RussiaThe elegant bedroom in a luxurious hotel was a decadent feast for the senses. The dark and yellow-veined marble walls reflected the glow of the priceless antique chandelier; the lacquered furniture was designed to accommodate the most adventurous sexual fantasies; even the high ceiling was painted with naughty naked women.Lying in the middle of the grand-sized bed drenched in luxurious satin and black velvet, Joseph Gosling was jerked from his fleeting pleasure by the persistent buzz of his private cell phone.His hand reached for the phone even as the young man straddled his naked body prepared to impale himself on his stiff erection."Don’t answer it," the beautiful human with short brown hair and pale brown eyes moaned, his lips trailing over his chest. "Please, my love.""Get off, human," he growled, his blue eyes glowing as the wolf inside him stirred with anger."Call them back later.""Get the hell off."With a sweep of his arm, Joseph knocked the man aside, rising from

Fifty miles away from the cavern, the high cliff overlooking the south of Canvey Island, was perfectly suited to hide a pack of renegade demons. The abandoned wooden cottage was miles from its nearest neighbour, and the thick tangle of trees deterred all but the most determined hikers. But it was not only the isolation that had lured Jasmine and her friends, feral werewolves and witches, to the remote peak. No, it was the echoing magic that lingered in the rich black earth and the power of the churning waters below. Not that she wouldn’t have preferred an elegant house, complete with acres of marble and priceless works of art. She loves anything that screams of power and riches, and being an ordinary werewolf warrior was nothing but boring. She was not, after all, like her sister, who loves to kiss the council’s ass from time to time. Jasmine was different. She had the ambition to rule the land, and if being a queen of demons was the way, who was she to pass up the opportunity? She w

"Please, what little witch?" Rhye muttered. He was by far too shocked to know when he returned to the cave and the witch was sleeping and moaning like she was about to reach her peak.Lily groaned and opened her eyes, and all she ever wanted was to melt into the bed and be done with her life. Did he hear her moan and call his name? How could she dream of him like that? Jesus! ‘This is really embarrassing,’ she thought."I-I had a nightmare…" she grumbled under her breath and shook her head."Oh really?" He smirked. His slender, bronzed fingers reached out to curl around her hand. His skin was cool, but it managed to send a sharp flare of heat racing straight to the pit of her stomach. ‘Damn it! 'Get a grip, Lily.’ "If it is such a special nightmare, I assume?"She nodded her head and knitted her forehead with his obvious mocking statement."Then why does it make you moan and utter my name like I’m about to give you the most amazing climax?" Rhye murmured softly.She choked and widen

The land south and west of the mountains flattened from high ridges to rolling meadows and heavily wooded acres. Squatting down to study the narrow mud route, Rhye could hear the rustle of squirrels and rabbits, as well as wild wolves. Precisely the vicious game that would persuade a bunch of thirsty feral werewolves or the demons. Too bad there wasn’t an indication of a demon in the air. Not a whiff, not a trace, not even a stray hair.There was a rustle beside him, and the fragrance of vanilla taunted his senses.The Witch Livia.His jaw clenched as his body bitterly acknowledged her nearness.For Christ's sake, he thought his days of trouble were behind him. He’d murdered his adversaries and receded to the barricaded protection of his mansion ten years ago. His life was deemed to be one of harmony and peace.There was nothing quite in the way his body scorched for the woman who couldn’t agree on if she wanted to rip off his clothes or jab a stake in his heart. Or in the reasoning,

"Livia, the fire is magical. You’ll heal from the burns," Alpha Rhye rasped, his body quivering with the need to rush her to safety. He shifted into his giant wolf form and howled so loudly that the cabin seemed to tremble. "No! I'm not leaving you. What if... yes, only to be killed by the freaking demons? No Rhye, I’m not a wuss, I'm not leaving you to become toast." "Damn it, woman!" He shouted! "Now get the hell out of here." The smoke thickened, the heat already bringing beads of sweat to Lily’s face, but the woman stubbornly refused to flee. "Forget it, alpha. It’s not happening." Grumbling outdated feralses and more than a few belittling comments on the brains of witches in general, and one in particular, Rhye’s wolf wrapped his furry arms around his personal thorn in his side, and with one mighty surge smashed through the back side of the cabin. Even buffered by Rhye’s huge body, Lily’s breath was pulled from her lungs as they crashed through the side of the small shack a