Monday, November 28, 2011

Alluring Tales: Night Moves - Entangled in Darkness

Entangled in Darkness
by Vivi Anna

Blurb

Branlyn Carmichael has been having dreams. Sensual, hot dreams about a stranger with long, blond hair and pale eyes. A stranger yet he is somehow familiar. Nightly he visits, awakening not just her body, but also her memories. Memories of her childhood home and the horrible tragedy she witnessed there.

After fifteen years of running, it is time to go back to face her past. She can no longer deny the events she has seen or her connection to them. When she returns she finds her dream man waiting for her not in her mind but in her bed. He is flesh and blood claiming to be her protector, sent to shield her from a dark seductive power that wants to possess her body. A power named Gregorian.

Now she is caught between the light and the dark. With no way out except for complete surrender.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

SATURAY SNIPPET - HOLIDAY


WITCH'S CURSE
by Myla Jackson

BLURB

As punishment for using magic unwisely, Catherine Wein, ex-witch and totally cursed, is doomed to spend each year in a different woman's life. It's New Year's Eve and at the stroke of midnight she'll make the switch to another host's life. Catherine's determined to grab for as much happiness as she can with her remaining hours in Kindra Merlot's body. Enter sexy cop, Sam Cade
Dumped by his girlfriend right after Christmas, Sam isn't in the mood to celebrate until he sees the willowy beauty, Kindra. Her sensuality and sexual aggressiveness revives his lagging spirits. Is she the one for him or is she another lying, cheating woman like his ex? Will he have more than tonight to find out?

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EXCERPT

Damn. New Years Eve and alone.

“Hey, I got one for you.” BJ handed him a glass of champagne and pointed across the floor at a woman with long, silvery blonde hair and a shimmering silver dress that hugged every curve of her body. He glanced around. “Where’s mine?”

Sam missed BJ’s question, his gaze captivated by the woman standing with a glass of champagne, a sad smile playing around her lips. Something about her pale blue eyes and the way she stared with longing at the couples dancing amid soft blinking lights called out to him. Despite his words to the contrary, Sam wanted to meet the woman. His feet shifted and he stepped out.

BJ’s hand smacked him in the arm. “Did I do right by you, buddy?”

Boy, did he. No use letting him in on the news. BJ would just get a big head, besides, Sam wasn’t sure he should move on his instincts to go meet the woman. “I guess she’s all right.”

“Now, where’s mine. I’m anxious to meet the future Mrs. Drake.”

Sam gave his friend an exasperated look. “Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself?”

“I never date a woman I’m not willing to marry.” BJ stared around the room. “So, where is she?”

A woman with a shock of bright red curls joined the blonde. Sam squelched the chuckle rising in his chest. Perfect. “She’s next to the blonde. Say hello to the future Mrs. Drake.”

“Hey, I gave you a sex goddess and you give me Little Orphan Annie?”

“BJ Drake, I’ve never known you to pass on a challenge. Are you telling me you aren’t going to give my choice for you a chance?”

BJ scowled. “Some friend you are.” He grabbed another glass of champagne from a passing caterer. “Come on, let’s go meet our futures.”

Now that he was headed across the floor to meet the blonde, Sam wasn’t so sure it was a good idea. What would he say? He’d been out of the dating scene for the most part, having been in a steady relationship for the past year and a half. His gut clenched and butterflies invaded. Storming a crack house wasn’t nearly as nerve-wracking as chatting up a strange woman who looked like a super model.

Since this was BJ’s idea, Sam couldn’t back out now. Not with BJ headed the same way. Tamping down his nerves, he attacked the task as if he were about to face a crime boss head-on.

When Sam and BJ were only halfway across the floor, two other men approached the women. They shook hands and then the men led them out onto the dance floor.

“Damn.” BJ shook his head. “Guess if you snooze you lose. I was getting used to the idea of a redhead. I’ve never been with a redhead before.”

“Songs only run for three minutes,” Sam pointed out. Not that he cared. Or so he told himself, although the sense of relief he felt came out of nowhere when he realized the music had changed to a lively rock beat. The thought of the silvery blonde in another man’s arms did bad things to his insides. Was it possible to be jealous even when you hadn’t met the woman?

BJ glanced around the lobby. “I could use a beer.”

“What, had enough champagne?” Sam’s gaze followed the woman around the floor.

“Not particularly. Wanna hit the bar?”

