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Hunter's Mark by V.S. Morgan

Hunter’s Mark

by V.S. Morgan

Contemporary Erotic I/R M/M Paranormal Romance

 Artist Casey Smith lives a quiet life, under the radar of his enemies, until one fateful night he loses control and the astonishing image of a wolf racing down a suburban street splashes all over social media.

Hunter’s bullet never misses its target. The assassin seeks out and kills his prey with a clear conscience by following two simple rules: 1) Don’t kill innocents 2) Don’t kill shifters.

Realizing his latest assignment violates those rules, the hunter activates Princess Protocol and the assassin becomes the protector. Red hot attraction flares between the hit man and his former target. Can Hunter resist the sweet shifter in his care?

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Enjoy an Extended Excerpt from Hunter’s Mark by V.S. Morgan:

Hunter rubbed his temples. Too many damned people here. The heavy scent of burning incense overpowered his nose, and his wolf whined for more food. Eight shish kabobs and a big-ass burrito had barely put a dent in his hunger. He gave in and bought the Pad Thai that had received rave online reviews but longed for a huge, rare steak. Fish, veggies, tofu…belch. How did these people survive?

His wolf satisfied, he continued observing. Casey finished lunch and returned to his booth. He smiled and talked with customers as a gentle breeze ruffled his gleaming hair. Damn, that almost sounded poetic. Hunter grimaced. He needed to fucking chill that shit out. He called Rex to check in.

“Yo, dawg, what gives? You pop him already?”

“Negative, too many civilians, and something’s not adding up. Target’s young, and none of his actions have justified icing him.”

“Maybe he’s a banger. They grow ’em young,” Rex said.

“Haven’t seen many bangers with little froufrou dogs, working in some tiny-ass booth, happy as can be. Shit, even his hair is happy.”

“Even his hair is…? You haven’t been eating those ‘special brownies’ they make there in Eugene, have you?”

“Step off, dickhead. You know I don’t do that kind of shit.”

“Just fucking with you. Can you smell him?”

“No, too many scents mixing together. I’ll need to get closer.”

Evil didn’t have a smell exactly, but he could pick up hints of it from humans; the stench of fear and violence clung to them long after their crimes were committed.

Glenn left the booth, leaving the mark alone. Excellent. Activating the video feed in his sunglasses so his handler could see as well, Hunter ambled over to the neighboring booth, which happened to have the trippy tie-dyed TP.

“I’m buying some for you,” he said to Rex.

“Rage on, dude. You totally need to get one of those vamp mugs from the next table for Den Mother. He’ll shit a brick!”

He stepped closer to Casey’s stall but stumbled over something small and furry. The toe of one Birkenstock caught on a clump of grass as he attempted not to trample the little beast, and he ass-planted with said beast jumping onto his chest to give him a broad doggie smile.

His buddy laughed piss-your-pants-hard in his ear. Fuck a duck.

“Miss Priscilla!”

The target he’d worked so hard to observe remotely sank to the ground between his sprawled-out legs, peeling the tiny hairball off his chest and setting it on the ground.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

Big blue eyes fringed with long, pale lashes scanned his body while strong yet gentle hands moved over his ankles and legs, searching for an injury. Oh, a toucher. His wolf basked in the tactile attention. His breath hitched as those hands glided past his knees and skimmed his thighs.

His dick went from zero to sixty in two seconds. Damn, he needed to get laid after this assignment.

“Oh, my, what a li’l sweetie. Look at those freckles! I wonder if he’s got them everywhere. I’d like to lick them,” Rex crowed in his ear.

He growled.

The other man chortled. “Possessive, much?”

He inhaled deeply, only to be slammed with the force of a Mack truck. Strawberries on a warm summer’s day and fresh-cut grass—shit, his target smelled delicious. He took another breath, and his brain reeled. He’s a wolf shifter, too? Fuck.

Casey’s brows furrowed. “Where are you hurt?”

He forced a smile. “I’m fine. No worries.”

His mark returned the smile, his wide and high beam combined with sparkling eyes. Hunter stared, warmth wrapping around him like a blanket. He had no ammo against such a happy, open expression. The guy fucking glowed.

“Here, let me help you up.” His prey stood and reached out a hand.

A spark of energy surged up his arm as their hands clasped. His wolf whined in longing. Down, boy.

The smaller man gasped, his heated gaze roaming over his body. Hunter’s nostrils flared at the scent of Casey’s arousal and stifled a groan. Not helping.

