Book 3 in Declan Sands' Blood-Hound Series is More Fun than a Barrel of Shifters!

Book 3 - Blood-Hound

Giant snakes, hell-hounds, intergalactic police -- when can sexy shifters find time for love?

The brothers have their hands full trying to keep their boss at Bailey Bonds safe from the alien who wants to replace him on Earth. To make things worse, the same alien appears to have something to do with the infiltration of the Intergalactic Police and the deaths of many of Falen's friends and fellow officers. As things unfold, the Blood brothers and their lovers quickly find themselves muzzle deep in lethal aliens, and it will take every skill they have to keep Bailey alive and dig out the truth of what's going on.

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“Seriously?” Matt shook his head in wonder.

Bailey didn’t bother to respond. He just sighed again, his long, disgusting tongue testing the air in front of his half visible snout.

Matt looked at Rum. “Can you do anything about this?”

The fairy knelt down in front of the pipe and looked at Bailey. “Why don’t you just shift back?”

“I tried. I’m too upssssset.”

Falen and Cliff shared a look before Falen asked, “Is it because of your…” he glanced at Littlejohn and Petra. “…problem?”

“Yesssss.”

Petra frowned. “Look, guys, whatever this is you need to tell us. We’ll help you protect him if we can.”

Rum stood up, wiping his hands on the thighs of his faded jeans. “She’s right. If what you told us is true, these guys have infiltrated the marshal’s office. There’s no reason to think they haven’t gotten to the police too.”

Littlejohn’s eyes widened. “Now I’m sure you need to tell us. Spill it, Bloods.”

Matt sighed. “I agree you need to know, but first things first. We need to get the stupid snake out of the pipe.”

“Hey, that’sssss not niccccce. The ssssstupid sssssnake can hear you.”

“He just needs to shift back,” Falen offered helpfully.

“He can’t shift when he’s stressed,” Matt responded. He grinned. “Who wants to give him a soothing massage?”

Amazingly, there were no takers.

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Sam's Sunday Snippets

This Valentine’s Day, Rori’s gonna meet an honest to god Cupid. And he’ll use more than arrows to win her love.

Rori Foster is too beautiful to find love. Men just can’t seem to look past her exterior to recognize the human being inside. But, this Valentine’s Day, Rori’s gonna meet an honest to god Cupid. And he’ll use more than arrows to win her love.

Unfortunately he’ll have to save her from the bad intentions of a cocky Love Demon first.

But Damios is determined to protect her. Even if he loses her in the process.

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Bitten by Paranormal Romance gives Cupid a 4 

– A Pack Howl!

"This is a delightful and sexy story of competition not only in the office, but between a cupid and a demon." 

Feeling as if she had no choice, Rori slipped a finger beneath the flap, breaking the wax seal, and pulled out a carefully folded note written on crème-colored paper. The paper felt expensive and the handwriting was exquisite. Rori suddenly couldn’t wait to see who’d written it.

She started to read, and the rest of the office fell away under the spell of the love note.

Dearest Rori,

Someone once told me that the sun was more beautiful than the moon because it was brighter and life sprang from its powers, whereas the moon only pulled on the oceans and fired man’s imagination.

I thought then, as I do now, that imagination is the greatest gift mankind will ever receive and, without it, life would be a cold and uninhabitable place. That is why you are my moon. You pull at me, draw me in, and make me imagine all manner of things I could never envision without you by my side.

With you, I can imagine a world where I am loved. Where I am not alone. Where I look forward to every day, every moment of my life, knowing that you are in it with me.

With you, Rori, the sun feels all that much brighter, its rays secondary to your own bright power, its intensity paling against the furnace of your body holding mine.

I know now that I can’t have you, sweet Rori . I will live with that. But I will keep the memory of your velvet skin, the taste of your sweet lips, and the once fond regard of your beautiful brown eyes in my heart… holding their magic against the days when I no longer wish to go on.

I will be a man without imagination…a man without love. For no other could ever fill the place in my heart you have claimed.

My parting words to you are these: do not ever sell yourself short.

You are the moon and the stars—and, yes, the sun—all wrapped up into one lovely package. I don’t speak of your beautiful exterior, but the exquisiteness of your mind and soul. You must never hold yourself in low esteem because of others. Those who do not treasure you are locked inside their own selfish interests, unable or unwilling to see you as you really are.