“You go ahead.  I’m fine for now.” BJ could have stayed or gone, Sam wouldn’t have known. He only had eyes for her. Was she a tenant in the apartment complex? Had he ridden the elevator with her a hundred times and never seen her? Was he becoming obsessed in only a few short minutes?

Impossible.

By the time the song ended, his hands were clenched in his pockets. A sultry rhythm took the place of the rock song and the man the blonde had been dancing with grabbed her hand when she would have walked away.

No way. All his cop instincts kicked in and Sam charged onto the dance floor like a bull moose in full rut.
The woman was shaking her head and tugging against the man’s grip.

“Hi, sweetheart. I see you found a dance partner while I was away.” Sam turned to the man whose hand was gripping the blonde’s wrist. “Thank you for entertaining my wife while I ran up to check on the babysitter.”

“Huh?” The man’s grip loosened, and he dropped the woman’s arm. “Excuse me.” Then he ran like a  scalded cat.

“You’d think I had the plague the way that guy took off.” She rubbed at the red mark on her wrist from the guy’s bruising fingers. “Thanks.” Then she turned the full force of her smile on him.

The music swirled around them, weaving a tantalizing spell on Sam. Now that he’d done the cop thing, he should turn around and leave. He’d just been dumped by one woman, he didn’t need the complications of another woman in his life so soon. He’d only be on the rebound. Wouldn’t he?  “Would you like to dance?”

“I suppose it’s only right, afterall we’re married and have children together.” She moved into his arms and laid her fingertips against his chest, her body straight, despite the music’s intimate rhythm. “One problem...”

“If it’s a bad guy, I’ll shoot him.” He tried to pull her closer, but she pushed against him. “Really, I’m a cop, no thug is too tough.” Where was he getting this corny talk? Sam resisted the urge to slap his own forehead.

“Slow down, Lone Ranger. I don’t need rescuing.” She laughed, the sound better than the music and twice as intoxicating as the best champagne. Make that rum and coke.  “I just want to know the name of my husband.”

Her scent wrapped around him, the soft aroma of honeysuckle and moonlight.  He should leave, now. “Sam. My name’s Sam Cade.” He leaned back. “And your name?”

“Cath—Kindra.”

Why had she stumbled over her name? Was she afraid he was a Tom cat on the prowl? “Kindra, huh?” He stared hard into her pale blue eyes. “You don’t look like a Kindra.”

For more Saturday Snippet fun check out these authors:
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Anne Rainey
Mari Carr
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Vivian Arend
Delilah Devlin
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Lacey Savage



Saturday, November 19, 2011

SATURDAY SNIPPET - ACTION


THAT VOODOO YOU DO
Alluring Tales: Night Moves

Using Voodoo and passionate persuasion, panther shape-shifting brothers woo an abducted heiress over to their side of the bayou.
Warning: Two hot panther shifters, one sassy heiress and the bayou will never be the same...

Excerpt

Her heartbeat skittering into panic mode, Catherine dug her paddle into the water so deep her fingers got wet and the canoe turned away from the shoreline and the large feline. Again, she struck out on the same side, desperate to put enough water between her and the animal. Instead, the canoe spun in a circle.

The gold eyes flashed and the panther's mouth opened, long sharp teeth glinting in a flash of sunshine. It growled, a paw stretching out, claws extended.

Her heart thumping hard against her chest, Catherine knew she had to paddle on the other side to straighten the boat and get away from the cat. Her wets hands shook badly as she swung the paddle to the opposite side. The wooden oar slipped from her fingers and plunged into the water, shooting away before she could grab it.

The cat in the shadows surged forward.

Catherine lunged for the paddle, the canoe tipped and she fell in, her long dress weighing her down, dragging her to the bottom.

Usually a good swimmer, she panicked, her arms flailing as she struggled for the surface. Her legs tangled in the long skirt, forcing her arms to do all the work. By the time she reached air, her lungs burned, her arms strained and she couldn't decide whether she was more afraid of the panther or of drowning.

Struggling to tread water, while her dress pulled her downward, Catherine's gaze panned her immediate surroundings. The stretch of land where the panther paced the water's edge was closest, but out of the question. Other tiny islands lay much farther away. What looked like a log floating in the dark water could be a temporary reprieve until Catherine decided what to do. The log was almost as close as the panther and seemed to be moving her way.

Then the log blinked.

Catherine's blood ran cold, her arms and legs stopped fighting the water for a moment and she sank, water washing up her nose. She kicked upward, back-paddling toward the land, panther or no panther. She'd rather take her chances with a panther than an alligator.

