Sunday, September 30, 2018

Book Spotlight on Starship Lovers by Cree Storm

Fans of Transformers will be drawn to this sci-fi tale of men who can turn into machines while readers will be captivated by the connection between a soldier and the man who gets caught up in a dangerous war.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Starship Lovers by Cree Storm, the second installment in the Defense Troopers series, then add this scorching m/m romance to your bookshelf too!

The day Marty met the Defense Troopers is the day his life had changed forever. Men that could shift into machines…insane, but true. After fixing their device that allowed them to fully shift into bigger and better weapons, Marty was a wanted man…by the enemy. If he could fix the Defense Troopers battle capacitator then the enemy knew he could fix theirs.
Faruke is a Defense Trooper and second in command, it was his job to make people fear him…well that is until he met Marty. The other half to his soul. Now for the first time he was afraid. One of the most evil of his planet was after his mate and Faruke would do anything to keep his mate alive and safe from harm…even if it meant his own death.


The door opened, and Bryton walked into the room carrying a tray. “Hey, Pops thought you might be hungry.”
Marty started to shake his head, but Bryton wasn’t about to hear it, “You will eat it, or I will get my man to hold you down as I puree it and pour it down your throat.”
“You know you really have an attitude. I would think with all that sex you’re having, you would be… I don’t know… skipping around singing Zipadeedoodah or something.” Marty said as he sat down and placed the tray on the side table.
Swirling his hips, Bryton countered, “I’m more the Pitbull and DJ Kass doing the Scooby Doo Pa Pa.”
Marty picked up his roast beef sandwich and took a bite. Bryton walked over to Faruke, “You know, he looks so innocent and sweet when he sleeps. Yet, when he opens his mouth he’s like that Alien creature which spits acid.”
“God, Bryton, why do you have to be such an ass. The man almost died.” Marty hissed.
“And if I recall, it was me who kept it from happening. Somehow I think I’m going to regret it.” Bryton muttered.
Marty snorted as he finished half of the sandwich, took a drink, then said, “This coming from the man who said he needed Faruke to live so he could have someone who could almost match him in sarcasm wars.”
Bryton shrugged, “I’m not the one who promised him dates if he lived.”
Marty felt his stomach knot and feared that half of his roast beef sandwich was going to come back up.
“What’s going on with you?” Bryton asked.
Marty looked at Faruke carding his fingers in his dark black hair. The man was so fucking gorgeous. He was so tall and had muscles on top of muscles and those eyes… son of a bitch, Marty could look into those turquoise orbs for days on end and never get tired of it.
“You really like him, don’t you, Marty?” Bryton softly asked.
Sighing, Marty replied, “I can be standing clear across the room and just a look from him makes me hard as a rock, Bry. I don’t understand it. He is so not my type. He always seems angry. He snaps orders instead of asks. He thinks he can tell me what to do all the time. He’s just not the kind of guy I would look twice at no matter how sexy he is.”
“I don’t think he’s angry as much as frustrated and pissed. Valkin said that he and Marston were best friends. The three of them used to do everything together and the day that Marston showed his true colors, he killed two of Faruke’s guys and damn near killed him too. Then you have to add in the fact that they had to leave the only home they have ever known, leaving behind their friends, family… it just can’t be easy.”
Marty nodded, stood up and turned to Bryton. “I just don’t know. I don’t understand any of this. How did we go from two average guys trying to live in an average world, to trying to save the world with men from outer space who can shift into machines?”
Bryton snickered, “Well it did liven up our lives, that’s for sure.”
“Bryton, I’m serious. What do we know about any of this? Did you see the size of those men who attacked this place?” Marty asked in awe.
“Marty, our side is just as big and if you remember correctly, we kicked ass too. They didn’t leave here unscathed. You were amazing coming up with those machines to help Valkin and the others fight off Marston and his men.
Faruke suddenly made a sound. Marty quickly turned to see those beautiful eyes looking at him.



Saturday, September 29, 2018

Book Tour for Whiskey Sour by Nazarea Andrews (REVIEW)

Fans of ménage romances will find themselves drawn to this tale of two friends who form a scorching connection to the neighbor next door in a healing journey to HEA.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Whiskey Sour by Nazarea Andrews, along with my impressions of it.  Once you’ve been fully tempted by this fourth installment in the River Street Bar series make sure to add this scorching tale to your bookshelf!

