VAMPErotica: VOLUME ONE

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VAMPErotica: VOLUME ONE by Scerina Elizabeth, Em J. Vago, Tara Devaney-Thompson, M.F. Adele, Bethany Strobel, AnnaMarie Gardner, Brandi Gillilan, Claire Marta, Nia Farrell, Tanis Owen, Livia Lang, and Sloane Ridge.

Anthology release date October 31, 2020

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A collection of short steamy Vampire Romance Erotica stories.

VAMPErotica: VOLUME ONE includes Unmasked—A Poisoned Garden Short Story by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell (Length 3K words).

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UNMASKED—A POISONED GARDEN SHORT STORY

Unmasked—A Poisoned Garden Short Story

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

This sizzling short story is part of the VAMPErotica: VOLUME ONE by Scerina Elizabeth, Em J. Vago, Tara Devaney-Thompson, M.F.Adele, Bethany Strobel, AnnaMarie Gardner, Brandi Gillilan, Claire Marta. and Nia Farrell.  This collection of steamy vampire romance erotica stories releases October 31, 2021.

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Unmasked—A Poisoned Garden Short Story by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell is historical paranormal erotic romance (Length 3K words) and the first release in their new Poisoned Garden series.  

Opera singer Estelle Broussan has the voice of an angel and the body of a goddess. She’s quite the actress, too. Rumor has it that the streets of Paris are littered with the lovers she’s cast off but she’s wary of men who want her for her talent or looks.

Only one man who wants her for her mind, but he proves to be the most dangerous of all.

This erotic paranormal short story is set in 1792 Paris amidst the French Revolution and features Etienne de Foix, the vampire from the Guarded Hearts series by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell. Written for Ages 18+.

EXCERPT from Unmasked by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell:

Estelle decided to take advantage of their host’s generosity. Filling a plate and grabbing a glass of wine, she circled the floor, watching the dancers, admiring the statues. One young man looked like Ganymede, come from Olympus to serve the tall, blond god with wolf ears who stood admiring him. The living statue held his pose but she could tell he was discomfited by the backs of two fingers tracing the inside of his thigh. Discomfited and aroused. A telltale bulge beneath his toga betrayed his reaction to the wolf’s attention.

Estelle sighed. There was nothing quite as beautiful as watching two handsome men make love. She’d seen enough backstage trysts to know.

She drifted closer, curious if the boy would cry wolf, or if he’d let the wolf-man have his way. She supposed it depended on what he’d been paid for. At least one statue had come down from his pedestal and disappeared with a patron.

The man admiring him swiveled his head. From behind the wolf’s mask that he wore, his vibrant blue eyes lit with interest to have caught her watching them. “There you are,” he greeted her, his voice a rich baritone that resonated in her core. “I wondered when I might see you. I’ve had to amuse myself with my golden boy. He is beautiful, is he not?”

The wolf slid a lascivious glance at the young man and wet his lips. “He has no complaints, I can assure you. But what of you, ma chère? Who takes care of your needs these days?”

“Oui,” she agreed, thinking he’d mistaken her for one of the other women here in a red cape and a mask. “I hope you treat him well.”

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DARCY (GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 5)

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DARCY

(GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 5)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

 

Length: 89,000 words.  Cover Design by Crystal Visions.

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Darcy Takahara’s distrust of supernaturals makes her wary of cadre members Zana Sasani and Lukas Schmidt…

 

Darcy Takahara’s experience with dark forces puts her at odds with the men at the Citadel. With her cousin in their clutches, she’s not sure they can be trusted.

Driven by her own agenda, she accepts a teaching position at The Haven, a private boys’ school in rural New York. She’s on the trail of her ex-lover, Dr. Liu Chan, the former member of an elite secret order. Discovering him on staff at the school, she fears Liu is up to his old tricks.

Gaining the trust of those around her is imperative. Darcy does what she must to infiltrate their ranks and learn Liu’s secrets. When things take a devastating turn, she’s forced to seek the help of two men she’s been trying to avoid.

Zana Sasani and Lukas Schmidt have been watching Raven’s cousin for a while. The Asian beauty is feisty and strong, and they’ve both fallen head over heels for her.

The problem is she can’t be trusted. When circumstances force a wary truce, the men think they have their chance to win their fated mate. But Darcy’s mission is far from over. With an old enemy rising, the men must work quickly to aid her or risk losing her forever.

 

Shifters with a sci-fi twist, Guarded Hearts Season One (Books 1-7) follows members of The Order of the Phoenix. Each book in this interconnected storyline provides a happily-ever-after for the main characters. While the first book of Season One can be read as a stand-alone, the following titles will be more fully enjoyed and understood if they are read in order, beginning with Morgan (Guarded Hearts Book 1).

This story has potential triggers, including interrogation and forced compliance. MFM ménage erotic romance with MM and MMF scenes, written for Ages 18+.

 

EXCERPT (PG13):

He was waiting for her inside the door, a handsome man with dark hair, golden skin, and almond eyes that spoke to his Chinese heritage.  She hadn’t seen him in years, but he hadn’t changed.

Assessing her with a long, slow sweep of his gaze, Dr. Chan nodded his satisfaction.

“Ms. Takahara,” he intoned, giving her a stiff, formal bow, his face betraying nothing.  “How are you?”

It was the telling note in his voice, the hint of thinly veiled anger that revealed what he did not say.

Taking a breath, she ventured a guess.  “You saw what he did.”

“Yes,” he grated.  “Are you hurt?  Do you need me to examine you?”

