Dragon’s Rogue by Anastasia Wilde

Dragon’s Rogue
Wild Dragons
Book One
Anastasia Wilde

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Date of Publication: April 29, 2018
ISBN: 978-1717480088
Word Count: 83,000
Cover Artist: Melody Simmons
Tagline: He’s loved her in his dreams for a hundred years. Now he’s finally found her, and he’ll do anything to make her is own…

Book Description:
The evil Dragon Lord Vyrkos is about to rise from captivity in a devastating volcanic eruption. Only the Greystone brothers can stop him—and only if they find the three women who hold the keys to sealing Vyrkos’ tomb forever.
Blaze McKenna is a witch hiding out from her former coven. After stealing their most powerful artifact to keep them from destroying themselves, she’s been preparing for the day when the coven leader will hunt her down and try to take it back.
A battle that only one of them will walk away from.
So when smoking hot dragon shifter Zane Greystone offers to help her fight the coven in return for her handing over one of the Seals to Vyrkos’ tomb, it sounds like the perfect plan—except for two problems.
She doesn’t know where the Seal is.
And the dragon doesn’t just want her help—he wants her heart, body and soul.
Dragon’s Rogue is the first book in Anastasia Wilde’s epic new trilogy, Wild Dragons. Each book features one couple, hot steamy dragon love, HEA, no cliffhangers!
Rated steamy – contains explicit sex but not erotica
2 (Sexy)
He ran his
finger lightly up the inside her forearm. Her skin quivered at his touch. “My
search brought me to you. The woman of my dreams.”
Blaze started
losing her breath again. “The woman from your dreams,” she managed. “There’s a
“Not to me.” He
ran his finger up her forearm again, watching her reaction. “Especially if you
knew what I dreamed about.”
She did know
what he dreamed about. She’d seen it in her mind when he kissed her. And it was
“They were
dreams,” she said. “You don’t know anything about me.”
But that was a
lie. She felt like they did know each other. The way his eyes seemed both
familiar and strange, and the look of desire and longing in them did too. Like
she’d seen that look so many times, and it still felt new every time, still
could pull the breath from her lungs and make her pulse pound.
“No?” he said.
His voice was soft, his fingers warm as they stroked her arm. “I know how your
eyes look when you’re happy, and the way they look when you’re sad. I know how
your face lights up with joy when you smile from your heart.”
He slid closer
to her, and moved his hand slowly to the hollow of her right shoulder. “You
have a beauty mark right… there.”
He touched it on
the outside of her shirt, and still she shivered as if he were touching bare
skin. Slowly, he slid the scoop neck of her t-shirt away, exposing her
shoulder. He smiled when he saw the mole right where he’d said it would be,
where he couldn’t possibly know it was.
He bent his head
and kissed it. His lips were soft and warm and sent little flames across her
collarbone and down into her core.
“And you have
another beauty mark… here.”
This time, his
hand moved to her belly, a few inches above her left hip. He slid his fingers
underneath the hem of her t-shirt, it until her other mole was exposed. He slid
off the couch onto his knees and dipped his head, kissing that place softly as
well. Blaze melted, her hands sliding across his shoulders to cradle the back
of his head.
The touch of his
lips was like a drug. Her whole body yearned for him, like a flower turning
toward the sun. He continued to kiss her belly, lips feather-light, fingers
skimming the top of her jeans.
Blaze heard
herself make a soft sound of surrender. She’d been strong for so long; she’d
been alone for so long. Holding everyone at arm’s length, not daring to get
close to anyone.
Zane pulled her
to him, so that he was kneeling and she was sitting on the couch, straddling
his hips. He slid his hands under the hem of her t-shirt, raising it slightly,
his eyes meeting hers, asking the question. She raised her hands to let him
take it off her. His face relaxed into a smile, and he pulled it up and tossed
it aside, the smile deepening when her hair cascaded down her back.
“I’ve always
loved your hair,” he murmured into her ear, holding her against him and twining
his fingers through it. “It’s even more beautiful than I dreamed.”
It was so
strange, that he had memories she didn’t have. But somehow it made her trust
him. It was as if her body remembered his touch, even if her mind didn’t.
His lips touched
her collarbone, the hollow of her neck, the sensitive place under her ear. Then
they found hers, and she opened to him, loving the way he tasted, the way he
felt, the way his scent filled her until she wanted to crawl inside his skin.
He unhooked her
bra and tossed that aside, giving a low growl of pleasure when her breasts fell
free. He cupped them in his warm hands, kissing first one and then the other,
over and over, like he couldn’t get enough. Her nipples were hard and
sensitive, and heat pooled between her legs.
Somehow his
shirt had disappeared without her touching it, and his chest was warm under her
hands. He gave another sexy growl when she ran her hands over his muscular
shoulders, dropped one to his washboard abs.
He had narrowed
his focus to one breast, licking and sucking, pulling gently on her nipple with
his teeth as he palmed the other, skimming over the sensitive skin, teasing it
Blaze arched
back to let him play with her breasts. Zane snaked one arm around her and
pulled her hips closer, her stomach against his taut abs, his hot, hard shaft
straining through his jeans, tight against her core.
Oh, god. Blaze
moaned, lost in the feel of him. His mouth still sucked at her nipple, stroking
it with his tongue, rolling his hips in rhythm. She spread her legs further and
rocked against him, gasping when his thick cock hit her in the perfect spot.
One of his hands
had slid down the back of her jeans, inside her panties to her bare ass. He
pulled her closer with a growl, capturing her lips again and rolling his hips,
hitting her sweet spot over and over again.
Blaze felt like
she’d caught fire. “I want to touch you,” she murmured, reaching for the front
of his jeans. “I want you to touch me.”
A grin curved
his lips, and his pants were just suddenly… gone.

