PRAISE FOR ALEXX ANDRIA:"After reading just one of her stories, you'll find yourself wondering where Alexx Andria has been all your life." --Kelly Haven, best-selling author of the Diary of a Nympho and Barely Legal Babysitters seriesAMAZON US TOP 100 FREE EROTICA BEST-SELLING AUTHOR!An erotic paranormal romance short story between a wolf shifter and the curvaceous woman destined to be his mate.A CENTURY OF WAITING IS ABOUT TO ENDOlivia's life is about to change. She has no idea that the impossibly tall, dark-haired stranger watching her at the bar of her favorite club has actually been watching her for weeks. TWO SOULS DESTINED FOR ONE ANOTHERVance knows what he wants and he's not about to wait another moment to claim his woman. By night's end, she'll be bound to the beast.A contemporary paranormal love story of approximately 6,900 words. It is intended for mature readers only.EXCERPT:The hair on the back of my neck prickled and I slowly turned, praying that I was simply being melodramatic. But somehow I knew before even turning that it was him standing there, blocking my exit and watching me with open hunger.I turned and my heart jumped into my throat. "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice a high-pitched squeak as I flattened against the opposite wall. "This is the l-ladies room.""You smell like honey and rain," he said, his mouth curving in a sensual line that did weird things to my ability to remain standing. I almost forgot that he was likely a weirdo or psychotic killer but I remembered quickly when he began walking toward me. "Stop!" I cried, my voice shaking. "Or I'll scream. Get out and leave me alone and we can just forget this ever happened and you won't have to go to jail for being a creeper.""Forget? And why would I want to do that? It's taken a century to find you...I'm not about to walk away.""W-what? Are you crazy?" I asked, my mouth trembling. Had he said...a century? Fabulous. I was locked in a dimly light club bathroom with a crazy person. Hadn't my evening been crappy enough already? I looked furtively for something I could use as a weapon but aside from throwing soggy paper towel wads his way, I was screwed. This was how it ended, I thought grimly. Savaged by a nutball in a dirty bathroom. Tears pricked my eyes. "I don't want to die," I whispered as he strode toward me.At my whispered plea, he simply smiled darkly and pulled me roughly to him. "Who said anything about dying, sweetling?" he murmured, crushing me against the granite of his chest. "Humans," he chuckled with amusement even as I stiffened against him. "Such alarmists." He didn't give me a chance to respond as his head dipped down and suddenly his lips were moving across mine. He smelled of masculinity and raw power; sex and leather. The heady combination was enough to dampen my fear and sharpen my sudden arousal. He pressed me against the bathroom wall that was covered in profane graffiti and I gasped at the shock of his tongue searching for mine. I clung to him as he ground his hardened length against me through the rough denim of my jeans. I wiggled against the delicious pressure, quickly losing all sense of why this was a bad idea, and simply gave in to the intoxicating feel of being ravaged. Yes, ravaged was a good word for what he was doing to me. There was nothing soft or sweet about the way his hands were roaming my body as if memorizing every curve, every valley. I'd never been so consumed by another person in my life. Every boyfriend or casual sexual relationship I'd ever been in or with had always left me wanting for something deeper, more primal. He filled his hands with my breasts and when the fabric of my blouse impeded his questing touch, he growled and simply ripped it from my body.From the AuthorThank you for downloading BOUND TO THE BEAST and for the lovely fan mail regarding Olivia and Vance! Many have asked if I plan to continue this story but it's fairly self-contained, so although there are no plans to continue this particular story, I love writing about paranormal romances and I plan to do more soon. About the AuthorAlexx Andria writes hot, sultry erotica that ranges from the mild to the wild and everything in between. She believes a healthy sex life is the cornerstone to a strong relationship and she's happy if her stories help rev the engines of her readers!

Mick Garris, J. Kenner, Kealan Patrick Burke, Del James, and Bentley Little pry open a sarcophagus of horror and dread in Dark Screams: Volume Five, from Brian James Freeman and Richard Chizmar of the esteemed Cemetery Dance Publications. EVERYTHING YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED by Mick Garris It was supposed to be the night of his life: a celebration of his one hit slasher flick. But the price of admission is higher than this has-been filmmaker ever could have imagined. THE ONE AND ONLY by J. Kenner When he was seven, Will Underwood's nanny told him she had the Sight. Years later, a broken heart sends him to New Orleans . . . but it's fate that leads him to Madame Darkling's Voodoo Emporium. THE LAND OF SUNSHINE by Kealan Patrick Burke Although she was mute long before the affair that nearly wrecked their marriage, her silence has tortured her husband ever since. Now he will seek out what he has lost--or be driven mad...

Holly had finally managed to catch her hunky boss’s attention – but for all the wrong reasons. Mr. Newman wasn’t very impressed with his pretty employee’s distracted attitude, and he decided she deserved some discipline. If only he knew he was the very distraction stealing her attention from work…Holly gets summoned to his office, only to discover that her darkly handsome boss had very titillating modes of punishment!Another short erotic story by popular author Lucia Jordan.Preview:She could just imagine what it would be like, being made love to by a man like him. It won’t be flowery or slow and neither would it be gentle. It would be a hard, fast, rough taking that would make her twitch for days after with the memory.Sighing raggedly, Holly looked reluctantly away from the profile of her boss, Jason Newman. He was in his early thirties, and the owner of the company where she worked. He was also the hottest man alive, granted, but she had to stop thinking of sex every time she looked at him. Here they all were, at least ten in number, having a top-level meeting in the boardroom. The last thing she should be thinking about was Mr. Newman’s...

A darkly seductive and passionate tale of secret societies, elaborate rites and sexual experimentation, in the tradition of the captivating classic Story of O and Kubrick’s film Eyes Wide Shut.Shy American student Alexandra Beckmann—'X' to her friends—arrives in Naples desperate for adventures beyond the sheltered life she has led. She is there to study the infamous Italian crime organization, the Camorra. But on the sun-soaked, ancient city streets, her research leads her to a man like no one else she has ever met.Lord Marcus Roscarrick is an Italian aristocrat, irresistibly handsome with a mysterious past. Yet, underneath his smooth exterior, X senses a man who is well-acquainted with danger.Soon they begin a passionate affair, and X is drawn into Roscarrick's world—a world she never dreamed existed. But as she falls ever more deeply under Roscarrick's spell, X must decide whether she dares to submit entirely to this shadowy world of dark desire.About the AuthorA J Molloy is a pseudonym.

Kayla, Evelyn, and Trina have been on-and-off-again girlfriends for many years, but the lines of true friendship will be crossed, the knives that go into another friend's back will cut deep, trust will not apply, and no one will share their dirty little secrets. With enough backstabbing, finger-pointing, and disrespect to go around, this trio sticks to their motto of "What she can do, I can do better;and whatever she has, I want a piece of it too." Much competition is thrown in the mix, and jealousy is so thick that there will be no place for anyone to run when the mess hits the fan. Only then will they attempt to put their many differences aside, but when severe damage is already done, it may be possible to forgive, but certainly not to forget.

J.D. Holt wasn’t at all what he seemed when he tackled Sister Mary Francis in the vegetable garden of her ramshackle convent near Deadwood in the Dakota Territories. But he needed a safe place to hide and recover and a convent seemed better than most. Especially if all of the other sisters looked like this one. Sister Mary Francis was sure he was an outlaw, a claim jumper or both, especially since he seemed to be all too ready to use that business end of that knife to get what he wanted, and the flat of his hand on her bottom if that was quicker. And when things blossomed between them, despite her reservations and his secretiveness, his wasn’t the only blood that was going to be spilled.