One minute the alligator was there, the next he was gone.

Catherine glanced down at the murky water. Where'd he go? Dear God, he'd gone down, heading directly for her. She turned and swam as fast as she could, straight for land, the black panther and assuredly death.
Five feet from shore, she could taste her salvation. She'd make dry ground and then have to fight off the panther. At least she could breathe on land.

Just a few more feet. Her arms ached, her feet barely helped so hampered by the skirt of her long gown, but Catherine pushed on.

Then long, sharp teeth scraped across her skin, snagged her dress and yanked her backward and underwater. Her chest clenched.

Seconds later, a large splash landed next to her.

She couldn't see anything. Murky, nasty swamp water filled her mouth and lungs, and blinded her eyes. Catherine fought like a mad woman to get away from an angry alligator with a mouth full of fabric. She prayed he got as tangled in the folds as she'd been and leave her flesh alone.

If she wanted to live, she had to lose the dress and get out of water. Lungs burning with the need for air, Catherine slipped the straps off her shoulders and tore at the waistline, fumbling fingers struggling to find the zipper.

Long sharp claws slashed through the layers, digging into her skin.

A stab of pain barely registered as her dress floated free of her body. Catherine kicked hard, pushing upward to surface. She breached, gasping, coughing and sucking a lungful of air into her body.

Without wasting time, she stroked hard for shore, dragging her body up the muddy banks. The panther was nowhere to be seen. Once her feet and body were safely out of the swamp, she pushed to her knees and glanced back as the water churned.

A black blur surfaced on top of the alligator's back as the reptile rolled his huge body.

Another splash captured her attention and Catherine turned toward the house on the edge of the swamp. Luc swam toward the fray, a knife between his teeth, his arms and legs propelling him forward with the speed of an Olympic athlete.

Her heart banging against the walls of her chest, Catherine cried out.

The alligator and the panther disappeared beneath the surface.

Luc yanked the knife from his mouth and dove after the pair.


Stay tuned for these other exciting Alluring Tales.
 
November 8th
Myla Jackson
THAT VOODO YOU DO
Using Voodoo and passionate persuasion, panther shape-shifting brothers woo an abducted heiress over to their side of the bayou.

 
November 15th
Cathryn Fox
WAVES OF SEDUCTION
When a mermaid saves a drowning man she unleashes a tidal wave of passion that could destroy her very world.

November 22nd
Vivi Anna
ENTANGLED IN DARKNESS
Returning home after a tragedy, a woman finds herself entangled in a century's old murder mystery, and caught between two physically and emotionally different men who may have been involved.

 
November 29th
Sylvia Day
BLACK MAGIC WOMAN
Can a darkly sensual warlock make the switch when his beloved familiar finds her dominant nature awakened by the lure of black magic...?

 
December 6th
Sasha White
HIGHLAND HEAT
A Highlander who was trapped for centuries enjoys the carnal freedoms of the modern world when he finds the reincarnation of his soul-mate...and her husband.

 
December 13th
Lisa Renee Jones
WICKED WEREWOLF NIGHT
A witch after his secrets. A werewolf after her pleasure.

  
December 20th

Delilah Devlin
DRAGON’S DESIRE 
An ancient dragon sends a loyal knight on a quest to find a virgin to ease his curse. Who knew a virgin would be so hard to find?


 To learn more about the Allure Authors please visit http://www.allureauthors.com/


For other Saturday Snippets try these authors:
Lauren Dane
Anne Rainey
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Selena Blake
Taige Crenshaw
Vivian Arend
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
Shelli Stevens
Lacey Savage

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Waves of Seduction Aluring Tales: Night Moves


Alluring Tales: Night Moves
Waves of Seduction
by Cathryn Fox
Waves of Seduction Blurb:

When a mermaid saves a drowning man she unleashes a tidal wave of passion that could destroy her very world.
 Ella, a mermaid from Dualii, a kingdom deep below the sea, has returned to the quaint coastal town of Crystal Cove, Nova Scotia, a place where she’d once saved a drowning boy. Except when she sees the teenager from her past, she knows he is anything but a boy. He is a man, one who taunts her body and heart in the most inexplicable ways and has her questioning her very future.
As he stands naked beneath the full moon Ella knows she must have him—before she returns home and succumbs to her arranged marriage. Despite the rules set in place for her kind, rules to protect the identity of her people, she decides a blatant seduction is in order. With her body beckoning his touch, Ella lays herself bare as everything inside her urges her to experience his personal brand of lovemaking—just once—before she wipes his mind of their encounter and returns to her underwater world forever.
Except when the heat they generate hinders her abilities to strip his memories and everything in his touch stirs her soul, Ella knows she wants to turn fantasy into long term reality. But when she finds years of research papers, she understands that not only does his study of mythical creatures threaten their future, he is the one man who can destroy her very kind

