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Sometimes We Need “The Bear Treatment”

I have the ever talented Doris O’Connor here today giving us a taste of her newest Evernight Publishing release, The Bear Treatment. I always love having Doris on my blog. Her stories are captivating and sexy. Welcome back, Doris!

Thanks so much for having me here today with my new release The Bear Treatment.

How do you make a move on your cousin’s best friend? That is my hero’s dilemma in the Bear Treatment. He has known Louisa since she was knee high, but she has only ever given him the death stare. Besides, his cousin would have had his pelt for a rug, had he tried anything.

Then there is the small matter of his being a shifter, and the whole council rules—not that they bother with him much. His family are not precious pure bloods. In fact, most of his side of the family can’t even shift anymore, their blood lines too diluted by centuries of mating with humans.

None of that would matter, however, if Louisa showed the slightest interest in the lifestyle. Instead she has only ever expressed disgust, despite all his instincts screaming at him that she is a natural submissive. So imagine his surprise when she turns up in his spa, and books an introduction into wax play.

Blow this bear shifter down with a grasshopper, there is no way anyone but he will give her that taste, especially as she’s just been dumped by another sorry excuse of a dick, who didn’t know what a precious gift submission is.

Still, it saved Luke form tearing the man limb from limb, and now that he’s got his girl where he wants her, nothing and no one is going to stop him from giving Louisa the bear treatment…

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There’s nothing quite like being dumped by another good-for-nothing boyfriend to focus a girl’s mind. Fun has been missing from Louisa’s life for far too long, and a bit of wax play at the spa-with-a-difference is just what she needs to take her mind off her birthday.  What can possibly go wrong? It’s not as though the man she’s been secretly lusting after for years would turn up and see her in all of her wobbly bits glory, or give her one mind blowing orgasm after the other, is it?  That would mean she is getting the bear treatment. You know the one—ends up being mated to one droolworthy, dominant, bear shifter—and ticks off the council no end. One thing’s for certain. After this birthday nothing will be the same again. 

Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, wax play, anal play



When he bit down on her clit her orgasm rushed through her with so much force that she screamed and bit her lip hard enough to taste her own blood, in an effort to muffle that scream.

They were on top of a crowded restaurant, for God’s sake. If she turned her head she could see the people dining below. All it would take was for one of them to look up and they would see her sprawled along the table with Luke once again lapping at her cream as she gushed her juices into his waiting mouth. The thought that one of the diners would look up, made her orgasm burn hotter, and with her body still shaking in delicious aftershocks she almost didn’t notice the slight pressure against her little puckered hole until Luke slipped a slick finger wet with her own arousal knuckle deep into her ass.

She would have bowed off the table had his hot hand on her tummy not held her down, and she lost herself in the heated stare of his golden eyes as their gazes connected.

“That’s my girl.” His voice had dropped an octave, dripping in lust, and her body went limp under his possession. “This ass and this pussy are mine to do with as I please are they not, my sweet Lou?”

He pushed deeper into her butt, and she gasped at the burning pain of another finger slipping past that ring of muscle. Discomfort gave way to heat when he started to thrust those two fingers in and out of their tight confines, and added the thumb of his other hand to her clit and rubbed that sensitive bundle of nerves in small circles designed to push her over the edge once more.

The strange sensation in her ass awakened unused nerve endings, and she clamped around his digits, increasing the heady sensations bombarding her.

“That’s it, my sweet. Ride those fingers. I can’t wait to see your little hole stretched with a butt plug to prepare you for my cock, and you will let me take you back here, won’t you?”

The veins on his neck stood out, his smile showed his fangs, and with the eyes of his bear looking down on her he never looked more the wild animal he had inside than right now. The thought should have terrified Louisa, but instead it had the opposite effect on her. She was his prey, his for the taking, and the thought turned her on even more.

“Yes, yes, God yes, I’m yours to do with as you please, Sir.”

Her whispered answer made him step up his assault on her senses, and everything inside of her drew tight as she climbed up those rungs of lust until the world narrowed to just the feel of his fingers in her ass, and his big body covering her.

Luke bent closer, not once slowing his fingers as they fucked her into another orgasm, and then he kissed her. His tongue mimicked the action of his digits, and she kissed him back until her lungs screamed at her they needed air, as her body shook in the grip of the tremors wracking through her. She winced when he withdrew his fingers from the tight clasp of her ass, and then gasped when he shrugged out of his shirt. The man’s torso was magnificent and sprinkled with liberal amounts of hair that she wanted to run her fingers through. His pectorals flexed as he threw the shirt across the room, and she let her gaze admire the play of muscles. The way his hair thickened to a dark trail that acted like a beacon to his magnificent cock. Despite her earlier attention to that particular body part, he was once again erect. Veins ran along the length of the impressive organ, and the thick mushroom head glistened in the muted lighting of the room. Louisa licked her lips, suddenly desperate for another taste of his salty musk, and Luke laughed. Low and menacing, the sound was more animal than human, and set her arousal to fever pitch.

“Not this time, my sweet. This time I want to bury my cock into your tight cunt. I want to see your lips stretched around my girth, as you struggle to take all of me, but you will, won’t you, pet? You’ll milk my cock like the good little subbie you are, and you’ll gush your cream all over my dick again and again, won’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” How she managed to force the words past her kiss swollen lips she would never know. Her gaze was riveted to his cock, where Luke was fisting himself slowly. He squeezed the tip of his dick until his pre-cum slid on his fingers and with a wicked grin held those digits up to her mouth.

Louisa opened up eagerly, only too willing to taste him again, and she groaned when he hooked those fingers inside her mouth holding her in place while he ran the tip of his erection through her wet slit repeatedly. He bumped into her clit at every upstroke, sending jolts of electricity through her system, and her nostrils flared as she tried to breathe through her nose.

“Look at me, pet.”

