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When a Dark coven enchants the victims into sexual obedience, all hell breaks loose – literally.

Hope Wigfield has billions in the bank, a genius-level IQ, and a stubborn streak a mile, wide. What she doesn’t have is a belief in magic. But when she’s abducted, stripped, and caged at a dark coven’s slave auction, the monsters of her nightmares become terrifyingly real…

Enter Flynn Hemsworth. Former military captain, survivor of horrific experiments, and host to a blood-hungry dragon demon. He buys Hope to save her, but his inner beast demands he claim her forever. Flynn is dangerous, dominant, and the sexiest man Hope has ever met.

When they uncover the coven master’s plot to use harvested demon blood to launch a nuclear strike, Hope and Flynn are thrust into a deadly race against time. The only way to survive is to unlock the dormant magic burning in Hope’s blood—a power that can only be unleashed through absolute, breathless surrender to the dragon who calls her mate.

Publisher’s Note: Dark Fire and Diamonds includes explicit sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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He’d love and dominate her until her defenses splintered into a million pieces. A small smile played over his lips. He’d enjoy this, although he couldn’t say the same for his soulmate. After selecting a paddle—one coated in dimpled rubber like a table tennis bat—he smacked it against her backside. Her surprised yelp delighted his demon. Claim her. Burn her. Do it now.

He loved how his paddle left a tiny checkerboard pattern on her ass. Another resounding slap, and momentum lifted her feet off the ground. As she swung in her bonds, she let out a needy moan as she swung from her cuffs. The tops of her legs glistened as her cum spilled onto them. Eyes glazed, she struggled to stay on her feet. Another thwack of his paddle against her bare bottom, and her head fell forward. “We shouldn’t. We mustn’t, but oh god, Flynn, don’t stop. I want. I need.”

Her voice turned softer, edged with submission and desire. Flynn could tease and torment her like this forever, but back in the huge cavern where Montgomery once kept the demons prisoner, William lay dying. Desperate to release her magic, the demon coiled around his soul screamed, Bite her. Burn her. Make her ours.

He loved seeing the patchwork of red squares on her slender behind, but burning her was a step too far. And as for the biting—forget it. Wolf demons came with fangs. Dragon demons came with fire.

He stroked his fingers through her pussy, found her clit, and toyed with it until she trembled and begged for more. “Don’t stop. I need your cock thrusting inside me. Stop teasing and screw me. Please.”

“Such a demanding little girl.” He ran his tongue down her jugular vein and inhaled her sweet toffee apple essence. Here, in this borrowed BDSM playroom, her soft, submissive moans thrilled him. Unable to resist her, he nuzzled her neck. “Mine. My soulmate.”

She breathed out with a sob. “Yes. Yours.”

Naked, balanced on tiptoe, arms chained overhead, feet pushed wide by the spreader bar, she tried to ride his fingers. His body burned for her. He’d never needed a woman the way he needed Hope. Without her to soothe his dragon’s murderous soul, it would unleash death and destruction on the world. He wasn’t sure he cared enough to stop it.

He needed to claim her and free her magical energy—and since William’s life depended on it—he needed to do it fast. Dropping his paddle, he moved in front of her and pumped two fingers in and out of her pussy.

The way she met him thrust on thrust, always taking him deeper, sent his sex drive into overload. Replacing his fingers with his cock, his pumped so deep inside her, he didn’t know where he finished and she began. His demon purred with delight, and for once, so did he. When she clenched her pussy around him, his dragon shrieked with delight. Ours. Only ever ours.

He came with a yell. Sperm shot from his cock, filling her pussy, mingling with her sweet cum and flooding her inner thighs. He stroked her hand and her back as he waited for her powers to manifest. But they didn’t.

Determined to push things to her limits, he thrust his middle finger into her tight bottom hole. “I don’t… I can’t… Oh God, that’s so wicked, but it feels so good. I need you so much, but Gramps…”

Her muscles turned to jelly as he pumped his finger in and out of her. Then he thrust another finger inside her.

“That’s too much. It burns, but in a good way. Flynn, your cock will never fit in there.”

He bit gently on her earlobe. “I’m claiming this tight little rosebud entrance of yours before you leave this room. Then you’re mine completely.”

About Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie lives by the beach and loses track of time when she writes. Her days are full of dashing regency rakes, former soldiers so handsome they make her drool, and the sexiest werewolves ever. The odd vampire makes it in there too, but when he does, he’s drop dead gorgeous. And now the world’s sexiest dragon has crept onto the listtag.

Her pet hates are unhappy endings and cliff hangers. She guarantees you won’t find either in her books. Her books sizzle with sensual heat, but story always comes before sex. Even when part of a series, her books are always as stand-alone.

