Purchase eBook here!                                                                                          Read Reviews!
Purchase Print book!                                                                          Check out the Book Teaser!


Feral Fascination

The wild is calling, where creatures - animal, human, and a bit of both - run free on moonlit nights, where Love enflames the savage beast and predators claim their mates with teeth and claws. The magic of the night can be a curse or a secret bond, can claim you with fierce love or make you a captive in a were's lair...
These paranormal stories give "animal passion" a whole new dimension.

          And oh, those love bites...



Uncontrolled Magic
Creatures of Myth, Book 2

Blurb

Uncontrolled Magic is a sequel to Undying Magic, from Ellora's Cave's Fun in the Sun series.

What happens when a were-dragon propositions a very hungry vampire? He ends up naked and chained to a wall in his lair, among other things.

Marissa, a vampire recently returned from ashes, thinks her arrangement with Jack is all about blood and sex. As for Jack, a were-dragon in need of an escort to his parents' fiftieth anniversary party, he's just happy to have found a date. Particularly one who can live through the weekend event.

Add in some magical restraints, sexy dragon-training lessons, several Hells Angels and some unexpected party crashers, and Marissa and Jack might end up with more than just a weekend to remember.

Excerpt
Naked, Marissa sat on the Florida beach under the full moon. She watched her brother, Ricardo, disappear into the night with Jane held tight in his arms. The coming centuries ought to be a lot of fun while they worked on controlling Jane's newfound magic. Her brother was in for a wild ride.

The tropical air felt warm, yet she shivered in reaction to unseen eyes on her body. Speaking of wild rides, the unmistakable heated gaze of a were-dragon watched her from the dark.

"Come out and play, little dragon," Marissa callled softly.

She'd sensed the were-dragon just after Ricardo had completed the ritual that returned Marissa to...well, the dead. The same ritual altered Jane's molecular structure into that of a Druid-mage. If Ricardo hadn't been so worried about Jane's conversion, he'd have felt the were-dragon's presence.

Stifling a smile, Marissa took a deep breath, savoring the spicy, rich aroma that made her senses tingle. She so loved were-creature blood. The stranger better be willing to share.

"Woman, there is nothing little about me." The deep disgruntled voice washed over her, seeming to soothe the aches and pains of her recent ordeal. The fire in her blood ignited, her stomach clenching in hunger. Lucky for the dragon, she'd learned control centuries ago. The steel thread of her will kept her fangs from dropping, her body sitting relaxed on the sand.

What she really wanted to do was jump him. Bury her fangs into the large artery in his neck and wrap her legs around him in blood thrall. Make him beg for more.

When the dark-haired man stepped out of the shadows, she had to agree with his statement. Far from little, he stood several inches over six feet tall, with a massive chest and tree trunk biceps. He brushed his hair--so black it was almost blue--off his face, long curls skimming the top of his strong shoulders. Meeting his gaze, she fell into the amazing turquoise warmth of his eyes.

Oh, baby. This one is hot! Goddess, I love my life!

Just not right now. Worn out, her shoulders slumped from the nightmare of being nothing more than dust one minute, and pulled back to her blonde, vampy self the next. She was hungry. Hopefully dragon-man wouldn't take a lot of coaxing to volunteer his blood. She didn't feel like attempting sweet-talk.

First things first, she needed clothes. She tried to summon the energy to create them with her magic...and got nothing. Not even a thong. "Throw me your shirt."

"Ah, but I like the view," the man grumbled good-naturedly. Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, he pulled it over his head and threw it to her.

Marissa raised her arms to shrug into the extra-large tank top. Not that it covered much. The armholes on the black shirt hung almost to her waist, flashing boobs every time she moved. Ah, well...never let it be said that she was shy. Besides, it was only fair. Ridding him of his shirt gave her a fantastic view. Worthy of poetry, the man's bare chest revealed washboard abs and dancing pecs...beefcake extraordinaire.

"I heard the man call you Jillian." At this he smirked. "My name is Jack, and I would make a trade, vampire."

Jack. His name is Jack? Of course it was.

Jack and Jill went up a hill...and Jillian was about to see if the dragon's claims of "nothing little" had any merit. In slow motion, she gathered her legs under her, thought about standing on her own two feet. Realized quickly it might not happen. If vampires could sweat, she'd be doing it about now.

The man walked forward, holding out his hand in assistance. "I have a proposition for you."

Cocking an eyebrow at him in question, she hoped it was the kind of proposition a prim and proper girl would slap him for. Marissa would consider bending over to kiss his...toes.

Just to get things moving in the right direction.

Setting her small hand in his much larger one, she allowed him to pull her off the sand. Her legs wobbled and she swayed. It took a few moments before she could release her grip on Jack to stand on her own. She used the time to catalogue his many and varied assets. Strength. Yummy smell. Topping the list--flexible body parts. If she'd worn panties, they'd be wet right now.

She would deal with his use of her hated first name, Jillian, after she heard his proposal. "Go on," she purred. "I'm all--ears." She grinned at him, negating this comment by flicking her tongue over her fangs.

"Blood for..."

When he hesitated, she cheerfully filled in the blank. "Sex?" she added hopefully.

"No! For escort." The man sounded appalled at her suggestion.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You don't want sex, you want an escort?" Then why was he trying to pick up a naked vampire? If she wasn't such a nice girl, that kind of behavior could get him killed.