Calvin Landers is a mess.
He has a great job and a steady string of men and women in his bed, and has been in love with the same couple for so long he can't remember a time when he wasn't. Coming off fresh heartbreak, he's ready to move on, to give up on romance and sex altogether and moves in with his best friend, Davis, while he looks for something more permanent and tries to figure out what the hell he's doing with his life.
Ava Liu isn't looking for anything more than something to distract her from the book she's supposed to be translating. Something to distract her from why the hell she's in River City in the first place. But the boys who share a fence are more than a little distracting and pushy, when they realize just how much Ava needs someone--and how much they all need each other.
Sometimes life happens just when you stop looking.



It’s a scorching tale of heartbreak, healing, and decadent delights found amongst the pages of this contemporary ménage romance that brings readers back to River City.  Friends become lovers while neighbors become even more in a tale that balances matters of the heart and the mind.  Familiar faces also show up to help this trio move past their pain to find happiness in each other’s arms while bringing a blush to your cheeks courtesy of erotically-charged encounters.

Cal’s a firefighter who was happy in his relationship with a married couple.  Even though it was a secret he was content in being a part of their lives and now feels lost after being dumped by them.  After wallowing in self-pity though he’s finally ready to move on and decides to do so with his best friend by his side.  The moment Davis moves in is the moment life changes irrevocably for him as well as his friend and new neighbor.  As the three of them form an unexpected connection, they’ll have to confront their pasts and the feelings that have been holding them back if they have any hope of making a future.  Cal’s a likable character who just wants to be loved.  Though his last relationship kept him as a dirty little secret, it was still satisfying enough for him as he just wants to belong to someone.  My heart broke for him when he was dumped, but I was still frustrated by him at times throughout this story as his fears had him holding back and hurting those who love him most.  With happiness staring him right in the face I desperately wanted him to grab for it much faster.

Davis has problems of his own too.  He has a stalker and decides that the invitation to move in with Cal thousands of miles away is the perfect solution to it.  Being in such close quarters with his best friend creates all sorts of new problems though as the feelings he’s had for him for years become a lot harder to keep hidden.  It’s a tentative dance the two of them engage in to become more than friends, a dance that gets interrupted the moment they meet their new neighbor.  Davis is immediately drawn to Ava, a woman with some serious issues, and it’s a gentle hand he lends her in friendship before moving on to more.  Davis seems like the glue that holds this trio together.  He was the one always willing to put his heart on the line and the one that brought all of them together and it made me like him all the more.

Ava’s a unique heroine with issues that made her a memorable heroine amongst all the ones I’ve read.  She suffers from agoraphobia and hasn’t left her house in years.  Her friend brings her the necessities of life, but it’s clear that she’s lonely and it fuels her scorching instantaneous connection to Davis.  They start out as friends but soon become more in a relationship that’s all-encompassing as Ava is fully accepting of Cal and Davis having a strong connection already which makes their menage even more believable.  Ava’s a likable heroine, one that I ached for as she had very low self-esteem and panic attacks over her past.  Being with the boys was a balm to her soul though and I cheered her becoming stronger in their presence.

This was an engaging read from the very first page to the last.  It was a scorching tale that beautifully balanced the healing power of love and friendship with interludes that set my tablet on fire.  Ava and Davis were the highlights for me, the ones most open to being together, while Cal‘s fears over again being the ”odd man out” had him holding back which dimmed my overall enjoyment. Along with this trio working through their emotional issues was a bit of suspense all set in a small town that reintroduces readers to characters from past books. I enjoyed the update on these characters and the sense of family their presence engendered.  On a whole this was a satisfying read with appealing characters that stands strongly on its own but it will quickly have you wanting to read the other books in this series too!

My rating for this is a B+

*I got this book from the author for review in exchange for my honest opinion.


FIREBALL (Book #1)

RUSTY NAIL (Book #2)

SLOE SCREW (Book #3)


Nazarea Andrews (to almost everyone) is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. Which means she writes everything from zombies and dystopia to contemporary love stories.
When not writing, she can most often be found driving her kids to practice and burning dinner while she reads, or binge watching TV shows on Netflix. N loves chocolate, wine, and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids.
N is a self-professed geek and enjoys spending her spare time lost in her favorite fandoms and can often be found babbling about them on social media.
She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, spoiled cat and overgrown dog. She is the author of World Without End series, Neverland Found, Edge of the Falls, and The University of Branton Series. Stop by to see her on twitter and tell her what fantastic book she should read next.


