Saturday, October 25, 2014

She's a light to his darkness

Her Avenging Angel, the seventh book in New York Times best-seller Felicity Heaton’s hot paranormal romance series, Her Angel, is now available in ebook and paperback. To celebrate the release, she’s holding a FANTASTIC GIVEAWAY at her website.

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including an excerpt from this paranormal romance novel.
by Felicity Heaton

Once a proud angel of Heaven, Nevar is now a servant of Hell, bound to a new master—the King of Demons. Consumed by darkness and driven to seek revenge, he set in motion a series of events that awakened the Great Destroyer, a force that will bring about the apocalypse. Now, he is the creature’s master and the fate of our world rests in the hands of an angel with only darkness in his heart.

 Lost in the mortal realm without any recollection of how she came to be there, Lysia is only aware that she has survived a great battle. When she stumbles into a demon bar, she finds more than a chance to discover what happened to her—she finds a dark and deadly angel warrior who stirs fire in her veins and awakens soul-searing passion she cannot deny.

With the mounting threat of the Great Destroyer, the forces of Heaven and Hell against him, and a band of dangerous angels intent on capturing Lysia on his heels, can Nevar protect the beautiful woman who is light to his darkness and find the strength to save the world?


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Her Avenging Angel – Excerpt

Nevar shoved the heavy stone door open and entered the bright crystal chamber. The jagged walls were brightest, blinding white that reminded him of Heaven and stung his eyes. They adjusted gradually, allowing him to see more of the room. In the centre stood a raised oblong dais of pure clear crystal. To the left of it on the floor of the chamber was a dull patch where he had spilled Asmodeus’s and Liora’s blood and it had soaked into the crystal.

He moved deeper into the room and came to stand over that spot, looking down at it and his booted feet.

Red still swirled within the layers of crystal.

It was further from the surface now. He had made a habit of entering the chamber each day to see if the blood was sinking deeper into the crystal and always ended up wondering if it was heading towards a certain point far beyond his vision, slowly working its way down each crack and layer to the Great Destroyer.

The Devil had been his usual cryptic self when Nevar and Asmodeus had asked him for more details about the destroyer, giving answers that provided no illumination. Nevar still didn’t know if the destroyer was actually beneath all the layers of crystal below him, or whether it was linked to this place from one far away that only the Devil knew about.

Nevar sat on the raised slab, swung his legs up and lay down on it, staring at the glowing ceiling.

Light danced across the crystal shards, reflecting rainbow colours like an aurora. Whenever he grew restless, he came to this spot and lay for a while. It was peaceful and soothing, and a much-needed distraction from his heavy thoughts.

Whenever he was in this room, he felt different. He could never put his finger on the why of it though. The only way he could explain it was that he no longer felt alone. There was a presence in this room that calmed him and filled a hole in his chest, one that gnawed at him when he was beyond the chamber walls.

His eyes slipped shut and he forced them open again, stifling a yawn at the same time.

Nevar rested his hands on his chest, over the mark there, and tried to track the brighter spots of light as they slowly danced over the crystals like fireflies. His eyelids drooped again, heavier this time. He struggled to lift them and drowsily stared at the ceiling as it spun out of focus, blurring and whirling together.

His eyes closed.

Pain skittered across his chest.

Nevar frowned and rubbed the mark. Damned thing.

He grimaced and then opened his eyes. The crystal chamber came back into focus. He had fallen asleep.

“Fuck,” he growled and sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the dais, and quickly looked off to his left, expecting Asmodeus to be there in the doorway, glowering.

It was empty.

Nevar huffed, planted his hands on the edge of the dais next to his bare thighs, and looked down at his knees.

The part of him that was glad his lazy master hadn’t caught him sleeping on the job warred with the part that snarled it was typical of Asmodeus not to show up to relieve him.

He could die down here and it would be decades before Asmodeus realised it.

