Dreams of Thunder by Christian Cura


Dreams of Thunder
Dreams
Book Two
Christian Cura

Genre: urban fantasy
Date of Publication: 10.03.2020
Number of pages: 225
Word Count: 59,000

Cover Artist: Christian Cura

Tagline: And if you wrong her, shall she not revenge?

Book Description:

Magical outlaws roam free on the West Coast. The enforcers are stretched thin in their efforts to stem the tide of chaos.

The Council headquarters is on the brink of assault and the lives of the Council members hang in the balance.

At the center of it all, is Saba Qureshi, a woman scorned by the draconian measures of the Council. They executed her grandfather and robbed her family of their status and fortune.

Now Saba is coming for them, and she’s not alone…



Excerpt:

“Guys. We’ve just been spotted,” Kara called over their skirmish.

The bickering halted as the two women swiveled their heads, looking for the threat.

Four reptiles exploded out of an alley and scrambled across the brick facades as “Another One Bites the Dust” played in the background.

“Shit!” Selene shouted. She stomped on the gas pedal, but the jeep barely accelerated.

“The food is weighing us down!”

Nora intersected her fingers, spoke a magical word, and the food glowed with her purple energy. It lifted off the floor a few inches and the jeep sped up.

Wind blew through the open cabin while the demons gave chase.

Kara’s heart pounded as malevolent creatures glared at them from above.

Their muscular legs sprinted over the windows and ledges, their long tails whipping behind them.

Selene veered around a corner and the inertia knocked Kara into the door.

Another group of lizards emerged onto the street and scuttled after the jeep.

Kara unbuckled her seatbelt and stood up. Her clothes rippled in the wind and her golden hair lashed against her cheeks. A set of glowing knives appeared in her hands and burned like stars as the evening settled. She hurled a knife at the closest reptile and buried it in the demon’s eye.

The creature tumbled to the street and before it hit the ground, Kara struck down another. One of the demons took the lead on the right and pushed off the wall.

The lizard twisted its body and lunged at her with claws outstretched.

She gasped and ducked beneath it and watched as it flew over her head.

It landed on the opposite sidewalk and bounded after them. The creature dove for the jeep, but she pierced its throat with a dagger.

She ripped her knife free just as another demon dropped from the air and latched onto the vehicle.

Talons raked across Kara’s chest, and she cried out. She staggered backward and repelled it with a rippling shockwave.

Warm blood seeped through her sweater as she hurled a dagger at the falling demon and finished it off.

Glowing serpents leaped out of the front passenger seat and strangled two more lizards.

Kara struck down the last demon just as five more lizards scrambled around the corner.

She let her weapons dissolve and brought her hands together at her middle. She muttered a magical phrase as the wind drowned out her voice. Her center of power roared like a furnace and unleashed waves of fire that surged into her hands. A white ball of flame appeared between Kara’s palms and she pushed it forward, unleashing a steady stream of fire over the street.

The roofs of the buildings were instantly ablaze.

Demons were consumed by the flames and Kara watched as their fiery corpses tumbled through the air.


About the Author:

Christian Cura is a new author who just recently published his debut novel Dreams of Fire. Ever since he read Lord of the Rings as a teenager, it has been his dream to write and publish a novel of his own. His favorite authors include J.R.R. Tolkien, J.K. Rowling and Robert Jordan. Christian lives in Northern Virginia where he lifts weights at home and creates artwork. He is a Gryffindor, an Earth-bender, and a loyal follower of Optimus Prime. When he is not writing, he can be found drawing or getting beaten up at his MMA gym.









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Take 2 Happily Ever After: Twisted Versions of Your Favorite Fairy Tales by Elizabeth Black


Happily Ever After
Twisted Versions of Your Favorite Fairy Tales
Elizabeth Black

Genre: Erotica, Erotic Romance, LGBT
Publisher: Chained Hearts Publishing
Date of Publication: July 23, 2020
ASIN: B08DL1JL96
Number of pages: 205
Word Count: Appx. 65,000 words
Cover Artist: Chris Wallace

Tagline: In this series of twisted fairy tales you’ll learn about the steamy encounters the original writers left out. From a gay Pied Piper to Cinderella’s Sex Coach and even a wild encounter on a hunt for bigfoot, these stories reveal a wild side of your favorite fairy tale characters.

Book Description: 

Acclaimed author Elizabeth Black is back with a collection of steamy retellings of your favorite fairy tales, but beware, not every ending is a happy one! Reinventions of Cinderella, Thumbling, The Three Billy Goats Gruff, Snow White, Little Red Riding Hood, The Little Mermaid, The Pied Piper, Peter Pan, and The Shoemaker and the Elves round out this remarkable collection.

