Blurb:
Before her landlord’s exorcism banishes the innocent apparition haunting her Salem apartment, Freyja Amador must cast a spell to save her ghost cat. Unfortunately, her spell’s success can only be guaranteed through sex magick on Halloween night—two days away. She needs a man. And she believes she has just met the perfect one.

Shane Logan, however, has troubles of his own. Operating under a centuries-old faerie curse, Shane must find a woman who can fall in love with him within three days–and having sex is not an option or he will turn to dust.

Will they both get what they need before time runs out on Halloween?

Reviews:
“Oh what a sensuous and stunning story! Susanne Saville puts a lot of story into this short but delectable tale. Shane’s history is heart wrenching and the dilemma he finds himself in seems hopeless. Who couldn’t help but fall in love with Shane right along with Freyja? Shane is simply the ideal romantic hero and Susanne Saville injects exactly the right heat level to make THE WICCAN KITTEN appealing to any paranormal romance fan!” — 5 Klovers – “Highly Recommended!” — Debbie, ck2s Kwips and Kritiques

“The Wiccan Kitten is a very well done short story! Sometimes an author can’t quite convince me that a relationship can develop that fast in a short story but this one works great!… The story is humorous, charming, and definitely twisted. I loved it!”- 5 Angels! - Stephanie B., Fallen Angel Reviews

“As you read, you can feel the insecurities of Freyja coming through her dialogue and actions and you could only rally for her that she finds someone that she could fall in love and have sex with on Halloween night – which by the way is only two days away. When Shane Logan enters the picture, you can feel the sparks flying around these two. … This is definitely a fun Halloween read that will tickle your fancy any time of year. I would definitely recommend it to other readers and I look forward to reading more from this author.” - Diana Coyle, Night Owl Romance Reviews

Excerpt:

Chapter One

Salem, Massachusetts
Thursday, October 29th

“Hey, Kitten, I’m home.” Freyja Amador stood at the threshold of her unlit apartment, her fingers resting upon the cold brass doorknob, and waited. Light from the communal hallway made a weak attempt to penetrate the blackness of her rooms and failed. Which was exactly how she wanted it.

He only replied in the dark.

She waited a moment longer, heart thumping in the silence of her held breath. It was so quiet. Not even the tick of a clock.

A waft of air, chilly as a New England winter, licked across her hand. The skin on her arms and the back of her neck prickled with goose bumps. Any moment she would receive her answer.

An eerie meow wafted out of the darkness.

Reaching inside for the light switch, Freyja snapped on the old-fashioned hanging lamp with its onion-shaped glass globe, to reveal her empty living room. Well, it wasn’t empty of furniture. Nor of books. She had plenty of books. And there were also plenty of dust bunnies, truth be told. Unlike television’s Samantha Stevens, around whose statue tourists clustered in downtown Salem, real witches couldn’t wriggle out of housework with a wiggle of their nose. But there was one thing totally absent from her apartment—a cat.

Or rather, no living cat resided here.

The ancient floorboards beneath her worn carpet creaked as she left the door and crossed to the center of the living room. “Meow to you, too, Baby Cat,” she announced to the area at large.

The ghost probably wasn’t a kitten. He could shift chairs when he wanted to. She had seen her kitchen chair squeak and stutter into a reel on the linoleum like a little, invisible bull was pushing against one of its legs. So he was probably an eighteen-pound, Maine Coon tomcat. Nevertheless she thought of him as her kitten.

“I heard that,” a cultured male voice chided from behind her.
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Melody Knight

EXCERPT:
It was midday on the second day when it happened. According to her map, and her sources, there was a small town a mile or so off-road, which the mine workers had once inhabited. No one had done much more than note its existence, and Claudia felt the thrill of discovery. Who knew what a place like that might hold? Other Mons Smaragdus towns had yielded pottery and metals, low grade gemstones, and a variety of other, more homely items. There were sure to be buildings, if the place had been impressive enough to be noted on the map. Gooseflesh danced down her back. The wadi region was laden with small piles of rubble — the remnants of ancient huts. This township held the promise of oh, so much more.

She readjusted her hat, conscious of her thirst. It seemed she was always conscious of her thirst in this wretched heat! She sucked on her canteen then mustered ahead. No track, so she’d just have to make her way. A couple of times she glanced back at the truck, even climbing one of the little hills to make sure it was still within sight. It was only on the last check that she saw it had disappeared, but that was what she expected. This was hilly country, after all, and the town should be just ahead.

Only, it wasn’t, nor could she find the truck. She tried tracing her own footsteps, but this area was rock, rather than sand, and it was no use. Her compass was erratic, due to magnetic deposits, leading her nowhere. Two hours later, dragging her body through the heat, Claudia had to admit it — I’m lost. Lost in the damned desert. Her water bottle was dry, but she refused to panic. If I don’t check in, they’ll come looking.

The sun had never been so hot, and Claudia knew she should have been resting midday away instead of hiking. But it was too late — too late for anything. She rooted around in one of those piles of rocky debris, picking up rocks that burned her hands to pile them into a wall that might offer her partial shade — if it didn’t fall on her head first. She didn’t possess the building secrets of the ancient Romans or the Bedouin. And her blistered hands were shaking so badly she didn’t know how she’d survive the next few hours.

