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Hello awesome readers!

So you have all seen the wonderful photos from my trip to the Romance Novel Convention in Vegas. Well let’s give some of the cool swag I collected away!

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Guest Author – Next Move – S. Garie

Hey you awesome readers!

I’m gearing up for RNC! But before I go I have the fantabulous Sabrina Garie here to give you all a taste of her newest smexy book, Next Move. She’s also talking about date nights. Sigh. I don’t have many of those often. I’m excited to read more. Stay with us and check it out!


Date Night

Can you think of places you’ve been on a date that have really impacted the quality of the evening or somehow reflected the underlying nature of your growing relationship? 

Creating venues for dates between the hero and heroine is not only fun but can also be done in a way to enhance or circumscribe the couples’ interaction. In Next Move, I twice used the restaurants as vehicles to advance the story.  My favorite is Carousel, an artsy bar with open mic nights, poetry readings and the place to be in the small town of Madison.  Let’s take a quick look through the snippet below and then I’ll tell you what I was trying to do with it.

“Let’s go out and have some fun. It’s open mic night at Carousel. A chance to laugh at Madison’s finest if there ever was one.”

His bellow brought a smile to her face. “You never do anything on a small scale, Joci. Let’s go be seen. I’m driving if you want to keep chugging scotch.”


Carousel, a former production factory for ceramic carousel horses refurbished into a restaurant, was hopping when they arrived. Jocelyn had helped the owner finance the renovation so she could always get a seat when she needed it. Vanilla-scented candles topped mosaic tables, each individually designed by a local artist, creating an eclectic but artsy feel to the room. Jared’s finger idly traced the blue, green and black tiles of the storm motif raging across their tabletop. “This is how we met,” he said.

“Looks like we would’ve met anyway.”

“True, but the outcome probably wouldn’t have been the same.”

Would she have let him in her life had it happened otherwise?

In this scene, we first are reminded of Jocelyn’s importance to the town, that her footprint is everywhere.  But Jared first meets her outside Madison and thus from the beginning has always seen her a differently than everyone else, an insight which the design of Carousel reinforces. This creates a fertile atmosphere for Jocelyn who is coming to terms with her feelings for Jared.

Compare this with another venue in the book, the hotel restaurant, which I did not name as a reminder of the temporary nature of the date—just two people passing time waiting out a storm.

Maybe a little flirtation, far from home, work and incessant obligations could be fun. It was just a meal, no relationship potential she had to guard against. What would be the harm? When her stomach started making bear calls loud enough to grab the attention of half the restaurant, she opted for dinner and jogged to where the hostess stood next to a small round table in the back corner of the room.

A white tablecloth partially hid the red-and white-checkered plastic cover. Sugar packets and condiment bottles competed for space with lime-green ceramic candle sticks, Riesling on ice and caviar out of a can. Framed photos ripped from old Life magazines covered the restaurant walls, leaving snippets of black-and-red-poppy wallpaper visible. “Mr. Wyatt should be here shortly, so just sit, relax and let us take care of you. Let me start by pouring you a glass of champagne.”

The design of the table not only screams temporary but also hints at hidden truths underneath. A prettier tablecloth and nicer photos cover a reality of wear and tear underneath that will have to be worked through.

Thanks for stopping by. What’s your favorite date venue and why?  How does it impact the mood of the date?



Next Move

Sabrina Garie


Chamber of Commerce CEO and single mother Jocelyn Wade plays to win—in the boardroom, at local politics and for her daughter. With an overloaded life and a heart scarred shut, she doesn’t do relationships. Ever. Until Jared Wyatt, the hot out-of-town fling she can’t seem to forget swaggers into her life with a different agenda—making Jocelyn his own.

Surviving a shattered marriage, Jared swore off women until a night of unparalleled passion with Jocelyn reawakens needs he thought long gone. When a new job as high school athletic director lands him in Jocelyn’s town, where sports and business rule, he must stay one move ahead of her in the game to win her body and heart.

After rancorous local politics upend their game board, they both must learn to trust again or lose a second chance at love.



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An Excerpt From: NEXT MOVE

Copyright © SABRINA GARIE, 2013

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

“Unlike everyone else in this town, I’m not afraid of you, babe.” He moved over her, purposely looking down at her, channeling all his control through his eyes—a stance that usually had opponents quaking in their boots. Not her.

“Intimidation? It’s not working…darlin’.”