His rough command made her eyes snap to his again, and she swallowed hard around the digits in her mouth. The intensity of his golden gaze was hard to take, as he pinned her in place with the sheer force of his will.

“You’re mine, and when I sink my cock into your cunt, I’m going to sink my fangs into your flesh and mark you as mine.”



Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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Elodie Parkes’s “The Black Lion”

Elodie Parkes is visiting us once again with her latest Hot Ink Press release, The Black Lion. Welcome back, Elodie! 🙂

Thank you for inviting me to the blog today to talk about my new release with Hot Ink Press, ‘The Black Lion’.

The story is a short, (15,900). It’s erotic, paranormal romance, featuring both shifters and vampires and releases July 16.

The idea for the story came to me on one of my work trips when I passed a spooky old hotel place with a sign hanging outside like one of those old Highwayman type inns. The words, ‘The Black Lion’ were written on the sign, but there was no picture, and the place itself could have been anything. Paint peeled off the big door and there were no lights on inside, even though it was twilight and quite dark because of the rainy weather.

In the story, I describe the doors, but the peeling paint becomes old posters for bands that have played in my version of a club, ‘The Black Lion.’

The title is also a pun on the nature of one of the characters.

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When Melissa fleetingly meets Sascha in a nightclub, she hopes he will approach her.

Sascha has secrets and it’s a long time since there was a woman in his life.

Unknown to both of them someone watches jealously.

Will this jealousy stop the budding romance between two people who both have something to hide?

An erotic, paranormal romance, full of surprises.


Sascha gazed at the young woman, whose name, Melissa, he’d stored away like a precious jewel. He memorized the heart shaped face, the big green eyes, the dimple in her right cheek. He moistened his top lip with the tip of his tongue as he considered her mouth. That bottom lip needs sucking. I’d love to hold her close, just feel her warmth against me. I’d like more…I bet her hair feels like silk. He sighed as his gaze traced the length of her glossy chestnut hair. It fell around her shoulders and down her back. Sascha longed to grasp a handful, pull her close, and kiss her. He imagined it. His cock hardened as he recalled her scent when she stood in front of him. He thought about her look in the mirror. She was interested in him. It was obvious, and his own ineptitude was why he stood staring down at her, instead of grasping her to his naked form, fucking her hard. I could have compelled her. I could have tasted her cream, pushed my fingers into it, slid them over her clit. I could have licked her lips, her breasts. I could have her hands wrapped around my cock. I could have her writhing under me, coming, and driving me insane with her softness. I could give her so much love…

His thoughts were suddenly invaded by a low voice to his left.

“She’s not for you, brother. I see your scrutiny. I saw her first.”

Sascha prickled with anger at the voice and himself for not hearing the approach, nor scenting this man who leaned casually against the barrier. His fury burned in his chest and he whispered dangerously. “Who the hell are you?”

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014 Hot Ink Press


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About Elodie:

Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.

Elodie writes for, Hot Ink PressMoon Rose PublishingEternal PressSecret Cravings, and Evernight

She has also released titles as an individual indie author.


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“Her Imaginary Lover” by Doris O’Connor

Look who’s back visiting us with another one of her spectacular stories. That’s right! Doris O’Connor! She back with her latest Evernight Publishing release, Her Imaginary Lover. For those of you that don’t know Doris, she’s one of the most creative writers I know. Her Imaginary Lover sounds fantastic, Doris! Can’t wait to read it.

Thanks so much for having me here today with my paranormal BDSM story Her Imaginary Lover.

Did you have an imaginary friend as a child? I bet he felt very real to you. What if these imaginary friends were real, however? And what if, not all of them were nice friends… What if there was a whole other dimension…

Such is the premise behind Her Imaginary Lover.

To Macie, Kaylom has always been real. Blind from birth, she never realized other people couldn’t see him, until her parents started to doubt her sanity, and eventually she sent him away.

That was fifteen years ago, but Kaylom is back now, and Macie is not a child anymore…

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When your imaginary friend turns out to be real, there’s only one thing you can do—have the best sex of your life.

Macie Johann’s ordered world is thrown into chaos, when she is attacked on her way home from work. The muscle bound hunk that comes to her rescue would appear to be naked? Okay then, maybe she has hit her head a bit too hard, but then again no one else seems to notice him, and there is something very familiar about this guy.

Blind from birth Macie has learnt to trust her senses, and they all scream at her to grab her chance of true happiness with the man, who makes her body and soul sing. Never mind the small fact of his not being human.

When their actions get Kaylom yanked back into his dimension to stand trial, Macie follows determined to fight for her man.

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Macie grinned at the sound of smashing crockery, as he kicked her legs apart and urged her forward until her torso lay prone on her table. With her breasts squashed into the wood, and his hand applying pressure on her shoulder blades, she had nowhere to go. A shudder went through her when he stepped so close that his hair roughened thighs touched the back of her legs. His heavy erection slid along her pussy lips, and she knew she was coating him in her juices. They slid down the inside of her thighs.

The mere fact they were doing this here, now, in her kitchen added another layer of deliciously naughty to the whole experience. Her kitchen faced a busy main street, and she had no curtains up. In theory anyone would be able to see in and see what they were doing. A giggle escaped her at the thought. Not that they would see Kaylom. They would no doubt wonder at the strange woman who lay naked along her table.

Kaylom’s chest molded itself along her back, and a little nip to her shoulder focused his attention back on him.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.


A sharp pinch to the side of her breast made her gasp. That sting traveled straight to her clit, and she wriggled her hips to relieve the resulting ache in her pussy.

“Nothing, is it? I think my little munchkin needs to be reminded who’s boss.”

He lifted off her, and she moaned at the loss of his body warmth. A smack to her ass ground her pelvis into the edge of the table, and she bit her lip to stop from crying out. That felt way too good. He soothed the sting with his hand, and then spanked her other cheek with considerably more force than the first swat. Macie yelped and squirmed under his hands, and his chuckle seemed to echo around the room. It only served to stoke her excitement further. Kaylom ran his hands up and down her spine and then up her arms taking them with him. He curled her fingers over the opposite edge of her small table.