It was then an icy chill came on her, colder than death.

Nigel!

She didn’t speak — she didn’t have to. He was there…for her.

IN STORES NOW!

An award-winning story and Golden Heart Finalist, this debut Victorian-set historical takes the reader on a romantic adventure from the ballrooms and parlors of London through the Mediterranean to the exotic valleys of Tunisia. Fans of Julia Quinn and Connie Brockway will enjoy this witty foray into the outer edges of civilization—and propriety.

“A lush, exotic tale of romance and adventure.” – Sally MacKenzie, USA Today bestselling author

“Passionate lives up to its title. A cleverly written, witty book that is hard to put down. 4.5 stars!” –Affaire de Coeur magazine

“An offbeat adventure romance…readers will enjoy the wordplay and intriguing characters as they search for a mysterious plant.” –Romantic Times magazine

Temptation…
Before she must wed, Lily Strathmore decides upon one final adventure—a botanical expedition through the wilds of North Africa with her uncle and his family. In search of a fabled bloom, James Huntington soon joins them. Handsome to a fault, he has the maddening habit of catching Lily at her most improper. And his sensual kisses are only the beginning of their passionate intimacy…
True Love…
Huntington finds the beautiful Miss Strathmore impossible to resist. With each passing day, their desire for each other grows. And in his wildest dreams, Lily is his—and his alone. Forever…

PASSIONATE ~ an October release from Kensington Zebra

Thanks for the opportunity to pimp the book, Janes!!

-Anthea

Product Description

Miranda never mixed business with pleasure—until she met her new boss. Straight-laced, conservative stock-market analyst Miranda Johanson has had a very bad day. First, she lost eight million dollars of her clients’ money. Then, if that weren’t bad enough, she had wild, no-holds-barred sex with a complete stranger on her coffee break—and he turned out to be her new boss! Can Miranda get control of herself without losing her mind, or will her sexy new boss completely derail her career?

MARKET FOR LOVE provides a red-hot erotic plot with lots of twists and turns set amid the backdrop of the financial industry. Take a refreshing break from the stock-market crash and economic downturn by reading just how hot-and-bothered stockbrokers get underneath those crisp suits and starched collars.

Buy it on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Market-Love-Jamaica-Layne/dp/035234203X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1224071462&sr=8-1

About the Author:

Jamaica Layne is a former financial and healthcare journalist and a hot new rising star in the erotica market. In addition to penning erotica for Virgin Cheek, Ms. Layne’s day-to-day alter-ego is a successful playwright whose works have been staged in the UK, New York City, Los Angeles, Seattle, Boston, and Atlanta. She lives in Chicago.

STRIP
by Delta Dupree
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Kensington Aphrodisia
ISBN: 0-7582-2702-7
Release Date: October 28, 2008

STRUT…
Rio Saunders owns and runs a male strip club that’s all about women’s pleasure. But to Rio, beautiful and lonely, it’s all about business–until Bryce Sullivan shows up…

STROKE…
The club needs a dancer and Bryce has the goods. He has rhythm, he has style, and he’s incredibly hot. Rio’s been burnt before by studs and has no intention of doing the horizontal with her handsome new hire, thanks very much. But just watching his ultra-sensual moves really lights her fire…

STRIP…
First night on stage and Bryce freezes in the spotlight. Rio has to help. Dancing with him is a mind-blowing experience. As the music pulsates, the two move as one, exquisitely aroused and wanting much, much more. And they both know they’re going to get it…scorching hot.

Drop by my website– http://www.deltadupree.com –to read an excerpt.

Michael, the intrepid vampire hunter in eyeliner and Wild Bill, the world-weary vamp, are starting to carve out a life together. Wild Bill harbors a secret hope that he can persuade Michael to stop hunting, as well as an emerging dread that stopping Michael is as likely as stopping the sun from rising.

Here’s a snippet:

Heartless, soulless, generic and commercial. You gotta love these “big box” stores. I’d never set foot in one until I had a someone other than yours truly to look after. Never needed to. As long as I had enough smokes to keep me busy and a warm-blooded meal ticket nearby, I was happy enough with the clothes on my back.

The homicidal eye-candy I’d hooked up with had more needs than I did. Like food. Pens and notebooks. Somewhere to eat and sleep. And do the nasty.

So I bought us a van.

That’s how it all starts, I guess. You let something stick, and the next thing you know, you start accessorizing it.

I pulled a card of earrings off a revolving rack full of shiny, shiny trinkets. Not bad. “I’m taking this,” I told the clerk behind the counter, who smiled and gave me a finger wave. I tucked the earrings into my pocket.

Handbags. Slippers. Pantyhose. Sunglasses. I pulled a pair of cheap plastic shades off the display and tried them on. Thankfully the notion about vamps not casting reflections is just a weird idea someone dreamt up after chugging too much absinthe. How else would I be able to pick out a decent pair of shades if I couldn’t make sure they looked good on me?