Grasping her upper arms, he pulled her against him so the hardness of his erection stroked across her mons until she shuddered against him. “It’s working just fine, darlin’. Stop pushing me away. You want this every damn bit as much as I do.”

“That was a fluke, a momentary weakness. I don’t do relationships.” Her face, smooth and hard as marble, denied any emotions.

Oh she’s good, but not good enough. “That ice-queen act may scare off the men around here but I know the hellion underneath. And I like her, claws and all.” One hand lifted her face toward him. The red wine on her breath mingled with her rose-lime scent as he licked her lower lip. “I know how to touch you, babe, to make you beg for it and you know I can make you scream. Play power games with me, you’ll lose. I don’t let up, ever.”

“Neither do I,” Jocelyn spat, a glint of darkness clouding her eyes the only hint that she was struggling to keep her will in check.

Tightening his hold, fingers furrowed into the soft flesh of her biceps to keep her close. “I’ve already outmaneuvered you tonight.”

“Overconfident so early in the game? Bad move. I lost a round, not the match.” She glared at him, those brown-black eyes had liquid silver shooting through his veins. He wanted to be pounding the hell out of her on the desk in the corner.

“God, you make me so hot.” He nibbled her chin and cupped her ass to him to let her feel the strength of his hunger.

“Changing battle tactics? Not working.” Her hands on his chest, she pushed back.

“Sure it is. You’re as ramped up as I am.” His hand snaked up under her jacket, his thumb flicked at the bullet-hard nipple. “Right now you’re imagining how you want me to take you. I like the desk, but maybe you’d prefer it against the wall? Hard and wild, just like you like it.” Desire widened her eyes.

“I don’t do relationships,” she whispered, pain crackled in her voice as she struggled to suppress a moan from escaping.

“So you keep selling, but I’m not buying.” He found his advantage and he pushed it. “Mark my words. I’m going to fuck you again, here in this office. It’ll be so damn good my name will be echoing through these hallways, you’ll be screaming it so loud. And then I’ll make love to you, kiss and stroke until you’re purring in my arms and begging for more.”

Distance, she needed distance. Liquid heat drenched her silk panties, she flamed so hot. Jared in full alpha was a sight to behold. The sandalwood scent tickled her nose, drumming up memories of that mouth licking her to bliss, those talented fingers… Damn.

“No, Jared. It’s not going to happen.”

“Yes, it is.” The steel in his voice was unmistakable. “I’m going to win, Jocelyn, because you want me to. I can smell the lust in your pores.” Warm breath on her neck fanned the flame engulfing her spine, traveling at breakneck speed to her womb.

Somehow she ripped free of his touch, those fingers still stroking her breast. It took every ounce of her control to not pull him in the corner and strip him bare. She had to get away. Instead of pissing him off and sending him packing with her gambit, she got more Jared. Time to regroup and figure out next steps, this was not over yet. Not by a long shot.

“Don’t bet on it. We’re done here.” Her voice cracked, but she pulled it together to strut out of the office to the elevator and didn’t look back. Jared could find his own way out.


A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave


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Guest Author – Cataclysmic Shift – T. Lain

Hello you awesome readers! Today I have the fantastic author of ALL things sexy with beautiful boys, Tara Lain! Give it up. She’s got a fun blog post on paranormal sex, a giveaway and a brand spanking new book! So let’s go read about it and share it all over the virtual world!


Paranormal Sex

Hi everyone. I’m Tara Lain and I write the Beautiful Boys of Romance. I’m delighted to be here today with my Milly.  I’m celebrating the release of my new paranormal novel, Cataclysmic Shift. While a majority of my books are contemporary, I’ve written four paranormal novels and I really enjoy it. Contemporary romance presents the challenge of giving two characters a happy ending against all the odds that the real world can present. But paranormal allows the author to create her own world. And this is especially true for sex scenes! With only the restraints of imagination, paranormal sex can get wild!

Back at the very beginning of my writing career, I started a scifi novel in which the hero came from a planet where people were very modest physically but had no restraint in sex. They fed off each other’s sexual energy and often had sex in public. Plus, the male sex organs could revolve! How’s that for wish fulfillment! I still haven’t finished that book. But compared to that, the sex in my first paranormal novel, Spell Cat, was positively tame. My hero, a master witch, starts thunder and lightning storms when he loses control in bed. In my new book, Cataclysmic Shift, my hero is a cat who shifts into a human but loses his memory of being feline. Still, he likes to wash his face by licking his hand with his tongue, and in bed, he meows and may grab his lover by the scruff of the neck with his teeth! He also tries to lick his own private parts — but that’s another story that you’ll see in the excerpt I’ve included below.