Waves of Seduction, Excerpt

After replenishing her life force, Ella returned to the boat house to climb back into the oversized shorts and t-shirt she’d borrowed from a stranger’s clothesline earlier that morning. Even though she hated to take things that didn’t belong to her, she couldn’t very well walk around town naked.
Once dressed she made her way back to the private dock, to await the handsome man from her past. Nervousness invaded her stomach when she finally spotted him coming her way, returning to his ocean-side cottage after a long, hard swim out to sea. Her mind raced with questions while her skin prickled with uneasy anticipation.
Would he recognize her after all this time?
Steeling herself she stood back and observed him as he gripped the dock and lifted his long lean torso from the sea. Water dripped from his magnificent body and when his glistening eyes locked on hers, she sucked in a sharp breath, the pull between them every bit as powerful today as it was all those years ago. Ella watched him and waited, anxious to see how he’d react to her.
He slowly climbed to his feet and when he reached his full height, towering a good foot over her, his brow furrowed in bewilderment, clearly taken aback to find someone on his dock.
Surprise on his face, he reached for his clothes. “How…who?”
“It’s been too long,” Ella murmured under her breath as she gazed at his nakedness. It made her want to shed her own clothes, to return to her natural form.
With his hand hovering over his pants, confusion clouded his eyes and he glanced at the distant houses dotting the dark cove. “Do I know—” then suddenly, before he even completed his sentence, his head spun back to her, his clothes forgotten as awareness dawned on his face.
Ella held her breath and waited.
He stood up, his gaze darting to her legs. At first surprise registered in his eyes—then perhaps a bit of disappointment when he glimpsed her land legs instead of her sea tail—but then…well…then something else seemed to take possession of him. As a very sexual being herself, Ella knew exactly what that something else was. Desire.
Instead of going for his clothes, his eyes leisurely trailed upward again, visually caressing her body in a way that made her tremble. She could feel his heat reaching out to her, caressing her and pulling her under like a warm, rogue wave.
“It’s you,” he whispered, his voice husky from both desire and amazement. “Jesus, it’s really you.”
As years of yearning for this man twisted her insides, she bit back a breathy moan, elated that he’d recognized her, but even more thrilled to hear the need lacing his voice. It was that need that spoke volumes and told her that he hadn’t forgotten about her either.
“Yes, it’s me,” she returned without regard for the secrets of her people, but knowing that come morning she’d wipe his mind of her no matter how hard it would be. She realized she wanted him to remember her, wanted him to reminisce about their time together after she disappeared beneath the sea, the same way she would think about every moment of this stolen night, when she was locked in a loveless marriage.
A low tortured noise sounded in his throat and pain haunted his eyes when he asked, “Where have you been?”
Ella took a tentative step closer, craving so much from this man. “All that matters is that I’m here now.”
His gaze moved over her face, assessing her. “I’ve been looking for you,” he murmured and she didn’t miss the tremor in his voice, the undeniable need lacing his words when he added, “I’ve been searching for so long now.”
Desperate to know more—everything—about him, she rushed out, “What’s your name?”
“Liam. Liam Jackson.”
“Liam,” Ella repeated thinking it was the most beautiful name she’d ever heard. “I’m Ella.”
His smile was slow, shaky when he admitted, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, Ella.” Just hearing him say her name for the first time and knowing he’d been thinking about her all these years filled her with a new kind of want.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either,” she admitted honestly and as her body beckoned his touch, she placed her hand on his shoulder in a means to hurry along the intimacy. She wanted him, had needed him for so long now that she didn’t want to waste one more glorious second of the night.
He stroked her arm and she shivered beneath his touch, the strange bond between them tremendous, even after all this time. “I never had the chance to thank you.”
Ella smiled, “Seeing you alive and here today is thanks enough.”
His brows furrowed and conflicting emotions passed over his eyes. “What took you so long to come back?”
Ella frowned, unsure of what to say. How could she tell him that meeting him like this was forbidden, and that after tonight, after she wiped his memory—something she should have done fifteen years ago, yet couldn’t seem to bring herself to do—he’d never remember her again?
He stepped back to examine her, his gaze heartily drinking her in. She could tell by the look on his face that he was still shocked to find her standing on his dock.
“You’re just as beautiful as I remember,” he whispered and everything in the way he studied her promised of something far more intimate. “Except now you’re all grown up.”
His beauty took her breath away and there was nothing she could do to stop her body from quaking, but she knew she wasn’t just reacting to him physically. Even though it wasn’t logical, and they were from diverse worlds, she wanted this man on a whole different level.
Her breath grew shallow as she looked at his nakedness. “So are you.”
He studied her face and suddenly seemed unsure. She could almost hear the wheels spinning as his mind raced with unanswered questions. “That day, that day you saved me, you took off before I had a chance—” She touched her fingertip to his mouth to silence him.
“Shhh…”
He closed his mouth, instantly understanding now was not the time for questions.
Another shiver moved through her and he must have mistaken it for something else. He stepped closer and gathered her into his arms like it was the most natural thing for him to do. Her body molded into his and she felt his blatant need as his cock pressed against her stomach.
His soft whisper covered her like a blanket and she could sense his trepidation when he asked, “Are you okay?”
As she looked up at him she feared she’d never be okay again, especially if she followed through with her plan to seduce him. But she’d come too far to back down now, and it was clear just how much—and for how long—they both wanted each other.
Taking care with her ankle, which pained less thanks to the sea water, she moved against his hard body, letting him know why she was here, what she really wanted, no needed, from him.
“Ella,” he whispered in a shaky voice, and everything in the quiet way he spoke her name brought them to a deeper level of intimacy. It was as if they’d known each other their entire lives. Then again, perhaps they had, perhaps the time they’d both spent thinking of the other helped counteract the time they’d spent apart and made this reunion feel all the more familiar to them.
Off in the distance the sound of laughter broke the silence of the night. Even though they were draped in darkness on his dock, hidden from probing eyes, it was still a reminder that they weren’t really alone. Without concealing his erection, Liam stepped back and gathered her hand into his.
His gaze panned her face, searching for answers and the intent look in his eyes spoke of such need and desire it made her insides quiver. “Can you stay?”
“For a little while,” she answered. “But then I—”
He didn’t let her finish. Instead he slid his fingers through her damp hair and dropped his mouth to hers. Her body pulsed with pent-up need as his warm salty lips met hers and stole her ability to think straight.
Giving in to her baser urges, she opened for him, granting him entry while she savored the incredible taste of his mouth. His kiss was so tender, so achingly gentle that it took her by surprise. His hands circled her waist to draw her in tighter, and when her body became pliable in his arms, letting him know in no uncertain terms what she wanted, a low growl of longing sounded in his throat.
Her nipples tightened with arousal and pressed against his bare chest, her body needing more—so much more…
 