Holy hell. Best.
Magic. Ever.

About the Author:
Anastasia Wilde lives in the deep forests of the Pacific Northwest, where sexy shifters may or may not be found hiding among the tall, ancient trees. She loves to write paranormal romances about wild, passionate shifter men and the strong women who are destined to win their hearts. Broken, complicated, devoted, protective—love heals their wounds and smooths their rough edges (but not too much!). When not writing, Anastasia enjoys traveling, nomming on any food involving bacon or melty cheese (ideally both), adding to her magical crystal collection, or relaxing with a glass of wine, watching the sun set behind the mountains.
Twitter: @AnaWildeAuthor

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A Dark(ish) Faerie Tale by Candace Blevins


A Dark(ish) Faerie Tale
Book One
Candace Blevins
Genre: Dark Fantasy, Fairy Tales, Romance
Publisher: Kaleidowords Publishing
Date of Publication:  April 20, 2018
ISBN:  9781386590101
Number of pages: 133
Word Count:  36,000 words
Cover Artist:   Willsin Rowe
Book Description:
Because you’re never too old for Faerie Tales…
Halflings born in the human realm can stay if they can pass for human, but a baby with bright red and yellow hair, pointed ears, glowing green eyes, and swirled purple and green nails had to be relocated. With no family in Faerie to claim her, the newborn was auctioned off as a slave.
In Faerie, slaves are property with no rights. The baby is now an adult, and has been given in tribute to The Winter Queen.
Queen Mab has worked hard to make everyone in Faerie fear her, but her new pleasure slave enjoys the kiss of her whip. Can the Dark Queen have a tender side? The Dragon King once loved her, after all, so there has to be more to her than the evil, ruthless queen we’ve seen so far.
Climb aboard and experience the best and worst the Winter Queen can dish out.
Slave is book one in the Dark(ish) Faerie Tale quadrilogy. The series takes place within the greater Kirstin O’Shea universe, but can be read without being familiar with the other books and series.