What’s the wildest paranormal sex scene you’ve ever read?

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Excerpt R: CATACLYSMIC SHIFT by Tara Lain; A Cat Falls in Love with His Vet

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Super cat, Aloysius, may be the most powerful witch’s familiar in the world, but when he takes a blast at the hand of an evil witch he loses it all — power, memory, and his feline form — to become the ethereal human beauty, Alain Bellarose. When Alain wakes up naked on the floor surrounded by dogs and cats, his eyes first set upon Luke Elliott, the handsome and mysterious veterinarian.  Suddenly, the prospect of being human doesn’t seem so bad. Luke has a lot to hide and he likes animals way more than people, but he can’t resist the flamboyant boy who washes his face with the side of his hand and tries to lick his own privates!  The loss of Aloysius depletes the power of the Witch Master, Killian Barth, and that of his “secret weapon” Sammy and leaves their coven sitting ducks for two very nasty females. When Alain discovers that he’s really a powerful cat, he’s faced with the ultimate choice. To protect his community, or stay with the man he loves.

Alain sat cross-legged on the bed. These pajama pants Luke bought him were pretty comfortable. What a strange night. Who were those men to him? Killian and Blaine? They seemed very important. The urge to protect Killian had wiped out every thought and feeling he had. Still, they hadn’t recognized him. That was disappointing, but he didn’t know why.

He sighed. And Luke. The man wanted to get rid of him. Couldn’t blame him. Alain had come in and interfered with his privacy. He should leave. But that felt so wrong. And he wanted to be friends with Luke. He could feel the man’s loneliness like a well of darkness. But when he tried to be friends, his big penis kept getting in the way. Like last night. He just wanted to have Luke’s company in that bed, but he kept waking up with his member hard and hurting. It didn’t feel all that relaxed right now.

He looked over at Amelia, who stuck her leg in the air, leaned down, and licked her female parts. Hmm. He listened. Dishes still rattled in the kitchen. Luke had said he’d clean up since Alain had set everything out. He would have liked to help, but it felt like Luke wanted to be alone.

Amelia seemed to be enjoying her bath. He should be able to do it. He stretched out a leg and bent down. His head easily rested on his thigh. If he tucked his head, it might work.

He slipped off his pajama pants and dropped them on the bed beside him. There it was. He had no idea how he came to have such an impressive penis. And he must have a basis for comparison, because he knew it was big. Whose penis had he seen? What did Luke’s penis look like?

He reached down and pulled back his foreskin. That felt very good indeed.

Okay. Could he do it? He leaned until his head passed his thigh and rested on the sheet beneath. So close. With one hand, he grabbed his penis and stretched it toward his mouth. He curled his neck. Damn, it seemed like it would feel so good if he could clean it like Amelia was doing. Why didn’t it work?

He stuck out his tongue.

Yes. The tip of his tongue contacted the foreskin. Oh my goodness. He gave two licks. With his other hand, he pulled back the skin and exposed the gleaming head of his member. Oh yes. His tongue made contact again. Warm, wet, heavenly. He stretched his tongue until the root burned, but he couldn’t get much more of the penis wet. Still, this was wonderful. What would it be like if someone else did it for him?

His rumbles tickled his chest. “Hmmpurrrrr.” He licked all around the head, then tried to push into that tiny hole. “Purrrrrrrrr.”

“Alain?” Luke’s voice came from behind the door that stood ajar.

He froze. Luke seemed to find him unusual. This felt like a perfectly normal activity to him, but Luke might not think so.

“Is anything wrong?” Luke sounded concerned.

Alain grabbed his pajama pants and pulled them across his lap as he sat up. His penis was quite stiff from his ministrations. “No, I’m fine. Come in.”

Luke pushed open the door, glanced at Alain’s lap, and blushed. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude. You should have closed your door, and I wouldn’t have bothered you.”

What did he mean, exactly?

Luke grinned. “But hey, we all do it, right?”

Oh. “You do? Because I found it quite difficult.”

“You did?”

Alain pulled his eyebrows together. “Amelia does it with such ease, but I found I couldn’t get as far as she does. How do you do it?”

