Blood of Luna

Have I got your attention now? Good. As editor of this book, I am proud to have Maya Deleina here at Boundless as the Sea to give everyone a peek inside Blood of Luna! Maya will be giving away one free copy to a lucky commenter, so leave your thoughts in the comments section below, and you just might be the winner!

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When is it real? When is it fantasy?

For Luna Kalen, the line between reality and a dream is hard to recognize.

Recovering from a car accident, the solitude at the coast is meant to be therapeutic. But Luna soon finds it more than her idle mind can handle.

After exploring a dangerous stretch of shoreline, Luna returns home with a mysterious man she discovers in a cave. Little does Luna know that this man is about to fill her world with sinful pleasures…and blood-thirsty vampires.

When reality and fantasy collide, unimaginable dangers lurk, revelations are revealed, and darkest desires are fulfilled. But if you think the happily ever after is the sign of the ending, it’s really only the beginning.

Should Luna have listened to the warning?

Do not go into the cave.

Flashes of unspeakable pleasure travelled like lightning throughout my body, teasing and torturing me all at the same time. I moaned roughly and screamed in a piercing tone that echoed all along the cave walls. Mindless vulgarity escaped from my lips. My foul-mouthed voice sounded unfamiliar, raw and naughty. 

His cock plunged into me slowly, but unrelenting. In and out, bit by bit, he devoured my body.

He was a man with an insatiable need and I was the woman who held the key to his release.

“You have a nasty mouth on you,” he whispered in a coarse, breathless voice.

“You do that to me. Make me scream. Take me hard. Take me fast. Take me rough.”

“Shh, savor, Luna. Savor this right now. This is the last time you’ll ever know the sensations of a cock plunging into your half human, half vampire body. Feel each part of you that I touch.”

He bent his knees to drive up into me in a slow rhythm. Unhurried and crafty, his body moved like a dancer, full of untapped sensuality.

Away from the carnage and destruction, we were deep in a dark cavern of what seemed like an endless cave system. Wrapped in a world of complete ecstasy, we stood under a sliver of light that pierced through a fissure in the cave. Our bodies sparkled in the silvery glow.

Trevor stood with both feet planted firmly on the ground. I balanced on one leg while the other draped over his forearm. Under my bent knee, he secured my position as his hand grasped my thigh. His other hand cradled the rise in my ass, squeezing, rubbing and exploring freely. If it wasn’t for the gentle grade in the cave floor that I stood on, our height difference would never allow for such a sexual position.

With his face buried at my neck, his fingers dug deeper into my sweat-soaked flesh. His pace was still unhurried, but his thrusts to bury himself completely within me intensified. It was if he were claiming unchartered lands, saying “mine, mine, mine” with each plunge. His lips grazed my ear delicately, making me tremble in delight.

“Ickey moving around your naked body in this light is the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.” His deep voice sounded seductive and mesmerizing.

I threw my head back and moaned as my pussy drenched his cock in more and more silky, hot wetness.

I could just imagine what my body looked like. If it was anything like what I was seeing on Trevor, it must’ve been an image straight out of a fantasy.

The beam of light was alive, wrapping around our bodies. The curves that Trevor’s body took reflected the light, acting as a mirror. Glowing and glistening, shards of luminosity bounced from our bodies into the darkness with every movement. The play on shadow and light deliciously highlighted dips and ridges in his chest, abs, and arms while portions of his facial features were blanketed in a mysterious cloak.

All the while, Ickey moved along my body without a care. Smooth and dry, she gently swept across my clavicle, up over my shoulder, slithering her way down my back, and circling around my waist. Thousands of tiny scales moved in synchronization. Rolling, surging, swelling, the piercing light glistened along the surface of her movements like the tides in an ocean. 

The moment was profoundly passionate and powerful.

Suddenly, his exacting motion grew fierce and demanding. Like a wild animal released from his chains, Trevor grunted and moaned wildly and operated in nothing but a single-minded intensity. He slammed his cock into me, driving himself deep with force and purpose. Over and over, he took me, and my body withstood his demands in sheer delight. With one sure thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and held his position.

“Am I a lover who can make you scream?”

“You make me do more than scream. You make me lose my mind,” I said gasping for breath.

He slowly eased his cock from my body, letting his tip linger at the entrance of my slick pussy. “Do I now?” he said as he slammed his way into me once again.

“Yeah! Fuck me hard!”

“Hard?” he asked as he continued his slow retractions and driving force.

“Yes!” I screamed, “Give it to me. Hard!”

“My darling, as you wish.”

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New Release: A Lotus for the Regent

Good morning, friends, family, and fans!

We're so happy to announce the release of the second book in our Lotus Trilogy. This one, A Lotus for the Regent, follows the love story of Kamen, the friend of the hero in the first book, The Soldier's Lotus. We hope the teaser here grabs you and makes you want to read more. As a bonus, the first book in the trilogy, The Soldier's Lotus, is on sale at Amazon now for only 99 cents! (Hurry! We're not sure how long this Amazon sale will last. At most a week?) So this is the perfect time to get into our fantasy world of Gilalion and follow the adventures and love stories of some of the best lovers you'll ever encounter!

Much love as always,
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Kamen and Ajalira

The Lotus Trilogy, 2

Six years ago, Kamen Itenu was made the Regent of the Sunjaa nation, ruling for a boy-king, and thus became the most powerful man in all the west. But Kamen is not just the Regent. He is also a man who has lost his first love, and he has never expected his heart to kindle again.

