Marcus knew Betsy was for him, his mate, but after being rejected once from her, could he still offer his heart on a plate, not to mention his best friend, Boone?
But will the threat to Betsy’s life take her away from all? Will this Christmas have another happy ending as her sister had last year?
Trinity Blacio has been writing now professionally for ten years. Currently, she has 75 available titles from Riverdale Avenue Books, Decadent Publishing and Self-pub stories with more to come. She is always excited to be writing, hearing from readers and helping fellow authors.
She lives in Elyria, Ohio, and shares with her two children and two cats. When Trinity has time, you can find her reading all sorts of romance novels. But as you have figured out, her favorite are Dark Fantasy, Erotic, Ménage, Erotic Horror. You can find her on Facebook, Goodreads, Twitter and, of course, here.
Josh had taken a month off from his Realtor job to get the construction finished on his house, but he was leaning toward it being a permanent vacation. He still liked selling houses, but something was missing. It didn’t excite him anymore and he was tired of the rat race.
All Carter wanted was to get a job and start her life over again. She had just spent the last ten years in prison for a crime she didn’t commit, and that made finding a job difficult, if not down right impossible. She didn’t want to go back to the halfway house, but things weren’t looking good.
Ollie Whitfield took an instant liking to the young woman and her sister, Rachel. He’d make sure his grandson gave her a job in the new greenhouse he was opening up. There was no since in her beating the pavement for a dead-end job when he had one for her. He just had to convince her of that. She had some dad-blamed notion in her head that she’d bring danger to the family.
Josh’s grandda had already told him of the scary things the woman could do, and he was worried that Carter and her sister might be taking advantage of an old man. But when Josh walked behind her at the dinner table and caught her scent, he was floored. He had found his mate and neither of them were prepared for it.
Carter knew he was a shifter, but the things she could do would get them all killed, and she wouldn’t allow that. She would somehow convince him that this mate thing was a bad idea.
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Harold reached for my hand, and I felt my pulse race. This was it. He was about to propose.
Why else would he have brought me up the trail to the look out on a weeknight and made me pack a picnic basket. We’d been dating long enough, the time had come to make it official, to give him the rights to claim my body as his due in the eyes of the Lord.
I should have been excited.
I should have waited patiently.
I should have allowed nature to take its course.
But I didn’t.
You see, what I haven’t told you yet, is that I had a secret.
A terrible, horrible, sinful secret.
I was a lusting woman.
That’s right, I was a woman who desired to have sex with another person. Outside of marriage. Anywhere at all.
I’d even done the unthinkable, and touched myself.
If Harold knew, he’d never want me.
I lived in fear at every service that the serpents would discover my sin. But so far, since I’d started touching myself, only a few weeks before that day, I’d been spared the wrath of the snakes.
If I could become an honest woman, a married woman, then all my sins would be washed away, I hoped. But, as Harold's clammy fingers squeezed mine, I had another thought.
I couldn’t bear the idea of saying yes to him. Not without having some idea what he'd be like in my bed. I needed to have some inkling of his body under the starched exterior walls he always kept erect. I wanted to know that he had something else that could become erect.
To my horror and his shock, I suddenly turned to him.
“Kiss me,” I begged, then I threw myself into his arms.
At first he appeared taken aback my request, but after extracting my arms from his side, and settling me back firmly in front of him, he nodded at me.
Pursing his lips obligingly, he closed his eyes and dropping his head back slightly. I was taller than him, so I bent my face down to find his mouth. But instead of giving him a chaste press against his closed lips like we usually did during our brief good night kisses, I did the unthinkable. I grabbed him tightly by the shoulders and smashed my mouth against his.
He stiffened beneath me—but not where I hoped.
Instead, he tried to pull his mouth and body away from me. But I held on tight. The Devil had taken hold of me, and I was hell bent to get what I wanted. I held his skinny arms firm against his sides and continued my attempts to extract from him a real kiss. I needed to taste his moisture, feel his heat, anything. I needed to know something of him before I committed to becoming his soul mate. I knew it was insane, but I couldn't stop myself...