From a sexually frustrated Cinderella, to a troll with some very dirty riddles, we see fairy tales twisted and the secret sex lives of your favorite fairy tale characters revealed. Who would have guessed that the shoemaker and his wife were into BDSM, or that the fountain of youth could also change your gender?

Well written, carefully crafted, and super steamy, this is the ultimate collection of erotic fairy tales!


Excerpt – Call of the Piper

“Kiss me there once more.” Henry begged.

“Only if you let me fuck you again.”

“I won’t stop you.”

Henry Mountjoy stretched on his bed as the young man’s mouth wrapped around his engorged cock. He fisted the bed sheets, ready to burst for the second time that afternoon from the best mouth fucking he’d ever had. As that tongue flicked along his shaft, Henry arched his back, stirred by the expertise of his lover. Thin fingers fondled his balls, rolling them around like hacky sacks, and the man played Henry’s cock as if it were a skin flute. Stars burst behind his closed eyes, and his pulse beat hard in his throat. Every nerve on his body tingled with excitement.

No one had ever made love to him with such finesse, certainly none of the village women. No matter now nubile they appeared they stirred no passion in Henry yet he pretended to enjoy their ministrations only to keep his father at bay. He’d enjoyed secret trysts with an occasional butcher and even one veterinarian, but none had affected him the way this man had. The man who tended to his ache arrived in the town only three days earlier, but the instant attraction drove Henry mad until the fellow accosted him in a deserted room in the manor house.

“I want you inside me again.” Henry said.

“Of course, you do. Turn over.”

Fragrant oil dribbled down his ass, and within moments the man entered him; first just the tip until Henry adjusted to his girth, and then he slowly slid his entire cock inside. Henry craved the filled-up sensation from this man whose cock was so huge it threatened to cleave him in two. Henry had entertained all manner of pricks, but this man’s far surpassed the rest. Not only was he large, he knew what to do with it. After several swipes at his sweet spot deep inside, the build-up of arousal overwhelmed Henry, who shot his load all over the clean cotton sheets. His lover pounded hard, driving that stake home until he came with a cry. Warm cum dripped down Henry’s ass and cooled against his thighs. The young man rolled off Henry and took him in his arms, two becoming one in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

“Was it good?” The young man asked.

“What?”

“Your hearing is terrible. I asked ‘Was it good?'”

“Are you kidding? You’re incredible.”

He smiled. “I try.”

“So, when are you going to tell me your name? Even my father doesn’t know your name and he hired you to drive away the rats in town.”

“My name isn’t important. You may call me the Pied Piper.”

“That’s not a name, that’s a title. Aren’t you called Lucas or Jeffrey or something more exotic like Erasmus?”

“No.”

“So, what am I to call you?”

“Call me ‘Master'”.

 

About the Author:

Elizabeth Black’s erotic fiction has been published by Xcite Books (U. K.), House Of Erotica (U. K.), Cleis Press, Circlet Press, eXtasy Books, Chained Hearts Publishing, Ravenous Romance, Riverdale Avenue Books, Scarlet Magazine (U. K.), and other publishers. She also enjoys writing retellings of classic fairy tales, including her two self-published fairy tales “Trouble In Thigh High Boots” (Puss In Boots) and “Climbing Her Tower” (Rapunzel).

An accomplished essayist, she was the sex columnist for the pop culture e-zine nuts4chic (U. K.). Her articles about sex, erotica, and relationships have appeared in Good Vibrations Magazine, Alternet, CarnalNation, the Ms. Magazine Blog, Novelspot, The Erotic Readers and Writers Association Blog, Sexis Magazine, On The Issues, Sexy Mama Magazine, and Circlet blog.











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Ghost Guardians by S. Peters-Davis

 



Shifter Shakedown

By S. Peters-Davis 

I stood fifteen feet away from where the oversized wolf and bear fought, slashing and biting. The steady wind through the trees hid my scent. With any luck, they would kill each other. I readied my crossbow for just in case and adjusted my stance for a shot, until the wolf flew into the air, knocking me flat on my backside. My vision blurred, and my brain buzzed into dizzy-mode. My eyes closed on automatic as I concentrated on not losing consciousness.

“Are you all right, Miss?” asked a deep, rugged voice. Warm fingers grasped my hands in an electrifying grip. “Let me help you.”

I opened my eyes to his shocking browns.

He pulled me into a sitting position and settled on his knees in front of me, dressed in skin-tight jeans and a black T-shirt. His brows drew together. “What the hells are you doing in the middle of a forest with a crossbow?”

Speaking of my weapon, I noted its absence, even while rendered speechless and in a trance-like condition. What the hell is right? I didn’t know if this dude was wolf or bear, no matter, his magyck had allowed him to shift entirely clothed. Only legends tote that kind of power.