She shook her head.  “No.  No,” she insisted, stepping back when he started to reach for her.

He dropped his hand.  A Chinese curse blistered the air.

“It’s alright,” she assured him, trying to convince herself as much as the doctor.  “You know me.  I’m tough.  I’ll survive.”

Giving her a long, considering look, he canted his head questioningly. “Is it true what the whispers say?  Have you gone rogue?”

Darcy stared into the face of the man who had changed her life in so many ways for both good and bad.  Nothing had been the same since she’d met him.

“It’s true,” she replied quietly.  “Like you, I grew tired of serving someone else’s agenda.  I needed a fresh start, and Dr. Rossi offered it.”

“He should not have done what he did,” he grated, no longer talking about Rossi.

“No, but it’s the price I pay for being better.  Rape isn’t about sex.  It’s about control.  You know this.”

“You should have fought harder.”

“Like I fought you?”  She dropped her gaze to the scar on his face.  “I’m sorry I hurt you, Dr. Chan.”

He reached for her, slowly, carefully, as if she was as feral as the cat she was trying to tame.

“And I’m sorry he hurt you,” he said.   “I didn’t know.  I would have stopped it.”

She shook her head.  “It’s alright, Dr. Chan.”

He tipped her chin and tsked.  “Not here, not now, and not when it’s just the two of us.  Under this roof, there is no doctor or Ms.  Within these walls,” he told her, “you are Darcy Takahara and I am Liu Chan.”

“Liu,” she acknowledged, breathing in his scent, as memorable as their time together… 

And almost as tempting as the two men she’d been forced to leave behind.

If Tobias had his way, she’d never see Zana or Lukas again.

Liu, however, was here.  And the pheromones rolling off him in waves confirmed that he still wanted her as much as ever.

Maybe more so, now that the colonel had had her, too.

EXCERPT (NSFW):

Going by instinct alone, Lukas leveled a look at Darcy that dared her to disobey and barked at Zana, “You! Take her to the kitchen! I will fetch the rope.”

It was in the dungeon two floors up, but Lukas made a flying trip and was back in no time with hanks of natural and dyed jute rope clutched in both hands.

Darcy was seated in a chair that Zana had pulled away from the table, far enough that both men could prowl around it and have access to every available part of her. The Persian had pulled off his belt and used it to handcuff her wrists—a clever trick that Killian had learned from one of Raven’s books and shared with the rest of the brothers.

Zana hadn’t gagged her, but he had gripped her chin and was making her suck his thumb.

Just the sight of them gave Lukas a raging hard-on.

Tossing most of the rope onto the floor, he untied one hank, shook it out, and used it to lash her calves and ankles to the front legs of the chair. Looping another length through her bound wrists, he pulled her arms over her head with her elbows up and her hands behind her neck. Drawing one end through the bottom rung of the chair, he cinched the rope tight and tied a quick-release knot in it. Standing, he circled in front of her and ripped open her towel, exposing the exquisite lines of her athletic body to them.

Darcy gasped.

Lukas stared. He’d never seen a naked woman except in porn and this one was perfect in his eyes. Her breasts were high, round, and firm with golden brown nipples furled into diamond-hard knots. Her shaved pussy was plump, smooth, and already sopping wet.

Zana frowned, worried that maybe he was taking things a bit too far.

Lukas didn’t think so. There was one way to find out.

“What do you have to say for yourself, fräulein?” Lukas thrust a hand between her legs. This time her gasp was followed by a moan. Her eyes grew languorous, heavy-lidded with lust, her chest rising and falling with each panting breath. “Explain this. What has made you so wet, hmm?” As an experiment, he lightly slapped her breast. Feeling her gush, he slapped it again, harder. “What is your mission? Whom are you trying to save? Talk or we will find ways to loosen that tongue of yours and then…, I already know something else I wish to do with that mouth.”

She swallowed hard and shook her head, playing the part of a recalcitrant prisoner.

“Very well.” Lukas drew himself up to his full, intimidating height. “Zana! Give me your knife. I want you to fuck her with your fingers but don’t let her come. Bring her to the edge and keep her there.”

Quirking an eyebrow but saying nothing, Zana pulled his favorite folding knife from his pocket and handed it to Lukas. Kneeling by the chair, the Persian ran his thumbs up the inside of her thighs and pushed one finger into her sheath.

“Christ, she’s tight,” his partner breathed, flexing his arm and working his digit in and out several times before attempting to add another one.

Lukas flicked open Zana’s knife and held it in front of Darcy’s face. A warrior like her would appreciate such a weapon, forged in fire and hammered into the perfect blend of function and form. She held her breath, eyes widening when he brought it to her neck below her chin and pressed the flattened blade against her throat. “Just the tip,” he promised, shifting his angle enough to barely puncture her skin. Breath hissed between her teeth when he dipped his head and licked her wound.

The taste of her blood triggered his own quickening that Zana had experienced earlier. It was true. She was their fated mate, sent to them for a higher purpose. Now they needed to make her their own, share their seed, and begin her transformation.

But Zana had taught him, ladies first.

Lukas tossed the knife onto the counter and came to stand opposite Zana by Darcy’s free side. Raising his hand, he wrapped his fingers around her throat and squeezed, listening to the liquid sounds from below and watching every nuance on her exotically beautiful face. “Bang her harder,” he ordered his partner. “I think she likes it rough.”