Book Spotlight on Just This Once by Mira Lyn Kelly (GIVEAWAY)

When friends become roommates hidden feelings come bubbling to the surface in this romance full of temptations.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Just This Once by Mira Lyn Kelly, then start counting down the days until this book releases on October 2nd.  In honor of this third installment in The Wedding Date series make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win 1 of 5 copies of the previous book in this series too!

He can’t have her.
So he moves in with her...
What could possibly go wrong?
As heir to a chain of luxury hotels, Sean Wyse III always gets what he wants. So when he sees a freeloading roommate taking advantage of his spunky best friend, Molly Brandt, he doesn’t hesitate to step in. He kicks out the roommate…and moves himself in.
Molly loves quality time with Sean, but spending nights with him one wall away threatens to wake the crush she thought she’d gotten over. A crush Sean knows nothing about, which might be a problem…considering how hard Sean’s been working never to think of Molly that way.


Not good.
That was Molly’s first coherent thought when she woke to the sound of the front door closing and Sean’s keys landing on the table as he walked into the apartment. The issue wasn’t that she’d been woken before she was ready—it was already after ten—or that she’d slept in her clothes, or even that she had no memory of anything past leaving Belfast the night before. No, it was SeanAnd more specifically, the dream she’d had about him. And her. Together.
The dirty, dirty sex dream.
Which was very bad, because it had been years since she’d suffered anything more than the occasional stray below-the-buckle thought about the guy who was without question her best friend in the world and just happened to think of her as the little sister he’d never had.
And this infraction wasn’t just some wayward thought either. It wasn’t lingering in one of his big bear hugs a second too long because it felt right for all the wrong reasons. It wasn’t a fleeting pinch of jealousy when she was flipping through the paper and happened across a photo of him with Valerie on his arm. That stuff was harmless and didn’t take more than a second to shake loose from her head. It wasn’t even the XXX rating her nocturnal wanderings had scored.
No. The real trouble had been all the non-porny stuff that had been there too. The quiet moment before that dirty business in the shower. The way his hand lingered at the small of her back when they walked, the press of his kiss at the top of her head, how she’d felt when Sean was above her, his dark-brown eyes searching hers.
The thing of it was, those moments were already hers—only in this dream, every touch and look and whisper had been infused with that essential something her real-life interactions with Sean had always lacked. The dream had breathed new life into the ideas she’d finally managed to put down more than five years ago, and now she was stuck with this heart-pounding, butterfly-belly sensation as she caught her first glimpse of him.
Hovering at her bedroom doorway, she watched as he walked over to the sink. His T-shirt was damp with sweat and clung to his powerful back. Reaching over his shoulder, he grabbed a handful of the fabric and yanked it overhead in one swift motion.
Oh no.
He was standing there shirtless as he filled a glass with water from the tap, all those muscles flexing and bunching with every movement. Eyes closed, he turned around and leaned back into the counter as he drank. A bead of sweat trickled slowly down his neck, leaving a wet path that was making her mouth water in a way Sean wasn’t supposed to.
No way could she go back to the years she’d spent silently pining for him while he knuckle-rubbed her head and then brought every other damn girl on campus back to his room to bang. It had been grueling, and it had taken her years to get past. Years for her to get to a point where she didn’t feel like she was lying to him every time they hung out and dying inside every time they didn’t. She wouldn’t go back to that.
She couldn’t.
“You have to move out,” she croaked, her eyes still fixed on that rolling droplet as it ventured over the packed layers of his right pec.
Sean’s eyes opened. He set his glass down on the counter behind him. “Morning, Moll. I slept great. Thanks for asking. Even pushed my schedule back to after lunch so I could catch up a little extra and get a workout in.”
“I’m not kidding.”
He wiped his face with the T-shirt he’d just whipped off, and a sinking feeling came over her. She knew what she’d be dreaming about tonight.
“Seriously, Moll, I don’t get it.”
And she hoped he never did.
“We lived together for five years, and it was awesome. You always say you love it when I crash here. Hell, you try to talk me into it every other weekend. You want—no, need—a roommate who actually pays rent. So what’s the problem?”
She swallowed hard, trying to keep her eyes on his face. The problem was that glistening expanse of muscled chest and banded abs, shifting and flexing with his every movement. The problem was that fine trail of golden hair bisecting all of it and leading south into those too-low basketball shorts—red this time, and silky enough to hint at the contours beneath. The problem was the utterly untamed mess of dark-blond hair making her fingers itch with the need to touch it.
Pretty valid problems, to her mind anyway, but not exactly something she was ready to share with Sean. Not if she wanted to hang on to the most important relationship in her life. She needed to look away and come up with an answer quick.
“Molly?” he asked again, sounding uncommonly stern as he crossed his arms over his chest. Which was so not helping…because his arms and oh God, that crazy V thing happening with the muscles above his shorts when he—
“Uhh…Molly… What…uhh… Why are you looking at me like that?”