Luke frowned and sat on the edge of the bed. “Amelia? What are we talking about, Alain?”

“Trying to lick one’s balls and member. Isn’t that what you meant?”

Luke’s mouth opened, then closed again. Then he started to laugh. “Not exactly, but I was correct that there’s hardly a guy on the planet who hasn’t tried it. Never with much success, though. If we could do it, the race would probably vanish, since no man would look for a partner to do it for him.” He laughed some more.



If you get a chance, go read the one that started all the fun with Aloysius. You’re sure to enjoy it!





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About Tara



Tara Lain never met a beautiful boy she didn’t love – at least on paper. A writer of erotic romance, mostly male/male and ménage, Tara loves all her characters, but especially her handsome heroes.  Tara’s first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now on book 19. She was voted Best Author of 2011 in the LRC Awards, had her Genetic Attraction Series named runner-up for Best Series of 2011, and is a frequent presenter at RT, GayRomLit , RWA, and other conferences. Passionate about diversity, justice, inclusion and new ideas, she says on her tombstone it will read, “Yes”.

Find Tara at:

E-mail:          tara@taralain.com

Website:        http://www.taralain.com

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Guest Author – Symphony of Light and Winter – R. Mason

Hello lovely readers!

Thanks for joining me today with fellow Etopia Author Renea Mason.

Renea’s got a sexy blog post and a SUPER delicious new book for you all to read! Stay with us and check it out. I know you’ll love it!  Now let’s give the lovely Renea Mason a big welcome :D

Sex in the city, the mountains and beyond –  Renea Mason


In this erotic tale, fantasy and reality collide.

“Write what you know,” is a quote often credited to Mark Twain.  Whether or not the statement originated with the literary genius is still a topic of much debate, but it seemed like a great launching point for Symphony of Light and Winter.

My debut novel, a paranormal erotic romance, incorporates elements from my life and surroundings but in fragmented pieces.  Even though I’d love to confirm real tales of being ravished by otherworldly lovers in glass cabins, you’ll find the story to be entirely fictitious, but the backdrop is real for anyone to experience.

I was born and raised in the stunning Laurel Mountains, in Southwestern Pennsylvania.  So in true ‘write what you know’ fashion, I set the story among the majestic rolling hills, stunning waterfalls and dense woodlands, as they are perfect for a tale laced with magic and sensuality.



But the most mystical thing about the area is the city nestled between the legs of two magnificent rivers whose juncture creates an entirely new waterway.  With three rivers, the significance of the number  in the practice of magic and uniqueness of the metropolis makes Pittsburgh the ultimate setting for the supernatural.


Mount Washington, a sheer mountain face, provides a breathtaking view of the city.  This is where Cyril, a man created to be a goddess’s lover,[D4]  chose to create his luxurious abode.  Linden, an ordinary symphony fundraiser, finds comfort in the view when she is held captive by Cyril and six beyond sexy members of his supernatural family.


In a flashback,  you learn how Linden and Cyril first met.  Among the intricately carved stones that grace the many cemeteries in the Laurel Mountains, a love grew between an unlikely young woman and a man so unearthly, that only he could inspire this epic story of love, lust and ultimate sacrifice.


Now that you’ve seen how reality inspired this fantastical and seductive adventure, I hope you’ll check out the story and perhaps plan a trip to the locations that inspired it all.


Here is a short excerpt to whet your appetite:


My amusement was interrupted by the absolute last thing I needed. Cyril. As if being in a room with a bunch of men who wanted me but didn’t know why and hated me for it wasn’t bad enough. In his black custom suit, he radiated power. He pulled at his cuff links as he stopped to survey the room.

Instead of trying to make my escape, I seized an opportunity to antagonize him. I was really starting to enjoy tormenting him.

“Good morning, Grim, it is nice of you to join us.”

“Grim. Ha! She called him Grim.” Rhys clapped his hands as he laughed.

Cyril didn’t acknowledge me or Rhys’s comment. He stood there for a very long time and looked around the room at each man. Nobody met his gaze but me. Cyril’s fists clenched at his side, jaw tight, and face furious.

“I warned all of you,” he addressed the room. He didn’t growl but rather wrapped his words with a subtle menace.

“Leave them alone. You know this is entirely your fault. If you would just think things through, you’d stop fucking everything up. I do have to say, of all your fuckups, this one is certainly the most impressive and entertaining from my perspective.” I winked at Overton, who managed to glare at me even with his head practically bowed. Why were they so fucking subservient to him?

