hot themes. No matter what the length, her works
are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a
second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been nominated at
the LRC for Best Author, Best Contemporary, Best Ménage, Best BDSM and
Best Anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on various
e-tailer sites.

When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as
well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but
football is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends
of the Keystone-LaGrange Public library.

 

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LGBTQ, Paranormal Romance, Shifters

Date Published: June 27, 2025

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Gilbert Sullivan, crown prince of the basilisks, hates his name, but he
fears the rhyme may be prophecy.

 

 

Rhyme of Longing (Jack & Gil 1): When Prince Gilbert Sullivan meets Jack
Sowerby, the new head of SearchLight, his attraction won’t let him stay
away. Jack’s need for Prince Gilbert blossoms and he’s unable to
resist — until he’s forcibly changed into a magical creature. Will
their shattered relationship ever be restored?

Rhyme of Longing (Jack & Gil 2)

Jack is falling apart, but no one seems to notice. As Jack withdraws, the tide
of war rises. Jack must find a way to regain his strength and determination or
SearchLight will fall. And he’s convinced he must do it alone.

Rhyme of Love (Jack & Gil 3)

Gil struggles to hide his loss of status from Jack, but when he finally
confesses, Jack blurts out his secret. Jack knows he screwed up. Well, almost.
Running the risk of losing Gil, Jack must learn to lie convincingly, or
he’ll lose SearchLight, his life, and Gil, as well.

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Excerpt from Rhyme of Longing

 

Jack wanted so badly to be done with this night that he felt uncomfortable in
his skin. That was not the proper way to begin thinking about his sixty-eighth
birthday, his five-year anniversary as the head of SearchLight Academy. This
was a party for both those things but no one said “no” to Agent
Weinberg.

Not necessarily the most powerful magical being in the world, she was still
the head of the entire organization. Even though she held the nominal title of
“head of Public Relations,” SearchLight’s whole reason for
existing was to protect the relationship between magical and nonmagical
peoples. Which was, of course, officially, no relationship at all. SearchLight
was a secret and must remain so.

The influence she held would make most magical creatures bow in submission.
Jack, being merely human, was suitably impressed. And although as yet not
cowed, he was too fond of his life to waste it needlessly. Not that Agent
Weinberg had killed anyone. Recently.

Jack took a deep breath in through his nose as the limousine pulled up to the
curb. He’d been commanded to take this limo and the implicit service of
a driver, and although he hadn’t enjoyed it particularly, he was glad
that he hadn’t needed to find a place to park in downtown Washington,
DC. So, unsure if he was supposed to tip the driver but wanting to show his
appreciation, he stepped around to the driver’s side after the car was
parked at the curb and offered the person behind the wheel, whom, his
telepathic sense, told him wasn’t human, ten dollars.

“Would you be trying to bribe me to take you home, Agent Sowerby?”

Jack saw the humor in the green eyes turned up to his and smiled. “Never
in life,” he told the Irish-sounding sprite or Faery or leprechaun.
Damn, sometimes he wished for a werewolf’s sense of smell so he’d
know the magical creatures around him at once.

“You’re a good man, Agent Sowerby. Don’t let her bully you
now.” And with that, he winked and rolled up his window. Jack stepped
around the car to the sidewalk and watched the limo drive away.

“Hey there.” The voice was soft, lightly accented, and full of a
syrupy, sarcastic undertone that put Jack’s hackles up. He turned more
slowly than he could have, wanting to appear older and so less threatening. He
gazed at the three people facing him and saw they were all armed.

He was aware of others watching from the doorway of the restaurant but knew
they wouldn’t intercede unless it became obvious he couldn’t
handle himself. That was one thing about Agent Weinberg he didn’t like
much. She believed in the “sink or swim” philosophy.

The woman who’d spoken was smiling in a particularly condescending way.
“Got a handout for me?” She twirled the knife in her right hand as
she reached out with her left for the ten spot Jack still held.

Jack offered it, keeping a good distance from her, forcing her to step forward
to take the bill. He was aware of the other two moving to flank him. He
disliked using his telepathic sense against what he considered to be
defenseless people, magical or mundane, and yet he wouldn’t risk his own
life to preserve theirs. “I suggest you take this and be on your
way,” he said softly, putting a slight psychic push into the words. He
blanketed the area with his calming presence, lacking the ability to focus on
more than two people at once. Both of the men who’d been flanking him
stopped. One of them shook his head but the other was definitely under
Jack’s control.

“Back off,” Jack said and watched the woman lower her knife a
little.

She snatched at the bill and her knife hand flicked upward.

Jack dropped the ten spot and caught her wrist. The knife’s blade
skidded across the waterproof material of his trench coat. He forced her to
drop the knife as he said, “Go away.”

The man under his control turned and fled. But the other lunged at Jack.
Yanking the woman close, Jack used her as a shield. The other man’s
blade slid between her ribs. He swore, stumbling back, and lost his grip on
his knife. As he turned to flee, Jack lowered the woman to the ground. He
shouted, “Someone call nine-one-one.”

Someone joined him out on the sidewalk. It wasn’t Agent Weinberg. It
wasn’t a SearchLight agent he knew. There was regal bearing in the
other’s posture as he crouched beside Jack. “Let me heal
her.”

Jack didn’t protest, although he did skate his telepathic sense outward
to determine if this was a magical creature. The fact that he’d said
“heal” rather than “help” argued for him not being
human. He came into contact with an impenetrable psychic wall and winced as
his telepathic sense bounced off. Well, there weren’t all that many
humans who could resist even his most casual reach. Ergo, this was a magical
creature.

Jack nodded and said, “Go ahead.” He retreated inside his own head
and as he pulled out his cell phone, unwilling to trust to others to call for
help, he watched the broad-shouldered male beside him spit into his hand and
press the palm against the wound even as he pulled the knife free.


Dragon,
Jack thought. Dragons could heal with their saliva or a blood
exchange. But this wasn’t a dragon Jack knew.

 

About the Author

Emily Carrington is a multipublished author of male/male and transgender
women’s speculative fiction. Seeking a world made of equality, she
created SearchLight to live out her dreams. But even SearchLight has its
problems, and Emily is looking forward to working all of these out with a host
of characters from dragons and genies to psychic vampires. And in the
contemporary world she’s named “Sticks & Stones,” Emily
has vowed to create small towns where prejudice is challenged by a passionate
quest for equality. Find her on Facebook at Shapeshifter Central or on her
website.

 

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