Romance for Choice Anthology
Greetings from the Multiverse!
As always, there are so so SO many things going on in this weird world!
First off, thank you so very much for making Taken by the Lycanthrope an incredible success! This has been my best release yet, which means you’re getting more Riftwolves even sooner than I thought - I had originally planned Grant’s story for January, but you should get it in October, with a cover reveal coming soon!
I’m debating what I’ll be writing: an entry in the In Her Thrall universe, or another Riftwolves novella (and if you have thoughts on what you’d like to see, please comment!).
Interested in the anthology?
Featured Reads
My friend Krista Luna has another book out in her incredible Fated Mates of the Varool series, this time featuring one of my favorites - a barbarian alien! Make sure to check out this fun series featuring:
Exhibitionist Mating Ceremonies
Alien Warriors
Badass Heroines
This Week’s Spicy Snippet…
I’m hard at work on my most recent co-write with Clarissa Bright, Veiled in Shadow - and I’m here to share a very spicy snippet.
Enjoy!
“I’ve studied human erogenous zones,” he murmurs. “You have many places you like to be touched?”
I laugh and bite my lip, taking a seat at the foot of the bed. “A few.”
Atlas leans forward, his elbows on his knees. “Show me.”
I didn’t ever think about the unique challenges of seducing an untouchable man—but it’s going to take some finessing, I think. And I find myself strangely embarrassed, a blush painting my cheeks as I pick up the weights.
“I’ve always had…” I glance from Atlas, to Corvus, then back again. “...sensitive nipples. These—well, I’ll just show you.”
I dab some lube on my fingertips, rubbing it around my nipples and massaging it into my skin near my piercings. It’s warm and makes them tingle a little bit, though I wonder if that’s just Atlas’ influence—or even Keon’s somewhere else in the compound. Then I pick up one of the weights, shaped like a butterfly and dipped in bronze.
I loop the chain of it through my left nipple ring and gasp when I release it, the weight dragging on my breast. I squeeze my eyes shut and moan, one foot coming up to tuck under me as Atlas watches.
I open my eyes to find him utterly entranced, his hand drifting lazily over his pants. I wonder if he’ll take his cock out. Fuck, I want to see it. I maintain eye contact as I pick up the other weight, loop it through my other nipple ring, and release it.
Fuck, I love these things. Every time I move, I feel the weight of them pulling my breasts, tugging on them like teeth.
Atlas gasps, and his shield stutters. I wonder if it’s interacting with his electrical signature—if his Gift is flaring in response to what he sees. “It hurts,” he growls. “You like it.”
I let out a breathy sigh. “You can feel that?”
“A little,” he says. “It’s my Gift.”
His eyes blaze dark crimson, like he’s thirsty for blood.
“Keep going.”