Zana used all of his experience to bring Darcy to the edge of her climax and keep her there without letting her go over. Lukas tightened his grip on the slender column of her throat. Letting his knowledge of anatomy guide him, he squeezed until he’d cut off her air and she started to fight for it.

“Come for us,” he crooned, not letting up until she did, her body convulsing almost violently as she squirted, juices shooting out to bathe the inside of her thighs and wet the floor between her feet.

“Good girl,” Zana hummed, pleased with her responsiveness.

“Are you ready to talk?” Lukas asked her.

Darcy eyed him warily from the fog of post-orgasmic bliss.

“No?  Have it your way.  Zana, take her to bed. We’ll keep her there until she agrees to answer our questions or we fuck the truth out of her.”

 

 

RILEY (GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 4)

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RILEY

(GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 4)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Length: 90,411 words

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Release Date, Sept 12, 2020

 

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Emmett and Theo fight to trust the woman who was forced to betray them.

 

Partners Emmett and Theo are kidnapped by a shadowy organization bent on learning their secrets. Taken to a private lab, they meet Dr. Riley Walker, the brilliant, beautiful geneticist charged with discovering what they are.

While Riley believes they’re aliens, Theo and Emmett realize she’s their mate. But she’s also the enemy—

Or so it seems.

Theo and Emmett aren’t the only ones with something to hide.

The three are caught up in things they can’t control. Nefarious forces are at play. Unseen eyes are watching them. After Riley is forced to betray them, the feelings the partners have for the new female in their life take a twisted turn.

When truths are exposed, the whole cadre’s mission is put at risk. Emmett and Theo must fight for the woman who’s destined to be theirs or lose her to a dark, dark fate.

 

Shifters with a sci-fi twist, Guarded Hearts Season One (Books 1-7) follows members of The Order of the Phoenix. Each book in this interconnected storyline provides a happily-ever-after for the main characters. While the first book of Season One can be read as a stand-alone, the following titles will be more fully enjoyed and understood if they are read in order, beginning with Morgan (Guarded Hearts Book 1). MMF ménage erotic romance with MM scenes, written for Ages 18+.

 

EXCERPT:

Riley knew better than to argue.  Skinner was the puppet master, pulling all of their strings.  Retreating to the cafeteria, she took a seat and waited, watching the clock and observing others who came in for coffee or something to eat.  Skinner’s pet, Dr. Lewis, gave a nod of acknowledgment and disappeared through the kitchen door.  When he didn’t come out, she assumed that Skinner had sent him to make certain his orders were followed to the letter.

A short time later, the chef with a laden cart and Dr. Lewis appeared.  Mouths shaped with knowing smirks, the two men eyed her like a piece of breakfast meat.

Christ.  Did everyone know what Skinner wanted?  He was no better than a pimp, expecting her to use her sexuality to get the results he wanted, samples of body fluids he could test for DNA.

“Here’s everything you requested,” the chef announced, pushing the stainless steel cart into place beside her.

The top held three trays with covered dishes and three steaming mugs of hot beverages.

Riley arched an eyebrow.  “What’s this?”

“Black coffee, Earl Grey, and a mocha latte for you,” Dr. Lewis answered smoothly, pointing to each in turn.  “I advised Skinner that sharing a meal with the specimens would make them more at ease around you.”

It made sense.  Eating together might allow her to form a bond with the subjects—or at least help Emmett to lower his guard and let her explore things with Theo.  It was a unique opportunity, giving her an excuse to spend time with them and providing the means to study them up close.

Dr. Lewis followed her, whistling softly, making her feel increasingly leery about this whole thing.  Skinner had sent him to observe her interactions with their subjects.  The cameras were impersonal, something she was aware of but had learned to ignore.  Having a witness seemed… lurid.  Voyeuristic rather than scientific, despite what her rational mind said.  Skinner expected results.  It was in her best interest to see that he got them.  If she failed, she feared that all three of them would suffer.

One of the guards reached to open the door.

“Dr. Walker.”

Hearing her name from Skinner’s minion, she fought the urge to not shudder with dread.  “Yes, Dr. Lewis?”

“Good luck,” he said smoothly.  “We’ll be watching your interactions closely.”

Riley’s stomach somersaulted unpleasantly at the thought.  Taking a deep steady breath, she wheeled the laden cart into the cell, suppressing a shudder when the door clanged shut behind her.

Emmett and Theo were waiting for her.

The Englishman cocked an eyebrow above his glasses when he saw the cart.  Moving to inspect the contents, he lifted the plate covers and nodded in approval.  “Well done, Miss Walker.”

Theo beamed, his teeth flashing white against his tanned skin.  “Thank you.”

“I thought we could share breakfast together,” she told them.  “Why don’t you have a seat, and I’ll serve you?”

They exchanged a look.  Again, that silent communication, one of them eager, the other taciturn.  Having no other options, they sat on the bottom bunk with Emmett at the head and Theo in the middle, leaving room for her at the foot of the bed.

They ate in silence.  Riley was aware of the sidelong looks Theo sent her way.

Emmett ignored her.

“I hope your tea’s alright.  I’m more of a coffee drinker myself,” she commented, enjoying her mocha.

“It’s acceptable,” the Englishman clipped, sounding annoyed at her attempt to engage him.

Theo cleaned his plate and drained his coffee cup.  Finishing her breakfast, Riley cleared her throat and shifted uncomfortably on her perch. There was a spreading warmth coursing through her veins, leaving her feeling flushed and filling her with an awareness of her body.

Emmett was the last to finish, his throat muscles working as he drank the rest of his tea.