“Keep them like this and don’t move, or I’ll have to tie you to this table, do you hear me?”

“Yes,” she said, and all the breath left her lungs when he smacked her ass with so much force she slid further up the table.

“Yes, what?” he asked, and this time there was no mistaking the edge of command in his voice. He yanked her head back hard, and his hot breath skittered across her sweat slicked flesh as he nipped at her lips and throat. A feminist would have a field day with her right now, but fuck her, if this display of his dominance didn’t turn her on even more.

What had he said? His kind demanded their mates to be submissive and calling him “Sir” was a token of respect.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, and he kissed her with so much passion, it took her breath away.

“Good girl. You have no idea how much it means to me to hear you say that.”

She blinked back tears and held onto the edge for dear life when he grasped her hips, and pulled her down the table until her ass hung off it.

“You’re so fucking wet for me baby. You want me to fuck this sweet ass of yours, don’t you?” His breath felt cool across her slick folds, and his fingers dug into her thighs as he spread her wider, and Macie lost the ability to think at the first touch of his tongue.

He licked her from slit to clit and back again, until she was so close to coming she didn’t even know what the sounds were spilling from her mouth.

Seconds before she reached that all elusive peak, he withdrew, and she thumped her head against the table in frustration.

“Bastard, err, Sir.”

He laughed and then rained a series of hard swats on her ass that left her breathless and even wetter.

“Oh your butt reddens beautifully under my hands, my sweet, and let’s gets one thing straight. I will not tolerate you using cuss words. Your mouth is far too pretty for anything that nasty to come out of it. If we were in my realm I’d shove a gag inside that foul sounding mouth and then strap a vibrator inside you with just enough force to keep you on the edge without coming. How would you like that?”

Macie shook her head and swallowed nervously.

“No, Sir, thank you, Sir, I wouldn’t like that at all.”

The air displacement gave her a second’s warning before he tunneled his tongue into her pussy hole, and she climbed back up those delicious rungs of tingling bliss before he once again withdrew.

Macie keened her disappointment, and he delivered several more open handed swats to her ass, before he attacked her swollen and sensitive pussy again.

Macie lost count how many times he spanked her and then revved her up again before withdrawing. Time lost all meaning. All that mattered were the painful swats to her ass that morphed into blissful heat, which suffused her entire body until she felt on fire for this man.

From far, far away she heard his voice eventually, and she flinched when something cold hit her ass crack.

“Sorry, my sweet, this will only last a moment.”


Available from Evernight Publishing June 16th.

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About Doris:

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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Elyzabeth M. VaLey’s “Dance for Me, Princess”

I’m more than pleased to have Elyzabeth M. VaLey back on the Spicy Butterfly Garden promoting her story, Dance for me, Princess, from the Evernight Publishing Anthology, Alpha’s Claim. She was one of the very talented authors that I had the pleasure of joining in that anthology and I loved her story. Enjoy!

Many of my stories wouldn’t have been born without music. The beautiful, harmonious combination of notes, regardless of the musical genre, appeal to my muse and have sparked the beginning of more than one romance.

Sometimes, the music comes first, but other times it appears half way through the story. Dance for me, Princess was an example of the latter. I knew the characters and I was simply looking for some music for Sophia to dance to. I started out with some of the more upbeat themes of Diary of Dreams, but something was off. Youtube then suggested Blutengel. I’d never heard the German music group before, so I thought, why not? The first song that came up and called my attention was When I feel you.

I still remember hearing the lyrics and grinning like a fool. That was the song. It was exactly how Markus felt. Furthermore, it had a good beat to which Sophia could dance.

Sophia has her own song too. I had already baptized her as Frost Princess when I found that Blutengel had a song titled Ice Princess.  The lyrics have little to do with Sophia, except that indeed there is no coldness in her soul, but the song had an exceptional rhythm.

With the music set, some visual inspiration (check out the Pinterest board), and a whole lot of demanding whispers from the characters, the story of Markus and Sophia became Dance for me, Princess. I hope you enjoy it!

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Anthology Blurb:

Strength. Power. Domination. 

The shifters in our Alpha’s Claim anthology have one thing in common—they won’t take “no” for an answer. Whether they lead packs of their own, or whether they walk a solitary path, these alphas won’t let anyone stop them from claiming their women.

Lose yourself in these ten sinfully delicious love stories. After all, who could deny an Alpha’s Claim? 


Dance for me, Princess by Elyzabeth M. VaLey blurb:

When ruthless businessman and shifter Markus Topponiem sets his eyes on something he likes, he pursues it until he gets it. No exceptions. That’s why when he catches a sniff of the delicious scent emanating from a girl with blue hair, he doesn’t think twice about following her and making her his. 

Sophia, a.k.a. Frost Princess, dances to forget and keep her demons at bay. Then Markus comes into her life, and in the wake of his passion he revives the monsters of her past, causing her to flee. 

Will Markus be able to persuade her to give herself to him or will her fear destroy their future? 

Available at: || || Evernight Publishing  || AllRomanceEbooks || Bookstrand


Excerpt from Dance for me, Princess

Markus Topponiem tugged at the cuffs of his white shirt, adjusting it. He crossed his right leg over the left, resting the ankle on the knee. His hands on his lap, he waited. His gaze slid around the room, and his cock twitched in expectation of what he hoped was to come. His heart thundered in his chest, following the lead of his male organ and anticipating the thing that could change his life forever.