Chapter One
Queen Mab
For every
season, there are positives and negatives. Today is the summer solstice, and
I’m miserable in the heat. Plus, my sister is Queen of Faerie during the
From here on
out, the days will grow shorter, and the time of my reign draws nearer. Come
the fall equinox, I’ll be the ruling Queen once more, and my days will be
filled with the duties of running the queendom.
However, for the
time being, I had the luxury of spending all the time I wanted in my dungeons,
and I was fully taking advantage of the long days — there are so many people to
torture and play with in the bowels of my castle.
I’d acquired the
former Eagle King as a result of a horse trade a while back, and was still
having great fun with him, but I’d been informed we had a new pleasure slave —
paid to me in tribute by a wealthy businessman — and she’d been put into a
holding room so I could personally handle her intake process.
Prisoners are
fun to punish, but the rare pleasure slave who’s been trained to enjoy torture
is a special treat. I’d seen the paperwork on this girl, and based on her
previous owners and trainers, I had hopes she might prove a nice diversion.
I was informed
she seemed a nervous wreck, so I went to the holding room instead of having her
brought to the throne room. I brought another slave with me, one who’d record
the new slave’s answers and any notes I wanted put into the girl’s file.
Contrary to what
most probably think of the Wicked Winter Queen, I don’t make a habit of abusing
my slaves just because I can. I’d whipped this particular stenographer slave
once when she was rude to a business associate, and I’d assigned her to
dishwashing duty in the kitchens for a month when she zoned off while on the
job, but the girl’s been with me nearly fifteen years and those are the only
two times she’s been punished.
My first view of
the new little pleasure slave sent tingles through my magic. She was a little
slip of a thing and strikingly beautiful. Someone had put her into my preferred
inspection pose — feet a little wider than shoulder width, perfect posture,
eyes straight ahead, fingers laced at the back of her head. She still held it
beautifully, and her arms didn’t appear to be shaking.
Some slaves hold
their position when I enter, but most prostrate themselves. Neither choice
earns reprimand or punishment at this stage, but I was intrigued she’d chosen
to follow orders over protocol.
Whether she’d
been naked when she arrived or had been stripped to nothing by my guards, I
didn’t know. I wasn’t certain of her most recent owner’s slave protocols for
travel, but the Master he purchased her from wouldn’t have permitted clothing
at any time, nor would her original owner, where she was raised and trained.
I walked in a
circle around her, observing. She didn’t break posture. Didn’t move a
millimeter, other than to breathe. Her nails were swirled purple and green, her
red hair had streaks of gold, and her eyes practically glowed green. I circled
her a few more times, and noted her toenails matched her fingernails. I’d need
to double-check to be sure the familial searches had been done.
My new slave had
enough muscle I knew she’d be able to handle what I doled out, but was soft
enough she’d still be fun to play with. I couldn’t wait to see her flawless
white ass with streaks of red from a strap, and then dotted with smaller
streaks from a flogger. However, she was too thin for my tastes, and I made a
mental note to check later to see if this was her natural size, or whether her
food intake had been severely restricted.
“What’s your
A deeper breath,
so she’d have enough air to speak, but she answered quickly, her eyes still
straight ahead without looking at me. “My original owner called me
seven-sixty-three, Ma’am. The Master I just came from called me little one.”
Before I slapped
the shit out of the girl for her impertinence, I asked, “Do you know who I am?”
“No, Ma’am?”

Her voice
wavered and her arms finally shook a little. The poor thing was scared
shitless, and I was about to terrify her even more, whether I wanted to or not.
I softened my voice and said, “You address me as my Queen or Your Majesty,
Little One.”


A Dark(ish) Faerie Tale
Book Two
Candace Blevins
Genre: Dark Fantasy, Fairy Tales, Romance
Publisher: Kaleidowords Publishing
Date of Publication: April 27
ISBN: 9781386120636
Number of pages: 204
Word Count: 56,000 words
Cover Artist: Willsin Rowe
Book Description:
Even the Dark Queen can’t change destiny.
Tabitha has so much to learn about living with a family, and she makes her grandfather and cousins terribly uncomfortable when she doesn’t fit in. She was punished for looking free people in the eyes all her life, so it’s understandable she has trouble learning to maintain eye contact. And making decisions is impossible — from what she wants for breakfast, to when she’s tired enough for bed, and everything in between.
Her grandfather’s horses don’t judge, and working with them finally helps her begin to find a path towards figuring out this new life, where clothes must be worn all day, every day.
Just when she’s resigned herself to this life and is certain she’ll never enjoy sex again, an invitation arrives to attend one of the Winter Queen’s balls — along with a fancy gown that raises more questions than answers.
Lady is book two in the Dark(ish) Faerie Tale quadrilogy, and should be read in the correct order.


A Dark(ish) Faerie Tale
Book Three
Candace Blevins
Genre: Dark Fantasy, Fairy Tales, Romance
Publisher: Kaleidowords Publishing
Date of Publication:  May 11, 2018

ISBN: 9781386309246

Number of pages: 190
Word Count: 50,000

Cover Artist: Willsin Rowe
Book Description:
We don’t get to choose our lives, we only get to live them as they’re handed to us.
Mab wanted Tabby to get comfortable with life at the castle before being stressed with the responsibilities of Consort, but Prince Rowan’s timetable means some decisions must be made sooner rather than later.
Mab’s a rip-the-bandage-off kind of Queen, which means Tabby and Rowan aren’t in for an easy time.
Most people are terrified when they find themselves at the mercy of The Dark Queen.
Consort is book three in the Dark(ish) Faerie Tale quadrilogy, and should be read in the correct order.