“Can you hear me?” He snapped his fingers in front of my eyes. “Tell me you’re not a poacher.” His voice went gruff as his fingers gripped and lifted my chin. “Well?”

I jerked and freed myself, scanning for my weapon. The wolf lay a short distance away, his throat gone, and a dead shifter should change into human form. Why didn’t it? I turned toward the hunk, narrowing my eyes. “Why isn’t it shifting?”

His brow arched as he assessed me, and then he nodded as if in recognition. “We, dear Katherine Brady, a.k.a. Kat, have something in common.”

I dove for the loaded crossbow, kneeled, and targeted his heart. “So, how do you know who I am?”

He smiled, leaving me stunned, and my insides cooking from his pheromones. “We are both hunters and want justice. Are you affiliated with law enforcement or another established agency or organization?” He stood, his thigh muscles bulging when he crossed his ankles and relaxed his body against a large oak tree.

And why would I notice his thigh muscles? I made it a point to know and remember hunters, and no doubt in my mind, I would’ve remembered him. “I don’t know you.” My weapon still pointed at his chest, but the bear inside me fought against my urge to shoot.

“Risk Kodak,” he leaned forward, suavely fanning an arm in front of himself, then rose to lean back on the tree, “at your service. In the human world, I’d be considered a secret agent. In the shifter world, I run clean-up on the changelings involved in drug-running and human-trafficking, what you’d categorize as cartel activities.” He nodded toward the dead wolf. “I also capture or, in this case, destroy serial killers. We have our way of dealing with those hell-bound monsters. We don’t like it when our kind gets tainted as evil in the human world. You know,” he air-quotes with his fingers, “because a shifter kills, runs drugs, or traffics humans.”

I’d heard of him from my studies, a historical legend. “You’d have to be over one-hundred-years-old.”

“One hundred-thirty-one to be exact.” He grinned. His brilliant white teeth gleamed in contrast to his dark skin.

My insides quaked with a rush of flutters. I took a deep breath to steady my hands and lowered the crossbow. “How? You died in Alaska from an avalanche ninety-some years ago.”

“Yea, but doesn’t that make the perfect cover for me to keep doing my job?” He stepped past me to the dead wolf, fished out something from his pocket, and dropped it on the wolf. Its body instantly turned to ash, and bit-by-bit blew away on the breeze. “I don’t know about you, but I’m famished.” He walked to me and stopped inches away, the heat of his body bombarding mine and creating havoc with my bear. “Would you care to join me for a little respite, something to eat?”

“We’re miles from any businesses, and it would take us hours to travel.” I unloaded the bolt from my crossbow. “I have jerky in my backpack.” Risk’s calm demeanor had a bizarre way of comforting me, even though I realized his bear pheromones might be responsible for my feeling safe with him.

He expressed that dazzling grin again and pulled me into his body. His ancient whispered words gave me pause, and then everything went dark. “You can open your eyes now.”

I did, sucking in a deep breath to settle my oozy belly. We walked out of an alleyway to the front of a place called Mama’s Eatery. Nothing looked familiar, mostly rough built cabins and dirt roads. A couple of buildings on each side of the restaurant advertised groceries or supplies. “How the crap did we get here from where we were?”

He chuckled. “That’s one of my secret abilities, and I’ll have to kill you if I reveal it to you.” He smiled, and I widened my eyes as a challenge. “I’m kidding. I’ll answer your questions inside. Let’s eat.” His gaze traveled over me, eyes narrowing. “You might want to tuck that crossbow, so it’s a bit more discreet.”

“No. I’ve been caught with my pants down before. That won’t happen again.” A child had gotten maimed because of my hidden weapon.

We walked into the crowded place, and all eyes turned toward us as the bell on the door jingled. Their casual gazes converted to assessing glares. My inner sensitivities heightened, and goosebumps scattered across my skin. Only one empty table for two in the back corner and I didn’t like the odds of no easy escape route. “I’m not hungry. We should go.”

Prickles turned into stabbing slivers down my arms as everyone in the restaurant stood. Risk grabbed my shoulders and shoved me behind him. I couldn’t see around his muscular body.

Thunderous cheers attacked my ears, tankards clicking, and whistles filled the air, and then Risk turned toward me. A wide smile spread crossed his face, leaving my body electrified and brazenly wanton.

What the hell just happened?

“Oh, the day finally comes when our alpha finds his mate.” A rugged-looking man strode to Risk and slapped his shoulder. “We’re all proud of you.” The guy studied me, then added, “She’s a dandy.”