The next thing I knew, I was yanked from my seat and hoisted onto the counter. Cyril grabbed my ass and pulled me to the edge, forced my legs open, and stepped between them. He wrapped his arms around me and placed his head against mine. It wasn’t his voice I heard but rather his mind. It felt like when I talked to myself but somehow I knew it was him. Strange, he had tone and inflection while communicating.

“You need to stop showing off in front of my men. Yes, I fucked up, but do you really want them to give in to their urges? Do you think you can fend them off? I could toss you to them and see how far you get. Is that what you want? Maybe I should let them have their way with you and pull up a chair to watch. I want you to think about something before you start to defy me. I’m the only one who can keep you safe. So it’s best you stop being a smart-ass for five seconds and listen to me. I’m going to do something that will piss you off. I’m warning you now it’s for your own good. You need to go along with it, no matter how angry you are at me. Don’t fight me. I’ll try to fix this but until then, I need to take a few precautions.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. If I thought something, could he hear me? Was this two-way communication? I tried to push him away.

He tightened his grip and his voice was in my head again.

“Stop it! Let me remind you that I have a special connection with these men. Not only can I read their thoughts but I can’t block them. I don’t have to try to receive them. I know exactly what each person in this room, besides you of course, is thinking right now.”

So that’s what Overton meant when he said Cyril had ways of finding out.

“The thoughts that assaulted me when I entered this room would make a porn star blush; every one of their little fantasies featured you.”

I giggled.

The voice growled. “Don’t laugh. I won’t pretend I’m not jealous and angry. I am. But if you knew the things they were thinking you’d better understand why I need to do what I’m about to do. Do you see Dominic over there? Let’s just say his tastes run a little dark. Ever spend considerable time naked with your hands bound behind your back and a ball gag in your mouth? He’s picturing you that way, this very instant.”

I stiffened. That didn’t at all appeal to me.

“Thor seems to think that you’d enjoy all of us taking you at the same time.”

And he seemed so quiet and sweet.

“Sinclair wants to shove his cock down your throat until you choke, all the while telling you how it’s your entire fault. Rhys is thinking of how you would look sprawled out on the hood of his new sports car, and Overton…”

“NO!” I yelled.

It seemed like a violation of privacy with Overton. Unlike the others, I considered him a friend. I respected him too much.

“See, like it or not, I’m going to tell you what he’s thinking since it pisses me off the most. He thinks I’m going to fuck you right here on this counter, to lay my claim. Once he gets past the fantasies of watching me fuck you, which he finds exceptionally arousing…”

There was a momentary pause to the voice and when he started again, he was angry.

“He then knocks on your bedroom door after you run crying from the room. You invite him in and he holds you in his arms while you cry about how I violated and humiliated you. He wants to comfort you. He wants to be your savior. He wants to save you from me. But he knows he can’t.”

I felt the moment he left my head, because a sudden wave of dizziness came over me.

With no more words, he tilted his head and placed his lips against mine. I fought the rigidity that tried to seize my body. I knew it was best to give in. I wouldn’t fight him, but I knew every time he got close, I ran the risk of losing myself. I was still way too angry to just give up.

His lips danced with mine as he nestled himself between my open thighs.

Was Overton right? How far would he take it? If it did go too far, would I be able to stop him? He was such a fucking weakness for me I honestly didn’t think I would.

He was gentle and softly stroked my back as his tongue made love to my mouth. With one hand he cupped my ass and pulled me flush against him, and with the other he reached up, cupped my breast, and squeezed hard. His kiss grew frantic and I became caught up in the sensation, forgot where I was, and that I had an audience. He pushed me hard against his erection as he rubbed himself rhythmically against my core. “You are mine. You belong to me. Now say it! Let them all know who you belong to.”

Was he kidding? I hesitated.

He ran his fangs up the side of my neck in warning. He whispered in my ear, “Say it. You need to say it. Let them hear it come from your lips.” His hand drifted from my breast to the hem of my nightgown and pulled up one side so it rested in the crease where my leg met my hip.

Somehow the part of me that knew he was right surfaced, and the stubborn part of me took a momentary vacation. If I was his, they wouldn’t dare defy him. It would keep me safe.