Sitting beside her, Theo had satisfied one hunger but another one burgeoned.  He pushed the tray away enough for his erection to rise rampant behind his fly.

Licking her lips, Riley eyed the massive wood he was sporting.  Was it hot in here or was it just her?  Even Theo and Emmet were starting to look flushed.  The gazes they turned on her were both lustful and fevered.

“You have generous breasts,” Theo announced boldly, reaching out to cup one through her top.  “And hips that were made for bearing young.  Hair as golden as the sun and those lips…”

Riley suddenly felt like a deer caught in the sight of two predators.  The Greek had never shown signs of being so forward before.

“My pet is right,” Emmett agreed.  “You are a beautiful creature.  I’m certain most men find you stunning.  You’d look even more beautiful bound.”

In the blink of an eye, Theo had dropped his tray on the floor and plucked hers from her hands.  Pulling her to her feet, he hauled her against him, fisted her hair, and ravaged her mouth with the hottest kiss she’d ever experienced.  A switch, she thought dimly.  He was submissive to Emmett, but he was clearly set on dominating her, bending her to his will.

Dragging her with him, he tore off her top and ripped off her bra, tossing both of them aside.  He bent his dark head and licked her nipples, tasting them both before turning her around and bending her over the top of the cart.  He pinned her in place with his rock-hard body while Emmett pulled the sheet from the bunk, caught the edge in his teeth, and ripped four strips.

He used two of them to lash her wrists to the top of the cart.  Locking the wheels, he grabbed one ankle and tied it to the caster, repeating the action on the other side, securing her parted legs as effectively as using a spreader bar.

Part of her mind was screaming no, but her body was clearly responding to his domination.  Bound, helpless, feeling Theo dry-hump her ass, Riley gasped, trying to catch her breath.  Her brain had sunken into a strange haze and she felt needy and aroused.  A tiny voice was warning her something was wrong.  This wasn’t like her.  It certainly wasn’t like Emmett.  All three of them seemed under the influence of something.  Whatever it was had both males firmly in its grip.

Theo growled from somewhere behind her.  The material of her skirt was hiked up over her hips, her panties pushed aside.  Riley moaned at the first lick of a tongue against her pussy lips.  Straying hands pried her ass cheeks apart, testing the flesh.

Emmett stood in front of her, his expression scorching her down to her toes.  “That’s it, pet.  Taste her.  Shove your fingers inside her tight little cunny then fuck her with your tongue.”

Palming himself, the Englishman fondled the ridge jutting up the front of his lab-issued pants.  He might not want her, but he didn’t seem to mind that Theo did.

The Greek growled, his breath hot and his tongue hotter against her intimate flesh.  Inhaling sharply, he licked her slit and shoved his tongue as deep as it would go.  Tasting her thoroughly, he stopped his cunnilingus and added a thick, callused finger, stretching her out before adding a second and a third.  He jacked his arm, pistoning in and out, fucking her with his hand when she was dying for his cock.

Emmett seemed to read her growing distress.  “Those lips,” he murmured.  “I want to punish them.  Ravage them.  I want to fuck the glasses off your face and silence your moans with my cock when Theo tries to fit his inside you.  This is what you like, isn’t it?” he asked.  “Bound.  Helpless.  Forced to submit to alien domination?  Telling yourself you have no choice but responding to us anyway.  Your body doesn’t lie.  The air has been thick with the scent of your arousal from the moment you stepped into this room the first time with that pitiful excuse of a meal.  Here’s something tastier.”

Fisting her hair, he muffled her gasp with his erection, pushing down his pants, whipping it out, and shoving it between her parted lips.  She knew what Theo smelled like, having closer contact.  This scent was pure Emmett, male musk and slightly woodsy.

“Open wide,” he growled, pushing his dick in deeper.  “Suck me while Theo fucks you.”

She felt the Greek pull his fingers from her pussy.  Wetting his glans on her juices, he notched his head in her opening and forged his way inside, stretching her out, wedging in deeper, forcing his girth into her snug, wet sheath.

Riley squealed.  He was so big, it felt like he was ripping her in two.  Emmett controlled the movements of her head, ramming his cock down her throat.  It was an overload of pleasure and pain.  Writhing, twitching she was shunted back and forth between them.  Both men seemed aroused almost to the point of losing control.  Riley was feeling the same way.  It was if all her inhibitions had disintegrated and left a wanton sexual creature in its place.  Her universe shrank to this, being a vessel for their pleasure, Emmett using her mouth, Theo terraforming her vagina.  No offense to Emmett, but Theo seemed set on spoiling her for other men, ruining her for anyone else, making her crave that massive cock of his.  She didn’t know whether or not she was disappointed or relieved that no knobs or spikes had come out.  She did know the moment he shifted angles and started ramming her G-spot.  Seeing stars when her first orgasm ripped through her, she felt  Emmett’s immediate response.  Close to coming, he managed to pull out before he finished, allowing her the barest taste of him before he jacked off on her face like they were making bukkake porn.

“Outside her,” he reminded his partner.

She swore she felt Theo’s answering pout.

Headed for an unsatisfactory finish, she squeezed the length of Theo’s cock, making her walls ripple, milking his length.  Sticking out her tongue, she licked the tip of Emmett’s erection, catching the last drop of cum that he squeezed out.  It wasn’t as bitter as she was expecting.  If anything, one taste made her crave more.  Reaching with her tongue, she cleaned what she could from her face and swallowed it, earning a growl of approval from the Englishman.