Risk’s gaze captured me in a mind-boggling grip of wills as he pushed the guy away.

I fought against it, even though the bear inside me insisted that I take his bear for a ride he would never forget.

Risk lifted me into his arms and carried me out of the restaurant, running down the dirt road as if his pants had lit a fire.

Then I blacked out like before, only to awaken in his arms. I glanced around the inside of a rustic cabin. “Where are we?” I reached behind for my crossbow but found nothing. My heart stuttered in a rhythm never thrummed before, and I moaned beneath his lips as they swept over mine, stimulating certain body parts into melting pots of desire. My bear urged me to respond, her fur rippling beneath my skin.

“Don’t fight me, little one. I’ve waited for you too long to hold back. You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

Our bodies melded together and made it so…

Ghost Guardians
Book One
S. Peters-Davis

Genre: Paranormal Romance,
Suspense-mystery, New Adult
Publisher: BWL Publishing, Inc.
Date of Publication: September Release 2020
Kindle ISBN 978-0-2286-1492-0
Print ISBN  978-0-2286-1494-4
Number of pages: 162
Word Count: 64,900
Cover Artist: Michelle Lee


Book Tagline: Bri intends to work for her father, but ghosts, an old high school flame, a downtrodden best bud, and a deceitful tormenter play havoc with her future.

Series Tagline: On missions to rescue those spirits left behind. Murder, mystery, and mayhem abound…

Book Description:

Bri’s intent—to work for her father, but ghosts, an old high school sweetheart, a downtrodden best bud, and a deceitful tormenter play havoc with her future.

Kyle broke it off with Bri before college but realizes he still harbors unrequited feelings for her. Then he discovers Bri’s ability and wants to keep her close, not just for himself, but as an asset for Spectral Paranormal Investigations.

Ghosts rely on Bri, Kyle confuses her, the best bud requires stability, and the bully deserves a punch in the face until they join forces on a mission to rescue the paranormal—those spirits left behind. Murder, mystery, and mayhem abound…in ghost-form.


Excerpt #1 (word count 501)

“He-e-e Ha-a-a.” Max cackled like a wild man as the boat veered off, rooster-tailing water spray and slamming turbulent waves into the raft.

Trembles shook my hands and body. What the hell is wrong with him?

I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to relax. Warm tingles thrummed against my sternum from the quartz on my necklace, giving me a heads-up that my ghost friends were near.

“He’s gone, little missy,” Martin said. “Off to the other side of the lake.”

Gloria’s fingers clasped the stone through her blouse. “Is your stone vibrating like mine? I touched it, thought of you, and here we are.” She stared at me.

I climbed the ladder and sat across from them, stretching my legs in front of me for the warm sunshine. “I’ll have to try touching my stone and thinking of you. See if I can call you to me.”

She nodded then turned to Martin. “When’s the last time we sat by water?” Gloria slid her body closer to him.

“Now, girl, don’t you be gettin’ any crazy ideas.” He chuckled and wrapped his arm around Gloria’s shoulder then turned his attention to me. “We want answers about what happened. Neither of us remembers it, nothing other than a truck rammed into the back of the Olds. It scared the heck out of us, so we turned off the main road and drove down a dirt path into the woods, hoping to hide. Then we saw lights coming fast behind us.”

“It’s a constant loop we live over and over, ending with the truck following us and crashing into the back of the car. The sound is like a grand clap of thunder.” Gloria sniffled, but there were no tears. Ghosts didn’t cry real tears. Martin rubbed her back.

“We blackout or something.” Martin looked across the water but seemed unfocused. “I wake up outside the car, and a few minutes after, Gloria is beside me. We got stuck next to the Olds, doing the same thing over and over.”

Apparitions didn’t usually possess recall of being stuck in a loop. They simply lived it over and over as if for the first time, every time. What was different for these two? Maybe our crystal connection brought the change in their loop and opened their acknowledgment to it?

“I’ve got a friend coming to stay with me. He’s got mad internet skills. I think he can help research, figure out a few things. Maybe find out who followed you and why.”

A boat motor revved behind me, I folded my legs to my chest, preparing for impact.

“Kyle, wanna ski?” Max hollered. He zipped past and stopped next to Kyle’s dock.

Kyle stared in my direction and waved, and I waved back. Max sneered.

How long was Kyle out there? All he saw was my backside while I chatted with Martin and Gloria. When I turned around to pick up where we left off, Martin and Gloria had disappeared.


About the Author:

S. Peters-Davis writes multi-genre stories, but loves penning a good page-turning suspense-thriller, especially when it’s a ghost story and a romance. When she’s not writing, editing, or reading, she’s hiking, RV’ing, fishing, playing with grandchildren, or enjoying time with her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan.

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