However, even though nerves danced across every pore in his flesh, he played the part of calm and relaxed. No one who saw him could have guessed that he was on the verge of breaking down. Naturally aloof, as was usual among his species, he had been taught from a young age that expressing emotions openly was risky. His mother’s early death had made him unnaturally cold, and his  ability to remain poised and under control in any situation had, not surprisingly, earned him nicknames such as “Ice King” or “Cold Hearted”. Animals didn’t hunt by being rash and irrational; they sat and waited. Everything in life, including the building of financial empires, did well to follow the same rule. Sit, wait, and strike when the prey was weakest. With that in mind, he conducted business in what some called a ruthless, heartless way. Perhaps that was why he was single. He hadn’t found the woman who stirred his predatory instincts. Until today.


About Elyzabeth:

Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.

Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she’ll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.

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Saving the Alpha From “Extinction”

Visiting me today at the Spicy Butterfly Garden is Jorja Lovett. She was one of the ten authors participating with me in the Evernight Publishing Alpha’s Claim anthology that came out on January 24th. I spent some quality time reading all the stories in Alpha’s Claim and I will admit, I LOVED Jorja’s Extinction, so much so I emailed her after reading it to tell her! 🙂  Her wolf story had some many great elements. It was sexy and fun! So, I am extremely glad to have her here to share a little excerpt from her short story! Welcome, Jorja!

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Strength. Power. Domination. 

The shifters in our Alpha’s Claim anthology have one thing in common—they won’t take “no” for an answer. Whether they lead packs of their own, or whether they walk a solitary path, these alphas won’t let anyone stop them from claiming their women.

 Lose yourself in these ten sinfully delicious love stories. After all, who could deny an Alpha?

I can’t resist Evernight Publishing’s anthologies. Especially when they put out a call for yummy Alpha shifters. My story in the anthology is Extinction. Here’s a little snippet…

 Extinction Excerpt: 

“You have nothing to be ashamed of.” The look Lucas shot her pinged Holly’s nipples into points against the flimsy fabric of her nightwear.

“You saw me naked?” Regardless of whether his tale was true or not, she hated that there was a possibility he had seen her at her most vulnerable.

“I think that makes us even, don’t you?” He clutched the pillow closer to his groin. She’d have to remember to put the cover in the wash tomorrow.

“So, you’ve seen me in the nip, and I’ve seen you. It’s been fun, but could you please fuck off now? It’s been a long day.” She wanted to crawl back into bed and pretend the past twenty-four hours had never happened.

“I didn’t realize losing my father’s funding would cause you such hardship. I’m sorry I upset you. That wasn’t my intention.” He had seen her tears after all. Bugger. That put her on the back foot.

“What did you think was going to happen? That we would put the flags out and celebrate our independence? As much as I detest saying it, we rely on your contribution to fund the project here.” She had to set her weapon down so she could wipe away some more stupid tears.

“I’m still trying to get over the loss of my father. I guess I was trying to make it easier on myself by cutting a lot of ties to him. Listen, do you have something I can wear? It’s impossible to have a serious conversation when I’m standing here with my balls in my hand.” He peered at her from under lowered lids, sounding strangely vulnerable.

Maybe he wasn’t such a cold hearted bastard after all. She knew she would go completely doolally if anything happened to her parents. That still didn’t make it any more appropriate for him to be stark bollock naked in her bedroom. The sooner he covered up his six-pack and that happy trail of hair dipping from his navel, the quicker she could resume hating him. She grabbed her robe from behind the bedroom door and threw it at him.

“Thanks.” He dropped the pillow to catch it in both hands.

Fuck a duck! Holly tried to avert her eyes, but she could still see his junk swinging about in

her peripheral vision as he dressed. “I think I’ll go put the kettle on.”

Available now from Evernight Publishing, Amazon, All Romance, and Bookstrand

About Jorja:

Jorja Lovett is a British author with both Irish and Scottish roots, which makes for a very dry sense of humour. Writing since she was old enough to wield a pen, it wasn’t until she joined her crit group, UCW, that she pursued her passion seriously.

Now, with Joe Manganiello as her permanent muse, if she can leave the pause button on her Magic Mike dvd long enough, she hopes to spend the rest of her days writing steamy romances.


Author Links: Facebook, Twitter, Blog, Website


It’s Time For “Waking Up Wolf”

I am highlighting another great author from the Alpha’s Claim Manlove Anthology. Nikka Michaels has been to the Spicy Butterfly Garden before so you all might be familiar with her. Today, she is here giving us a little peek at her story, Walking Up Wolf, from the Evernight Publishing anthology. Enjoy! The excerpt is great! 🙂


Strength. Power. Domination. 

The shifters in our Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition anthology have one thing in common—they won’t take “no” for an answer. Whether they lead packs of their own, or whether they walk a solitary path, these alphas won’t let anyone stop them from claiming their men.

Lose yourself in these ten sinfully delicious love stories. After all, who could deny an Alpha’s claim?


When a radioactive leak in the local water source turns the inhabitants of Adam Baker’s small town into shape shifting wolves, he manages to hold and survive alone–alone except for the wolves he hears in the distance. When he doesn’t immediately undergo “the change” into a wolf himself, he begins to believe he’s immune. After his dreams begin to include another wolf, he finds himself drawn to the howls outside his window and the pack’s alpha Grady Conway.


 Adam watched him carefully. “You don’t even know me. Why would you invite me back with your family, your pack?”

Grady looked down. “What if I told you we needed you? That I needed you?”

Adam stared at him like he’d gone crazy.

“Me? Why would you need me?”

A true alpha needs a mate.” Grady raised his head, meeting Adam’s eyes, and for a moment he couldn’t look away.

“And you think I’m your mate?”

“I don’t think. I know. You’re my mate, always have been.”

Adam backed away, and he felt himself shake and pain shoot through his body as he fell to his knees. Naked and sprawled in the dirt he stared up at Grady, who closed his eyes and shifted, leaving himself bare as well.

Adam swallowed hard as he stared up at Grady in shock. This close he could see every single inch of the tanned and toned body of the man who commanded a pack. Muscled and imposing, he stared down at Adam, his blue eyed gaze heated.