Saturday, November 12, 2011

SATURDAY SNIPPET - SEXY


THAT VOODOO YOU DO
(Alluring Tales: Night Moves)

Using Voodoo and passionate persuasion, panther shape-shifting brothers woo an abducted heiress over to their side of the bayou.

Warning: Two hot panther shifters, one sassy heiress and the bayou will never be the same...

Excerpt

When he reached for the hem of her shirt, she grabbed his wrist and held tight. "I can take it from here."

"No, you can't. The scrape runs along your side to the middle of your back." His gaze held hers, his hand curling around her upper thigh. "Roll over onto your stomach."

She stared at his hand, the fingers resting near the juncture of her thighs, warming her skin. "I don't trust you...not to take advantage of me," she ended on a whisper.

Lucien's lips slid into a devilishly sexy smile.

But it was Bastian who spoke. "We won't take advantage of you, if it's not what you want." He moved closer, snagged another cotton ball and smeared ointment on it. "Let me take care of that scrape on your back. It was my fault it's there in the first place."

Lucien chuckled. "Hands off, huh, bro?" But he moved away, allowing Bastian to take his spot on the bed.
"Roll onto your stomach," Bastian said.

Catherine gazed into his startlingly golden eyes and, despite her better sense, did as he asked.

Rough fingers nudged her shirt hem upward, over her butt cheeks.

Her pussy clenched, juices drenching her channel.

He pressed the cotton ball to her skin, sliding the ointment along the scratch, from the middle of her ass up to her ribs.