Ajalira is a woman trapped, one who, for honor's sake, sold herself to the Red Lotus Guild to be made into a courtesan and assassin. When war sends the Regent to the Guild, Ajalira's honor kindles Kamen's broken heart, but can even the love of the Regent protect Ajalira from her past? The war threatens to tear them apart, and Ajalira must choose between her past and her love, while her honor, more precious than her life, hangs in the balance.

Be Warned: Multiple partners, BDSM, erotic asphyxiation, anal sex, orgies, violence

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“So, Lord Itenu has set his heart on the fair Ausir,” Darien said, smiling as he took long strides across the room towards them.

Kamen flashed Ajalira a grin and rose, embracing Darien by the forearm. “Ajalira, and she is to be my sole concubine.”

Darien's eyebrows shot up. “Indeed?”

The slave hurried into the room.

“Let it be written,” Kamen said.

Darien snapped his fingers, and the slave laid out everything on a nearby table. “Let it be done.” Darien drafted the document.

Kamen returned to Ajalira's side. “What is your family name?”

“Zomalin.”

Kamen did not know that name. “I'm going to sign the parchment, and then you will be mine. No law of gods or men can sunder us then.”

Ajalira reached up and touched Kamen's arm, running her fingers down over his bicep and across his abdomen. She sat up perfectly straight and leaned forward. Her every move was a confession of her desire for him.

Kamen looked over the document, and it read just as he wanted it to: that Ajalira would become his concubine, that she alone would hold that title, and that Kamen would take no wife to supplant her. Kamen filled in Ajalira's full name and then signed it with his own. Darien stood and hugged Kamen, picking him up off the floor in a bear hug. Ajalira laughed.

“Congratulations, old friend,” Darien said, setting Kamen down with a jolt.

Kamen took a deep breath. “Thanks.” He walked back over to Ajalira, took her by the hands, and raised her to her feet. “I must take you now in the presence of the Lord Admiral. He must bear witness to the coupling, and then he will sign and leave.”

Ajalira nodded. Apparently she already knew this, but when she glanced at Darien, Kamen detected some measure of embarrassment in her expression. He resolved then to make it a token penetration. He would not fuck her in front of Darien the way Darien had fucked Saerileth in front of him. When he finished, he wanted to be alone with Ajalira.

Kamen laid Ajalira down on the bed and pushed her skirts up to her waist, exposing her bare pussy. His cock twitched as blood rushed through it, making it as hard as any spear. He pulled her knees up, took off his own skirt, and knelt between her legs. Ajalira looked down at Kamen's cock as he ran his hand down its length. She was already wet, so this would be quick.

“I cannot give you my virginal blood,” Ajalira whispered, her face a mask of shame.

“Don't think that way, my love.” Kamen leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “I know you were a Lotus, but that's all behind you now. As for my part, I hold your honor intact.”

Ajalira nodded, once again tears coming to her eyes.

Kamen shifted forward and laid the head of his long cock against her pussy lips. He flicked his penis up and down twice to wet it, and then he slipped the head inside her. Ajalira licked her tightly drawn lips and moaned. Kamen held his cock there, and though every instinct told him to drive himself all the way in, he resisted the temptation. That was for her alone. Besides, he had other plans first, plans of bringing out the sex kitten he knew was inside her.

Kamen turned back to look at Darien, and the Lord Admiral nodded. He signed the document, rolled it up, and took it away. Once he was gone from the room, Kamen removed himself from Ajalira and stood up.

“What's wrong?” Ajalira asked.

Kamen reached down and scooped her into his arms. “Nothing. Now we can get started.” He stood her in the middle of the room, right in front of the four-poster bed, and paced before her.

“Is everything all right?” Ajalira tucked her blonde hair behind her ears.

Kamen stopped, turned, and grabbed the collar of her dress. He ripped it down the front, tearing the entire garment in half. Ajalira gasped but did not retreat. She laid her forearms across her naked breasts, which heaved in excitement, and rubbed her thighs together. Kamen yanked away the torn dress and ripped it again in half down the middle, dividing it into two halves. Ajalira craned her neck to watch him, but he only let a sly smile hint at his plans for her. He took her arm and raised it, holding it against one post of the bed.

“What are you doing?” Ajalira asked.

Kamen wrapped one piece of the dress around her wrist, tying it to the bedpost. He then did the same thing with the other wrist, and when he looked at Ajalira again, he saw wonder dancing in her eyes. She knew what was coming, and she loved it.

But she did not know—not quite. Kamen doubted any Lotus trainer was as good as he. Besides, they were all Zenji. Their cocks were not as big as Sunjaa's.

Kamen's erect, black penis bounced before him as he walked in front of Ajalira. “You shall forget every lover you've had before me. You shall come for this cock alone.” Kamen stopped in front of her and stroked his penis, and as Ajalira watched him, she squirmed and whined. “Oh, you want this?”

Ajalira nodded vigorously.

“Not yet.”

Ajalira whimpered again.

“Yours is the last pussy I'll ever have.” Kamen knelt before her and tapped on the insides of her knees, spreading her legs apart.

El Precio - GIVEAWAY!

We are thrilled to welcome for the first time Jean Maxwell, author of El Precio, to Boundless as the Sea today! This is book two in her Spanish Seduction series, and boy it looks scorching! Jean's an Evernight author we're looking forward to getting to know better!

Comment below for a chance to win a free copy!

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Spanish Seduction, 2

Following your passions, whether in your past, present or future, comes at a price.

Happily in love with engineer David Parker, and pursuing her new career as CEO of Flynn Enterprises in sunny Spain, architect Zara Flynn’s idyllic world is shaken to the core with a single text message. She must return home to Montreal to deal with an apartment break-in and the theft of her car. At the same time, her heart is put on the line by a woman from Dave’s past who claims to be pregnant with his child.