Hard core romantic, stress baker, and housekeeper non-extraordinaire, Mira Lyn Kelly is the USA TODAY bestselling author of more than a dozen sizzly love stories with over a million readers worldwide. Growing up in the Chicago area, she earned her degree in Fine Arts from Loyola University and met the love of her life while studying abroad in Rome, Italy… only to discover he’d been living right around the corner from her back home. Having spent her twenties working and playing in the Windy City, she’s now settled with her husband in rural Minnesota, where their four amazing children and two ridiculous dogs provide an excess of action and entertainment. When she isn’t reading, writing, or running the kids around, she loves watching action/adventure movies and the Chicago Blackhawks, blabbing with the girls, and cooking with her family and friends.



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Friday, September 28, 2018

Book Spotlight on Mistletoe in Texas by Kari Lynn Dell (GIVEAWAY)

Set against a holiday backdrop readers will find themselves captivated by this tale of second chances.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Mistletoe in Texas by Kari Lynn Dell, then add this angsty romance to your bookshelf.  In honor of this fifth installment in the Texas Rodeo series make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win 1 of 5 copies of the fourth book in this series too!

He's always been the black sheep: the troublemaker.
But this Christmas, the prodigal cowboy returns.
Rodeo bullfighter Hank Brookman was headed straight for the top. But after a single misstep resulted in a devastating injury, he disappeared under a mountain of regrets. Now he’s back, ready to face the loved ones he left behind—starting with the one girl his heart could never forget.
When Hank stormed out of Texas, he left Grace McKenna picking up the pieces…and struggling with a secret that changed everything. He may be back looking for redemption, but after everything they’ve been through, how can she admit what he really walked away from all those years ago?
Hank always knew persuading Grace to trust him again would be a tall order. Convincing her they deserve a happily ever after? That may take a Texas-sized Christmas miracle.