Catherine squeezed her thighs tightly together so that the men wouldn't see the juicy affects they evoked. Frankly she was shocked at her own wanton reaction, but she couldn't help herself. Her ass rose off the bed, pressing against his wrist, wanting more than the touch of the cotton ball. When his hand skimmed over the curve of her uninjured cheek, she sucked in a sharp breath.

In a few steps, Lucien rounded the bed and knelt on the other side. "Is he hurting you?"

"Uh, no," she gasped.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Bastian leaned over her shoulder, his fingers pulling the damp strands of hair away from her ear. "You want more."

"Hey, brother, let the lady speak for herself." Lucien smoothed his hand over her shoulder. "Do you?"
Catherine inhaled, closed her eyes and willed herself to show some control. When she opened her eyes to stare into Lucien's equally golden eyes, his hard, muscular chest within easy reach, her brain disengaged and her senses took over. "Yes."

Bastian leaned close and sniffed. "Umm, you smell better without the city on you." His hand on her ass flexed, squeezing tighter. "Do you want me?"

Bastian's gravelly question spread over her body like warm, melted chocolate. Her belly quivered.

Lucien's fingers slid lower down her arm, the tips nudging at her breasts. "Or do you want us both?"

Both? She swallowed hard. Breathing became impossible. "I'm your captive. What choice do I have?"
Lucien clucked his tongue, his fingers leaving her skin.

Bastian backed away, straightening from the bed. "We're not in the habit of raping women. If you want us, you have to ask."

The sudden withdrawal of both men left her cold and frustrated. She rolled to her back, the shirt twisting, exposing her pussy. She didn't care. "Us?" Catherine's fevered mind clutched the word even as her hands skimmed over her breasts and traveled lower to her aching core. "As in both of you?" She sighed. "I must be insane."

"And?" Luc prompted.

They were strangers. She was their prisoner. A thrill of excitement angled southward. Today was Saturday, the weekend would end and she'd get back to her life as the isolated heiress. For the moment, she could afford to throw caution to the wind—no one was expecting her to sit through a boring meeting, make a decision or spend more money. As long as she was back in New Orleans by Sunday night...
"You will take me home tomorrow?"

In a flash, Lucien held up two fingers. "Scout's honor."

Bastian snorted. "He was never a scout."

"Shut up, bro." Lucien chuckled. "We're making progress."

She didn't owe these men anything, no commitment, nothing. Still, something nagged her thoughts. "Why did you bring me here?"

Lucien glanced at his brother, their gazes locking. "You asked for an island.” He spread his hands outward. “I wanted you to see ours."

Her tension leached away. Finally, someone who didn't want anything from her. Tingles spread across her skin, settling lower between her thighs. "Oh, I want to see yours, all right." Letting her knees fall open, she had no trouble asking, "May I have you both?"

Stay tuned for other Alluring Tales: Night Moves stories by the Allure Authors
November 8th
Myla Jackson
THAT VOODO YOU DO
Using Voodoo and passionate persuasion, panther shape-shifting brothers woo an abducted heiress over to their side of the bayou.

 
November 15th
Cathryn Fox
WAVES OF SEDUCTION
When a mermaid saves a drowning man she unleashes a tidal wave of passion that could destroy her very world.

November 22nd
Vivi Anna
ENTANGLED IN DARKNESS
Returning home after a tragedy, a woman finds herself entangled in a century's old murder mystery, and caught between two physically and emotionally different men who may have been involved.

 
November 29th
Sylvia Day
BLACK MAGIC WOMAN
Can a darkly sensual warlock make the switch when his beloved familiar finds her dominant nature awakened by the lure of black magic...?

 
December 6th
Sasha White
HIGHLAND HEAT
A Highlander who was trapped for centuries enjoys the carnal freedoms of the modern world when he finds the reincarnation of his soul-mate...and her husband.

 
December 13th
Lisa Renee Jones
WICKED WEREWOLF NIGHT
A witch after his secrets. A werewolf after her pleasure.

  
December 20th

Delilah Devlin
DRAGON’S DESIRE 
An ancient dragon sends a loyal knight on a quest to find a virgin to ease his curse. Who knew a virgin would be so hard to find?


 To learn more about the Allure Authors please visit http://www.allureauthors.com/



For other great Saturday Snippets try these:

Lauren Dane
Anne Rainey
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Selena Blake
Taige Crenshaw
Vivian Arend
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
Shelli Stevens
Lacey Savage
Selena Robins