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Porridge. Aswin tried to catch his racing breath and get ahold of his panic. He had been promised porridge. No one needed to be 'prepared' for porridge. But someone, someone, should have prepared him for... for... this. Being lost in the wood was frightening. Being lost in a wood reportedly haunted by a Wendigo was possibly terrifying. But being lost in the wood said to be haunted by a Wendigo and chased by a band of brigands sent by a mysterious Dark Fae with unknown nefarious purposes behind his desires was well more than a poor, previously sheltered Elfin lad was ever prepared to deal with. Even if Aswin was a Mage, his fluid magics were unpredictable at the best of times, difficult to control, and oft just outside his ability to grasp and hold them to his will. But there are other creatures in the forest. Things that move on padded feet and snarl with daggered teeth and raised hackles. Things that keep the Moon in their eyes and recall the smell of fear and the taste of blood and marrow. Creatures that make pacts for life, until Death. Somewhere between the old trees, deals will be made, blood will be shed, and new magics will find their wings.Even if it rips two worlds apart. This is a MM fantasy-adventure that includes bed-sharing, naturally, some gore, also naturally, and a guaranteed HEA.

What do writer's do between novels or when needing to take a quick break from all that plot device and character arc? Why, they side-track into short stories and flash fiction for inspiration and a divergence from "the norm," of course! Oh, but when "writer's block" hits, that's when the real "trouble" begins, so be wary of that when Muse comes out to play. A writer's mind is never quiet, from moonbeams and ghost stories, to the terrors of the Cursades and WWI, to the simplest of things, like brushing the cat, there's no rest for the wicked, or an author's cluttered mind. "Writer's prompts" take on a whole new meaning when the writer in question insists on spinning each on their head and taking a hard-left into "alternate meanings," but even a volcano can be beautilful under just the "right" lighting conditions.So grab your "cuppa of choice," your favorite wooly socks, and a few candles, snuggle in, and enjoy the treck through the margin notes, you're sure to find something decadent.

Niemeh and Amarah don't set out to cause trouble; it just seems to "find" them wherever they go. But when an evil and overbearing Sorcerer of the dark arts lays a claim on Niemeh's white magics-and her by proxy-and without her consent no less-she must rely too heavily on her sister's blade, tame a dragon, befriend Pirates, learn to wrangle and master her own Chaos magics, and be home in time to make the wedding; assuming, of course, the Sorcerers Guild doesn't imprison her for her own "safety" first. Any journey might be fraught with danger, but with the addition of the meddlings of an ill-tempered and evil Necromancer on the trail, even the simple act of catching a night's sleep on the road becomes a hazard, and needing to keep one's weapons at arm's length turns out to be problematic when you inadvertently attack your own kin. The real questions are however, can sisterhood survive the perils, and can they survive the power of the Necromancer's dark magics, save the world, and still find a good revel? But when Chaos reigns, anything could happen...

A romantic and erotic tale in the vein of Romeo and Juliet, of a pair of young, star-crossed lovers who find comfort behind bower doors whence the night has waned. Artemis cannot resist either the feel of a good, steady rope, or Amaryllis' comely features to bring him comfort. But like a cruel jester tugs on the strings of the marionette, the ties that bind them lure ever toward a forbidden love, and by the troth of all the horn'ed gods, the Devil may yet get his due. Also Includes the bonus feature "Lamenting The Moon," a medieval and erotic retelling of the Little Red Riding Hood tale wherein our Woodsman happens upon a fair maiden traveler where a local inn provides the backdrop to sate his hunger for something sweet.

No one said that being a Mercenary was easy, with long stretches in the saddle only interspersed with intense-yet brief-bouts of excitement, not to mention the incessant harassment from every rogue and rake when one is lucky enough to find an inn for the night. Nor had Sasha ever intended her hunt for the thief who killed her twin sister to take more than a decade to track down, but she had discovered the Mainland was much more expansive than her homeland island of Sebastia. But Sasha's vengeance knows no bounds, and despite the slog of traveling and hunting down a paycheck, she finds herself in more sticky predicaments than she had ever anticipated. Her solitary lifestyle has brought her few friends, and even fewer confidants to lend an ear, or even a hand, and her overly-independent nature might be the very thing that ends up destroying her if she doesn't learn to curb her quick tongue, not to mention her easily heated temper, and grab the hand freely offered to her. Vengeance is a hard road to travel, and is likely to blind the acutely-driven, and as the roads grow longer than the years, becoming disheartened and jaded is likely to drive her over the sword-edge she's traveled for so long. Until she falls into the path of a fellow Mercenary who can not only stand toe-to-toe with her, he subsequently shakes her foundation to the core, but Sasha's stubborn nature might still drag her down. Her worst enemy is not the rogue thief who slaughtered her twin, but the voice in her head that won't listen to reason. And even going home to Sebastia turns out to be mistake.

Heartsounds is a collection of poems from and about the heart, from deepest familial love to the trainwreck of romantic love, to the love of pets even. The author "may have" slipped in a little erotic poetry to keep you on your toes. The sweet ache of love and loss is worthy of blood and twine, the glue that binds, or perhaps the longing of the "left behind," but it's all in here for you to enjoy. Perhaps your beart is a little bruised about the edges, or maybe it is so full it is near to bursting, but either way, there is something to love in this compilation of tangles and relationships. With a mix of free-verse and fixed-form poetry, there is plenty for evryone, and subtle enough to be enjoyed by every level of reader. So grab a cup of tea, a warm blanket, and curl up to indulge in the complications of the heart.