His fingers toyed with the edge of my panties before tugging the fabric to the side to allow him to stroke my moist skin. He positioned himself at the juncture between my legs, allowing my naked flesh to gather friction from his cloth-covered cock.

“Yes, Cyril, I’m yours.”

With that, he struck. His fangs pierced my neck. The second of pain from his bite passed and the pleasure grew, igniting my veins with liquid desire. One arm tightened around me, pulling me harder against his cock. The other held my head while he sucked harder. Each pull he took was linked to the sensitive place between my legs. He ground his hips into mine and I moaned. The first wave of climax hit, tensing muscles and pushing my breath out in a rush. This was new. He could do this just by biting me?

I shook in his arms as he drank. Tremor after tremor seized me as he took his fill. I was so caught up in the sensation I only vaguely noticed the moans and growls that escaped from behind his teeth. With one final pull, and a thrust of his hips, he finished with a crushing embrace as he removed his teeth from my neck.

“Mine!” he roared. He enveloped me in his arms and held me close. He dipped his head to lick closed the small punctures on my throat.

I threw my head back. My breathing slowed as the cloud that had invaded my head receded.

Son of a bitch! I just came in front of everyone while sitting on the kitchen counter!

I was afraid to open my eyes but when I did, he stared back.

He nuzzled my cheek. “I’m sorry. I only want to protect you. If you’re mine, no one will dare touch you. I needed to lay my claim but I didn’t want to take anything you hadn’t already offered. Since you’ve replenished me before I thought this might be more acceptable.”

I was angrier with myself than him.

He caressed my arms and back. When I mustered enough courage to look around, we were the only
people in the kitchen, with the exception of Overton, who stood in the doorway holding the keys to my car.

Cyril softly lifted my chin so that my eyes would meet his. “Again, I’m sorry. I know I end up saying that far too often. But I need you to know, hearing those words from your lips…ah, hell. I can’t even explain it. Perhaps someday, you’ll utter them in truth.”

He placed his forehead against mine, took a deep breath. “Fuck. Maybe Overton is right. Maybe someone should save you from me.”


About the book


Symphony of Light and Winter from Etopia Press – released June 21st, 2013


One woman. Seven men. All bound by one man’s undying devotion.

Fundraiser Linden Hill has a knack for reading people. She always knows which conversations will put a prospect at ease, which drink will loosen a patron’s lips—or his wallet, and how cleavage will make a donor sweeten the deal. She’s even foreseen her dateless weekends four hundred and sixty-four times in a row.

But ten years after watching life drain from her former mentor’s and first love’s eyes, her skills for divining the predictable are lost. When Cyril returns, he’s still gorgeous, but this time he’s beyond human, far less dead, and pissed. His lack of memory drives him to desperate acts, and his turbulent re-acquaintance with Linden pulls her into his war with a creature hell-bent on his destruction. His group of six supernatural men share a tantalizing secret, but despite the hunger, it’s love that leads her to sacrifice everything to save him…

About the author


Renea Mason writes steamy romances to help even out the estrogen to testosterone imbalance caused by living in a house full of men.

When she isn’t putting pen to paper crafting sensual stories filled with supernatural lovers, she spends time with her beyond-supportive husband, two wonderful sons and three loving but needy cats.

She is also a founding member of the http://coffeetalkwriters.com/



Thank you

Thanks to Milly Taiden for hosting me.  And thank you to all my current and future readers.  My best.


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Changes she can’t understand…

When Raine Bowe volunteers for a sleep study for the extra cash, she didn’t expect to wake in a lab or to be victimized by a mad scientist. She escapes with one objective–to find someone strong enough to wage war with the evil growing inside her.

A job he will never accept…

Ryder Storm is a man with a reputation–the bad boy of his own universe. He doesn’t take prisoners, won’t give into a sweet smile, and doesn’t cut his pack an inch of slack. He knows the desperate woman in his bar is his the moment he lays eyes on her. He’ll give her anything she wants, except the one thing she’s begging for. Death.

Passion neither can fight…

Raine enlists Ryder’s help to unravel the mystery surrounding the hours she lost in the lab and to help tame the beast inside her. In their search for answers, the road will lead them to a twisted experiment involving shifters, humans, and the creation of the ultimate Alpha. He’s ready for the adventure and she’s ready for her answers. Neither are ready for the lust that calls down from the mating moon. But a wolf knows its mate, and an alpha will not stop until he or she gets what they want.



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