He just needed to play it cool. After brushing the seat of his shorts, he leaned down and grabbed his bag. Giving him a slight wave, he strolled a short distance away.

What a complete clusterfuck. They didn’t hunt shifters. It was bad juju getting involved with pack business.

“Rex, he’s a shifter.”

“Confirm, did you say shifter?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Contacting Den Mother,” his handler replied, all business now.

The dog started barking, and he turned. A car jumped the curb, barreling toward the back of the pottery stand.

He darted over and shoved the little wolf out of the way moments before the car plowed through it. The peaceful vibe of the place shattered with the sounds of pottery smashing and people screaming. The scent of fear overpowered even the strongest incense.

Hunter shielded him with his body as the car careened through a few more stands and back onto the street before speeding off. Fucking A.


The dog who had been right at his feet barked. Scooping it up, he stuffed the mutt into Casey’s arms and dragged him out of the area.

This couldn’t have been an accident, too much of a coincidence. Someone hadn’t honored the forty-eight hour contract and was gunning for the young wolf now. He refused to let that happen.

“Rex, I’m initiating princess protocol.”

“Fuck, yeah. Drive to Portland. I’ll meet you there.”

“Come on, it’s time to go.” He slung his arm around his mark’s shoulder and hauled him to his car.

“Wait, what? I don’t know you. Where’s Glenn?” His blue eyes darkened with fear, and he twisted his body, attempting to escape. Regret tugged at Hunter for scaring him, but he tightened his hold. He needed to keep the pup alive.

“It’s not safe for you here.” He reached into the car for his emergency kit.

While the smaller man craned his head around, Hunter stuck him with a hypo, and he went out like a light.

He got both man and his mutt into the backseat without issue then drove toward the river and parked in an abandoned lot. Peering over his shoulder, he saw the dog lick his owner’s still cheek.

“Want a treat?” He offered it a piece of Slim Jim. The pooch gave him a “fuck you” look and growled. Not so friendly now.

He raised his shades and allowed his eyes to shift, his wolf staring down the puff ball. It quivered but didn’t yield. He growled long and low, and the dog barked at him before flashing tiny white teeth. Ballsy little thing. His wolf decided to take a different tack and whined. The pooch moved and let him search the smaller man’s clothing.

As he rummaged in his target’s pockets, the waistband of his shorts gaped. His eyebrows shot up at the yellow smiley faces on Casey’s boxers. Un-freaking-believable.

No ID, but he found a couple of bucks and a cheap phone, one of those burner types that couldn’t be traced. He tossed it out the window and ran over it anyway.

As he headed to Portland, he reported in.

“Den Mother, what the hell is going on? Who is this guy?”

“Very good question. It appears Casey Smith doesn’t exist. No birth certificate, Social Security number, driver’s license, school records, medical records, library card…nothing.”

He frowned. “He’s been off the grid his entire life? How is that possible? What about the house?”

“It’s a rental with no contract on file. Probably pays in cash.”

“Any info on the car?”

“Flagged as stolen and found abandoned a few miles out of town. Garrett and Ryland said it smelled of human. They’re interrogating his friend now. I’ve sent out rumors to the media of Casey’s death to buy us some time.”

Hunter yanked the beanie off his head and flung it onto the passenger seat. “So, what are we going to do with him?”

“The fact he’s a shifter complicates things. We’ll have to be careful digging around, or the Pack Council will be alerted. Talk to him and see what you learn.”

“I drugged and kidnapped him. How likely is he going to be to talk to me?”

“You saved his life, a life he can’t return to. He doesn’t have much of a choice.”

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About the Author

V.S. Morgan has lived all over the US but calls Minnesota her home now. Her family includes her hubby, son, and a menagerie of pets.

She’s been writing stories since she could hold a pencil and dreams of happily ever afters – even for two hot men – because love knows no boundaries. V.S. writes MC/IR contemporary, paranormal, and suspense m/m and m/f with heart. She plans to branch into fantasy and sci fi romance, as well.

V.S. is a GLBT ally and a lifetime contributor of The Trevor Project.


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Release Day Launch and #Giveaway ~ JUST GOTTA SAY by @LauraKayeAuthor #eroticromance #menage

JGS RDL BannerI have to admit that Just Gotta Say is one of my favorite reads. It is a hot story with a touch of humor, or at least some laugh out loud moments. If you read it, you’ll know what I mean. So, when I found out Laura Kaye was re-releasing the story, I had to get in on it.