Without another word, Grady took a step closer, sliding his hand over the top of Adam’s head possessively. He slowly wrapped his hand around Adam’s long dark dreads and pulled his head back, exposing his neck. Adam’s eyes slammed shut as he waited for Grady to change and wolf teeth to tear out his throat. Instead, when Grady’s human teeth sank into his shoulder he shuddered and cried out.

Pleasure/pain surged through Adam’s body as he jerked awake, his cock throbbing as he felt hot cum stripe his belly. His legs shook as he panted for breath, his bed sheets and body soaked with sweat.

His dreams had never been that vivid before, and when he shifted his body his muscles screamed in protest and he flopped back with a moan.

When he yanked back the blankets he stared.

His feet were dirty, caked in mud along with his hands. On his neck, he could feel Grady’s teeth marks.

He’d been marked by the alpha.


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Nikka Michaels lives in the often rainy Pacific Northwest where she spends her time cooking, laughing and crafting romantic tales to satisfy her craving for HEAs with heat. A voracious reader, novice knitter and music lover she’s been known to multitask without breaking a sweat. She loves to read and write M/M romance but believes everyone deserves a love story. She currently has three releases out, Chasing Matt, a M/M novella co-authored with Eileen Griffin, Christmas with Caden, a M/F romance novella from Cobblestone Press, and “Waking up Wolf”, a M/M shifter romance in Evernight Publishing’s Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition anthology. Her short erotic M/M BDSM story, Room Service is forthcoming from Cobblestone Press in February 2014. Nikka is currently at work with her co-author on two M/M foodie romance novels, set to be released summer and fall 2014 from Carina Press.





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Mid-Week Tease – “Panther Ridge” – Part of the Alpha’s Claim Anthology – #MWTease


Ahhh… it’s Mid-Week Tease time! One of my most favorite times of the week because I love Author Sandra Bunino’s feature. Every week I join several other amazing authors as we share a snippet of a new release, a backlisted titled or a WIP. Aside from having the opportunity to share a little part of my work, I get to hop from site to site reading other authors’ works. It’s a lot of fun!

This past Friday, my story Panther Ridge was released, along with nine other incredible authors in the Evernight Publishing’s Alpha’s Claim anthology. Below is the blurb for my story, followed by a new “tease.” Enjoy!

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Nathan Thorne is many things. Confident. Proud. Strong. Ruggedly good-looking. And a firefighter. But what really makes him different from most men is that he’s part animal… literally…he shifts into a Florida panther. Nate has spent most of his life a loner, finding satisfaction in random women and roaming his one hundred fifty acres of Florida flatlands in Panther Ridge that his mother left him. He was content. But when Ciara Black enters Nate’s favorite hangout he doesn’t know what hit him. She’s everything he’s ever desired and he knows without a doubt that she’s his mate.

Ciara is on the run trying to escape her father and step-brother’s attempts to steal her Momma’s money. Life is hard and full of disappointments until she meets Nate Thorne. He turns her inside out with just a few words and a smile.

When someone threatens Ciara, Nate can’t do anything but protect what’s his. Can Ciara love him and the animal within?

The Tease:

But Nate was different. He didn’t beat around the bush. Nope! He laid his intentions on the bar top immediately upon her asking. If she were honest, she’d admit that it had been a turn on. No one had ever looked at her with such desire, such … what was that look? Need. Yes, Nate looked at her like he needed her.

All she could imagine as she stood there staring at him was how amazing his full lips would feel moving all over her body. And his hands. Good God. Roughened clearly by his occupation, but oh so strong as he held her wrists. Goose bumps had risen all over her body at the thought of him running those hands against her skin elsewhere.

The Watering Hole started filling up. Five o’clock had come and gone, and it was a typical Friday night. Someone squatted at every bar stool, and the few booths around the edge of the building were packed as well. The Johnson brothers had their usual game of pool going, and most eyes were glued to the large screen television that offered the summer’s pastime of a Tampa Bay Rays game. But Ciara couldn’t get her mind off of Nate Thorne, who sat chatting about the fires with a guy who sat next to him. Even while deep in conversation, his predatory gaze followed her every move as if he were stalking prey and she was his target.

“Hey, sweet cheeks,” Darrin Johnson said, sliding up to the bar next to Nate. Though Ciara had only been in town a couple weeks, the Johnson brothers practically lived at the Watering Hole, and she’d come to know them a bit. Darrin never relented on his flirting, constantly trying to get her to go out with him. But he wasn’t her type.

In fact, she hadn’t really known her type until she met Nate Thorne. Fuck! He is hotter than hell. His tawny hair lay short on his head but long enough to run fingers through and grasp, and his light brown eyes sparkled with gold flecks. And he was a firefighter. Hot damn! His body could easily grace one of those firefighter calendars. Many women would be proud to hang him in their homes.

“You know my name, Darrin,” she  said with a smile. “And it’s not sweet cheeks.”

“But you do have sweet cheeks,” Darrin said in a joking manner. A tiny growl rolled out of Nate as he turned his head  in her direction. Nate’s light brown eyes flashed with annoyance, and his lips pulled back as if he were seconds away from snarling at Darrin.

“Is that the way you talk to a lady, Johnson?” Nate asked, snapping his head in Darrin’s direction.

“Thorne, hey,” Darrin said, patting Nate on the back.  Nate’s muscles tensed at the condescending gesture. His biceps bulged under the tightness of his dark blue t-shirt. His pecs drew the shirt tight across his chest.

Being underneath his hard body would be a fantasy come true for Ciara. At twenty-seven, she was no virgin, but it had been several months since she’d been with a man. Several months. Over the last year, shit with her father made it impossible for her to have a normal life. “See you survived the brush fire unscathed.”

“I wouldn’t say unscathed, but I survived just fine,” Nate said sharply. “Don’t talk to the lady in such a crude way. She has a name.” Ciara bit the inside of her cheek to keep from cracking up. Crude! Ha! Nate has some nerve after what he said to me!

