Warning: adult themes may be present.
Eternal Press is releasing eight new titles for October.
Here’s info, excerpts and blurbs for your enjoyment:
*A Fine Cauldron of Fish*
By Cornelia Amiri
Paranormal Romantic Comedy, 18,300 words
Heat rating: 2 flames
It’s summer on the Isle of Man an Andrew is looking for hot girls and good times. So when he meets the dreamy and seductive Margaid, he thinks he’s hit the jackpot. There are only a couple of minor problems: Margaid lives in a cave under the sea, is invisible, and thinks that only Andrew’s blood can save her from turning into a kelpie! But hey, whoever said love was perfect!?
Before Margaid could answer, the guy shook his head at Andrew. “It’s okay. You can keep my shirt. Although I don’t know how you’re holding it when your arm’s about four inches away from it, but hey, I’m sure I simply had too much to drink. Keep it, that’s fine.”
“What? No, I don’t want your shirt. Margaid, well she thought I wanted it, but—“
“No, don’t let him go.” Margaid shook her red head. “You do want his shirt. And you need his pants, too.”
Before Andrew knew what was happening, she shoved the shirt into his arms. Then she turned back to the quaking man and grabbed hold of his waist.
“Oh, no, Margaid, don’t do it.” The moment Andrew yelled out, he knew she wasn’t going to listen. He watched in utter horror as she unsnapped the poor man’s jeans, yanked down his zipper, and slid his pants all the way to his ankles. Damn, I’m glad he’s wearing underwear. Black boxers with writing all over them. What does that say? Andrew read aloud, “B is for big.”
*Beltane* By Erin O’Riordan
Fantasy/Paranormal, 65,500 words
Heat rating: 4 flames
Twin sisters Allie and Zen have always shared everything: including an unconventional upbringing at Pagan Spirits Farms. They even fall in love at the same time. Pagan priestess Allie thinks she’s met the man of her dreams in her buttoned-down lawyer fiancé, Paul Phillip. But is he everything he seems?
Zen, a witch gifted with the sixth sense, falls for Orlando. But there’s a catch: Orlando is married to someone else. As the celebration of Beltane nears, the sisters seem destined to be unlucky in love. But the Goddess moves in mysterious ways, and May Day may turn out to be magic for them after all.
“I had an early board meeting yesterday morning, and I’ll have another one this morning. It’s the end of our fiscal year.” Orlando said.
Zen raised her wine glass. “Happy New Year, then.”
Orlando smiled. “How about you? Got a boyfriend? Any kids?”
“No boyfriend. And the closest thing I’ve got to a kid is Gillian. I’m sure I’ll get around to having kids one of these days. I’ve got time, I’m only twenty-three.”
“Please don’t take this the wrong way, but you seem older,” he said. Zen frowned, so he explained. “I don’t mean you look older. I mean you seem more mature. Wiser, maybe.”
“I don’t know about that,” Zen replied. Orlando didn’t say anything, so she kissed him. She breathed in the soft floral scent of his aftershave.
Orlando was very still at first. Zen wondered if she’d made a mistake, or if he didn’t like the way she kissed. She looked into his eyes, looking for some clue. As she did, Orlando leaned in and caught her lower lip between his lips. He’d been a little shy, but now he wanted to show her what he knew. To Zen’s great delight, he knew what to do with his tongue.
*In the Wee Small Hours* by Clare London
GLBT — M/M – Romance, 5,100 words
Heat rating: 2 flames
In the small hours of the morning, on opposite sides of town, Jake and Matty each seek a shoulder to cry on after a fierce argument. But when their long-suffering listeners have had enough, it’s time for the guys to realize where they’ve gone wrong.
“I miss him so bad,” he said, softly. “I just chatter on and on because I’m worried I don’t understand what he’s thinking; what he wants. I don’t know what to do that’s going to be right. I need to know that—and I thought he’d understand. But how can I go back, after I ran out on him like that, after what I said?”
The king was suddenly tired of this audience. He had other matters on his mind, notably what to eat for his own supper, and what the approaching dawn would bring in the way of dangerous adventure. “Seek him out,” he said, dismissively. “Send word. It is never too late.”
