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ISBN: N/A
Genre:
Paranormal, shifters
Publisher:
Phaze
Publisher URL:
http://www.phaze.com/
Release Date: July
28. 2008
Cat's Claw
By Jude Mason
The death of a long time friend, leads Morgan Fields on
an extraordinary quest into the backwoods. There she
finds love and so much more. Joshua Lansing, the son of
her deceased friend helps her explore the heritage she
never knew was hers.
Excerpt:
Off balance, Morgan hesitated. Feeling a little foolish,
after all this was where she'd been going, she strode
through the door. The home she stepped into was like
nothing she'd ever seen before. It was divided into two
rooms; the room she stood in was the main one, a
combination living room, kitchen and bedroom, straight
ahead and to her right, she saw a partially opened door
that led into a bathroom. Dark, richly oiled wood was
everywhere; the floor, walls and ceiling. Even the
countertops in the kitchen were a polished lighter wood,
as was the headboard of the bed, which was placed at the
left wall in a kind of alcove created by the bathroom
wall. A large stone fireplace dominated the room. That's
where the light came from that she'd seen and fled
towards. Earth tones of browns, greens and oranges made
up the colors of almost everything: bedding, the cover
on the single couch and chair that faced the fireplace,
as well as the heavy drapes that were drawn back from
the windows.
"I asked who you were, lady." Joshua interrupted her
silent appraisal of his domain. She looked back at him
with a pang of regret. She hated being the bearer of bad
news, even when she had no choice.
"I'm sorry," she stammered and turned to face him. "This
is amazing, your place, I mean." She did a slow spin,
getting one last good look at the place and him, before
breaking the news. "My name's Morgan Field. I knew your
father—"
"Knew?" he interrupted, frowning. "You said you knew
him. Has something happened to my father?"
"I'm sorry." She hated the quiver in her voice. At that
moment, she'd have given anything to be somewhere else,
have someone else break the news to this gorgeous man.
Taking a deep breath, she went on before she lost her
courage. "Your father passed away a week ago yesterday.
I'm the executor of his will, he—"
"Passed away?" He looked as if she'd punched him in the
stomach. His face paled, a haunted look shadowed his
eyes. "You mean he's dead? My father's dead?"
"Yes," she said as softly and as gently as she knew how.
His sorrow was like a blanket wrapping around not only
him, but also her and the room. She dropped her bag and
took a step towards him. "I'm so sorry."
Before she could say anything else, Joshua staggered and
looked as if he was going to collapse. She lunged
forward, slipping an arm around his waist. Taking his
other arm, she wrapped it around her shoulders and
guided him to the large, comfortable-looking couch.
The warm flesh of his hip under her palm stirred a
longing she'd been trying to ignore ever since she'd
first seen him. The towel did almost nothing to hide his
firm body. It had been much too long since she'd had a
man. Circumstances made that difficult for her at the
best of times. A flash of memory, a re-occurring dream,
or nightmare of passion, of tearing flesh, the taste of
blood in her mouth and a craving that left her weak and
trembling, all mixed together made her shudder.
Determinedly pushing her desire for him aside, she
focused on getting him to sit down before he fell down.
It was not the time to let her own problems surface.
Glancing through the nearby window she saw the soft
moonlight, and felt the pang of a longing she'd kept
hidden all her life.
She heard a soft groan when she eased him down, and felt
the muscles in his chest writhe when she pressed her
palm against him. A familiar response to tension, she
thought; inside she had a niggling glimmer of something
else.
"I haven't seen him for almost two years," Joshua said
abruptly. As if that first confession broke the lock,
the rest came tumbling out. "We disagreed about some
things. Family mostly, they seemed important at the
time. Funny," he looked into her eyes, and she saw the
heart-wrenching pain of his loss, "it doesn't seem
important now. I'd give anything to see him one last
time. Tell him I loved him. Tell him that both of us
were right."
Joshua lurched to his feet and pushed past her, nearly
knocking her over. Startled, she reached out and
grabbed. The towel came away without so much as a tug.
Morgan stared dumbstruck at the soft, white, slightly
damp cloth in her hand, her mouth dropped open.
Blinking, she glanced up at him, standing just as
dumbstruck. Naked and beautiful. She blurted, "Oh my
God! I—I…" Her face flashed hot with embarrassment, but
she couldn't turn away, he was a magnificent animal.
Only the reason for her visit made her hold the towel
toward him. Under other circumstances, she was sure
she'd have moved in and taken advantage of the beautiful
man.
Beast Magic
by Sapphire Phelan
They came from two different worlds.
Ramses was a werelion. Shana Tory was human. The
Dreaming foretold them as soul mates.
So Ramses tracked her down in America, and when he found
her, made her his and brought her back home with him to
the South African Bushveld.
But others from his pride, led by one evil lioness, do
not want them together.
Besides their lives, will their love survive the coming
war?
Excerpt:
Ramses paced one end of the cage to the other. He
acknowledged the other lions briefly as they watched him
with an air of fear and respect. They knew what he
really was. Shapeshifter. Changer of forms. One of many
that, like him, were behind the myths of werebeasts,
except they weren’t myths.
He stopped and smiled. It was something that a pure lion
couldn’t do. Sharp fangs glinted in the moonlight.
The funny thing about werewolves, werelions, weretigers,
and other shapeshifting creatures of magic were that the
human stories made claim to a man changing into a beast.