Her mind reeling, she flees to Montreal to do damage control on her property, landing in the arms of an old flame who spares no expense in trying to win her back. Exhausted and vulnerable, she is charmed by his attention, but can he be trusted?

Zara is torn between two worlds, when the most devastating news of all is revealed. Can she make things right with Dave, or has she already lost him to another woman?

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Give us a taste...

“Welcome back, Lightning Girl,” he said with a dimpled smile, his voice low and raw with emotion. He took her hands in his. She thought her knees might give out as she recognized the undisguised need in his gaze. She swallowed hard and clasped his hands to her chest.

“Hey, Thunder Boy,” she said, embarrassed at the squeaky, Debra Winger-ish voice issuing from her lips.

“May I escort you to your office?” he asked, casting a sidelong glance at the small crowd surrounding Mrs. Flynn.

Zara nodded weakly, feeling incapable of uttering another word. Dave’s arm slipped around her shoulders and guided her away from the action and down the long hall.

At last, they reached the cool solitude of the CEO’s office, Dave closing the door behind them. They didn’t get much farther. He spun her around and braced her against the heavy oak paneling, trapping her between him and the door.

“My God, I missed you,” he said, his mouth seeking hers insistently. She barely heard his words above the pounding of her own heart. Her lips trembled as they met his in a searing, all-consuming kiss. If he’d not been holding her so tight, she’d have melted to the floor in a pool of desire. She pulled her hands free and dove them into his tousled locks, dragging her fingers through the soft, collar-length waves of light brown hair.

When they broke their kiss, neither of them breathed lightly. A kiss wasn’t nearly enough to quell the urges seething within. Dave leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes closed.

“This is completely unprofessional and inappropriate,” he whispered.

“I agree,” she said, trying to catch her breath. “What on earth were you thinking, Mr. Parker?”

“Ha.” He smiled his signature half-smile as he continued to hyperventilate. “I was thinking, a demonstration might make things more clear, Miss Flynn.” He swallowed and brought his respiration rate down to a manageable level. “With your permission?”

“By all means, you have my complete attention, sir.”

He pushed away from the door, pulling her with him. He dragged one of the hard-backed visitor chairs over and jammed it up against the doorknob. Walking backwards, he towed her across the room to the oversized drafting table between two massive bookcases. He lifted her to sit on the vinyl-topped surface, wedging his body between her knees. His hands framed her face while he kissed her, hard.

Without conscious thought, Zara’s fingers went to his belt, flipping the buckle open and sliding it through the jean loops and onto the floor. She undid the metal button and worked the zipper down in a few tugs. He caught up strands of her hair and massaged them against her cheeks as he deepened his kiss, letting her continue undressing him. She separated the buttons on his soft denim shirt, slipping her hands inside to stroke his muscled chest. Her fingertips found his taut nipples and lingered there, tickling and touching.

He wrenched the rest of the shirt off then set to work on the front buttons of her sweater, stripping her down to her lacy black bra. His mouth moved to her chest, licking and kissing the mounds of her breasts as he pushed up the hem of her skirt.

With her hormones raging, Zara felt like she might leave a puddle on the tabletop if she didn’t get his dick inside her in the next ten seconds. She grasped at the waistband of his jeans and pushed them down past his hips, releasing his swollen member from its bounds. He pulled her roughly to the edge of the table, lifting her enough to free her skirt from around her bum. Her thin panties were no match for Dave’s insistent fingers. Not much material to them in any case, they shredded easily in his hands. He slung one arm under her knee and lifted it to his ribs, creating enough clearance to plunge his throbbing penis into her.

Zara sucked in air at the sudden, aggressive entry, surprised at how much the rough play excited her. Her arms went tight around his back, her fingernails digging into his skin, clinging to him like a cat on a scratching post. She relished the pounding rhythm of his cock driving into her. Holy Mother, was this how it would always be between them if they were apart for more than a few days? God, she hoped so.

She took all of what he had to give her, mindless of the blueprints and mechanical pencils scattering to the floor from the rocking tabletop. Without the benefit of much foreplay, Zara still felt the rising tide of orgasm flow toward her center as she matched his thrusts.

It usually didn’t work that way for her, the tender tissues between her legs typically requiring a bit more encouragement and…finesse, but…right now…felt good. Jesus, this was her workplace! At least twenty people stood not five meters outside the door. This is crazy!

A burning flush rose up her chest, her breasts tingling and tightening, while her inner thighs quivered on the threshold of surrender. The very idea of making it on an office desk, and that they might be discovered at any moment, brought an unexpected thrill. This is beyond crazy…this is unconscionable…this is…oh, sweet Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

She tumbled into orgasm, and so did he. As Dave was about to let out a satisfactory moan, Zara covered his mouth in a smothering kiss to prevent any telltale noise from exiting the room. His free hand cupped the back of her head. She listened to the sound of his breathing and the soft grunts trapped in his throat as he buried himself in her kiss.

Their lips parted, and he nuzzled her neck and licked her earlobe before speaking in a painful whisper. “I’m sorry…if I rushed you. Did I hurt you? I never want to hurt you. I can do better.”

She kissed his cheek. “If you were hurting me, I sure as hell like being hurt,” she replied. “And if you did any better, I’d have to fire you. For being so unprofessional. But your, demonstration, was certainly convincing. Remind me to have you make business presentations more often.”