The young man had something cradled in his palm—a strange, rectangular object with a glowing panel where words could be entered by use of the buttons. The king had seen these in the hands of other, less friendly people, and he believed they were for communication. Something from the ancient world, yet reliable enough for their purpose. “Your life is too short to waste,” he said, sternly.
*Witch’s Moon* By Tabitha Shay
Paranormal Romance, 71,000 words
Heat rating: 3 flames
Ru-Noc: A magical world teetering on the edge of destruction.
Excited about her first Beltane, the feisty and strong-willed Princess of Ru-Noc makes plans to find her ideal mate. But Princess Kali’s world is turned upside down when finds herself whisked away and trapped in the mortal realm of vampires.
Captain Koran T knows he’s in serious trouble when the King of Ru-Noc orders him to kidnap Princess Kali. He’s no different than any other male of his species at mating time, so the urge to breed Kali is strong. But Koran T has a dark secret of his own, one that could have him banished from the coven.
Fall under the spell of a Witch’s Moon—when dark forces gather to threaten the very existence of Ru-Noc—and Princess Kali and Captain Koran cross swords in a fierce battle only a witch can win!
Kali caught her breath as Koran suddenly leaned close to her and snapped, “Stop looking at me like that.”
She blinked, jarred back to her surroundings by his sharp tone. “How am I looking at you, Captain?”
Kali caught herself on the verge of clutching her run-away heart. Gods, his scent assailed her senses. Heat curled in her stomach in a tangled knot. She clenched her thighs and tried desperately to ignore the dampness that pooled there.
“Like you want my mouth all over you.” He skimmed his gaze over her breasts, lingering on the stabbing buds of her nipples. His eyes flickered. He shifted his gaze to her mouth. “Is that your desire, Princess? You want my mouth on you? Everywhere?”
*Luminari* by Kim McDougall
Paranormal Romance/Timeslip, 7,100 words
Heat rating: 2 flames
Devon loves Rosalie more than life itself, even though he knows that her life will extend far beyond his mortal one. But though they share their nights together in passion, they have never been able to spend a single moment together in the sun. Until now. Devon has learned of a powerful substance that can give Rosalie the gift of sunlight. But will he be able to pay the high price that the powerful Vampire in control of this drug will ask?
“You mean…you aren’t going to bite me?”
Xavier laughed as he swabbed Devon’s wrist with alcohol.
“Frankly, mortal, you’re not my type.”
Devon thought of Rosalie wrapped around his waist, her teeth buried deep in his throat, and he blushed.
Of course, Xavier would not bite him.
He felt a pinch on his wrist, and a coldness swept up his arm into his head. He didn’t even feel the blade that slit his vein.
“Don’t move,” said Xavier. Devon looked down and wished he hadn’t. A steel bowl caught blood as it drained from his arm. He swooned and fell back against the cushions.
“Easy,” said Xavier. “If you faint now, how will I know when you’ve had enough? Review
*Bloody Murder* by Carol Shenold
Paranormal Mystery, 62,000 words
Heat rating: 2 flames
Event planner Tali Cates’s psychic gifts have brought her more than enough trouble in the past. She wants those irksome gifts to leave her in peace so she can support her family and lead a normal life in the small of Love, Texas.
But when not one, but two beauty contestants in the pageant she’s running turn up dead, Tali is again drawn into murder and mayhem. Toss in some witchcraft and kidnapping, and she has no choice but to protect her kids by hunting down the killer. Life gets even more complicated when her son accuses her new boyfriend of being a vampire, which is just plain ridiculous.
Or is it?
Screams shrilled from the dressing room area, not the carnival. What else could go wrong with this damned county fair contest I was in charge of? I shivered, and it wasn’t from the cooler evening air. What now? I ran toward the dressing room, reaching the door in time to be trampled by Theresa, who was shrieking and carrying her daughter, Charlice.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God. My baby, my poor baby.” She finally took a breath and sat down on the ground. “It’s dead, it has to be. I don’t know what it is.” Theresa was one of the pageant contestant mothers.
From the way she was reacting, you’d think her child was dead, not struggling against her mother’s tight grip.
