Fatman & Robyn
Jake Chamberlin, star quarterback of the New York Bloods, has a not-so-little secret--he's into chubby chicks. He does all he can to resist temptation, but when Jake bumps into the gorgeous Robyn DiMarco at a bistro in Little Italy, all bets are off.
Scarred and Kilt
Matty has a new neighbor, and she strongly suspects the kilt-wearing hottie is a vampire--he only goes out at night, has weird visitors and the blood bank is making regular deliveries. But he doesn't seem to hurt anyone, so "live and let live" is Matty's motto. Until she sees a guy armed with crosses and wooden stakes breaking into the neighbor's house. Matty charges to the rescue--and ends up in Mr. Hottie's bed...and on his desk...and...
Set in the same world as Jaguar Hunger.
Private investigators Nate and Daniel don't expect to find their mate while working a case. But they recognize Olivia as theirs the second they catch the missing woman's scent--the scent of a female jaguar shifter in heat. Nate and Daniel's task? Find then claim Livvy in every raw, animalistic way possible...and release her inner beast.
Betrayed by her village chief, Larisa is brought to a mysterious island and left bound in a subterranean labyrinth, where drops of her blood summon the mythical Minotaur. She expects the man-beast to take her life...but it's her body that's sacrificed. Darron, a shapeshifting being, ravishes Larisa, and she gives herself freely to the pleasure--a decision that will change both their worlds forever.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
May 01, 2012
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Excerpt from Something Wicked This Way Comes, Volume 2 by Jaid Black
Deep in distressed thought, Jake absently ran a hand through his thick mane of hair, which reminded him that he needed to stop by the barber shop to get it buzzed off. He'd never let his dark hair go so long without a trim. He preferred to keep it crew-cut short and the shit was damn near to his shoulders now.
Distraction and depression, he decided. The state of his hair, like everything else not working in his life, was a direct result of distraction and depression.
"Ciao, bella signora!"
"Ciao, Marco! Ho bisogno di cannoli."
Jake glanced over to the pastry counter in time to watch one of Cha Chas' employees share a laugh with a customer. He started to look away, uninterested because he couldn't understand a word they were saying, but found himself doing a double take instead.
He stilled. His damn dick that wouldn't stay down for nothing got impossibly stiffer. "Holy shit," he mumbled.
Jake's dark eyes narrowed in desire as he watched the embodiment of his every sexual fantasy throw her head back and laugh. Her laughter was vibrant, enthusiastic and very real. And, he thought, unable to stop himself from cracking a half-smile, her happiness was apparently contagious.
The mystery woman finished her conversation with the bistro's employee, then turned and walked toward the empty table next to his. She didn't notice Jake, which was fine by him, because it gave him more time to stare at her.
You. Are. Fucking. Hot.
The more he saw, the harder he got.
She was average in height and very, very curvy. She wore a tight little yellow sundress that, thankfully, left little to the imagination. Her breasts were round and large, her hips wide and provocative. He loved the way they swayed as she walked, tugging at the sundress, forcing her to show off legs that Jake wanted wrapped around his waist in the worst way. Her thighs were fleshy, not bony, thin or muscular. As she sat down at the table nearest him, Jake couldn't help but notice her tummy wasn't flat either. There was flesh there--sexy, hot, rounded flesh that looked so ripe and perfect.
Everything about her looked...right.