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Who’s The New “Supernatural Kid on the Block”?

The hustle and bustle of Christmas is over and we can all sit back, relax and read! 🙂 For those that celebrate Christmas, I hope you had a joyous holiday. A few more days until we all get to welcome in the New Year! Hard to believe that 2013 is coming to a close and 2014 is just around the corner.

Today, I have Melissa Hosack back at the Spicy Butterfly Garden introducing us to her latest release, Supernatural Kid on the Block, book 2 of her Supernatural series. Welcome back, Melissa! 🙂

Character Development

Characters have a way of surprising readers. There’s nothing more fun than a surprise development or personality reveal from a favorite…or even a not so favorite. This can happen for authors as well. Such a thing happened for me with Kristie Taylor in my Supernatural series. In the first book, Deadly Encounters of the Supernatural Kind, Kristie was no more than a silly, airheaded cheerleader who helped motivate another character into a necessary action. In my newest release, the second book in the series titled Supernatural Kid on the Block, she really opened up to me. In Supernatural Kid, Kristie showed herself to be more than the one dimensional character she’d started as. She revealed that she was caring and loyal…and shockingly intelligent. I had such a fun time watching her character unfold. The main character, Camden, was fun to begin with. The two of them together was simply an absolute blast for me.



Check out an excerpt from this unlikely duo!

Kristie uncovered her eyes and stared up at him, fear in her expression. “Do you love me?”

“You know I do.” Camden’s words came out in a breathy, nervous whisper. He was worried as to where this was going.

“That’s what frightens me.” Taking a deep breath, she explained. “When your power rolled over me, I would have gladly died for you, no question about it. You have to fight that. These people could use it against you, use me against you. If they threaten me, you might do something stupid, like die for me…again. You can’t let that happen. Priya’s people depend on you. You’re a dragon. You’re immortal. I’m just a human, and I’m fragile. Don’t let yourself get hurt over something so irrational.”


“Promise me you won’t let that happen. I need you to promise your main target is Stefan, no matter what.”

“You are more important—”

“Promise,” she said firmly. “I won’t let innocent children suffer because your main concern is me. I won’t let you die.” She took a shaky breath and her eyes turned cold. “Promise me or I will leave you. It will be the hardest thing I ever have to do, but I will walk out of your life and never come back. If you love me, you’ll do this for me.”

“I do love you,” Camden said slowly, dread filling his stomach. He was trapped by her words. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her, but she was asking something nearly impossible.

“I know you do,” she said softly to his confession of love. “This new power can make that backfire on you. For just this week, I can’t be the top priority in your life.”

Camden sighed wearily and dropped his head into his hands. She was right, but he hated it. An insane idea popped into his head. Before he could curb it, he said, “I’ll do this for you if you do something for me.” On her puzzled nod, he dropped to a knee in front of where she sat. “Marry me.”

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Double the Pleasure With Raven McAllan

It’s with great pleasure that I welcome Raven McAllan back to the Spicy Butterfly Garden. She’s here today offering up information on two Evernight Publishing releases she has back to back. First, she is part of the six EP authors that joined forces for the new Crimson Rope Anthology. From what I hear, it is hot, hot, hot! And how could it not be? The participating authors are pretty incredible. Second, Raven’s solo release of Livvy’s Devil Dom. Please join me in welcoming, Raven McAllan!

Well it’s not “what a night for m”e (although I did write 5k on the flight from Hong Kong to London on Monday night) it’s “what a week.”

I have two releases out.

Firstly on 5th I’ was honored to be included in The Crimson rope anthology with the fantastic authors London St James, Doris O’Connor, Elizabeth M. VaLey and Nikki Prince and R. Brennan.


Crimson Rope Anthology Blurb:

Unleash your kinky side with six titillating BDSM tales…

Let The Crimson Rope bind you in an erotic adventure sure to please, with skilled Doms and sexy submissives that are willing to explore their boundaries. From pleasured gasps to stinging desire, the authors of this anthology will not only seduce you, but leave you begging for more.

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And secondly, just the day after—today in fact if you’re reading this on 6thLivvy’s Devil Dom is released.

Every time I have a book accepted, I do the chair swivel jiggle. Dance around the house and scare the cats. It doesn’t matter how good I, or my beta thinks it is, until I get the ‘we would be happy to’ email I wear refresh out on my computer. To say nothing of biting my nails.

And if it’s a no? Oh I swear, eat chocolate, leave it (and me) to sulk for a bit and then read it again. If I was told why it’s a no, I try to understand and take heed. If it’s a revise and resubmit, I look carefully at what the publisher says needs doing. Then I make a decision to see if I think I can do that. Sometimes, it’s a no it isn’t me. Then it’s a rethink to see if it will fit better elsewhere. Not all stories suit all publishers. When you find a publisher that likes your ‘voice’ it’s an amazing feeling.

Sadly sometimes you think you’ve clicked and oh my no you haven’t. It’s like a big black cloud over you, when a book both you and your editor thought works sinks without a trace due to the publisher’s reputation.

That was the case with Livvy’s Devil Dom. Oh I grant you it was only half the book it is now. And the changes that were made to it after myself and my editor sent it off to be formatted did it no favors. What made it worse was that until it was released I and the editor had no idea things had been changed, and readers pointed out the errors, and naturally blamed us.

Happily, that publishing house is now defunct, and I and all the other authors had our rights returned to us.

For a while I sat on my story and let it simmer, until Sael my lovely Devil Dom started to shout at me. When I re read the story, I cringed in places. I wrote it a while ago, but however under the errors was a hot story clamoring to be improved and given the opportunity to shine.

So Sael and Livvy shouted at ne, I I’m very character driven) told me what had been missed out, what I had to add and where, and eventually their story, their full story unfolded.