A Dark(ish) Faerie Tale
Book Four
Candace Blevins
Genre: Dark Fantasy, Fairy Tales, Romance
Publisher: Kaleidowords Publishing
Date of Publication: May 25, 2018
ISBN: 9781386175698
ASIN: B07C5B5344

Number of pages: 160
Word Count: 43,000

Cover Artist: Willsin Rowe
Book Description:
Life can take some complicated paths to get you where you need to be.
Prince Rowan can’t live in Mab’s castle forever. If he has any chance of holding onto his title and one day being King, he’ll need a wife and heirs, and he’ll have to live in his own castle, in his own demesne.
Mab is finally confident of her place in Tabby’s heart, so she isn’t jealous of the pain and sorrow her little one feels at the loss of Rowan.
It’s up to Mab and Rowan to find a way to hold their threesome together despite the political minefields in their way. Can they do it by making it a foursome?
Princess Tabitha has been slave, Lady, and Consort. She never wanted more, but sometimes destiny makes your choices for you.
Don’t miss the exciting conclusion to Tabby’s story!
Queen is book four in the Dark(ish) Faerie Tale quadrilogy, and should be read in the correct order.
About the Author:
Candace Blevins has published more than thirty-five books. She lives with her husband of twenty years and their two daughters. When not working or driving young teens all over the place, she can be found reading, writing, meditating, or swimming. The family’s beloved, goofy, retired racing greyhound is usually at her side as she writes, quietly keeping her company.
Candace writes Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Contemporary BDSM Romance, and a kick-ass Motorcycle Club series.
Her urban fantasy series, Only Human, gives us a world where weredragons, werewolves, werelions, three different species of vampires, and a variety of other mythological beings exist.
Candace’s two paranormal romance series, The Chattanooga Supernaturals and The Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club, are both sister series to the Only Human series, and give some secondary characters their happily ever after. 
Her contemporary Safeword series gives us characters who happen to have some extreme kinks. Relationships can be difficult enough without throwing power exchange into the mix, and her books show characters who care enough about each other to fight to make the relationship work. Each couple in the Safeword series gives the reader a different take on the lifestyle. 
You can visit Candace on the web at candaceblevins.com and feel free to friend her on Facebook at facebook.com/candacesblevins and Goodreads at goodreads.com/CandaceBlevins. You can also join facebook.com/groups/CandacesKinksters to get sneak peeks into what she’s writing now, images that inspire her, and the occasional juicy teaser. 
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Homecoming by Jennifer Allis Provost


Book Three
Jennifer Allis Provost
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Bellatrix Press
Date of Publication: July 17, 2018
Number of pages: 300
Word Count: 75k
Cover Artist: Deranged Doctor Design
Tagline: Who wields the power behind the Wild Court?
Book Description:
After months of dealing with gods and monsters in New York, Karina and Robert return to their cottage in Scotland. Chris makes the move as well to start fresh with his girlfriend, Anya—but when they arrive Anya isn’t there. He tracks her down at the pub where her mother, Beira, works, and finds out that Beria’s been holding a grudge against his family for the past few hundred years. Since Beira’s the Cailleach Bheur— the Celtic Queen of Winter—her grudges are a rather big deal.
While Chris deals with Beira, Karina and Robert learn that when Robert was freed from the Minster’s Pine Karina inadvertently left a portal to Elphame open. Now Doon Hill is covered in fairies who are organizing themselves into a new court free of Seelie rule, akin to the Wild Fae of old. What’s worse, Karina’s long-lost uncle appears to be organizing this new court.
Karina closes the door to Elphame, but that only angers the unseen powers behind the fledgling Wild Court, forcing her and Robert to forge alliances with those who’d been their enemies not so long ago. Who can Karina and her gallowglass trust, and who is only out to deceive them?

About the Author:

Jennifer Allis Provost writes books about faeries, orcs and elves. Zombies too. She grew up in the wilds of Western Massachusetts and had read every book in the local library by age twelve. (It was a small library). An early love of mythology and folklore led to her epic fantasy series, The Chronicles of Parthalan, and her day job as a cubicle monkey helped shape her urban fantasy, Copper Girl. When she’s not writing about things that go bump in the night (and sometimes during the day) she’s working on her MFA in Creative Nonfiction.