The bastard was so wrapped up in teaching Liora how to read his magic books, and so wrapped up in her too, that he didn’t care about anything else, not even the duty the Devil had given to him as one of his servants.

Well, Nevar didn’t care about anything other than getting something to drink.

Deep breath in, and out.

He didn’t need to drink.

His stomach growled and his fangs itched, one baying for booze and the other for blood. He ignored both of them and slid off the dais, landing on his feet. He looked down at his violet-edged black greaves that protected his shins and his black leather boots. The crystal beneath them shimmered, light pulsing outwards from his feet.

His head swam and sent the room spinning.

Nevar leaned back against the crystal bench for support.

He didn’t need to drink, but he did need to eat. If he didn’t eat soon, he would pass out, and what use would he be as a guard then?

He needed to get out of this place and get out of Hell, away from the Devil who had made it his pet project to drive Nevar insane over the past month by taunting him in his head.

Away from his bastard master Asmodeus.

He needed some freedom and air.

He needed to fly.

He needed a break.

Just a small one.

Maybe it would make Asmodeus sit up and take his duty more seriously too. The Devil had banned Asmodeus from leaving Hell without his permission, and that meant the angel would have to ask his master for said permission in order to come after Nevar and would have to explain what had happened. The Devil would probably punish Asmodeus.

Asmodeus would definitely punish Nevar, but it would be worth it.

No punishment Asmodeus or the Devil could inflict would be worse than what he was already suffering.

He was starving, parched for blood, and unable to shake the quiet craving for a fix of Euphoria that had been riding him for what felt like forever. It drove him mad and he feared he would snap if he stayed down here alone much longer, and would end up in the mortal world hunting down a demon bitch.

He would deny both hungers, was strong enough right now, but he couldn’t deny the hungers for a drink and some food.

 He strode to the door of the crystal chamber, cast one look back into it, and then pulled the door closed, shutting out the light.

He threw his free hand out in front of him, calling a portal. Black smoke curled out of the air and swirled like a maelstrom, growing denser as the portal enlarged to match his six-foot frame and widened enough to allow him through.

He released the door and focused on himself, using a fraction of his power to first reinstate his back and chest plate of his armour, and then cast a glamour that would change his appearance to mortal eyes. He dressed himself in black jeans, a charcoal t-shirt, and army boots, and masked the obsidian skin that reached past his elbows and the black claws that tipped his fingers.

He ran those fingers through the messy jagged strands of his silver-white hair, preening it back to ensure it concealed his small horns from immortal eyes. He hated it when people at Cloud Nine stared at them and whispered about him behind his back, and more often than not it was the horns that got them talking. The last thing he needed tonight was someone pushing his buttons when his fuse was shorter than usual because of the overwhelming combination of hunger for booze, blood, Euphoria and food.

He had the angel equivalent of low blood sugar right now and was liable to rip the head off anyone who merely looked at him funnily.

Nevar stepped into the portal and out into the wide alley in London.

The neon sign above the burly skinhead bouncer shone down on him like a light from Heaven.

Cloud Nine.

One drink, some food, and then he would head straight back down to Hell. Cross his heart. The chamber wouldn’t miss him. His master definitely wouldn’t.

Nevar grinned, flashing his short fangs.

Let the good times roll.

Her Avenging Angel is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback.

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About Felicity Heaton:

Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.

If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Her Angel series.

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Believable Characters: Guest post by CA Szarek

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Guest Author post by C.A. Szarek