But of course they did. I snapped the price tag off and put them on. Better. The hyper-bright fluorescent lighting had really been doing a number on my impressionable retinas.

Hats. Wallets. Scarves. I stopped and stared. Some of ’em were grandma-scarves, sure. But some of ’em were slinky and long. I took a black one, pulled off the tag, looped it around my neck. Nice.

I sniffed the air. Lots of humans teeming through the store, even at quarter to ten. Despite the smorgasbord of scents, I zeroed in easily enough on the one I wanted.

Michael.

He stood at a glass countertop shaped just like the jewelry island, except this one was full of cameras and phones, and other little gadgets I’d never heard of, and had no desire to know what they did.

I unwound the scarf from my neck and wrapped it around his. Not only would he feel less self-conscious about the series of thin, neat cuts I’d left on him with my trusty flip-around knife, but he’d give Marc Bolan a run for his money in the jerk-off fantasy department. I’d refrain from telling him that, since given his age, I couldn’t hope for anything more than a blank stare in return.

He leaned into me, pressed his side against my side. “Look.” He pointed at a plastic rectangle.

“Yeah?”

“It’s a computer.”

“It is?” It was the size of the cigar box I kept my paintbrushes in, back in the Dark Ages.

“If I had one of those, I wouldn’t need to spend so much time at the library. We could park outside a coffee shop and I could hop online.”

I was probably giving him the same look he would’ve given me if I’d told him he’d pass for a member of T-Rex. “So get it.”

He went real quiet. “It’s almost thee hundred dollars. Plus tax.”

I squatted and pressed my nose against the glass. I didn’t understand money at all. Smokes had gone from a buck twenty-five a pack to six, while computers had dropped from five grand to a lousy three hundred — plus tax. Good thing I never had to pay for anything. I’d get taken for a ride, for sure.

There was a kid in a blue polyester vest behind the counter who’d been doing his best to look close and available, but also courteous and unobtrusive. He wasn’t too successful. Mostly he looked awkward. “Gimme one of those,” I told him. “The pink one.” Because if a computer company was ridiculous enough to make a paperback-sized laptop in pink, how could I not get that one? “Ring it up however you need to. We’re taking it.”

He pressed some keys, scanned the box, and gave it to me. I handed it to Michael. I could tell he wanted to whisper some token protests at me, but he also wanted his new toy badly enough that he knew better than to complain about it.

When he finally did find his voice, he said, “We should probably get a car charger.”

**
Check out the Channeling Morpheus series at Changeling Press today! Because October’s the perfect month to wallow in vampires!

Ru-Noc: A magical world teetering on the edge of destruction.

Excited about her first Beltane, the witch Kali makes plans to find her ideal mate. Instead, the feisty and strong-willed Princess of Ru-Noc finds herself whisked away and trapped in the mortal realm of vampires.

Captain Koran T knows he’s in serious trouble when the King of Ru-Noc orders him to kidnap Princess Kali. He’s no different than any other male of his species at mating time so the urge to breed Kali is strong. But Koran T has a dark secret of his own, one that could have him banished from the coven.

Fall under the spell of a Witch’s Moon—when dark forces gather to threaten the very existence of Ru-Noc—where Princess Kali and Captain Koran cross swords in a fierce battle only a witch can win!

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Intimate Beings

They are here among us…

Far from home, gifted with special abilities, hunted for their powers. And they are desperate to find their other, the one who completes them…before it’s too late…

When you least expect it, love finds you…

Lately, Claire Edwards feels like she’s floundering. A ho-hum teaching job, a string of terrible dates, nights spent with only Netflix and bizarre dreams of spaceships for company…life isn’t working out the way she hoped. But Claire has an extraordinary secret ability—she can go anywhere at all, just by wishing it. And if the intensely attractive man who suddenly materializes in her car one day is any indication, Claire’s not the only one…

Ever since Darl James learned of his true origins, he has been searching for his partner and life mate, the one whose gift will complement and complete his own. Now that he’s found Claire, he vows to never lose her again, or their soul-searing, sensual connection. But keeping her safe won’t be easy when they’ve been marked for destruction by an evil, power-hungry race. A fierce battle is brewing, one that will test Claire and Darl’s new bond to the limit, and decide the future of all their kind…

PRAISE FOR THE NOVELS OF JESSICA INCLAN

“A magical, mystical tale, one you won’t soon forget.”
—Amanda Ashley on Reason to Believe

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You can read an excerpt here:

http://www.jessicabarksdaleinclan.com/excerpt_ib.htm

Event planner Tali Cates’s psychic gifts have brought her more than enough trouble in the past. She wants those irksome gifts to leave her in peace so she can support her family and lead a normal life in the small town of Love, Texas.

But when not one, but two beauty contestants in the pageant she’s running turn up dead, Tali is again drawn into murder and mayhem. Toss in some witchcraft and kidnapping, and she has no choice but to protect her kids by hunting down the killer. Life gets even more complicated when her son accuses her new boyfriend of being a vampire, which is just plain ridiculous.

Or is it?

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