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Why Summer Isn't For Writing (Part 2)

My campaign of not writing during these seven weeks of summer break shamelessly progresses! Since we have a new release coming out September 12th, I don't feel the least bit guilty not working on my next manuscript. How can I ...

... when there is early morning Mac?

... when there are Buddhas to be found secreted away within mountains?

... when Legoland has just opened in Tokyo?

... when there are slides to go down?

... when you have such a great outing that you collapse on the train ride home?

... when chocolate makes you this happy?

... when I take day-trips that look like this?

... when there is philosophy to discuss?

... when there are lakes to explore?

... when you want to feel what dogs feel?

... when there are caves to explore?

... when there are ice caves to cool off in?

... when you can't resist going into the forest looking for suicides?

... when you stumble upon the detritus of an unwanted life?

... when you find something you wish you hadn't?

... when there are full moons?

... when there are kitties crawling all over me?

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Blood and Bondage

Boundless as the Sea welcomes Evernight's own (and our dead friend!), Annalynne Russo, who is here to give us a peek into her new release, Blood and Bondage.

Anaïs Moreau is a classically-trained ballerina born during Henry VIII’s reign in France. After falling victim to the sexual appetites of a nobleman at court, she suffers betrayal and abandonment at the hands of her aristocratic father. Destitute and distraught, she embraces her friend Christine’s gift of immortality and becomes a vampire. For centuries, Anaïs preys on calculating womanizers whose sole purpose is to manipulate women. Until one day, she meets her match.

Oliver Polinski works for the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs. His job is to plan covert missions and train his army of soldiers to hunt down and kill supernatural creatures, vampires most notably. When Oliver and Anaïs cross paths at a mutual friend’s wedding, they learn that they both prefer sex to be a bit kinkier than most.

Can these two star-crossed lovers overcome blinding hate and prejudice for one another and find love? Only time will tell.

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Give us a taste...

Other than the barrage of crimson stares, Anaïs found it difficult to make out faces. She did, however, recognize the guttural moans and groans of pleasure that came from every corner of the room. In addition, the loud bass of hard rock pounded against the walls, making the foundation of the building rattle and hum. The place had been painted in black with only a few dim strobe lights that flashed on and off at intermittent times.

Using the leash he’d insisted she employ, Anaïs paraded her boy toy across the length of the room. She only released him long enough to shackle his arms and legs to the hooks that hung from the walls and low-lying ceiling.

“Are you sure we can do this?” Anaïs asked with trepidation. She wasn’t necessarily keen on public exhibition, especially since the two of them had to make their act appear legitimate. If their resolve wavered for even a second, the bloodsuckers in the club would see through it and surely pounce.

“I’m up to the task. I promise to be a good little sub,” he whispered huskily into her ear, making goose bumps form on already sensitive skin. “What about you?”

“This isn’t generally my scene. But I’m a dancer. I’m used to being on stage.” Anaïs drew back. She stared into the depths of her lover’s eyes, gauging his mood. “You do realize, I’ll have to bite you. If not, these fuckers won’t buy the charade.”

Oliver shrugged his shoulders, then handed Anaïs the flogger he’d kept huddled at his side. “No safe word, eh? Well, I suppose you’ve earned a bit of retribution.”

Anaïs squared her shoulders, then yanked on the chains that bound him to ensure they were secure. She had to make her role as dominatrix seem real. After a brief moment of hesitation, she strutted around his tightly-coiled body, her perusal gluttonous and intense. At least she hoped that’s the way it looked. As she encircled him, the cat o’ nine tails she held in her hand lashed at the rippled muscle on his chest. Damn, she found Oliver impossible to resist. Once again, the urge to ravage him had snuck up on her. There was something about his refined masculinity that kept her perpetually ensnared. God, she couldn’t wait to sample the rare, well-preserved vintage of his blood.

Standing behind him, Anaïs raked her razor-tipped fingernails down the curve of his spine. Then she cracked the whip again and watched his body wince. Her hand drifted up, two bloody fingers teetered on the ridge of her lower lip. A few seconds later, her tongue slithered out and sucked the rich, red deliciousness off the fingertips.

That tiny tidbit of her lover’s life essence drove Anaïs’s libido into an all-out frenzy. Moisture from her womb soaked through the slick fabric of her clothing. The warm, slippery wetness slid down her inner thighs. Her hardened nipples sprang to life, rubbing painfully against the clingy latex cat suit. She wanted to tear open the sphere-shaped zippers and thrust her bosom into his face. But with an audience in tow, forcing her sub to do it with his teeth would make for a much more convincing show.

At his mistress’ decree, Oliver lowered his head and obliged, unzipping the fabric that covered each breast in one fell swoop. He puckered up and took one plump areola into his mouth, while he rolled the roughness of his weathered palm over the other.

“Suck harder, damn it! For Christ’s sake, do as I command.” Anaïs screamed loud enough for the masses to overhear.

Oliver’s low rumble reverberated against her skin. No doubt he was turned on, almost as much as she. With their bodies in such close proximity, she could hear the man’s heart beating in his chest. His carotid artery pulsed wildly on the side of his neck and she could no longer war with her instincts.

Anaïs felt her sharp, serrated canines emerge, ready to pierce her lover’s supple flesh. With his mouth still suckling her breast, she reached down and clasped his enormous cock through his jeans, stroking its length until he purred like a cat. Once in the throes of pleasure, she sank her fangs deep, siphoning his blood greedily.

Oliver bucked slightly, then groaned in a clear attempt to remain in control. She knew it must have taken everything he had not to yank on the chains and pull out the stake attached to his hip. To hell with the fact that her bite had made both of them feel good.