We’ve all read that book where we are following the story, like the story—maybe love it—and then the hero, or even the heroine throws us for a loop, and we say out loud, “No way.”
That declaration could be anything—they did something that doesn’t fit the personality they previously presented in the book, was against their motivations, or just something so plain stupid we roll our eyes.
Depending on what we’re reading, the suspension of disbelief might be necessary, but sometimes authors take it too far. As a reader, we’re all pretty discerning, right?
We know what’s “real” and what’s not. What makes sense, and what doesn’t.
We all like that story we get into it so much it’s like we’re walking beside the hero or heroine. Talking with them, maybe even doing naughty things with them, to them? LOL.
The better the characters, the better the read. The more we crave from that author.
My characters are real to me. They are people who live in my head. No, really. And no, I don’t have multiple personalities, nor do I need meds. (I’d like to think anyway).
So how do I make them as real to you, the reader as I do to me?
Honestly, I’m not sure it a conscious thing for me. I write them, and the further I go, the further they unfold for me, develop before my eyes. They tell me what they love and hate, what they are good at. Every hero and heroine has a “super” power. Something they excel at. Something to make us admire them.
I think a good character is like a good friend.
We love them, but on the other hand, we get mad at them sometimes, too. And THAT’S OKAY!
They have flaws, and quirks.
Just like we do in real life. A perfect character is in essence, far from perfect, and that right there is why we love them.
A good, believable character presents us with consist actions, reactions, choices. If they go left-field at any time, for me as a reader, the author dang-well better give me a credible reason. If not, the book loses interest for me, and as an author, that’s my biggest fear!
If someone doesn’t finish one book, they won’t pick up another from that particular author! Books are generally not expensive, right, but they still cost money!
The deeper we go with characters, the more we understand them, the more we love them. The more we root for them, we WANT them to succeed. WANT them to get the girl, the job, hell, even the dog—if that’s what they want.
I think every writer is different. Some do detailed character sheets, with everything documented from eye color to middle name. They jot everything that makes up WHO they’re telling the story about. This is great, whatever works for you.
Personally, I don’t really know a character until I start writing them. Getting to know them as the story unfold is what makes my characters real—for me and the story.
No way is wrong, as long as the characters are real.
What makes a good hero and/or heroine to you?
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Collision Control
Crossing Forces #4
*can be read as a standalone
A one night stand can't possibly mean forever…

Detective Jared Manning met his match at a bar. After a night of passion, she sneaks out of his bed without so much as a note. Problem is, now he can’t find her. Kindergarten teacher Melody Nash doesn’t do one night stands. Embarrassment gets the best of her and she lies about her name. When they collide at her school, Mel resists his pull. She won’t risk her heart on the obvious playboy, even though she can’t stop thinking about the night in his arms.

Stress engulfs both Jared’s personal and professional life. His brother is at the centre of the joint case he and his partner are working in cooperation with FBI. He puts his job on the line when he fails to share his blood relation—a complication he doesn’t need, considering the FBI agent on the case is convinced his brother killed her fiancé. Balance is the name of the game.

Can Jared save his brother and convince Mel they’re meant to be together?

Reader advisory: This book contains references to past sexual abuse and rape that happened when the character was a child.


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C.A. Szarek

Bestselling, award winning author of romantic suspense and epic fantasy romance, C.A. loves to dabble in different genres. If it's a good story, she'll write it, no matter where it seems to fit! She's a hopeless romantic and always will be. Risking it all for Happily Ever After is what she lives by!

C.A. is originally from Ohio, but got to Texas as soon as she could. She's happily married and has a bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice. She works with kids when she's not writing.

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Collision Force #1

Chance Collision

Chance Collision #2

Calculated Collision

Calculated Collision #3

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Friday, October 24, 2014

When pride comes between love

When five college friends reunite, one night changes their lives forever. Kidnapped from a cemetery in New Orleans on Halloween, each of the five friends becomes embroiled in a paranormal turf war that will decide the outcome of not only their lives, but the entire city of New Orleans.

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Their Mate's Redemption
Midnight, New Orleans Style 5
by Marla Monroe
a Paranormal Shape-Shifters Menage Erotic Romance
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When five college friends reunite, one night changes their lives forever.

Struggling with guilt, Shayla learns that true love can set you free, but it sometimes comes with a price. Gaston and Beau learn that claiming their mate might cost them their pride.

Beau and Gaston struggle to protect their mate while trying to understand what is happening with their enemies. When it becomes obvious that demons are behind their latest trouble, they know that the trouble wasn’t from within the pride, but from outside.