A second later, Theo pulled out and exploded on her back, shooting ropes of cum in the valley of her spine.  Emmett took charge, cleaning her face, wiping every trace of himself, and flushing it away.  She thought that they’d do the same with Theo’s ejaculate… until she felt someone’s fingers scrape it up to wet her anus.

She held her breath, wondering what they intended, surprised to feel that they were both hard again.  This time, Theo came to stand before her, fisting that massive meat of his while Emmett pressed against her sphincter, demanding entrance to her most intimate place.  “Let me in,” he demanded, giving her no option but to obey.  Forcing herself to relax, she held her breath while he sank his length inside her.  “That’s it.  That’s it, little miss.  Now open wide for Theo…”

 

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NEW SERIES LAUNCHING ON BLACK FLAG FRIDAY!

PLUNDERED BY PIRATES SERIES

from Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

While writing our Guarded Hearts Series, we had to create a library of stories for our reader-heroines and Plundered by Pirates was born! Our new series launches on Black Flag Friday (Nov 27, 2020) with Bound by the Pirate King, a Caribbean swashbuckler set in the early 1800s and inspired by real-life pirates operating in the area at the time.  The next three titles are a sci-fi trilogy: Stolen by the Sirian Smuggler, Sold by the Sirian Smuggler, and Saved by the Sirian Smuggler, where a porn star abducted from Earth survives a series of misadventures and ends up with an intergalactic reverse harem.  Ravaged by the Wasteland Warlord (Plundered by Pirates Book 5) will be a post-apocalyptic dark romance.

This series will have it all, with pirates whose weapons range from cutlasses to computers.  There’ll be a little something for everyone—historical, futuristic, sci-fi, dystopian, contemporary, and speculative fiction written with a twist of dark humor and a whole lot of heat.  Think The Princess Bride meets Captain Blood, Guardians of the Galaxy, and Mad Max and you’ll see where we’re headed with this.

So… batten down the hatches and mark your calendars.  Pirates are headed your way!

RAVEN (GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 3)

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RAVEN

(GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 3)

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

 

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Release Date September 22, 2020

 

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Unseen enemies threaten the newest fated mate and her child.

 

Nurse practitioner and midwife Raven O’Malley has no idea what she’ll be getting into when she takes on her newest client, who lives at the Citadel with not one but two handsome men. The other cadre members are equally attractive but it’s Cayden McPherson and Killian O’Connell who set their sights on her.

Raven has enough to deal with. A daughter, a puppy, a demanding job, and a mobster ex-husband. Now a blackmailer wants her to spy on the Citadel or she risks her daughter’s life.

The cadre members know there are forces of darkness to battle and evil exists in both worlds. Can Cayden and Killian protect the woman they love or will they lose her to enemies seen and unseen?

Shifters with a sci-fi twist, the Guarded Hearts series follows members of the Order of the Phoenix. While interconnected, each title can be read as a stand-alone. MFM ménage erotic romance written for Ages 18+.

 

Excerpt (NSFW):

Cayden was just leaving the kitchen when she caught up to him.

“We need to talk,” she snapped. Catching his hand, she dragged him down the hall and into the infirmary. “What the feck is going on?” she demanded.

Cayden frowned. “What?” he asked, feigning ignorance.

“They know,” she grated. “Casey. Morgan. The others. They know about us. What did you tell them? What did you say?”

The medic rubbed a hand over his face and blew out a breath. “Ye’re nae gang tae like it,” he warned. “We’ve been holding off, telling ye because of it, but there’s no help for it now, is there? Yer scent is enough tae make it clear that we’ve done the deed,” he told her. “Our kind can smell when a woman goes through the flux and her body is transformed. Ye need to talk to Morgan and Casey about what they went through, but Casey’s experience is like tae be closer. Morgan’s change was put off when she ingested vampire blood—”

“Vampires?” Raven stared at him, incredulous. “You’re telling me that there are vampires? That they’re real.”

He nodded, his green eyes as serious as she’d ever seen them. “They are that,” he told her. “One targeted Morgan. We killed it, but another one kidnapped her. We got her back and cleaned out the nest. We think we got them all now.”

“You think. You think? Jaysus, Joseph, and Mary! You should have told me!” she yelled at him. “Bloody hell! You and your mate could have told me any time, but you didn’t say a damn word, just lured me upstairs and had your way with me. You’ve changed my body without my consent. Now I’ve put my daughter in danger after thinking I was bringing her to a sanctuary. My ex kept things from me. I’m warning you right now, I expect full disclosure in the future or there’s going to be hell to pay. Do you hear me?”

She poked him in the chest to make her point.

Cayden released the breath he’d been holding. “Let me call Killian, then. Get him down here. If we’re gang tae hae a heart-tae-heart, it needs tae be the three of us.

Zana was with Willow and Prince. Free to come, Killian joined them as soon as he could make his way downstairs. “What’s up?” he asked, picking up the tension in the air.

“She knows,” Cayden told him. “Or knows the start of it, anyway. She’s demanded full disclosure. It’s better tae hear it from the both of us than tae hear it from one and again from the other.”

Killian nodded. “Ye’re the medic. I’ll let ye explain the way of things.”

“We’ve told ye what we are, that these robes of flesh have four strands of DNA. When a fated mate is found, the introduction of sperm starts the transformation process to change her body, making it compatible, able to conceive and bear children.”

“I don’t understand,” Raven clipped. “I can’t have children. I told you that. It shouldn’t have affected me.”