Hank flipped his reins over Ranger’s head and stepped aboard, then kicked his foot out of the left stirrup and held a hand out to Grace. “Get on.”
Hank gave his hand an impatient shake. “Get on behind me.”
“I…don’t know how.”
“You’ve never ridden double?”
“Hey! Not all of us grew up on horseback.” Grace scowled at Ranger. Why did he have to be so tall? And climbing the horse would require her to practically climb Hank too, since she didn’t see anything else to grab on to. “You ride on the back. I’ll drive.”
“Fine.” Hank kept hold of the reins, but hitched himself back to sit behind the cantle.
Okay. Good. But Grace still had to contend with the unfamiliar bulk of the chaps and bones that wanted to collapse into a shuddering pile. And she couldn’t see any way to swing her leg over the saddle without waving her butt under Hank’s nose. Again.
Ranger, bless his heart, stood stock-still as she grabbed the saddle horn, got her foot hoisted up and into the stirrup, and took a deep breath. So much for fantasies. Not one of her juveniledaydreams about Hank and this ranch had included getting dumped off her horse because of a damn pig.
He could have gotten her killed.
The tiny part of Hank’s brain still capable of logic argued that there was no way he could have known about the feral hog—when had those bastards moved this far north, and why hadn’t Cole told him?—but it was drowned by the echoes of that unearthly shriek. When Hank had seen Grace trying to drag herself up that bank…God, his heart had just disintegrated.
Distracted, he didn’t lean out of the way when Grace heaved herself into Ranger’s saddle, and the leg she’d intended to swing over the horse landed a roundhouse kick square to his rib cage.
“Shit!” He clamped his heels to keep from being knocked clean off, digging them into Ranger’s flanks. Startled, the bay gave a single, high kick that threw Grace up onto his neck. Hank caught a fistful of her coat with one hand and the reins with the other before Ranger could bolt. The gelding danced in a circle as they teetered, a tangle of arms, legs, and curses.
“I…can’t…breathe,” Grace gasped.
No wonder. The saddle horn was digging into her belly, and Hank had her pinned in place. He started to slide off, but Grace squeaked when she was dragged with him.
Hank stopped. Damn. The toe of her boot was hooked in the pocket of his coat. He hitched his hips back to the center of Ranger’s rump and took stock. He had a fingernail grip on the reins, his cheek was mashed up against Grace’s butt, and even Ranger wasn’t going to tolerate this much longer.
She had a double-fisted, white-knuckled grip on Ranger’s mane, so Hank let go of her coat and reached down to grab her ankle, prying it out of his pocket and letting it drop so she had a leg on either side of the horse. Better. Now if he could just get himself straightened out...
“’Scuse me,” he said as he planted his palm on her left butt cheek and pushed himself upright. She stiffened but didn’t try to kick him. “Scoot back,” he said.
She wiggled. Grunted. Wiggled some more. Hank got hold of the back strap of her chaps and pulled. She didn’t budge.
Her words came in short puffs. “I’m…stuck. Front of my…chaps. Over…the horn.”
Oh. Shit. That was not good. Hung up like that, if Ranger did bolt, her head would end up between his front feet. Hank slid off the side, thankfully keeping his feet under him. Ranger shied a step, his eyes rolling toward the woman who was draped over his neck, clinging like a monkey. Her coat was rucked up to her armpits, and the brim of her hat had been shoved around so the earflap covered her eyes and tufts of curly hair stuck out every which way.
A wild bubble of laughter swelled in Hank’s throat. He swallowed hard. There was no time for hysterics. He eased the rein over the horse’s head and unclipped one end, then put a calming hand on Ranger’s shoulder while he tried to figure out how to get Grace loose.
Damn. No matter what angle he studied it from, there appeared to be only one option. “I have to lift you up and over the horn, then catch you before you hit the ground.”
“I’m going to have to grab you by the crotch.”
“Oh.” Her hips twitched, as if in protest, but she said, “Well, uh, male cheerleaders do that all the time, right? No big deal.”
Yeah. That sounded convincing. He shucked his gloves, wrapped the end of the rein around his hand, and stepped so close that her face was buried in the curve of his neck. “Hang on to my shoulders.”
She untangled her fingers from Ranger’s mane and latched on to Hank. Her breath was hot against his skin, and he both felt and heard her soft eek! as he slid his hand, palm up, between her thigh and the saddle.
“Ready?” he asked.
Her chin dug into his shoulder as she nodded. Before either of them had time to think about exactly what he was grabbing, he slid his hand to the center, hoisted her hips up, and then pulled forward.
She dropped like a rock, her weight slamming into his chest. He went down hard on his butt, then his back, Grace sprawled on top of him. Ranger shied, but Hank kept his grip on the rein. The horse stopped, snorting and wide-eyed as he stared down at them.
Hank let his head flop back and his arms splay, spread-eagled in the dirt, limp with relief. He’d done it. She was safe.
Then Grace started to shake, tremors that rocked her body as she made a choked, hiccupping sound. Oh shit. She was crying. Was she hurt? Scared half to death? Fixing to slam a knee into the same part of his anatomy as he’d just—
Her laughter burst out, ringing in his ears and echoing off the sides of the ravine. “Oh…my…God!” she gasped. “That was so ridiculous. If anyone had seen—“
She broke off, quaking against him, and the vibration broke something loose.
This wasn’t funny, dammit. Except it was, especially when he lifted his head to see her blindfolded by her cock-eyed hat, hair sticking out every which way and giggling her fool head off.
A deep, uncontrollable belly laugh rocked him. And the harder he laughed, the harder Grace laughed, and then Mabel started jumping and yipping around them, eager to join the fun, and they laughed even harder, helpless to fend her off when her tongue swiped at their faces.
Meanwhile, the horse continued to stare down at them as if they’d lost their ever-loving minds.



KARI LYNN DELL brings a lifetime of personal experience to writing western romance. She is a third generation rancher and rodeo competitor existing in a perpetual state of horse-induced poverty on the Blackfeet Nation of northern Montana, along with her husband, son and Max the Cowdog.



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Thursday, September 27, 2018

Book Release Blitz for The Unacceptables Boxed Set, Vol. 2 by Kristen Hope Mazzola

Fans of MC-themed romances will feel like celebrating today with the release of this exhilarating and gritty series of books!  And readers will definitely want to get this box set the moment it hits bookshelves as it’s on sale today.

The Unacceptables MC Box Set Two will be $2.99 for Pre-Order and Release Day ONLY. After release, this box set will be going up to $9.99. The Unacceptables MC Series is made up of steamy, gritty, standalone romances focusing on the Unacceptables Motorcycle club! From the presidents of the chapters, to their swoon-worthy club members, to the old ladies that are the backbone of the club - this series has it all, with tons of characters that will rev your engine while melting your heart, keeping you turning those pages... So, grab your e-reader and get your heart racing while falling in love with this amazing group of hard-core bikers and their entire family as they take you on one hell of a wild ride!
The compilation includes:
And bonus, follow up chapters from all the Unacceptables' characters you're dying to hear from again!
The stories in this box set are not for the faint of heart! But if gore, violence, and extreme sexual situations are your cup of tea, this is the read for you.