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Breathe - A Soul's Caress Book 1 - LGBTQ+ Paranormal Romantic Murder Mystery - and a Giveaway #Romance #LGBTQ+ #Paranormal #MurderMystery #Giveaway

Camelia Bennett is here to tell us about Breathe, A Soul's Caress book 1, LGBTQ+ paranormal romantic murder mystery.

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A gifted psychic, tormented by a serial killer who has the key to his mind, finds hope in a talented detective with a tortured past. Together, they will learn what it means to trust again and fall into a love they never thought they deserved.

Breathe

A Soul’s Caress Book 1

by Camelia Bennett

Genre: LGBTQ+ Paranormal Romantic Murder Mystery

Zayne Matthews is looking for someone to save him. His visions of a serial killer are pulling him deeper into a world of darkness he no longer has the strength to fight against. Detective Bodie Hale is looking for someone to save. His haunted past isolates him from the people who love and care about him, imprisoning his heart behind icy walls no one can break through.

But fate has plans for them. It will bring Bodie and Zayne together in a collision of emotions, forcing them to face their deepest fears. Their broken hearts will start to mend as they fight for a chance to have the one thing they thought they’d never find...LOVE.

And not just any love. A love brought to life through A Soul’s Caress.

 

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Bodie stood and offered his hand as if it was the most natural thing to do.

"Come on. The aquarium staff is going home for the night. I'll walk you back to your car."

Zayne cocked his head sarcastically. "You don’t think I can take care of myself, detective?"

“It’s not that.”

“Oh, I get it. Porter and Harris told you to keep an eye on me.”

“Actually, they told me the opposite.”

“Then why are you doing all this? I mean, the ice cream, the aquarium, escorting me to my car.”

Zayne took a step closer to the young man still holding his hand. A burst of heat erupted in his chest. His skin felt like it was on fire. The scent of sandalwood swirling around him tempted him to give in to the undeniable need coursing through his body. Unable to resist, Zayne leaned even closer to the sexy detective.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say this was our first date, Detective Hale.”

Bodie’s expression remained unchanged, but he couldn’t hide the lovely shade of pink that was now coloring the tips of his ears.

Zayne's thumb drew slow, seductive circles on the back of Bodie's hand. He daringly slipped his long, elegant fingers between Bodie’s until their palms touched. When their grip tightened with a natural ease, his heart stuttered as Bodie's breathing quickened. Their intimately joined hands sent the most exquisite tremors rushing through his body.

"What are you doing?" Bodie whispered, his voice ragged.

"I don't know. But it feels right. Doesn't it?"

Zayne’s heart thrashed wildly inside his tight chest as Bodie lifted his free hand and cupped the side of his face. He could feel the calloused skin tenderly cradle the smooth skin of his cheek. Giving in to his body’s demands, he closed his eyes and nuzzled into Bodie’s warm hand.

"Zayne…we…we can't."

Zayne’s eyes shot open. He wrenched his hand free and took three quick steps back.

"I-I-I'm so sorry! I don't know what I..."

Bodie turned, heading for the exit, his head hung low. "It…It’s fine. Come on. Follow me."

Zayne couldn’t see the detective’s face. But he could read Bodie’s body language loud and clear.

What the hell came over him? Of course, Bodie would be disgusted. He’s a man, for god’s sake! A damn hot man who, even if he was gay, would never be interested in Zayne.

This is crazy! I’m not even gay! I’m not. At least, I’m pretty sure I’m not. I’m just tired, lonely, and fucking horny. I can’t even remember the last time I got laid. This is ridiculous. How am I going to look him in the eye after this? He probably hates my guts. He’ll probably tell the captain he can’t work with me anymore. Whatever. I didn’t want his help anyway.

“Are you coming?” Bodie asked.

But Zayne didn’t seem to hear him. He remained where he was, internally scolding himself for acting like a complete idiot. It wasn’t until he felt Bodie’s fingers threading through his that he snapped out of his bubble of self-loathing. He looked into the detective’s eyes, shocked to see a devilish satisfaction shadowed by a hint of hope in their golden depths.

“I’m not angry,” Bodie said softly, gently squeezing Zayne’s hand. “You’re tired and, just taking a guess here, hungry?”

Zayne nodded. Well, he may have read Bodie all wrong, but the detective knew exactly what he was feeling. It was nice—really nice—to finally be seen by someone. Granted, it was by a complete stranger, which was the damndest thing. Yet Bodie didn’t feel like a stranger. How was that possible? Had they met before?

“Alright then. We’ll stop for something on the way back to the station. But nothing greasy or spicy. You’ll have nightmares.”

Zayne gave Bodie a broken smile.