Anaïs pulled back, releasing the suction from their pleasure racked bodies. Briefly, she gazed at his face. His eyes still swirled with sexual intent. The flush of his cheeks and the sweat on his brow served as proof that Oliver, too, had enjoyed their display.

Anaïs growled as her tongue swept over the twin pinpricks she’d left in his neck in order to cauterize the open wound. Her shy insecurities had been replaced by desire. “Don’t move, lover boy. The show’s not over yet.”

Look What Evernight Did in August 2012!

The Layton Family, 3

Uptight history professor Sam Layton may have the abs of a movie action hero, but he stopped believing in the joy of adventure a long time ago. However, when a one-night stand with a tattooed bombshell leads to a treasure map for the long-buried Rebecca’s Bounty, the call to action is too strong to ignore.

All Las Vegas cocktail waitress Josie Winarsky wants to do is paint. But when she lands smack dab in the middle in a mob plot, she has to push aside her dreams to find a treasure in Dry Creek, Nebraska and save her family from harm. With Sam at her side and a Vegas loan shark on her tail, the treasure she finds turn out to be much more valuable than emeralds and rubies.

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The Midnight Cup is a story that follows the romance between a white witch and her man … turned slayer … turned vampire … turned soul mate.

Marcus McKinney is a trained member of the Society and a vampire slayer. With an ancient hieroglyphic tattoo to ward off his own personal demons, he travels to a small college town in the Midwest. It is here that he finds The Midnight Cup—a quaint coffee house with a backroom … filled with vampires.

The owner of this little establishment is Serenity Baker. She is a Natural. With her long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, she is a beautiful white witch that offers light magic with a simple touch. It is this power that draws the coven of vampires to her small coffee shop which in turn brings Marcus into her life.

The Midnight Cup tells their story amidst a brewing war. With a circle of witches, a coven of vampires, and a league of Society members, who knows what could happen next?

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Tales from the Vampire Scribe, 3

Anaïs Moreau is a classically-trained ballerina born during Henry VIII’s reign in France. After falling victim to the deviant sexual appetites of a nobleman at court, she suffers betrayal and abandonment at the hands of her aristocratic father. In turn, she embraces her best friend’s gift of immortality and becomes a vampire. For centuries, Anaïs preys on calculating womanizers whose sole purpose is to manipulate women. Until one day, she meets her match.

Oliver Polinski works for the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs. His job is to plan covert missions and train his army of soldiers to hunt down and kill supernatural creatures, vampires most notably. When Oliver and Anaïs cross paths at a mutual friend’s wedding, they learn that they both prefer sex to be a bit kinkier than most.

Can these two star-crossed lovers overcome blinding hate and prejudice for one another and find love? Only time will tell.

Be Warned: BDSM, rimming, anal sex, sex toys, public exhibition

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The Soul Collectors, 2

Sheriff Jason McCall has been entrusted by his community to protect and serve. When dead bodies start littering the morgue, his investigations lead him to a world of creatures he never believed in. Questioning his own sanity, he closes in on the killers, never expecting to be attracted to one of the things that go bump in the night.

Elia comes to the area when he senses a spike in evil energy, knowing the Hell Demon Horde is behind the rash of deaths. When he’s nearly arrested by the local sheriff, he’s tempted to let the sexy lawman put him in cuffs and have his wicked way with him.

Bodies collide as they find solace in each other. Jason’s weary of joining their fight, bound by the oath he gave his neighbors. So, Elia pulls out all the stops to lay down his lawman.

Be Warned: m/m sex

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Battle of Wills, 1

When submissive Ann misuses her safe word once too often, she is told to attend a retraining program. However, the only Master prepared to train her is hard, inflexible Luke, the man she jilted eight years previously.

Dominated by her parents, shy Ann left home because there was something missing in her life she wasn’t getting from her sweet fiancé, as he was then, and was introduced to BDSM.

Shocked to see each other at the club, but stunned at how they’ve both changed, Ann has to be trained by Luke, or leave. It becomes a battle of wills to see who will lose control—the battle being about trust. Can Ann give up control and trust a Master? Can Luke trust Ann not to run away again? The emotional victory for each battle flies back and forth between them. Who will ultimately win?

Be Warned: BDSM, anal play, sex toys, public exhibition, menage a quatre, brief f/f interaction

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Surviving the brutal attack by her husband was a miracle, killing him an accident, dying was the worst—coming back with the ability to see ghosts just sucks!

Determined to rebuild her life, Emma Angeles finds Paradise to be perfect. Meeting Dayton Kane made it even more so. When she starts to see her dead husband, Emma's sanity is tested. She wants Dayton with every fiber of her being, but fears she may hurt him so holds back. Upon learning Dayton might lose the family castle, Emma takes the bold step to help him by holding a Christmas Party at Gray Stone.

Then tragedy strikes and a local island woman is murdered. Emma takes a stand. With the help of Dayton, his great, great, great-grandfather—a sexy pirate who haunts Paradise—and the recently deceased Sadie, she is determined to put her husband back in the grave. Permanently.

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Confirmed NYC bachelor Malcolm Fowlkes must marry within five days to satisfy the requirements of his father’s will. With an unsuccessful round of speed dating under his belt, he finally meets Caroline.

Caroline Mathers has never been interested in marriage, but she's willing to sacrifice that small detail to gain her ultimate desire: a baby.

Caroline and Malcolm complicate what should be a simple arrangement with an irresistible sexual attraction that quickly develops into a sizzling physical relationship. But such a rushed, unconventional relationship is bound to come with surprises. Though Caroline finds herself drawn to Malcolm, she doesn't have a chance to express herself before he finds out her secrets.