Shayla jerked back around to stare ahead of her, fully expecting not to be able to see in that direction now either, but the pathway ahead appeared brighter than before. As she took a step in that direction, the light seemed to move, almost dancing over the tombs and crypts towering over her on either side.
“Heidi? Erin?” No one answered.
In fact, the cemetery was eerily silent. Not even the sound of the wind could be heard though she saw the evidence of it in the blowing ribbons on wreaths and pots of flowers. Taking a step, she felt the crunch of the gravel beneath her feet, but nothing made a noise. Fear unlike anything she’d ever felt before crawled inside her and began wreaking havoc on her stomach. Every beat of her heart seemed to push it higher in her throat.
She’d always believed Lissette when she’d talked about Voodoo, Vodun, and Santeria. Each was a different practice mixing all sorts of forms of witchcraft and religion. One thing Shayla respected was the powers of belief. You didn’t have to be a practitioner in any of the arts to experience them if you believed. There was power in belief. If not for them, her friend would still be alive. Shayla believed that with all of her heart. They’d been a part of her death as surely as the one or ones who’d killed her all those years ago.
Something moved in her peripheral vision. Shayla jerked around but whatever it had been, it was gone now. She continued walking, slower than before. She looked from side to side as she passed each vault, praying nothing hid beside them to jump out at her as she did. If she died there before she’d even had a chance to pay her respects to the high priestess who Lissette had held in such high regard, the entire trip would have been for nothing. Shayla desperately wanted to atone for her part in Lissette’s death.
Originally she’d planned to find the store where Lissette had gotten her griss griss and talked to the owner about how to do that. She wanted Lissette to know she was sorry so maybe she could forgive herself. But when they’d found out about the tomb of Marie Laveau, it had seemed like a sign and the perfect way to pay their respects and tell their friend they were sorry.
Why had they convinced her not to wear the griss griss that night? They’d told her it was too valuable to her and where they were going, it might get stolen. In truth, they hadn’t wanted people to see it and ask questions. It didn’t smell exactly, but it did have an odd odor and if anyone asked Lissette about it, she got all mysterious and explained what it was for. They’d wanted to avoid that where they were going. And it had cost their friend her life.
For years after that, Shayla had struggled with the guilt. Then when she’d been attacked…
I’m not going there.
Something slammed to the ground in front of her, stopping her dead in her tracks. Before she could make sense of it, the thing got up and ran back between the vaults, disappearing before her eyes. Another larger shape raced past her, nearly knocking her over in the process.
What the hell? That looked like a panther! A freaking huge panther, but a panther. How much did I drink tonight?
There was no way she could leave the others out there with huge panthers running around. She had to find them. Without letting her good sense step in to stop her, Shayla slipped between the vaults and followed the panther, praying she wasn’t about to get eaten for her foolishness.
As she reached the end of a row of vaults, Shayla felt as if she were running through warm molasses for a split second before she almost popped out into the middle of what she could only describe as something right out of a horror movie. An epic battle raged on in front of her, the noise almost deafening between the growls, snarls, and loud chanting that filled the previously silent night around her.
She’d been right. The massive things she’d seen earlier had been massive panthers who were even now fighting what looked like demon spawn complete with red glowing eyes and grotesque bodies. The stench of sulfur and rotting flesh nearly made her gag, but it was the blood that flowed freely as every paranormal creature she’d never believed in and a few she’d never heard of fought as if the plight of the world rested on their shoulders. Perhaps it did.
There was no way to tell who was on what side or even who was winning. All she needed to worry about was where her friends were, but finding them in this would not only be impossible, but probably suicide as well.
What looked to be a vampire raced past her but before she could turn to check where he had gone, a nasty looking demon hissed in her direction before racing toward her. Shayla didn’t waste her breath screaming. It hadn’t helped her before, it sure wouldn’t help her in this. With everything going on around her she doubted it would even be heard over the fierce battle cries of the various creatures locked in mortal combat.
Instead, Shayla did what any self-respecting coward would do, she ran.