You are a jewel, precious beyond measure. 

You are my moon, Rori. And I will always love you.

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Sam's Sunday Snippet

It's that time of year again! I'm putting the finishing touches on this year's Halloween Love Series novella, entitled Deep, Dark, Desire, which will be available in a couple of weeks. So I'm highlighting another book in the series this week. But first, to set the stage, here's the series blurb:


HALLOWEEN LOVE SERIES

My Halloween Love series follows the Lupire, a race of elite protectors with both werewolf and vampire in their bloodlines, and the beautiful black females of the Lupa Guardian pack. These two elite groups share a common goal...to protect the magical and human worlds from evil. What they don't realize...yet...is that their destinies are also intertwined under mating magic...the most powerful force any of them will ever encounter.

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Fight the blackness, Phelan. Come back to me.

Cassidy’s words slid through his soul as her sweet blood worked its magic on his body. Phelan’s mind fractured, torn by pain and lust. He broke into spasms of shaking, the shriveled thing in his hand dripping blood that sizzled in the dirt below.

Phelan focused hard on the sound of her words in his mind, pulling at their meaning with his broken mind, losing it, and then grabbing hold again, until, suddenly, he knew what he must do. He reached down and touched her chest, above her barely beating heart, and sent the magic into her. She jerked and her body came up off the ground under the effects of the massive power.

Phelan was dimly aware of the alpha hitting his back again, and the bright pain of teeth against his neck. But he didn’t care. He felt Cassidy’s heart begin to beat harder, and color flooded her pale cheeks.

When Cassidy gasped a breath and her eyes opened, Phelan threw back his head and laughed, the sound deep and booming, as it reverberated through the dense tree growth of the wood.

Her body settled gently back to Earth and Phelan stood, dropping Darius in the dirt behind him unnoticed. With a roar, Phelan flung the black heart into the sky.

It flew impossibly high, toward the bright moon above, and then erupted into flame, sparking like a tiny star, and disappeared. Phelan sagged to his knees in the dirt, his head drooping against his chest.

Silence throbbed around them for a long moment, broken only by the soft panting of the alpha behind him.

Phelan felt as if every cell in his body had been beaten and sucked dry of energy. He could barely keep his head above the ground. A soft hand touched the back of his neck and slid like silk down his back. “Are you all right?”

He pulled her scent into his lungs and felt his body begin to heal. After a moment he nodded. She started to rise but he grabbed her wrist, pulling her down to her knees in front of him. “Don’t go. I need you.”

Their gazes met and held. Her lips quivered with some emotion he couldn’t identify. He ached to taste them, to pull the essence of her life into his cold exhausted body. Phelan leaned forward slightly. She swayed toward him. Their lips met and Phelan’s heart surged at the sweet contact. Strength returned to his body in a rush.

His arms slid around her waist and he pulled her up tightly against him. Her soft breasts crushed warmly against his ribs and his aching hardness pressed her soft belly. Cassidy whimpered and opened her lips, drawing his tongue to hers with instinctual skill. Phelan groaned as he tasted her sweetness, and pulled her so tight against his body that she cried out.

He forced himself to loosen his grip and pulled away. Standing up, he reached down for her, drawing her to her feet. “Come.”

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Sam's Sunday Snippets

"This book was wonderful. Just enough spice with a LOT of fun mixed in. Maybe one day the heroine WILL learn what STAY means. You will have to read it to understand..." Reader Review

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Blaise used the light of the fire to find a door and went outside. Emerging from the building into the same alley where the sexy private detective had jumped, she squinted into the darkness, listening for any sound that would give her a clue where he’d gone.

She started down the alley, her eyes shifting left and right on a constant, terrified rotation. She opened her mouth and tried calling him in a husky whisper. “Here cranky sexy man…here cranky, cranky.”

Nothing.

Blaise tried again, louder this time. “Yoo hoo, hunky man with a gun…come out, come out wherever you are.”

She didn’t hear him come up behind her. Didn’t know he was there until a strong arm snaked around her waist and pulled her backward. She squeaked in alarm as he snugged her up against a long, hard body that smelled of mint and clean male animal.

“You think I’m hunky?”

His voice rumbled against her back, sending ripples of need spiraling through her belly and lower, to the area between her thighs that throbbed for him.