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Naughty Fairy Tales

Once upon a time there was a snoopy reporter, one Master Dom who wanted her for his own, and an underground bondage club that could mean the story of the year…

When Allison McCray decided to go undercover and pose as a submissive college girl named Alice Smith, she may have found herself in over her head. Especially when she becomes the new pet of someone they call Master Hatter.

Having Alice in his club may have been what Master Hatter always dreamed of, only he wished she were there as the woman he knew as Allison, not Alice. No matter. He’d play any game she wanted, and perhaps somewhere along the way he would show his “little Alice” what she’d been missing, one well-placed swat at a time.

But does Alice truly have what it takes to be a submissive, find the answers she seeks, learn the identity of the Master, and break the story that could make Allison McCray a household name? Or will she forever be tied up in Wonderland?

Be Warned: BDSM, sex toys, public exhibition, anal sex

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Manlove at the End of the World, 3

Will the outlaw become a hero?

Rian didn’t ask for trouble. He's just a geeky coward who managed to survive the virus that wiped out most of the world. He is smitten with an outlaw that sent his desire on fire. This cowardly gay man finds himself in a town at the end of the world ruled by homophobes. Oh, and there’s also a raging volcano ready to blow, and these crazy folk want to sacrifice him. Now, he’s trapped like a caged beast, and death is imminent.

Rian has only one hope of survival—the outlaw.

Be Warned: m/m sex

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Sometimes finding love is the only thing that matters in life.

Brock Dolan had it all. He had a well-to-do upbringing and was heir to a multi-million dollar company. That was until he lost a major client and was sent away with just $5,000 to see if he could make it on his own. Should he fail, he'd forfeit everything.

Kate Byrne was having a touch of bad luck. Her husband left her with a restaurant to run and a loan to repay. Things seem a little brighter when Brock Dolan buys the run down boat anchored opposite her restaurant and comes to work for her.

What starts out as a friends-with-benefits relationship, eventually leads to true love. They both discover there’s much more to life than money and having it all.

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Romance on the Go

Fiona isn’t alone in the woods.

When an unseen predator stalks her during one of her field expeditions, Fiona’s only hope is that a man named Landon, one that lives isolated high in the mountains and keeps to himself, will help her.

It isn’t until she is alone with Landon, safe for the time being in his cabin, that she realizes she has an undeniable sexual attraction to him. As she lets her inhibitions go and gives herself to him, she learns there is something deadly wrong with him, something that she has only read about in fables.

Has she just walked into her stalker's arms, or is she running from the only man who could save her life?

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The Promise Series, 2

A year after their paths first crossed during the infamously decadent Carnival in England, Alaric and Jane are still traveling together in their red silk hot air balloon, love and trust growing between them with each city they land in. And the stronger trust is, the harder it can be tested.

Be Warned: BDSM

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Cory Blindbarrow of Blindbarrow Crimefighting Couture, loves her work—from tailoring bulletproof fabrics to engineering concealed weaponry. Kowtowing to the over-sized egos of her superhero clientele? Not so much.

Her newest client, Theo Richelieu, aka Prometheus Man, can see five minutes into the future. Unfortunately, nobody believes him. He’s exactly the type that pushes Cory’s buttons. But he’s also quite talented at engaging (and disengaging) her buttons and zippers. As maddening as Theo can be, Cory can’t deny their supernatural chemistry.

When a sniper targets Cory’s colleagues, Theo appoints himself her protector. His know-it-all attitude soon has her ready to tattoo a bullseye on her forehead. If Theo is unable to convince the headstrong couturier she’s the sniper’s next mark, their happily ever after might never make it out of the design phase.

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The Law Castle Bad Boys, 1

Cheryl Fisher is a virgin on a mission. She’s spent the better part of her life caring for her sick mother. On her death bed, her mother made her promise to live life to the fullest and to never take one moment for granted. In order to fulfill her promise, she goes in search of the two men she can trust with her body.

Noah and Drew have had their eyes on Cheryl for a while. Both men know they want to share her. When Noah learns the truth about her virginity, he’s shocked by the possessive feelings he has towards her.

Together, they must show Cheryl that there is more to them than their bad boy reputation. They want her with them forever, and they will do everything in their power to fight for her.

Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), anal sex, spanking

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Philip Beecham is told that his best friend and secret love Stephen Withers died during a holiday in Munich. But one night, when Philip is wandering alone in a nearby wood, he sees his beloved friend. At first Philip believes Stephen is a ghost, but then learns something much more horrifying: Stephen has been turned into a vampire and needs Philip’s help to become human again.

To get back the man he loves, Philip must make his way through this unknown world of bloodlust and undeath and confront the vampire who stole his friend’s life.

Be Warned: m/m sex

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The Mercenary Tales, 2

Ambushed, captured and sold...

After losing his best friend, Wybert is forced to give up his life as a mercenary and become a pleasure slave. The daunting task becomes harder than expected when the attraction to his slave master goes beyond the bedchamber.

Izz-Sarava was content with his life as the Zshanti's slave master until the new serf appeared. Somehow, under his presence, his control slips, and his heart becomes exposed.

As their feelings develop, will they be able to overcome a past that haunts them to pursue a future together?

Be Warned: m/m sex, menage sex, spanking

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Slightly plump and over-aged at six and twenty, Abigail Preston sits on a shelf, having given up hope of marriage. She loses all she loves to the epidemic cholera, and her father’s will stipulates she must marry to inherit. Desperate, she answers an advertisement for a bride in America. Benjamin Siddle states that she be made of sturdy stock and resistant to cold weather. Opportunity is knocking for Abby. She travels to America to marry a man she doesn’t know in a last bid for happiness.