Every cell in his body cried out for her. His cat roared with demand that he take her, mark her, and fill her with his seed. The male side of him knew it wasn’t that simple or easy.
Her heart shaped face, now pale from shock, called to him just as the scent of her arousal had nearly driven his cat insane with the need to mount their mate. He wanted to taste that sweet honey he knew was seeping from her hot, wet pussy. The urge to bite her and mark her for all the world to see and know that she belonged to him—and his brother rode him hard. Though the panther wanted her submission, he wasn’t as worried about that as much as earning her trust and eventually her love.
Before she could regain her composure and argue with him about that, Gaston moved to reposition her on her back and once again settled between her thighs. Everything inside of him wanted to dive right in and sample some of the delicious juices he knew was right there in her folds. He knew he needed to build her up to that point so that she didn’t fight it. He and his brother needed to overwhelm her with pleasure so intense she couldn’t fight it anymore. Had she truly not wanted anything to do with them, Gaston would have backed away and tried something different, but the sweet fragrance of her arousal belied any protest she might offer.
Once again he started at her lower belly and kissed and licked his way to the softy curly hair that guarded her treasure. He couldn’t wait to bury his face between her legs. Even more, he wanted to sheath his cock deep in her hot, tight cunt.
I can’t scare her away. She is human and doesn’t understand our ways. Patience cat. She will be ours, but we can’t take away her choice.
The panther roared his disagreement. Panther females wouldn’t mate with a male who couldn’t control them, giving them the security they needed to believe their mate was strong enough to protect them and their cubs. Shayla wouldn’t understand that type of mating. Why had the fates decided on a human?
He shook off his questions and renewed his determination to win her trust and her love. At that moment, all that mattered was giving her pleasure so intense she wouldn’t say no to becoming their mate. With that finial thought, Gaston spread her thighs apart with his wide shoulders before spreading her pussy lips so he could see the pink flower covered in her dew just waiting for his tongue.
Cho! Co! Chere. So pretty and wet you are.” He ran his tongue up her slit to circle around the little nub of her clit.
“Oh, God! What are you doing to me?” Her hoarse voice made him smile as he lapped at her much as a Meenoo would lap at a saucer of milk.
She wiggled under his mouth to the point he had to look up to see what Beau was doing to her. He couldn’t help but smile as his brother sucked and squeezed her breasts, his face awash in bliss. To say that Beau was a breast man was an understatement. Gaston laid one arm over her pelvis to hold her still making sure to keep his hand off of her wound. Causing her pain was not acceptable.
Every swipe of his tongue over her wet pussy netted him more of her sweet nectar. He couldn’t get enough of it but knew his brother should have a taste as well.
“Chere, pass me your hand. Let Beau taste how good you are.”
She hesitated then placed her hand in his. He dipped her fingers in her creamy juices before handing it over to his brother. Beau’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as he sucked her fingers into his mouth. When his eyes closed and a low growling purr resonated from his chest, Shayla’s eyes widened again.
“See, beb? He is enraptured by your honeyed taste. It is the sweetest confection,” he told her.
Beau sucked and licked every drop from her fingers before growling louder and covering her mouth with his. Gaston relaxed when her arms wrapped around his brother, smoothing up and down his back. He felt his panther pacing restlessly. He nipped at her clit, feeling her bow beneath them as he soothed the slight sting with a swipe of his tongue. There was nothing as sexy as a female in the throes of passion. He wanted to see that with his mate.
Every fiber of his body ached to possess her but she would succumb first to the pleasure she deserved. He licked once more up her slit before carefully entering her hot, tight cunt with one finger. She instantly tightened around him. His cock twitched at the sensation of her tender tissues squeezing his finger. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her milking his finger as he slowly fucked her with it while sucking lightly on her clit.