She realized she should panic, he was holding her tight, showing no signs of letting her go, and she knew nothing about him. Nothing except the fact that he made her body go all melty with need when he touched her. Fear didn’t have a chance against all the other feelings. It was easily swamped by a tsunami of lust and, amazingly, an irresistible feeling of safety when he was near. 

The woman felt incredible in his arms. Her softly rounded butt curved against his hopeful shaft and made his mind cloud with lust. Her waist was tiny, her large breasts brushing the top of his arm where it encircled her. Against his better judgment, his lips found the warm skin of her neck and forged a soft trail downward, where the skimpy dress left much of her soft, ebony skin for him to explore.

She shivered as his tongue slid out to taste the spot where her pulse beat against his lips, sending her sweet, warm scent into the air to draw him in.

Her head dropped backward to lean against his chest, allowing him full access to her throat, and she made a little mewling sound as he spread one hand across her belly, rubbing it in gentle spirals.

The other hand lifted to cup an enormous breast, feeling the hard peak of a nipple under his palm.

She turned suddenly in his arms and captured his lips, pressing her delectable curves into his body as she wrapped her long arms around his neck. Her lips were so incredibly soft and her breath was sweet with the remnants of Champagne and the underlying taste of woman.

Her lips opened and her tongue slid out to tangle with his, making Dolfe groan with need and press his fingers into her sweetly rounded butt. He held her against his groin so he could grind his hard shaft against her belly.

He knew they were reacting from an overdose of adrenaline. Channeling fear into sexual heat was a common phenomenon, understandable under the circumstances, but that didn’t make the feelings any less real.

Something crashed down the alley and he jumped away from her, dragging her behind his body with one hand and lifting his Glock with the other. 

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Sam's Sunday Snippet

What do you get when you Match a Strong Honeybun Female with a Dark, Incredibly Sexy Middle Eastern Hero?  Honeybun Sheik!

Night Owl Reviews Top Pick! "I love this book from the role reversal of Calia taking on the active role of bodyguard and protecting Abdel and that Abdel did not fit the stereotype of a narrow minded Arab. He's gorgeous, funny and appreciates both a joke and a woman who knows her own mind. I shall be checking out other books by this author. This one is an adventurous romp and a charmingly sexy romance." 

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Abdel Ezzat brushed a hand over his visor to clear it of snow. He could have sworn he saw a woman fly by between the evergreens. He stopped his snowmobile and turned it off. The high pitched whine of another engine filled the silence he’d expected. 

He climbed off his sled and removed his helmet, settling it on the seat. As he made his way toward the sound of the idling sled, he noticed that the light snow he’d started his ride in had turned to near blizzard conditions.

If he didn’t get back to his chalet soon, there was a good chance he’d be stuck out there. He’d probably freeze to death. 

He briefly considered turning back, taking his sled home. It was probably just some fool, like him, who’d thought that a ride in the snow would allow him to hide from the reality of his life for a while. But something about the sound of that engine bothered him. So, against his better judgment, he stepped through the thick copse of evergreen trees.

She was lying face down in the snow. Not moving. Her head and face were covered by a fur trimmed hood, but it was easy to see that it was a woman. The soft curves were evident in a slim fitting white snow suit and her feet were warmly encased in fur boots. 

Pulling off one of his gloves, Abdel reached down and found the side of her neck beneath the ski jacket. Despite the bitter temperatures, her skin was warm and oh so soft under his fingertips. 

Her pulse was strong. He reached down and pulled off a soft boot and scratched the bottom of her foot. The leg twitched. 

No apparent paralysis. He thought it was safe to move her. Looking toward the sky, he realized she would die if he didn’t. So he decided to take the chance. 

He stood up and walked over to her sled, shutting it off. Silence settled over the night like a chilly blanket. The thick, heavy snowflakes drifted silently around them, nearly obscuring the woman within only moments of her accident. 

Abdel walked back and turned her over . Short, curly, reddish-black hair framed a creamy, brown face with high cheekbones and a thick fringe of lashes that formed feathery arcs against her skin. A jolt of sensual awareness hit him as her lush, red lips and flawless skin were illuminated in the dappled light from his sled on the other side of the tree line. 

His damsel in distress was delicious. 

Abdel swore. Just what he needed.

He scooped her up and stood. His chalet wasn’t far. And he had people there who could help her. 

Abdel figured she’d be fine. 

The question was, with a beautiful woman in the house, would he?

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