Oh, Detective Hale. You have no idea what a nightmare is. Trust me, junk food is the least of my worries.

Zayne could tell Bodie was trying to read his thoughts. The way a tiny wrinkle appeared between the detective’s brows and his pale eyes danced with questions had Zayne thinking hard about trusting this man with his secrets.

“Everything okay?” Bodie asked.

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

“Well then, follow me.”

Zayne shook his head casually. “Not until you answer my question.”

“What question?”

“The one I asked earlier.”

“Ohhh. The one about why I’m doing all of this. That one?”

Giving Bodie an annoyed smile, Zayne replied, “Yes, that one. I mean, you’re a detective sent here to catch a serial killer. Shouldn’t you be out looking for clues or arresting suspects instead of buying me food and taking me to see fish?”

A smile borne from honesty lifted the corners of Bodie’s lips. “What can I say? I enjoy taking care of you. I like to see you smile. You should do it more often. It’s sexy.”

Eyes wide and heart racing, Zayne gulped down the words taking shape on his tongue. Bodie’s answer caught him off guard and left him wondering if he was dreaming.

“Come on,” Bodie whined, tugging on Zayne’s hand. “I won’t let you down. I promise.”

Of that simple fact, Zayne was now convinced.

“Where are we going?”

“Do you trust me?”

Zayne looked into Bodie’s unrelenting gaze and answered from his heart.

“Absolutely.”

 

Soul Moon: First Encounter

Soul Moon Book 1

by Camelia Bennett

Genre: LGBTQ+ Urban Fantasy, Norse Mythology 

Caden Mitchell, a wolf shifter, thinks he’s on a mission to stop a deadly weapons exchange. What he finds instead is a pair of silver eyes and a body carved by sin. Erick Shaw is a struggling bartender whose scent has awakened Caden’s lonely heart and ignited a fire in his dying soul. Drawn together by an unknown and inexplicable familiarity, they will search for answers as to why humans want Erick dead and shifters wish to possess him.

Fate has brought them together for a reason. However, time is against them. Will Caden be able to save Erick from the people hunting him? Can Erick change his destiny and survive a horror none have been able to before?

Their hearts will be tempted, their bond tested. Yet, through it all, Caden and Erick will follow the longing in their souls back to the one their passion burns brightest for.

 

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Caden Mitchell wasn’t supposed to be here. It wasn’t supposed to be him sitting in this seedy strip club, avoiding the advances of women he had no interest in. Initially, his head of security had been assigned to this location. But, when they got a last-minute tip about an illegal shipment of drugs arriving tonight down at the harbor, Caden was forced to take the mission at the club while his associate followed the lead at the docks.

It really was the best plan. Unfortunately, now he’s the one stuck sitting here in this hell of overstimulation instead of the quiet of his condo, reading a good book while enjoying a cup of tea.

The flashing, colorful lights around him make his eyes hurt. The loud music, if you can even call it that, feeds the headache clawing at the front of his skull. The pungent smell of the filthy carpet, the ripped vinyl seats, and the smoky air all trigger waves of nausea that churn his empty stomach. Everything about this place reeks of desperation and sex.

From the moment he sat down over an hour ago, Caden has kept his head and eyes down. He can’t afford to draw attention to himself if he wants to complete his mission. However, as he catches the scent of someone new walking through the doors, his head lifts slightly so his sharp eyes can follow the man he was sent here to observe, possibly capture, but most likely, kill.

His senses heighten as he watches his target casually approach the bar and order a beer. The man dressed in a blue suit too expensive for this cheap club turns to scan the crowd cautiously. Caden quickly lowers his head again and casually takes the final sip of bourbon from his glass. A minute ticks by before he looks up to zero in on his target again.

But instead of finding his prey, Caden is met with a pair of striking gray eyes staring back at him with an arousing playfulness.

He can’t look away. Even though his breaths remain slow and even, his heart rate accelerates like a racehorse out of a starting gate. The blood in his veins burns like fire beneath his skin, yet he keeps his expression shrouded with disinterest. Heated shivers ripple outwards through his body as his eyes catch the faint, mischievous smile taking shape on the bartender’s perfectly bowed lips. When the owner of those mystifying silver eyes begins walking toward him, Caden’s grip on the empty glass in his hand tightens. 

Everything in the club fades to the background except for the man striding confidently to the small round table in the corner, where Caden waits, his sensitive ears listening to the steady beat of the bartender’s strong heart. His cobalt blue eyes catch every movement of the young man’s sinewy muscles beneath his black, skin-tight jeans and barely-there crimson red shirt. Everything about the bartender fascinates him. But it’s the innocent man’s scent that truly captivates him.