Lost in a downpour, frightened, and a little rough around the edges, a young "Bunny-Girl" is remanded to the custody of a new Master simply by chance and circumstance. Thrust into an entirely new situation, Suki has no idea what to expect from her new Master, a seemingly kind man, but she knows all too well that his ulterior motives will include the loss of her virginity. That is the least of her trepidations however, as not knowing what other pleasures or punishments might await her in his lavish manor house, and more specifically in his well-appointed 'Play Room.' Was her posterior sentenced to a life of loving caresses, or doomed to a fate of enduring paddles and whips for his pleasure? All she knows for certain is that her new path is going to include an ever-increasing escapade of erotic adventures and extremely intimate events. Both Master and servant must learn the complexities of "give" and "take" as he leads her down this new path of adventures where his patience is wearing thin and must constantly rein himself in and tame his own desires. Or does he? And what of the man for whom she was initially intended to serve?

Now an outlaw on her homeland island of Sebastia, and wanted for "questioning" on the Mainland, Sasha has to lay low and still try to eke out a living as trained Mercenary-for-hire. While a Mercenary's morals may be questionable, they were supposed to be loyal, at least, to the Guild in which they worked under, but Sasha had betrayed even that oath. She had only ever had herself on which to rely, to trust, to survive, and was never one to bend a knee even to the King. It may, however, prove her final undoing. Retiring from Mercenary work had never really proven to be a viable option for Sasha, but when chance puts her in the path of an old friend, becoming instead his standing militia's Marshall of Arms seems like a good idea at the time, at least the gates would keep other Mercenaries off her--tail. Duke Caldwell's ambitions, however, might test even Sasha's capabilities as they vie on the campaign trail to take the very crown. That is, of course, if Sasha's less-than-simple training methods don't kill the entire militia first, and the battles to get them to the throne are no less frought with danger--particularly when Duke Caldwell has to keep "reminding" his Marshall of Arms to stop killing her own men! Sasha draws in an ensemble cast of seedy characters to try and pull off the seemingly impossible. And while her grip on the reins is sure, their chances of success are tenuous at best. Particularly with a conniving King and his militant brother-Prince at the helm. But when the Princess loses her mind completely, why, anything could happen...

Psychopathic hitman just looking for a "good" time... Jynx wasn't always an assassin, but he was always a psychopath. A fly-by-night attitude combined with a penchant for a .38 semi-automatic, a stiff drink, an ever-increasing body count, and some truly questionable behaviors makes mister "tall, dark, and handsome" a charming viper who lives his life on the edge of danger-and oftentimes sanity. Chasing down the next fix even before the bruises have started to heal, Jynx is a switchblade of feral behavior, a Freudian model of Ego over Id, and a prime example of why one should always fear that "thing that goes bump in the night." He is just as likely hone his knife skills as he is to outright pull the trigger, it just depends on his momentary fancy, or how well he's minding the tenuous thread to his sanity. His reckless nature frequently puts himself-and his partner-at risk of being caught either by the authorities, witnesses, or even other thugs. Reining in the wily Jynx is practically a full-time job for his partner, Flint, and cleaning up his roommate's messes is a full-time expense. So slip into something more comfortable... like the shadows... and follow his raucous and wretched adventures-if you dare-as he snakes his way through the underbelly of Los Angeles with his partner Flint in tow. You might be surprised just how far over the edge a deck of cards, a sly grin, and a smoking gun might take you.

In an era where the absurdly wealthy are allowed to purchase human "pets" as playmates for their pleasure, Auction Night for the unspoiled Bunny-Girls is more than just a show of decadence and good grace, but a display of dominance and wealth. Master is not just obscenely wealthy, but embodies charm, wit, and utter control, so when a feisty Bunny-Girl catches his ever-watchful eye, intrigue abounds. Whisked away to his sprawling manse, she has no idea what to expect, except that losing her virginity will be the imminent and pressing first question. Timid by nature, she finds herself jumping at every new experience as Master leads her down an intense new road of discovery, romance, and intimacy. Master finds he has to nudge his new prize every step of the way down this twining path, building trust with each new experience, and forcing her to bridge the gaps between them if he is ever to hope to have real intimacy with her. While Master may be patient by nature of the chase, his new Bunny proves to be more skittish than he would have expected, and now, both Master and servant must learn the true meaning of the word "restraint." Or does he?

I was not looking for trouble, or stimulation, or even my next temptation, as I prefer to lie low, as they say. So imagine my surprise when it sauntered into my workplace and disturbed everything in her wake. It had been an age since I had tasted real, living blood, and when my inhuman senses got the full effect of her intoxicating scent, her Fate was sealed, and my hunter's eye would nary waver. And come to find my tasty little trinket turns to fire-dancing in her free time just for the thrill of a licking flame, and what is a man to do but set his hooks in her side, and lure her closer? Oh... but the problem with the flame of passion, is that either or both of you will at somw poinr get burned. But when the Vampire meets a fire-dancer's allure, the only real question is... Who bites first?