Abigail is faced with a surprise upon her arrival in America. A man is willing to do whatever it takes to make sure she doesn’t marry anyone but him, but does he want her or her money? Can Ben and Abby overcome the obstacles placed in their way and find true love along the way?

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A bottle of wine and a phone number later. That was all it took for twenty-five year old Charity Miller to find herself thrust into a relationship she never saw coming. Each and every day spent with her tattoo artist boyfriend Jake brings her that much closer to falling in love and two steps backward from erasing the look of torment from his beautiful dark eyes.

Jake is falling hard for his girlfriend. Charity is unlike any other woman he has ever been with and it scares the heck out of him. With her soft brown eyes and penetrating gaze, Jake knows she is on to him. Yet, her kisses taste like the sweetest heaven and her trust in him leaves him shaken, so why on earth would he risk it all and surrender all pretense of being anything more than a lowdown trailer trash ex-convict?

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Girlfriends share lots of things, including their most sinful secrets. When those secrets involve love, lust and long denied desire, sparks are sure to fly. And sometimes, there is no denying the need for a woman’s touch.

In this volume you’ll find seven delicious stories of sensual, daring women who open their hearts to discover love, fulfillment and satisfaction—closer than they expected.

Be Warned: f/f sex

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Best friends make the best lovers? Indeed they do. There’s nothing more exciting than discovering that the person you already share everything with is the one you want sharing your bed.

Join us for ten tales of sexy and decadent discoveries as these gloriously hot men find all the love, lust and orgasmic delight they could ever want—closer than they expected.

Be Warned: m/m sex

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Daron, daughter of Gayle, is a witch. When her sister dies during a dangerous spell, the coven council lays her death on Daron’s shoulders. To redeem herself she must save someone that shouldn’t exist: a warlock.

Protecting the warlock and his dangerous infant son is more of a challenge than the powerful witch expects, especially when she starts have visions of the warlock—nude!

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Romance on the Go

The Satin Rose Experience, 1

Mia Lavender has been offered a promotion she can’t refuse—VP of Client Experience at New York’s exclusive BDSM club, "The Satin Rose Experience" (SRE). Mia's kept her submissive tendencies a secret, until now. She'll have ample opportunity to explore her fantasy, because to succeed in her new role at SRE, she will need on-the-job training at the hands of Asher Cane.

During Asher Cane's very first training session with Mia, he fails to follow his own rules and has the hottest vanilla sex of his life. Mia needs training, and Asher is damned if he'll allow another Dom to touch her. Can Asher be the dispassionate trainer Mia needs to learn the exquisite give and take of dominance and submission? Or will her submission come only at the cost of his heart?

SRE, New York’s elite BDSM club, contains ten uniquely themed suites, each with its own story to tell. Find the introduction of SRE in The Satin Rose Experience, a short story in Evernight Publishing’s Keyboards and Kink Anthology.

Be Warned: BDSM

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Wickedly Taboo

What is a young woman to do when she starts to see her best friend’s father as something more?

As Mona’s feelings for Isaac start to escalate, she knows that a relationship with him could never work. As her best friend’s father, it is forbidden to be with him, yet she can’t seem to stay away.

With an abusive family, her best friend in a toxic relationship, and more problems arising every day, Mona knows her future is unsure.

Each day brings Isaac and Mona closer together, but she knows she can’t keep their relationship a secret forever from Karalina, her best friend and Isaac’s daughter.

Mona must decide to keep her relationship with Isaac and risk losing her friendship with Karalina forever, or come clean and possibly lose them both.

Be Warned: voyeurism

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The Beast Within, 1

Tristan’s life as a vampire is simple enough when he and his familiar John go out for a drink one night. However, he didn’t count on running into Rory, a guy he shared a steamy kiss with at a party, and he definitely did not plan on John and Rory being attacked by a vampire-werewolf hybrid sent by Tristan’s vengeful brother.

Both men are infected, and both men turn, one into a vampire and the other into a werewolf. The attractions, and conflicts, between the three men make sparks fly as they try to learn more about what has happened, but Tristan’s brother has little desire to help them. Tristan was born a supernatural being, but how will Rory and John adjust? And in the end, will both men be open-minded enough to accept the love they could both enjoy with Tristan?

Be Warned: m/m sex, menage sex

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Imperfection, 1

Noelle Evans has lived with a vicious scar down the side of her face since she was in a car accident ten years ago. She doesn’t know what it is like to be touched, desired, or loved.

Isaac Welch is rich and stuck in a rut of loveless sex with gold-digging women. The moment Isaac meets Noelle, sparks begin to fly. He is intrigued by this startling beauty who has helped his brother.

What started as a game soon turns to blinding passion. Isaac tries to fight his growing feelings for Noelle, but she is about to learn the truth about their meetings. Will she ever be able to forgive his betrayal, or will Isaac be left with only the memories of his time with his Scarred Beauty?

Be Warned: anal sex, spanking

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The Bound Tetralogy, 4

In the fourth and final novel of The Bound Tetralogy, Isaac Ainsley and Liz Triest decide to let go of demons from the past and move forward with their plans to wed. But who knew that their first challenge as a married couple would come in a corset and thigh-high leather boots?

Morgan Peterson, a crafty and conniving witch from Liz’s past, puts the wedded couple’s faith to the test. With a little help from a diabolical cambion, Morgan seeks to destroy Isaac and Liz’s union.