Just Gotta Say by Laura Kaye

Just Gotta Say is a super sexy friends-to-lovers story and a contemporary ménage a quatres. Here’s the blurb:

Callie Davis stumbles upon two of her three male roommates in a surprising, molten-hot midnight tryst and discovers a side of herself she never knew existed. Desire to play with them grips her, and she can’t stop fantasizing about having multiple men, particularly her three long-time best friends.

Callie is thrilled when a guys’ night out gives her the perfect opportunity to recreate her fantasy, with the help of a threesome porn video and a bag of sex toys. That is, until Lucas, Jack and Noah return early and catch her in the act. More than anything, the guys want to make her fantasy come true. But Callie has a secret, and she can’t help wondering if being with all three men will risk the future she’s always wanted with one of them.

As three strong sets of hands caress and undress her, Callie surrenders to desire, because sometimes you just gotta say…yes.

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The set-up: Callie’s most secret fantasy was just unexpectedly revealed to her three male roommates…

The invitation he laid out for her—the invitation to be with them, to act out this fantasy for real with them—was completely outside anything she imagined possible.

She sat for a long moment, still mostly curled into herself. Her gaze lit on the rough bobbing of Jack’s Adams apple as he swallowed. His apparent case of nerves eased hers. A little. Soft, sandy-colored strands brushed against her forehead. Her nose filled with the scent of him, all night air and masculinity.

Callie took a deep breath, her body remembering her unfulfilled arousal even as her brain struggled to keep up. “What are you saying, Jack?” she whispered, buying herself time to think and needing him to spell it out.

One hand stroked her back while the other combed her hair off the side of her face. “I’m saying”—he nibbled at her ear, but this time his lips lingered, his warm exhalation caressing her skin—“that the three of us want to bring that fantasy to life for you. If you want.”

Every nerve ending tingled with the promise of what he offered. Her heart rose from where it had plummeted into her gut and now hammered against her chest. Images of the three of them kissing her, fucking her, swamped her brain. Blood roared through her ears. “Are you teasing me?”

“Look at me,” he said, sliding his large hand under her cheek.

The commanding press of his skin on hers skittered electrical charges down her neck to her breasts. Her nipples hardened. She acquiesced and sat up just enough to face one of her three dearest friends.

“We want to do this for you.” He quirked the sexiest of crooked smiles and shrugged with one shoulder. “You know we’d be good together.”

She didn’t know whether his “we” meant her and him or the four of them. An encouraging voice in her mind said both interpretations were true.

He cupped her neck, his grasp comforting and reassuring, and brushed his lips against her right cheekbone. Her right eye. Her forehead. Tilting his head to the other side, he repeated the action against her left eye, the apple of her left cheek. She gasped when his last kiss fell on that tender, hollow spot just below her ear.

“What do you want, Callie? Whatever you want, we want. Always.”


About the Author

Laura KayeLaura is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of nearly twenty books in contemporary and paranormal romance. Growing up, Laura’s large extended family believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and all things paranormal. She lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and cute-but-bad dog, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.


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by Nazarea Andrews

Dystopian Fiction

Coming November 20th, 2014

The Future Without Hope by Nazarea Andrews

Separated from Finn, captive of the Order, Nurrin has no hope left. But she has survived twenty years of zombies–and she has the unshakable faith that Finn will find her.

But Finn is a long way away. The Order’s influence runs deeper than was ever suspected, and politics are shifting–and zombies may not be the most dangerous thing she’s facing.

Finn always thought the war stripped him of all he had to lose. But with Nurrin missing and doors closing in his face, he realizes there is always more for the world to take–and he will drag the remains of civilization down with him before he gives up on the only promise that matters.

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Enjoy An ExcerptEach of has a moment where we hit rock bottom. Where nothing makes sense, and going on—fighting to live—is just too much. Each of us have faced that kind of devastating loss.

Before Emilie, and everything changed, life was easy. Not for everyone. There was disease and poverty, abuse and death and war. There was loss, in it’s way. But for so many, it was easy, and difficulties, when they came, faded just as quickly. Life was good.

And then the dead rose, and Atlanta fell, and nothing—not a fucking thing—was the same.

We tried. We tried to build our cities with the Haven walls, tried to keep life what it was with our false government in 1, and companies that tried to pretend that life wasn’t shattered beyond repair.

But it was. And when the dead are screaming, there is no pretending. When you have the very last thing you believe in stripped away, there is no way to look at our pretty falsehoods and see anything but the fucking lie that we’ve built out of the ashes of our dead.

We all have that moment.

And sitting here, in an empty train. This is mine.

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Nazarea Andrews is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. She loves chocolate and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, and overgrown dog.


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