About the Author

Marla Monroe has been writing professionally for about ten years now. Her first book with Siren was published in January of 2011. She loves to write and spends every spare minute either at the keyboard or reading another Siren author. She writes everything from sizzling hot contemporary cowboys, to science fiction ménages with the occasional bad ass biker thrown in for good measure.

Marla lives in the southern US and works full time at a busy hospital. When not writing, she loves to travel, spend time with her cats, and read. She’s always eager to try something new and especially enjoys the research for her books. She loves to hear from readers about what they are looking for next.
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Thursday, October 23, 2014

That old fashion voodoo called love

When five college friends reunite, one night changes their lives forever. Kidnapped from a cemetery in New Orleans on Halloween, each of the five friends becomes embroiled in a paranormal turf war that will decide the outcome of not only their lives, but the entire city of New Orleans.

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Redemption Song
Midnight, New Orleans Style 4
by Karen Mercury
a Paranormal Erotica Menage MMF Romance
from Siren Publishing

When five college friends reunite, one night changes their lives forever.

Halloween in New Orleans. Rémy Lafitte has paid a charlatan to enact a Voodoo ceremony in the cemetery. The ritual reanimates Niko Valdés, a French Quarter tutor who was damned to Everlost for murdering his sister’s attacker.

Mild-mannered stockbroker Heidi Purdue stumbles upon Niko and Rémy in a compromising position. They are interrupted by a demon on horseback who beheads the charlatan before giving the trio a pentalpha puzzle to solve.

Curvy Heidi knows that heartthrob Rémy would never fall for her, but she falls for the undead tutor. Rémy, jealous of the other two’s closeness, agrees to an equitable ménage, opening up to a male lover.

The centuries-long battle against primordial evil leads them to a temple, where they find Solomon’s ring. They go past the portal of Hellmouth to redeem themselves, but the real puzzle is how to fulfill the prophecy that they are intertwined inexorably—now and forever.