Will Liz tap into her powerful lineage as a Triest to save her husband from Morgan’s evil grasp?

Be Warned: sex toys (fruit)

The Garden of a Thousand Nightingales

Boundless as the Sea is so proud to have author Katherine Wyvern back to talk about her latest release, The Garden of a Thousand Nightingales. Let me just say that when I got the rough draft of this manuscript, I was yanked so deeply into the wonderful story that I curled up on the sofa in the evening and read it all in one evening. It is that good! Katherine is giving away a FREE COPY, so comment below. You might just win!

Enough from me; let's hear from the word-painter herself!

Hello, Adonis & Adonette, and thank you for offering me a spot in the sunlight for my latest release, The Garden of Thousand Nightingales, which is my favourite piece of writing ever. (AD: I can see why you feel this way. It is incredibly vivid, poetic, and beautiful!) This is a very tender fairytale-like love story set in a fantasy world loosely based on Elizabethan England, and it sports some fabulous illustrations by my favourite Photoshop artist, flondo.

I have always been very fond of the fairytale genre. One of my earliest memories as a child is the large blue and gold books of fairytales that circulated in the house, which provided me countless hours of entranced reading. I especially loved the Norwegian and Irish tales, which were often darker and more mysterious than their more familiar Charles Perrault counterparts. More recently I have been enchanted again and again by the beautiful, intricate fairytales interwoven in several of A. S. Byatt's books, and now I find that the "fairytale" voice is the one that comes more natural to me.

I wanted to write a "smutty" fairy-tale, and making the theme and the style work together was a very interesting challenge, which produced something, to me, magical. I hope the magic works for you as well!

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Tell us what it's about...

In the whispering wilderness of the Sandoval forest, Dusk, an elusive wood-elf, is intent on preserving the fragile life of her hidden trees from the ravages of men, but once her natural green magic finds its match in the powerful wizardry of Juan Francisco Deva de la Torre Espinosa, Royal Astrologer and right hand of the Queen, her whole life changes course.

When their sensuous, starlit romance in the forest turns into a frightful quest in the bleak heart of the city, only the power of her wizard can save dusk from the cruelty of men, and make a place where their love may blossom.

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Give us a taste...

Elves do not quite understand the age of men, nor do they care much about it, and to her he appeared neither very young nor very old; he was like a clear, mild autumn morning, with not a hint of winter’s icy cold yet, as vibrant as spring, but more mellow, sumptuous already with all the fruits of a long summer.

His short, sharp beard was frosty silver-white, almost blue in the moonlight, and there were many crossing lines on his face, some fine, some deep. His skin told the story of his temper and of his seasons, especially around his eyes, which were like pools of still water in July, warm and unfathomable. They might have been brown or green. Even an elf could not say in the moonlight. They were thoughtful with the wisdom of many years, and kind, lit with the twinkle of his half smile, which was ironic, even a bit cynical, but also, strangely, a little sad.

It could well be that only an elf’s eyes could see the warmth of that half smile, hidden as it was under all the layers of his different moods, but elven eyes see in a different way from ours. Neither farther nor better, mind, but—different.

As for him, he saw that even in the moonlight her eyes, her true eyes, shone pale green. Not the chilly sea green of the aquamarine, but the vivid gold-green of the peridot, the evening emerald. They were larger than human eyes would be, so that her face seemed even slimmer and smaller, and they flashed weirdly in the dark, like the eyes of a cat. There was something feline about her whole face, about all of her, in fact, which he did not mind, because he was fonder of cats than he was of most people.

And like a cat that will approach very slowly, every hesitating step taking an age, once close to him, she lost all shyness, and pressed herself to his chest in a full body embrace, not to kiss him, but to sniff at him.

With her arms around his neck and her eyes closed, she explored the scent of his skin, which was different from any scent in the woods. He smelled of tobacco and wood-fire, of lavender and cinnamon and old books, but she did not know these things. After the long day’s ride he also smelled of horse, which made him unhappy, but she liked very much.

She smiled, enraptured, her lips pressed in the soft skin under his earlobe in the first trembling kiss she gave him.

She shuddered all over like an autumn leaf when he dragged his fingernails gently along the thigh she had hooked around his hip, and without a word he pushed her off very slightly, to kiss her closed eyes. His lips were warm and smooth on her eyelids, while his moustache tickled her eyebrows, as light as the touch of a butterfly wing. Elves do not grow whiskers, and this was quite new and wondrous to her. Since the very first moment, she loved his beard, the strange rough softness of it, and she rubbed her face against his chin, again like a cat, just to revel in its texture and its mystery.

She smiled again, because his fingertips awoke trails of tinkling pleasure on her bare skin, because everything about him was like a sensuous new world she had never stepped in before, and because she felt weirdly at home in his strangeness. Magic teemed about him like bees around acacia trees in spring, and although his magic was so unlike her own, it was like a different variation of the same ancient tune, and their bodies hummed it together in a whispering, wordless duet that only they could hear.

For a long moment, when the elf-girl threw her arms around him and kissed him, De la Torre was too astonished to do anything else than return her fervid embrace as best he could. He had courtly notions about how a well-bred gentleman should behave, and it would have been quite difficult for him to do anything else. Refusing her would have been an ill-mannered slight. But as her slim, smooth body pressed hungrily against him, and she caressed his beard and moustache so lovingly, and kissed him so lustily, he forgot all about the guards that still waited for him back in the grassy clearings, and the urgent business that had brought him on the road in the first place.

If forests were always so welcoming, he thought to himself, cupping the back of her head in his palm, kissing her brows and her cheekbones, I would grow fond of them in no time at all.

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