I then sent it to Evernight and held my breath. Bless them they were back to me overnight with a yes, and ohh my, did I dance around the house. Sael and Livvy were going to get their second chance.

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Livvy’s Devil Dom Blurb:

When Livvy releases the devil within, he comes with sex that is out of this world—and the small matter of a life or death and decision. As for Sael, he has never met a more ornery or sexy as hell human than formerly-vanilla teacher, Livvy.

She belongs to him, for now, and this devil Dom will try everything in his power to ensure she stays his.

He needs her complete submission to survive, but even if she gives it, will it be a happy-ever-after or hell on earth?


And how about a wee tease?

Her touch brought his fangs out, and his tail swished in an arc. To her surprise, a neat but vicious set of horns appeared on either side of his head. Shiny and dark, they made her tremble. It wasn’t pure fear, Livvy noticed, but tempered with excitement.

“You bring out my Devil Within. In a good way. You complete me. And it saves me explaining that these”—he touched his horns—”will appear.”

Livvy stared. Then, as a credit to her own temerity, ran her fingers over them. Velvet, rock hard velvet.

“What do you do with them?” she asked.

He’d shown her—almost. His head dipped toward her pussy. Then he stopped and rubbed one velvet tip over her clit.

“Show me.” She stared up at him and hoped the trust and interest she had were obvious in her expression. “Show me what you use them for. I’m guessing it’s not for hoopla or quoits.”

Sael sniggered. “Not unless your kink goes that way. I er, well…” His voice trailed off. Livvy rolled her eyes.

“Argh for goodness’ sake. Do I get out the vibrator, or do I get a horn? Though I guess it doesn’t vibrate I bet it’s good.”

“You reckon? Let me show you.” His voice was gravelly, with added heat. “Ah now, pet, feel the heat.” He got up onto his knees, lifted her legs to stretch out each side of him and bent his head. The fine, short, and curly hairs tickled her skin, and Livvy jumped. It didn’t tickle, exactly, but it did heighten her arousal. Then Sael stroked her clit with the tip and let it slide over her soft skin toward the entrance to her channel. Livvy wriggled and gasped as a wave of fire swept through her.

“It’s hot and heat, and it throbs.” She stopped moving as he edged the horn oh so gently inside her. Her muscles tensed, and he paled. Did he think she might say red, or even worse, crumble? There was no chance. She’d got this far, and Livvy didn’t intention to renege.

She began a tiny clench and release move, over and over again. “I want more.”

“Dammit, do you know how bloody difficult it is not to thrust, take, and force the pace?” He grunted the words. “You know the expression to the hilt?”

Why was he talking about stupid expressions and not filling her to the hilt? Ah…

“Yeah, so? Do it then.”

He grinned. “Did you know the opposite end to the tip of a Devil’s horn is called the hilt?” Then he pushed.

Tiny stings slid over the inner walls of her pussy, as his horn slid “to the hilt” and back. Over and over those little stabs hit her and tingles spiraled from them. Wave after wave of fiery heat pulsed through her as he moved. Livvy opened her eyes a slit, and watched in awe as tiny shards of light pulsed around his head, dancing up and down in time to their sexual beat. The sensations were so different from when he fucked her with his cock or finger. Every so often a gush of her arousal slipped past his horn to coat her legs. Then he shuddered and groaned.

“Liv-love, I can’t help this. Take a deep breath, and hold me tight inside. Because if my horn makes me come, my cock will spill all over us, and you’ll have to lick it off me and me off you. We’ll defer on the sheets.”

What the hell is he rambling on about?  Being impaled on a hot throbbing horn didn’t add to the ability to think coherently. She didn’t bother to answer him or try to work out how his cock was so agile. She just clenched her inner muscles and refused to let him go.

The roar he gave should have been heard in the capital. With strength he hadn’t shown before, Sael lifted her ass into the air—without taking his horn out—and his cock grazed her ass. His horn shuddered, his body shook, and he was right. Cum coated her.

Livvy floated, and saw bright colored lights. She was only dimly aware of Seal slumping next to her before he gathered her into his arms and let his other horn stroke over her neck.

She snuggled into him, and pressed her lips to his nipple. He wriggled, and she giggled. “That’s not an invitation for the next round. That’s a thank you.”

“Not for a few minutes anyway.”

She looked up at him, and he laughed. “Ah, pet, you are so easy to read at times. Now rest there until I run a bath. Um you’re not too sore, are you? I got a bit carried away and didn’t temper my pulsars.”

“Is that what it’s called?”

He nodded.

“Er no, just all hot and well hot. But having said that, I don’t want to be impaled on a horn every time. Even if it does bring a new meaning to the expression I’m horny. Oh shit, you having such unusual thingies and all that. I can’t come pregnant though a horn can I?”

“Thingies? Thingies, sheesh, woman.” He laughed so hard he nearly fell off the bed. Livvy was oh so tempted to give him a helping hand.

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On a “Blood Hunt”

Please welcome Naomi Clark to the Spicy Butterfly Garden! I am so pleased to have her and that she allowed me to pick her brain a bit. Naomi is going to give us a little insight into her re-release of Blood Hunt, the second novel in the Urban Wolf series. Evernight Publishing picked up her series when her previous publisher went under and we are excited about that. Let’s give Naomi a warm welcome!

Give us the title and genre of your book and a quick 50 word or less tagline.

Blood Hunt – urban fantasy.

Werewolf Ayla Hammond is taking on Paris – but what kind of monster is stalking the streets of the City of Love, and will Ayla and her girlfriend survive it?

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Did you have any inspiration for this story or its characters?

This is the second novel in my Urban Wolf series, so the characters have been with me a while now (through one novella and the first novel). The inspiration for the story was twofold: I wanted to write something set in Paris as I have such amazing memories of the city, and I wanted to take a different approach to some classic urban fantasy tropes. I can’t say much more without spoiling the plot though!

