Get ready, get set…Boo! From paranormal to sweet historical romance, this Halloween is going to be fun! Join Kate Richards and E.D. Walker in celebrating their hot new releases! Would you like a yummy demon or a werewolf?
Archaic and powerful demon, Alessandro knew never to disappoint his overlord. On the night of Samhain, when veils thin and worlds collide, he enters Earth in deadly search of one thing: a soul—until the scent of cinnamon leads him to…a Halloween party?
Sweet and passionate, Gwenny, who spends her Halloween performing a ritual with her coven, will do whatever it takes to protect those she loves. Thrown in Alessandro’s company, she doesn’t realize the danger until their night of passion ends, and she has to choose whether to go along with the night’s evil mission or fight the Lords of Hell themselves to save herself and her cinnamon-loving demon.
He muttered something, and she tilted her head, unable to make it out.
“I said I’m like candy.”
“Like…candy?” Gwenny was getting more confused by the moment and she pulled away from him. “Why are you like candy?”
He tucked an arm under his head and smiled slightly. “Well, like heroin maybe. I mean I’m addictive. Not just me,” he qualified. “All of us. Once you’ve been with me, I’m afraid you won’t be satisfied by a mortal man. And I don’t want to do that to you.”
“Oh, right,” she said. “So if I…if we…go to bed together tonight, then you leave, my sex life will never make me happy, again. Have I got that right?”
“Yes, that’s about it.”
“I see. Hmmm.” She tapped her finger on her knee and looked at the demon again. He was damn cute. And she hadn’t had sex for quite some time anyway, since she didn’t make a practice of sleeping around. But something about this man, this demon, touched her in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. Maybe never.
He was incredibly handsome, and totally built. But there were a lot of guys out there who looked good. He was strong; she could feel his muscles flexing when he held her. And he smelled so good, spicy in a way that she found incredibly appealing. But the real truth was, he had an air of vulnerability about him that she would never have expected to find in a demon—even if she had known they existed. It made her want to protect him, to use her power to save him from the punishment he was facing just to spend a little time with her—a human he met only a couple of hours before.
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Lady Kathryn’s father has sent her to court to find a husband, but being penniless and disinterested doesn’t bode well for her success. Bored by the petty intrigues of court, she finds her loneliness is eased when the king charges her with the care of his newest acquisition: an uncanny black wolf. What the king doesn’t realize is his remarkable pet was once Gabriel, his favorite knight, cursed into wolf form by an unfaithful wife.
The beast’s too-knowing eyes and the way he seems to understand her every utterance convinces Kathryn the wolf is more than what he seems. Resolving to restore him, she doesn’t count on the greatest obstacle being Gabriel himself. The longer he stays in wolf form as a captive of the court, the harder it becomes for him to remember his humanity. And to fight his wolfish urges to maim and kill.
Only Kathryn’s affection and determination stand between Gabriel the wolf and Gabriel the man. But when the one who betrayed Gabriel returns to court, will Kathryn’s love be enough to keep Gabriel from exacting a brutish revenge that will condemn the wolf to death?
Lady Kathryn de Réméré understood where her duty lay. She did—truly. The hitch, though, the tricky part, the really twisty trouble was . . . . Well, she was actually having a difficult time convincing herself that her duty was to do her duty.
The royal court had not taken part in a hunt since the marriage of the Princess Aliénor to their king a month previous. Kathryn had only been one of the queen’s ladies since Aliénor’s marriage, but in one short month Kathryn had grown very fond of her queen. She would do almost anything for her, but . . . did it have to be hunting?
Riding had never been one of Kathryn’s favorite pastimes either, and when her father had gambled away the funds necessary to keep their horses, the loss of her late mother’s bay mare had caused Kathryn only a small touch of regret.
Kathryn certainly liked horses, and riding could be pleasant, but this—this neck-or-nothing tear through the woods, the bouncing and jostling and branches hitting her in the face, and all the while the great brute below her ignoring all her most urgent instructions.
The horse recognized who was master, and it certainly was not the featherweight astride his back pulling ineffectually, and rather irritatingly, at his reins. He had his head now and would not have slowed for a rider twice as skillful as Kathryn.
Her horse broke from the group of hunters and went careening wildly off into the brush. A bare moment later, Kathryn heaved forward off her horse’s neck, the ground rising up to meet her. She lay stunned in the damp leaves, the musty smell of the dirt thick in her nostrils, while the careless beast gleefully galloped his way back to his home stable for some oats and a good brushing down.
The chase was on, though, and Kathryn would not be missed by her companions for some time yet.
Only slightly dazed, when her wits recovered sufficiently and the world stopped spinning, she stood with the aid of an obliging tree trunk to take in her surroundings. The lush forest possessed a heavy covering of brush on the ground, clustering around the roots of the tall trees. Kathryn put a hand to her chest, trying to calm her still-hammering heart. “Help. Anyone? Hello?” The forest swallowed her cries, and the only sounds around her now were the gentle rustlings of the trees. She swallowed sudden fear, stifling it, and started walking, hoping someone had noticed her difficulties and come looking.
She would be having a long day if they had not.
Kathryn gulped in a deep breath, then tilted her head to listen as a strange noise caught her attention. She froze and held her breath.
Barking, horses and—the high-pitched howl of a wolf?
I thought we hunted the hart this day. This thought was swiftly chased away by another and rather more alarming one: They’re coming this way. The crashing of hooves through the underbrush filled her ears, along with the bloodthirsty cries of the hunting dogs and the triumphant shouts of the men.
She stood at the edge of a small clearing. A hoyden in her youth, Kathryn had little difficulty maneuvering even with her hampering skirts. Quickly, she swung herself up onto the first branch of the nearest tree. Just in time too. The king and his entourage, having trapped their quarry at last, came thundering into the clearing, trampling over the place where she had been standing.
The wolf smelled the dogs before he heard the sounds of the hunt echoing in his forest. The hounds scented him before they gave chase, howling and baying while they tracked his progress through the woods. The werewolf’s scent would drive the dogs mad, as the stench of magic always did the trick on poor beasts.
Ah, well. The wolf believed himself to be rather smarter than even the wiliest hunting dog and had tricks enough to bring himself safely home. He stretched his muscles and broke into a run, shoulders flexing, muscles singing at the exercise.
He caught a hint of smell then—the merest breath to fill his nostrils. But this was enough. A spasm of grief choked him, and a whine broke from his throat. The wolf stopped. He could not have moved if he’d wanted to—and he did not want to.
My king, he thought, just before the hounds caught up to him.
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