Fans of MC romances will be drawn to this quick slice of life look into an unforgettable day in the life of The Unacceptables MC. It’s an event that’s heartbreaking, but also gritty in its depiction, with responses that speak volumes about the men and women of this MC. Readers get a taste of what brotherhood means too, as well as having the groundwork laid for other character’s life journeys courtesy of the tempting tastes given here. Fans of this series will love to see how Ryder came to be a member, love to see how he and Raine first met in a crackling connection that becomes its own enthralling tale.
For those unfamiliar with this series, it will entice you into reading more. With its edge of your seat action, sensuality, and with banter between the Brothers that’s both snarky yet supportive, you’ll find this novella as addictive as I did and ready to add this series to your bookshelf.


Bestselling author, Kristen Hope Mazzola, is a Florida native that has found herself loving a North Carolina life. She writes contemporary romance ranging from steamy romantic comedy, sexy erotica, angsty new adult, all the way to sports romance – with dirty bikers, hot military men, and swoon-worthy rockstars in between. A portion of her royalties is donated to the Marcie Mazzola Foundation.

Wednesday, September 26, 2018

Book Blast for Soft Iron by Megan Slayer (GIVEAWAY)

It’s a sexy and charming story found amongst the pages of this tale of curses and destiny as a geeky guy sets free a goddess damned for eternity with unexpected romance and life changes the result.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Soft Iron by Megan Slayer, then discover even more about it by visiting the other sites hosting this tour.  In honor of this third installment in the Celestial Mates series make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a prize pack of goodies including a handmade necklace too!

Bia is the goddess of strength and compulsion, but those traits have her trapped in iron. A simple kiss could break the curse, but who wants to kiss a statue? Especially a statue of a woman stabbing a man in the heart? She knows better than to hope her celestial mate will find her, but what if her hopes are justified?
Oliver, a very quiet, geeky guy, knows his way around fabric and fashion. He excels at his job of dressing mannequins for storefronts, but he's lonely. When he sees the statue of Bia, he's smitten. She's everything—strong, confident and sexy—everything he wishes to be. What will happen if the shy man overcomes his fears and gives in to his heart's desire? He just might be able to harness the power of the goddess.


“How did this happen? I’m free.” She kept her knees together and folded her hands on her lap, bunching the fabric to hide her nudity. “The curse? What happened?”
“I’d say you found the person who could be your celestial mate—the one you’re meant to be with forever,” Zelus said. The door opened. Kratos, Andy, and Cam entered the room. Kratos’s eyes widened. “This is a great day. Now we’re only missing Nike.”
“We’ll find her,” Andy said. He slid an arm around Kratos. “We will.”
“How do you feel?” Kratos knelt beside Bia. “How were you freed?”
“I was getting to that,” Zelus said. He rolled his eyes. Beside him, Camden shrugged.
“Oliver. The lovely human.” She bit back a smile. “He was kind to me. He kissed me.”
“He was?” Kratos shared a glance with Zelus. “Oliver. We had a feeling.” He nodded. “Since Oliver has lifted the curse, there is a chance you two are celestial mates.”
“Zelus said that,” Bia said.
“But this transformation is temporary. The hard part is next.” Zelus folded his arms. “You have to convince Oliver to fall in love with you.”
“I don’t know,” Andy said. “It shouldn’t be too hard. He seemed pretty enamored with her when we showed Bia as a statue.”
Bia clasped her hands together and smiled. When she looked at Oliver, even as a memory, she warmed all over. The rage she’d been known for—the reason for her being imprisoned in the iron— melted away when she thought about him.
“Andy, he was doing his job.” Kratos stood. He sighed and tilted his head to the side. “He’s here to dress her. Or he was. He talks to the statues. Maybe he is her celestial mate, but what if he was just being nice?”
Bia clutched the fabric tight to her body and jumped to her feet. “Then why not let him decide?” She stepped up to her brother. She’d suppress her natural urge to use her might against him, but she wasn’t above using force if the need arose. “The curse was broken— for however long, I don’t know—but it was broken. By him.”



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 BDSM 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 the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on
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.



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