Actually, it was the other way around. Among the animal
and bird kingdom, a few were born with the magical
ability to be able to become a human being. Strangely
enough, it seemed only the predators could do this and
not those who fed upon vegetation. Ramses could never
figure out why this was. But it had always been so.
Usually a shapeshifter mated with another shapeshifter.
But mostly, the Dreaming would reveal a human as the
potential mate. And so, the identity of his mate had
come to him. Ever since he was a cub, he had seen his
anisa in dreams.
One female shapeshifter, Kaket, had tried to gain his
interest, to mate with her. He refused, letting her know
that he had the Dreaming, and that his true mate waited
for him across the Great Water in another land called
America. Angry, Kaket told him he would be sorry he had
denied her.
The human woman must have dreamed of him too. For today
she had come, drawn to him. Ramses had awoken, sensing
her. He had left the sleeping quarters and saw her for
the first time outside of his dreams.
Tall and long limbed, she had a long red golden mane
that gleamed like fire when the sunlight struck it. Her
eyes were beautiful green, just like the lush grass of
home. That gaze of jade had stared into his eyes,
stirring him. Breasts, just the right size for a male’s
hands, jutted forward and tented the man-made material
she wore like a second skin. His cock had hardened
against his belly, pointing toward her like it was
trying to reach for her woman’s sex. Ramses had felt the
urge to leap over the boundary that separated them and
fuck her in his lion or human form, it didn’t matter
which. The impulse had overtaken him and he almost lost
his control when she had turned tail and ran.
Time to take it to the next level.
With a thrust of his hind legs, Ramses launched through
the air and sailed over both the stone boundary and
metal fence. He landed on the other side of the cement
ground just outside the lion enclosure. Without a
backward glance at the other lions, he bounded away.
He had a mate to claim and a destiny to fulfill.
Purr for Me
Skylar Sinclair
Panteara is a beast-shifting panther. For the females of
her kind, they shift into half human, half panther on
their day of birth--their birthday. Lucky for her, it
happens to be on Halloween. This primping puss is all
sexed up and heading out to a friend’s Halloween party
dressed as, you guessed it, a sleek pelted and
curvaceous panther.
Roarke Rawling has been coerced by his sister, Tabby,
into going to this damn Halloween party and, to top if
all off, he’s dressed in a skintight lion tamer’s
costume. Bored out of his mind, ready to leave the party
with a vest pocket full of unwanted woman’s phone
numbers, he catches sight of a luscious cat woman
entering the party. Now, there’s one pussy he’d love to
tame.
Sit back and get ready for the fur to fly when you mix
together a sexy panther and an arrogant lion tamer.
Excerpt:
A deep, hedonistic voice spoke close to her left ear,
ruffling the fine hairs near the top her temple as he
did, “I bet I can make you purr.”
Panteara slowly turned toward the delicious voice,
stepping back, only to have to stop her mouth from
gapping wide open. At first, all she could see was this
massive wall of muscle. She had to look up and step back
once more to get the full picture of the man who stood
before her.
For once in her life, she was totally speechless. All
she could do was look this tall drink of water up and
down, taking in every scrumptious inch of him. Her eyes
kept stalling at the large package between his legs,
held in place by the shiny black tights he wore so well.
Finally she moved past that large treat onto his ripped
and muscled abdomen, where again, a fine trail of hair
pulled her right back to his sizeable endowment. She
swore it grew larger each time she eyed it. Before her
stood a tall Greek deity, dressed in a very revealing
lion tamer’s outfit, complete with a wicked looking whip
wrapped around his tight, lean waist. He wore a black
leather vest that looked too small for his large frame.
His chest was lightly furred with pale, blonde curly
hairs. He had a strong handsome face, distinctly refined
nose and a wide mouth. His lower lip was fuller than his
upper, giving him a slightly pouty appeal, which begged
her to run her tongue along the seam of those lips. On
his thick wrists he wore black leather studded
wristbands. She’d bet that his large hands would feel
like raw silk moving over her exposed and silken fur.
What almost stopped her heart were his eyes. They
resembled orbs of goldstone, a rich burnished brown
gemstone with dispersions of gold flecks. She could’ve
drowned in the depth of his sensual gaze. He had a wild
mane of tawny hair that was thickly layered around his
face. On any other man it would have looked ridicules,
on him it was sexier than hell.
Panteara had almost fallen under his sexual spell until
she noticed he’d hiked up one blonde eyebrow and his
lips parted in a grin of pure male arrogance, exposing
strong white teeth, a look that said: I am gorgeous and
I know it.
Panteara gave herself a mental shake, and then narrowed
her eyes at him. He wanted to play, then let the games
begin.
“What’s your name…stud?” She purred as she slinked the
last couple of feet that separated them, then ran the
pads of her fingertips along the bulging biceps and
triceps of one of his arms, her other hand was placed
seductively on a cocked hip.
His flesh quivered in the wake of her touch. As it did,
shocks of primal recognition sparked up Panteara’s
fingertips.
“That would be ‘Mate’ to you, pussy…cat.”
Holy mother of—
He was one of her kind, but much worse…a beast-shifting
lion, known far and wide to be fierce and possessive
creatures, with a hot temper and sexually insatiable.
Damn. She should have known when she had smelt that
heady scent, but then again, she had never been around
lion-shifters before this.
* * *
Phew, it's suddenly
a lot warmer in here. Shifting Desires will be
available for purchase from
Phaze.
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