“But it did,” Killian assured her. “We don’t understand it either, but we knew from the first that you were the one for us, the woman to complete us. The males of our kind experience what we call the quickening. It’s a physical response to a fated mate. Lets us know that she’s the one. We felt it with ye. We will not question God’s will. Ye were chosen for us. Transformed by us. But there are other things…”

Raven was seething at their disregard for her. “And you thought it was just fine to go and do it because it’s all in the plan?” she grated. “You gave no thought to what I wanted or the fact it’s not just me. Do you know how selfish that is? How arrogant?” She buried her face in her hands. “I really can’t deal with this right now. I should get Willow and Prince and pack up the damn car and get the hell out while I can.”

“Ye need tae listen,” Cayden told her, lowering his voice in a way that did strange things to her insides. Grasping her biceps, he pulled her easily to him. She wanted to grind against him. Use him like they’d used her. How dare they!

Raven struggled to break free, clawing at his arms deep enough to leave bloody scratches when he refused to let her go.

She went still when she saw the gouges healing before her eyes.

“Full disclosure,” Cayden growled in that voice of his. “This is a hint of my true voice. It has power… affects people in different ways. Mine will make ye wish to obey. Doctor’s orders.” He said it half-jokingly, but the man was deadly serious. “Iosefa’s will put someone tae sleep. The new mothers are sure tae keep him on call when the bairns get here and they need some rest. These bodies hae regenerative powers. Accelerated healing. Lack of scarring. But the thing ye need most tae understand is that ye’ll live as long as us.”

Raven’s solar plexus chakra closed tight enough to cause a cramp. “And how long is that?” she said, afraid to ask.

“Three hundred years, give or take,” Cayden told her.

“Three…?” She stared at him, caught in a nightmare that had just gotten worse. “You’re saying I’ll live three hundred years? And what about Willow? What about my daughter? You bastards! You bloody bastards! And don’t go using that voice on me,” she warned them. “I will never forgive you for this. Never!”

“Raven,” Killian crooned, trying to make peace. “We love you. We’d never do anything to put you in harm’s way or come between you and your child. We want Willow to be our daughter, too, the child that we wished for but will never have. Tobias said there’s a chance that she’s a fated mate for one of our kind, but Theo thinks her destiny lies elsewhere, with a fae princeling who’s waiting fer her to grow up.”

“You love me,” she scoffed. “You don’t know what love is. We had sex. We scratched an itch. Satisfied a physical need. I didn’t know you enough for it to be more. I still don’t.”

“Please,” Killian begged her. “We’re asking fer the chance to prove ourselves to ye.”

Raven felt anger, rage, but there was also lust. It was so fierce, she found herself responding before she was aware of it. Grabbing the back of Killian’s head, she forced his lips down on hers. There was no control. Just overwhelming attraction merging with her turbulent emotions. She wanted to make them pay for what they’d done. Show them that their desire was meaningless. Not if they didn’t have her heart. That wouldn’t happen now. Not after such a betrayal. How could she trust them?

Killian didn’t resist but responded by thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Reaching with her free hand, she fisted a handful of Cayden’s shirt and drew him to her. Two mouths fought to claim her lips. Their bodies crowded hers until her hips hit the examination table.

Fueled by anger, driven by revenge, she grabbed Killian’s collar and pushed him into one of the two armless stack chairs against the wall. Reaching down, she judged his hardness and took him out.

“I want you ready for me,” she told him. Ignoring Cayden, she stripped off her clothes and knelt between Killian’s feet, giving him a blow job he didn’t deserve but that her body needed to handle him. When he was wet enough, she stood up and straddled him like a stripper about to give him the lap dance of his dreams. Taking his erection in hand, she stroked her slit with his glans, parted her folds, and sank down on his shaft, working it like a dildo, a tool for her particular pleasure.

It wasn’t long, she grew greedy for more. “You,” she snapped at Cayden. “Pants off. Cock lubed. On the stool and over here.”

She didn’t have to tell him twice.

Cayden dropped his drawers and slickened himself up. Sitting on the wheeled examination stool, he did as ordered and rolled it between Killian’s feet. It was just low enough, he was shy of reaching her. Grasping her hips, he rose from the stool and found her star.

“No! Not there,” she snapped. “I want you both in my pussy. Bang my box like it’s never been banged. Think you can handle that?”

Cayden growled and showed her that he was up to the challenge. She rose partway up and held herself still while Cayden pressed his cock against Killian’s and worked his way inside, sinking his length into her, inch by inch until both men were ball’s deep inside her.

She lifted herself up and rammed herself back down. Killian groaned. Cayden’s stool went flying. She sank down on their cocks again and again, using them like they’d used her, coming once, twice, three times before the men shuddered to a finish inside her. Cayden eased out of her and grabbed some paper towels, handing them to her to stuff between her legs. She dismounted, tossing one of the towels at Killian to use. Finding her clothes, she started dressing, wordless, lecturing herself that she had no reason to feel guilty for using them as fecktoys. It was no more than they deserved after what they’d done to her.

“Raven,” Cayden crooned.

“No voice!” she snarled, shoving her feet into her shoes. “Not a word. From either of you! This was sex. Sex! Lust, not love. Now you know the difference. Don’t ever confuse them again.”

She left them without a backward glance and headed upstairs, blinking the sting of tears from her eyes, refusing to feel anything beyond the physical releases that she’d had. By the time she reached the fourth-floor guest suite, she’d sworn off all men.

“Out,” she warned Zana, giving him a look that told him she meant what she said.

The Persian was confused but obeyed, shutting the door behind him.