Sounds incredible!

What was your favorite scene to write?  Why?

I do love writing action scenes, and there are plenty in Blood Hunt! But I think my very favourite was writing Ayla and Shannon visiting the Arc de Triomph, as that’s where my fiance took me to propose. So I have lots of very happy feelings associated with it!

Awwww! So awesome to connect a personal aspect into your story.

Give us an interesting and fun fact about your book and/or its characters.

I used a mix of real European folklore and my own imagination to create a lot of the history and werewolf lore in this series. You see a lot of that in Blood Hunt when Ayla and Shannon visit a few Parisian museums. I loved writing those scenes too!

As an author myself, I find one of the hardest parts to completing a story is coming up with a title that captures the true essence of the story.  How do you come up with the title to your stories?

Blood Hunt was originally published back in 2011 as Dark Hunt. The reason for that was there was another lesbian werewolf novel released a little earlier that year called Blood Hunt, so my original publisher felt we needed to go in a different direction. I liked Dark Hunt fine, but I felt it didn’t really reflect the book. When Evernight took the series on after the original publisher folded, I was quick to change the title back to Blood Hunt! I feel it gives a hint as to the plot without giving everything away, and captures the underlying horror elements of the story.

What’s the best piece of writing advice you’ve received?  The worst?

Best – “get it written, then get it right.” You can edit anything except a blank page, so give yourself permission to write crap if that’s what it takes to get the first draft done! Then you can polish it up.

That is great advice. Focusing on editing before it’s all out can cause roadblocks, at least for me. Allowing yourself to have days where you don’t write good stuff but knowing you can go back and edit later, frees the mind.

Worst – “write what you know.” I actually feel this, although well-intentioned – restrictive advice. Write what you love is a better maxim for me.

I like your advice coming out of your worst advice. I tend to write what I know, but I’ve ventured into the realm of paranormal recently and it’s been interesting!

What has been your most rewarding experience since becoming a published author?

Silver Kiss, the first novel in this series, was part of the American Library Association’s recommended GBLT list for 2011. It was an incredible achievement just to be nominated, but to actually make the list? Indescribable.

Wow! Congratulations on that! 🙂 That is awesome!

What book (or books) are you reading now?

I’m switching between Rogue Oracle by Alayna Williams in paperback and Goddess of Legend by Erin Ashley Tanner in ebook. Loving them both!

Do you have any unique talents or hobbies? 

I make my own perfumes and rumour has it they’re pretty good!


Three words that best describe you:

Creative, patient, eclectic.

Favorites of all Time:

Favorite Number?


Favorite Food?


Me too! Me too! J

Favorite Song?

Argh, so hard to pick just one…Love Like Winter by AFI

Favorite Movie?

I’m currently loving Pacific Rim, but for all time favourite, I have to go with The Last Unicorn (although it makes me cry every single time).

Oh The Last Unicorn! I loved that movie. Haven’t seen it in years!

Favorite place on Earth?

Northern Ireland.

Favorite memory?

Gotta go with seeing my fiance drop to one knee at the top of the Arc de Triomphe and ask me to marry him 🙂


Before you go, can you please provide us with a tantalizing snippet from your book?

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Beyond the portal, the skeletons began. The arrangement of bones was neat and orderly, with occasional bursts of arty patterns, like the heart shape made of skulls and shinbones. The bones were all yellowed with age, some of them cracked and chipped. Wolf skulls with empty eye sockets stared down at me from shadowy recesses, some heartbreakingly small—cubs, nestled in stone alongside their elder Pack mates. I ran my fingers over the smooth, dry bones, awed by the sheer number of them. Every now and then we ran into rusted gates that blocked off access to parts of the catacombs tour groups couldn’t visit. It was at one of those gates that I noticed a smell that shattered my wolf’s happy calm. Sweet. Rotting. I gagged.

“What’s wrong?” Shannon asked, slowing down to join me at the gate. “Ayla? Something wrong?” She peered through the bars of the gate with me, down the passage into blackness. You couldn’t see more than a foot ahead, but that horrible smell was coming from down there somewhere. It was faint, nothing like as strong as it had been round Mike’s body last night, but it was unmistakable.

How could Shannon not smell it? I glanced at her, saw no sign of revulsion or even awareness on her face. She couldn’t, I realized. She couldn’t smell it at all.

Le Monstre,” I said softly, letting my wolf move forward in my head, sharpening my senses without actually letting her out. She was nervous now, on edge and ready for flight. It was such an unnatural response for her—for me—that I didn’t know what to make of it. But with my senses switched on high, I was sure of one thing.

Whatever Le Monstre was, I didn’t think it was here. The smell was stale, maybe a few days old, which might explain why Shannon didn’t notice it. It was still strong enough for a wolf’s senses, but too faint for a human’s. Maybe the creature had a lair deeper within the catacombs, or had made a kill here recently. I couldn’t smell flesh or blood, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave the gate either. I needed to know what Le Monstre was, where it was. I curled my fingers round the bars, rust flaking off against my skin, and inhaled that scent, desperate to identify it.

“Ayla.” Shannon tugged at my sleeve. “Are you okay?”

“Is there a tour guide around?” I asked, barely hearing her question. “They need to get someone down there.”

She looked around. We’d started out tagging along behind a small group, but split off to visit the wolf caves and now we were alone, surrounded by shadow and bone. It was too easy to picture some lurking horror down in the darkness, feeding on human flesh. Panic burst through my wolf and suddenly I did feel claustrophobic and trapped; trapped down here with a monster that might be just on the other side of that gate.

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Naomi Clark lives in Cambridge and is a mild-mannered office worker by day, but a slightly crazed writer by night. She has a perfectly healthy obsession with giant sea creatures and a preference for vodka-based cocktails. When she’s not writing, Naomi is probably either reading or watching 80s cartoon shows, and sometimes she manages to do all three at once.