Forget ghosts with rattling chains, try dealing with ones who like to grope.
Desperate for change, Jenna buys a repossessed home on a whim. The townsfolk claim it's haunted, but Jenna's pretty sure all it needs is some TLC to stop the drafts. It doesn’t take long before she realizes there's more going on than the vagaries of an old house. Something, or someone, is playing poltergeist with her house, and whatever it is keeps stroking her with ghostly fingers and haunting her dreams.
Derrick and Mark learned the hard way not to piss off a witch. But in their defense, as cocky werewolves, they weren’t used to anything actually defying them. Unable to ask for help, they’re forced to haunt their own home, which turns out to be less boring than expected when their fated mate suddenly becomes the new owner.
Disembodied or not, they end up taking haunting to a whole new erotic level.
Genre: paranormal romance, ghost romance, MFM, menage, threesome, erotic romance, fantasy romance, second chance, werewolf romance, witch romance
Noah Farley had been living in the States for a long time, and he was homesick. When Devon invited him to come home for a visit, he packed up everything he had and wasn’t planning on returning to his home in the city anytime soon, if ever. His dragon needed room to roam, and the city left his options too limited.
Bea Frost had made the buy of a lifetime, a castle in the country, and she made plans with her granddaughter Bryce, and daughter-in-law Laura, to move into it. Both Bea and Bryce were witches, and moving away from their current location, away from the Witches Council, would be like a breath of fresh air.
Noah’s family had lost the castle to back taxes before they had died. Its loss didn’t leave him much to go home to, but he was curious as to who had purchased the property. When he met Bryce, he was both surprised and pleased to find out that she was his mate. Bryce, however, didn’t care for dragons and wasn’t shy about letting him know that either.
The Witches Council consisted of three warlocks, Black, White, and Gray. When appointed, the mix was supposed to balance them out, but instead the men had become evil and corrupt. Bryce had become too powerful, more powerful than the council combined, and the WC considered her a threat. Killing her human mother or new mate would be just the ticket to bring her to heal…
The dragon king, Anthony, entrusted Brynhilde with a quest. He had foreseen his demise and needed a reason for Bryn to find his and Jacob’s sons. A glimpse in the future had shown him that Bryn would be mated to his son Akassa, and Jacob’s son, Simeon, so he entrusted her with an ancient book. Her mission was to seek out the new dragon king when the old castle was nearly complete.
Bryn was a protector of dragons and a fierce faerie warrior. She had one weakness. If she was claimed, she had to follow the orders of whoever claimed her—even if it went against what she knew to be right and just. Over the centuries, she had been owned by many warriors and kings. But as time passed, few knew of these ancient laws and Bryn had managed to remain unclaimed—until now. Bryn had been ordered to kill the dragons.
The Dragon Slayers had all but given up on their quest to slay the dragons and the new dragon king, but when Hudson sought them out, he breathed new life into the ancient organization. Their thirst to spill blood was great.
Asher knew what Bryn had been ordered to do, and that she was mated to his brother Simeon and Akassa. The question was if Bryn could follow her heart and ignore her sworn duty. Would they all perish by the sword of this powerful faerie? Find out in the final episode of The Dragon Savior Series—Simeon.
After the sickness known as the Doom destroyed civilization, magick has become commonplace, and Fallon Swift has spent her young years learning its ways. Fallon cannot live in peace until she frees those who have been preyed upon by the government or the fanatical Purity Warriors, endlessly hunted or locked up in laboratories, brutalized for years on end. She is determined to save even those who have been complicit with this evil out of fear or weakness—if, indeed, they can be saved.
Strengthened by the bond she shares with her fellow warrior, Duncan, Fallon has already succeeded in rescuing countless shifters and elves and ordinary humans. Now she must help them heal—and rediscover the light and faith within themselves. For although from the time of her birth, she has been The One, she is still only one. And as she faces down an old nemesis, sets her sights on the enemy’s stronghold, and pursues her destiny—to finally restore the mystical shield that once protected them all—she will need an army behind her...