Parked on the sidewalk, the nerd unfolded himself from the Corvette and extended a hand. “Marvin Simon, at your service.”
The trio introduced themselves. Rémy wondered at the casual attitude Marvin had toward three strangers who were in the service of the Duke of Demons, looking for a damned ring. Did this happen often to Marvin?
Niko said, “Sorry we were so late. We got sidetracked by placing stones.”
Marvin nodded knowledgeably. “That’s good. That’s a very good reason for being late. I’m glad you’re following the angles of the pentalpha.”
“Yes,” said Rémy, “we’ve crisscrossed this city placing stones at all the right spots. Now we need the ring, though.”
“Can you verify,” said Heidi, “that this ring will enable us to command the demons? We have several quests at stake here.”
“Well yes,” said Marvin, “within reason. You have to do several things first, though, before the ring will give you superiority over Baal-Berith and his cronies.”
Niko gaped. “There are more of them?”
Marvin looked at Niko as though he’d just come back from the dead. “Well, yes. Why else would he be called the Duke of Demons if he didn’t have anyone else in his duchy? You haven’t seen any others? No matter, you will. Baal-Berith isn’t easily subdued.”
Rémy said, “But he’s losing power at midnight tonight. Can’t we just wait for midnight to come and go?”
Marvin looked exasperated. “You could, if you didn’t really give a flying fig about your quests being completed. You could just go back to your dull-as-dishwater, boring-ass existence watching America’s Favorite Bachelor and driving your BMWs”—how did Marvin know that Rémy drove a BMW?—“but then you’d completely miss out on accomplishing your quests, now, wouldn’t you?”
Niko stammered, “I…I didn’t know there was a time limit. So we have to complete our quests by the time Baal-Berith loses power?”
Marvin looked skyward for divine assistance. “Well, of course now. The demons don’t just sit around waiting for you to take your thumb out of your ass. That’s the whole challenge. The closer it gets to midnight, the more powerful they become. The more assistance they can give you, but at the same time…” Marvin trailed off meaningfully.
Heidi filled in. “The more they can…crush us?”
Marvin nodded decisively. “Exactly. That’s what they live for, to crush you. They wouldn’t be very demonic if they didn’t. It’s my goal to help you subdue or overcome them. Now, with that in mind, why don’t you tell me about your quests? Two sentences or less, please. I don’t have all day. I’m entering my crawfish in the cook-off, and I don’t want to miss Chicken on the Bone playing ‘Rock This Town.’ They do it with such pep.”
Rémy went first, to give Heidi and Niko time to think. “Well, at first my main goal was to find my ancestor Jean Lafitte’s gold bars.”
Predictably, Marvin’s eyes lit up. “An admirable goal indeed. Treasure hunts are always given top priority by the demons. But your goal has changed?”
“Well, yes,” Rémy had to admit. “I mean, I still want to find the gold bars, of course. But I’ve really come to…” He couldn’t admit to this bobble-headed stranger that he thought he was falling in love with Heidi, and was having strangely powerful feelings about the undead Niko, too. Heidi was a unique, powerful soul, yet so childishly appealing. And Niko, well, there was nothing that was not unique about him. He told himself he never would have allowed himself romantic feelings about another man unless the man was as oddly singular as Niko de la Concepcion Valdés. So Rémy said, “I’ve come to put Niko’s quest as top priority. Niko, tell Marvin about yours.”
Niko solemnly folded his hands before his crotch. “I come from the year 1855.” Rémy wasn’t surprised that Marvin also nodded sagely. “I was stuck in Everlost with my poor departed sister, and then this fellow here revived me with a ceremony he performed. I’d like to get my sister out of Everlost, too, but leave the bastard who caused all of this stuck in there until time immemorial.”
“Yes,” said Marvin, as though thoroughly familiar with Leclerc, “he behaved so badly on earth he can’t be recycled. He can never move forward.”
“Truly?” cried Niko, breaking his respectful stance. “We can leave him behind?”
“Yes and no,” said Marvin. “He will be put into hell like broken pottery that can’t be repaired. This does not get you out of making amends with him.”
Damn!” swore Niko. “I swore I will never apologize to that sack of buzzard’s guts!”
“Language, language!” said Rémy, sharing a grin with Heidi.
Marvin asked, “Do you wish to stay in the present, my friend?”
“Well…” Niko looked around at his newfound partners, at the shiny automobiles and motorcycles that raced by, at the ten-story tall professional buildings around them. He shrugged. “I suppose, if that’s my only option.”
Rémy was deeply offended. He supposed! If that was his only option! Trying to be light, he said, “Thanks a lot, Niko. We’re your last and only option.”
“Yeah,” said Heidi, apparently miffed, too. “I guess you’re stuck with us.”
“No!” protested Niko. “I mean that if I had my way, of course I would go back to 1855 before any of this happened! But…” He turned to Marvin. “That is not an option, is it?”
“I’m afraid not. You’re stuck with these people you don’t like. You’re all witnesses. You’re all bound together, so you can’t separate. Get used to it. Now, Miss Purdue, what is your goal?”