Caden has never smelled anything this heavenly before. The bartender’s fragrance is a potent blend of rosewood and sweat, compelling him to inhale deeply until he can taste it on his tongue. The combination is exhilarating, yet there’s something else subtly interwoven beneath it that draws him in like a siren’s song—something Caden believes he has smelled before but has been lost to him over time.

“What can I get you, handsome?” the bartender asks with a flirty tilt of his head.

Caden’s fingers itch to bury themselves in the man’s soft hair. The urge to pull on the strands at the root, baring the man’s neck to his teeth, has him clenching his jaw. He swallows stiffly as the bartender’s large, almond-shaped eyes openly travel up and down his body. They’re lined with endless rows of black lashes so thick that it gives the illusion that the young man is wearing eyeliner. It makes Caden want to see if the barkeep is as dangerous as he looks. His eyes drink in the young man’s bare arms, his mouth going dry when the sly minx of a man flexes his biceps. The bartender has veiled them, along with the sun-kissed flesh covering his exposed collarbones, with some sort of fine body glitter. The seductive man’s naked skin glistens with every breath he takes, every minute shift of his lean body, and all Caden wants to do is lick it off him. 

When I was young, I read books to escape the small town I grew up in. College, work, and family took me away from the stories I loved. But in 2020, when everyone was isolated, my youngest daughter introduced me to Japanese anime, and I fell into a hole I never want to leave. Fan fiction showed me that anyone can create stories and share them with the world. Three encouraging words from my best friend gave me the courage to write my first fan fiction later that year. Not long after, I completed the series, A Soul's Caress, my first original story but not my last. At 55, I now understand the meaning of George Eliot's quote, "It's never too late to be what you might have been.”

 

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He stepped closer. She didn’t give an inch either. They were wonderfully near, allowing her to indulge in the light brown flecks around his pupils. His fragrance surrounded her. She weakened. Damn, she yearned.

Months had passed since she’d been this aroused by a man. Radagar had been cute but too much of a Lothario and a dimwit. The others she’d known hadn’t been any better, taking what they wanted, leaving her heartbroken and lonely.

Gabe might prove the same, but his heat and big body still called to everything female within her.

He grew distracted then intense, possibly from the same carnal hunger she felt.

Time seemed to stop.

His breathing picked up.

So did hers.

Someone slammed into the wall behind them, grunted and swore, killing the magic.

Gabe looked past her and frowned. “What is going on here? And don’t you dare tell me regular therapy. The business license is for a behavior adjustment and grooming service, whatever that’s supposed to be.”

“We like to think of it as a finishing school for guys.” She smiled. “So many of you are rough around the edges. Wouldn’t you agree?”

He gave her a cop’s hard stare.

Her pussy got even wetter. She wondered if he liked using his handcuffs during bed play. If there was a God and She was female, Gabe did. “We’re simply trying to help guys suppress their uncivilized urges, like women have always been taught to do.” She stroked his forearm.

His Adam’s apple bobbed from his hard swallow. “That’s not what I’ve heard.”

She went hot, cold and hot again, terrified at what he meant. A client couldn’t have lodged a complaint with the cops and told the authorities there were vamps, weres, reapers and other paranormal beings here trying to suppress their beasts. It would be lunacy for them to expose their true natures to a mortal.

That only left the police department infiltrating this place with a supernatural who worked undercover, egged on by the Religious Right that saw conspiracies everywhere, even in Barbie dolls and McDonald’s Happy Meals.

She was afraid to know the truth but had to. “What have you heard?”

Gabe took in the sofa, the plants and glanced at the cabinet.

Before he got a good look at the photos, she cupped his head and turned his face to hers.

His eyes widened but he didn’t pull away. “What are you doing?”

What she shouldn’t, wanting him. His tight curls were a major distraction, the same as his rich mouth. She couldn’t breathe. “Nothing.”

She vaporized his memories concerning why he’d come here.

He blinked and looked at her questioningly.

What could she say, except sorry? She was for having played with his mind, but not for stroking his scalp.

His face went slack. He regarded her features and became lost in them.

Constance drank his in too, liking his looks. She felt comfortable with him, even though they didn’t know each other and never would. Sorrow hit deep in her stomach. Beneath the pain she longed for a good man. Someone she could count on who’d make each day a pleasure.

Wasn’t going to happen with him. They only had these moments. Her sadness returned. “You okay?”

He stared at her eyes and mouth. “Shouldn’t I be?”

As far as his memories were concerned, no. When it came to her touching him, she would have liked him to offer a resounding yes. “Absolutely. You’re good…way more than…”

Gabe edged closer, as a man does when he can’t help himself.

She couldn’t, either. Acting on pure instinct, she guided his mouth to hers.

 

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