“How’s Prince doing?” she asked her daughter, memorizing the picture the two of them made. She’d be the one consoling Willow when she watched her puppy grow old and die. Who the feck was going to console her when she lost her child?

Damn them.

Thanks to Cayden and Killian, she was doomed to outlive her daughter. They could take their tall tales of vampires and fairy princes and shove them up their arses. If they knew what was good for them, they’d leave them the bloody hell alone.

She was here for Casey and Morgan, but Willow was her world.

They’d be wise to remember that.

 

CASEY – GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 2

CASEY: GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 2

by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Length: 81,000 words

Cover Reveal February 2, 2020. Release Date March 13, 2020.

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Malik Nassir and Iosefa Malvia are members of the Order of the Phoenix, an international cadre of shifters headquartered in a former military academy known as the Citadel. Charged with protecting the first fated mate of their brothers, the two become smitten with her roommate and best friend.

Casey Andersson is an ATF Special Agent who leads a double life. When Malik and Iosefa discover her secret—Casey is a submissive and a member of an exclusive club —they’re determined to learn how to master her. 

Trouble is, she’s already being dominated by Master S (aka Ivan Michalov). They don’t know that the Russian Dominant has a secret agenda to claim Casey and keep her. Promising to help find her brother’s killer, Ivan leads her on a dangerous path into the heart of a deadly organization. Can Malik and Iosefa save her from the dark fate that’s already been written out for her or will they be too late?

This second standalone book in the Guarded Hearts Series is a darker PNR shifter romance with potential triggers. MFM mènage written for Ages 18+.

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Excerpt (NSFW):

“Clothes off,” he ordered, “then standing presentation pose.”

Nudity was something that Casey had had to get used to. She still wasn’t perfectly comfortable with it, but she did it anyway. It was required if she wanted to play with Master S, and she did with something akin to desperation. She craved the release that she knew he could give her.

He never failed to deliver.

Picking up a set of fur-lined leather cuffs from his collection, he turned to see her bared C-cup breasts and wet, swollen sex and nodded his approval. He fastened one cuff around each of her wrists and knelt to fasten them around her ankles. Done, he slid his fingers up the back of her legs as he rose, breathing in the scent of her arousal and stealing a taste of it as he passed.

That simple swipe of his tongue nearly undid her. It had been too long since she’d been fucked. Longer yet since a man had eaten her out and made her come. It wouldn’t take much to bathe his face with her juices.

Rising to his full commanding height, Master S fastened his gaze on the globes of her breasts and pinched her nipple. He tightened his fingers and used his grip to pull her into place facing the cross. Grasping her wrists, he raised her arms over her head and splayed them on the X-shaped cross, fastening one to the top of each side. He kicked her feet apart and fastened her ankles as well.

He left for a moment and returned with more things.  Her brow creased when she felt him press a handkerchief into her hand.  She shuddered to see a ball gag dangling from his other fingers.

Casey loathed gags with a passion that bordered on hatred. It was one of her near-limits, allowed only with prior negotiation and with someone she implicitly trusted. She’d played with Master S for three months now, public scenes only with orgasm control but no sex. He knew how she felt about ball gags. Was this a test, to see how much control she was willing to let him have? To judge how much power he’d gained over her?  Just how far would she let him go?

Before tonight, each time he invited her to his private room, she’d said no.

Tonight, she could feel her resolve weakening. Flog her just right, and she might just crumble.

Master S arched a brow.

Casey nodded her acquiescence, not having permission to speak.

His expressive mouth canted upward. If a ball gag earned her half a smile, what would it take to make him happy?

Fisting her hair, he held her head immobile with one hand and pushed the ball between her lips with his other. He let go of her hair long enough to fasten the gag, then took hold of it again and wrapped his fingers around her throat, tightening them just enough to remind her who called the shots in this scene. As a sub, the ultimate control rested with her, but during the scene, he was in command.

She welcomed surrender. She needed to empty her mind and let go of everything that she’d been carrying these past few weeks. Worry about Morgan. Suspicions about the Citadel. Concern for the growing illegal arms trade. Knowing that Malik and Iosefa had been in her room and uncovered her secret.

She needed this. Needed the release that he could give her.

He took off his tailored coat and hung it on a wall hook. Unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves, he rolled them halfway to his elbow, exposing colorful tattoos on his forearms.

Casey eyed the muscle definition and thought of all the times that she’d seen him flogging and whipping other submissives in the club. There was an artistry to his scenes, poetry in motion when he got in the zone. Tonight, she had the chance to experience it with him. After months of playing coy, she was ready for more.

Master S did not disappoint.

He spanked her with his hand. Put clothespins on her body and ripped them away. Added nipple clamps and sent her nearly into subspace with a flogging. The single-tail whip did it. The pain of its bite transformed into pleasure. Casey found that delicious disconnect and started to float away. Only Master S’s presence kept her there. Stepping closer, he pressed his hips against her sore behind and pushed his erection into her crack, letting her feel his arousal. Caging her ear in his teeth, he grazed the tips of her nipples with his fingernails and made her whimper past the drool that escaped to drip from her chin onto the floor.

“Kiska,” he murmured, sending a riot of gooseflesh cascading up her arm. “Would you like to come? Shall I give you the release you crave? Come to my room, and I will do more than that. Da?”

God, she was tempted. They were both vetted. There was nothing to stop her except her need for control that she had never quite fully surrendered.

