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Copyright © 2016, MIsha Paige Chapter One Devros  I lunged to protect Alaric as he stood helpless in human form, unable to shift because of the eggs he carried. His mates, Josiah and Krystos, battled fiercely as the three of us tried to shield him from our attackers. Bane had erected a ward to protect himself and Galen while his mate, Jaden, the high priest of Drakos, fought at our side. His missing left hind leg did not lessen the skill with which he battled. Krystos faltered for a brief moment when a tail caught him in his face, leaving...

Copyright © 2016 by Jayne Fresina Chapter One 1813 An Introduction in Mid-Air. (Well, one must begin somewhere)   Dangling from a drainpipe could be a distinctly drafty business, she discovered. It was also a pastime far from ideal when dressed in her Sunday best. However, if such measures were necessary, Melinda Goodheart was your girl. Few pupils at the Particular Establishment for the Advantage of Respectable Ladies would claim to be made of stronger stuff, and certainly none could prove it. As she clung to that rusted, cast iron pipe and felt one shoe begin its slow, tantalizing slip...

Chapter One Besh eyed the inhabitation before him, his body tight and ready to spring into action at any moment. He felt his muscles ripple and stretch, unease rolling through him. He couldn’t appear too aggressive as he and his men approached. This was a scouting mission, not an attack. Under the heavy battle armor he wore, he felt sweat trickling down his clenched abdomen, his stomach taut with tension. He and his group of warriors marched ahead toward a small village, an anxious feeling riding his nerves.  The heat on this planet didn’t help, either. It was unbearable, unlike...

Excerpt Grim woke up alone, the covers tucked up around him. Looking out the window to the right of the large bed, he saw the sun low in the sky. Was it sunset, or had he somehow slept through the rest of the day and then through the night as well? He got up and found his discarded robe draped over the end of the bed. He tied the robe around him again and walked out of the bedroom. Duncan sat in the large main room working at the com station. He spoke quietly to someone through a headset, and...

Excerpt A Beginning                                          Callum Truthstale brushed his hand through Weaver’s soft golden brown locks.  His lover’s hair wasn’t much darker than the wheat they now lay hidden within. Wheat that should’ve already been cut, but was still untouched, thankfully.  They needed the tall plants to hide themselves amongst.  Lowering his head, he captured a brief kiss.  As he lifted, he licked his lips, savoring the taste of the man. A man he shouldn’t want. “We don’t have much time left,” Weaver said, a frown twisting his handsome features.  “I fear my father’s growing suspicious of all my time spent...