I picked myself up from the cement stage, ignoring my scraped knee. Charlice buried her head in her mother’s neck.
I went into the empty dressing room Theresa had opened. She had been anxious her daughter wouldn’t have enough mirror space to get ready for the talent competition.
Marcia Baker lay on the floor, or at least someone in Marcia’s clothes. The body looked like a mummy, not Marcia. It was as if something had removed all moisture from her. All I could think of was poor Marcia, poor Kimmie—who was one of the Queen Contest competitors. She would be without a mother.
I couldn’t catch my breath. My heart stuttered. I staggered out of the room, touching nothing. My cell phone rang. I fumbled it out of my jeans, swallowing several times before I could talk. It was Mumsie, my mother.
“What’s going on, Tali? Chung Po is beside himself. He says he can’t see anything but darkness.”
“Tell your stupid spirit guide to go into the light. Get off the phone and call JT. I have a dead body here in the dressing room.”
“Just go call.” I hung up and threw myself behind a hay bale to be sick. It was déjà vu all over again.
*French Kiss* By Sloane Taylor
Contemporary Erotica , 15,000 words
Heat rating: 4 flames
Straight-laced children’s author, Rachel Conklin, awakens on a deserted island wrapped in the arms of a sexy pirate. Convinced she’s in a dream conjured from the pages of her breakout novel, Rachel casts her inhibitions to the wind and rides the waves of passion.
Pediatrician Henri Bernier wasn’t quite sure what to do with the sexy mermaid he’d pulled from the sea. Then she started kissing him and sent his libido soaring. Now the good doctor is ready for anything.
Warm tingles started in her belly, pooling low in her abdomen, a sensation she’d long missed. His lips were strong, supple, working her own apart. She glided her tongue along the seam of his mouth, loving the salty taste and the rasp of his beard on her bruised face. Moisture filled her panties, making her alive and wanting more. She laced an arm around the broad shoulders leaning over her, curling her fingers in his long silky hair.
Her nipples puckered more with each stroke as he glided his hand along her spine, continuing lower over the curve of her ass to her thigh. Wet sand greeted her when he smoothly rolled them over. Her legs parted, welcoming her secret pirate. Nope, make that swashbuckler. More romantic.
Shivers raced through her and he held her closer. His body heat, a beautiful thing, shrouded them. Her breasts grew heavier, straining against her shirt, with his solid erection pressing into her. She wiggled closer, needing to feel him inside her.
Indistinguishable sounds filled her ears, forgotten lyrics from an old sweet love song. She wanted to remember, but not enough to give up her fantasy man and the erotic glow of mystery sex.
*Shadow on the Crystal* By Brittany Kingston
Paranormal, Vampire, Supernatural, Mild Horror, 6,200 words
Heat rating: 1 flame
For years, Whisper has hunted his archenemy, the vampire, Santez de Aragon. Whisper intends to kill the vile murderer and put an end to his evil ways once and for all. Katherine Browning finds herself attracted to the tall, handsome Gypsy who wards off the unwelcome attentions of her brother’s tutor.
But soon she discovers that Whisper is not what he appears to be…
Whisper tightened his grip on his sword. “I will never be like you.”
Santez circled their tight arena. “You are me. Do not deny you lust for blood the same way I do. You crave it. You take it wherever you can. You can’t get enough of it.” His eyes, like embers, ignited when his gaze came to rest on the frightened face of the girl. “So much the sweeter when virginal, no?” His stare challenged Whisper. “Deny that you want to drink her blood. Deny that you want it so bad you can already taste it.” Whisper glanced at Katherine. The haunted gaze that caught at the edge of his vision sent a chill up his spine.
“Whisper?” Katherine took a step backwards.
Santez laughed. “Tell her what you are, gypsy.”
“Enough, Santez! Your quarrel is with me.” He lunged forward swinging the sword, but Santez moved quicker. By the time the six-span blade had completed its arc, Whisper found Santez between himself and Katherine.
Nothing would have pleased Santez more than to have seized the girl and taken her right in front of Whisper, but the gypsy demanded all his concentration, and the girl slipped beyond his reach. He snarled, half crouching, ready to spring. “I should have made you wholly a vampire when I had the chance.”