He thrust a finger into her pussy and started fucking her with it. “I’d love to plug you,” he growled, pumping his hand. “Adorn you with a jewel and sink my prick into your cunt and spend myself inside you. I’ll use a condom this time, but I’d love to see your thighs dripping with my seed.”

Casey whimpered, so empty, she hurt.

 

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GUARDED HEARTS BOOK 1: MORGAN

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A new shifter series from Claire Marta and Nia Farrell

Release Date October 19, 2019

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Tag line: Two shifters must keep their fated mate safe when darkness threatens.

Blurb: When grad student Morgan Leviss chose sexual surrogacy for her thesis, she never expected to become one. Now she’s tasked with turning two reclusive men into social creatures. Zac Blackstone and Aiden Goldman are nothing like what she expects. Handsome and charming, they’re a puzzle she finds intriguing.

Zac and Aiden have known each other for over two hundred years.  Part of a cadre of shifters, they’re on a mission to mate and procreate. Powerful warriors for centuries, they lack the social skills and sexual experience needed to attract a partner. When a beautiful redhead comes into their life to teach them, they discover new hope.

Bound by secrecy, the men can’t tell her who they really are. What they are. Increasingly drawn to Morgan, they begin to recognize her as their fated female.  Convincing her that she’s theirs may be as hard as keeping her alive when danger appears from the shadows.

Morgan is the first in the Guarded Hearts Series of standalone Erotic Paranormal Romance Ménage deftly penned as subtle Romantic Comedy with a heat level that’s off the charts. Written for Ages 18+.

Genres: Paranormal Romance / Romantic Comedy / Sci-Fi Fantasy / Erotic Romance / Ménage

(Heat Level Five)

First in the Guarded Hearts series of standalones (no previous reading required)

Cover Reveal September 1, 2019

Release Date October 19, 2019

 

EXCERPT (731 words):

Morgan was speechless.  When scholarly, bespectacled Emmett had escorted her upstairs tonight, she never expected to be met at the door by two very naked and extremely well-endowed men.

Holy.  Shit.

Tonight’s session was supposed to be about discovery. Shedding clothes, honestly evaluating your body, discovering hidden strengths, discussing doubts, and finding ways to work through them.

These guys seemed to be doing just fine.

She picked her jaw up from the floor and forced her feet to move forward from where she’d been frozen in place, stunned by the sight of them.  Zac might be older, but dear Lord, he was perfection, from the manscaped hair on his chest to the Adonis belt pointing the way to the promised land.  Aiden could be a cover model, with his chest shaved and lightly oiled muscles gleaming in the glow of dozens of lit candles that were scattered around the room.

Jesus, take me now.

“Good evening, Morgan,” Aiden greeted her, his voice slightly roughened. “We have prepared ourselves for this evening as required for this session.”

They were both staring at her expectantly.

Leaving her coat and bag on her normal chair, she ran her palms nervously down her sides. “Yes.” She cleared her throat. “I can see that.”

They moved to stand beside the sofa.  She sank into the recliner facing them.  They looked so at ease with their nudity. As if it didn’t bother either of them that they were buck naked in front of each other. Morgan was having a hard time keeping her mind on track. An insidious little whisper in her head kept telling her to skip sessions. It was accompanied by images of sweating, thrusting bodies.

“Is something wrong?” Zac inquired when the silence stretched. “You seem… uncomfortable.”

Morgan blinked. “No. No. It’s just not how I planned it.  I thought that we would talk first before you stripped. I wanted to discuss how you feel about your bodies and what you think are your individual strengths and weaknesses.”

“I don’t like my toes,” Zac said, squinting down at them.  “They seem too…, I don’t know.  Gnarly?  Other than that, I am pleased with this vessel.  It is that of a well-made, mature man who can handle whatever life brings him.  Aiden tried to talk me into shaving my chest, but I read that some women find the tactile sensation of chest hair to be pleasing. What do you think about furbabies?”

Morgan forgot to breathe for a second. Furbabies? Was this leading into some Furries kink where everyone dressed up as cute animals? She couldn’t imagine either man dressed up in a bunny suit but she didn’t yet know their sexual tastes. After the spanking incident, anything was possible.

“I… um, like men with chest hair,” she admitted. “And you’re right.  Some women do enjoy the sensation, especially against sensitive parts of their bodies.  Your scruff…”

Zac arched a questioning brow.

Morgan felt her cheeks warm ten degrees.  “Yes,” she croaked, wondering how in the hell she was going to talk herself out of this one.  She’d been imagining how it would feel against her skin while she rode his mouth.  “A soft beard can be very stimulating.  An abrasive, prickly beard can hurt to the point of turning someone off, whether it’s kissing or oral stimulation.”

“Like cunnilingus?” Aiden asked.

“And fellatio,” she stated, her gaze caroming between the two of them.  “When two men have a relationship with each other.”

“We wouldn’t know,” Zac told her.  “We’ve never been with a woman to find out. Soon, though, we hope.  We have been watching threesomes in porn to see how these things work.”

They wanted a threesome?

Oh.  My.  God.

Morgan’s thighs clenched together, her body reacting to the thought of having both of them between her legs.  Christ.  It was hard to not be aroused.

She had two naked virgins, eager for their first sexual experiences.  This was supposed to be one on one when the time came, and they were already planning a threesome.  Could she handle both of them?  Should she even try?

Reality couldn’t be as good as the wet dreams she’d been having.  Most mornings, she woke up needy and desperate and grateful for her roommate’s foresight to buy batteries ahead.

Who needed BOB when she could have Loki and Thor?

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