“I know. So much has changed, Raoul. When you hurt me, you hurt me permanently. I moved on before the words were even out of your mouth. And unlike you, my version of ‘moving on’ actually involves moving. So, no. I’m not coming back to you. I’m not coming back at all. But you can send me a postcard from Tahiti. I’ll text you my address.”
So that was the end of Raoul, and now Heidi had her thighs and arms wrapped around the most scrumptious piece of man candy ever to walk the planet—in fully human form, that was.
“Oh, please, please, imprint me, Rémy,” cooed Heidi, lifting her head from the mattress to suck his lower lip into her mouth. Tilting her pelvis, she impaled herself on his fat cock, and Rémy lost what little control he’d had. Grunting into her mouth, he drove it home, wedged deep next to her womb, where he held his prick, throbbing with an erotic pulse.
She’d been stretched out from fucking Niko the other day, so she easily accepted Rémy’s fat, long tool. She set up a gently rocking motion while grasping his cock with her inner pussy muscles. She had powerful Kegels after decades of self-pleasuring with the detachable shower head, and she could grasp a man’s penis as though she were a Venus flytrap.
Every time she clutched Rémy’s cock, he gasped. Heidi started giggling. She knew Rémy was afraid to really pound her because he’d come too fast. When she corkscrewed her hips while simultaneously clutching him with her pussy, he raised himself on his forearms and glared down at her. He bit his own lip, and his eyelids fluttered as he fought to keep control.
“You’re an ornery, mischievous girl,” he snarled.
Only Heidi could see over Rémy’s shoulder. Niko stood beside the bed whipping Rémy’s bathrobe from his torso. He tossed the satin and it slithered off the chair’s arm, but Heidi was transfixed, admiring Niko’s otherworldly body.
For an undead guy, Niko was ravishing, fresh, brimming with vitality. Especially since returning through Hellmouth with his sister, it was virtually impossible to tell that Niko had been raised from the ground recently. He still had his waistcoat, strange linen shirt, trousers, and odd boots. He still wore his greatcoat out at night, although he’d agreed to allow Rémy to take him shopping for a new jacket.
But now, as he kneeled behind Rémy and knocked apart Rémy’s knees with his own, Niko looked firmly embedded in the present. Leaning, Niko dipped a few fingertips into a jar of shimmering white coconut oil. Heidi was fascinated with the view. He slathered his sleek dark cock with the pearly white cream, his thumb working a circular pattern around his shiny glans.
Heidi clutched furiously at Rémy’s cock. He sucked in air with a hiss when Niko reached between the globes of Rémy’s ass and touched a finger full of coconut oil to his tight bud. Heidi assisted by parting the shapely globes for Niko’s pleasure. She could reach one of her long arms around Rémy’s waist to massage his perineum as he hunched up into her higher and higher, inching her up the mattress toward the headboard. She could tell by the way Rémy gasped and his prick plumped inside her that he liked the way Niko slid a finger up his anus.
She knew it before Niko even asked. “You like that, boss man?” In bed, Niko liked to call Rémy that. Outside of bed, Rémy was hardly the boss of anything. The two were equitable. But Niko was freer with his bisexuality than Rémy, having more years of experience under his belt. “You like having me up your ass?”
“I like it,” Rémy grunted, his cock knocking against Heidi’s cervix. It twitched, too, when Heidi petted his perineum, slick with creamy coconut oil. She could even jack Niko’s cock as it pulsated against Rémy’s tight ring, encouraging him to impale the bad boy pirate.
“Teach him who’s boss, Niko.” Heidi spoke around Rémy’s shoulder. “He might pretend to be the boss, but show him who’s in charge, who’s got the upper hand around here.”
Rémy started to protest. “No one’s got the upper—”
But Niko’s penis slipped inside of him, and the rest of his sentence was just a tortured groan.
Heidi was thrilled beyond belief to be feeling Rémy’s prick inside of her, his pumping driven by each thrust of Niko’s hips. Niko was the conductor who controlled all. He held Rémy’s hip, bringing his lover back to meet each one of his thrusts. Heidi was aroused with every loud slap of the men’s pelvises, every slap of Niko’s ball sac against Rémy’s shapely ass, every twitch of Niko’s cock inside of Rémy, which Heidi liked to think she could feel.

About the Author

Karen Mercury's first three novels were historical fiction involving precolonial African explorers. Since she was always either accused or praised (depending how you look at it) for writing overly steamy sex scenes, erotic romance was the natural next step. Now a multi-published author, she is currently writing about the Triple Play Lodge in Utah, and lives in Northern California with her Newfoundland dog.
She is specializing in MMF westerns because let's face it.  With two men who can take care of themselves as well as you, a lady can kick back, relax, and enjoy the scenery.

Twitter: @KarenMercury

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