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THRASHER – Book 9 in the Bestselling Enigma Series releases August 31st. Are you all caught up? Be prepared for non-stop action, high energy angst, and a love story that’s sure to scramble your emotions! 
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Red Moon Rising By Erzabet Bishop   Bare branches of the tree line dotted the twilight sky. A brisk autumn breeze blew past and Kendall shivered. She huddled next to her car for warmth, but it wasn’t helping. The acrid smell of burning leaves tickled her nose. Mischief ran freely in the air tonight. She could sense it. Not much longer till Samhain. Just another month or so.  Time enough before the Witch’s Ball for her to make a bit of cash to get her costume in order. The park lay silent, save for the chirp of an occasional cricket and animals running in the brush. A refreshing change after her hectic day at the needlework shop. The pre-holiday sale had gone a little too well, and Kendall was exhausted. Endless hours winding skeins of yarn and teaching women to wield crochet hooks and knitting needles tended to fray her nerves. Especially the gaggle of stitchers that always seemed to show up on Wednesday mornings. They brought their samplers but for the last three weeks she swore not one x got crossed or one needle actually got run. Clueless the lot of them. She’d never seen a bunch of women take hours to accomplish absolutely nothing. Well, except make her miserable and drink the shop out of iced tea. “Unbelievable.” She muttered to herself. Her nerves were still smarting after one of them had complained to Astrid, her boss, that she had given them attitude. Astrid had rolled her eyes and dealt with the woman but she was pretty certain the discussion wasn’t over. Talk about the last freaking thing she needed. What was it with busy body women anyway? Her mother and Astrid were in the same coven. She was more than capable at setting up her own curses, thank you very much. She didn’t need help. The bitch had better watch her step the next time she came into the shop. Spit might not be the only thing she needed to worry about being in her tea. Kendall let out a throaty laugh that echoed in the silent parking lot. “Okay. This isn’t a serial killer special here. WTF? Dude I have to go.” She stomped her foot and checked her phone for the time. She wanted to get this meeting over with.  Her girlfriend Cybelle waited for her. They planned on looking though the costume shop site once she got paid. After weeks of nothing, a bite on her ad came through.  She texted the client shewould meet him after her shift at Cast Two Stitches. Things were lean and she needed the cash. Spell work for hire. Pretty straight forward. A love spell. A banishing or two. No biggie. What she didn’t like was meeting random weirdoes in the city park after dark. Astrid would kill her if she knew. So would her mom for that matter. The coven kept harping about not going out alone. Get real. It was the city. She was within earshot of practically everyone. If something happened, she could scream, and somebody would come running. The news reported another murder a few days ago.  Kendall wasn’t worried. She felt around in her pocket, palming the pepper spray she kept on her for just these occasions. Her stomach growled and she flipped her black hair out of her eyes impatiently. He had kept her here twenty minutes already. She should have stopped by the drive in on her way but she wanted to get Chinese take-out with Cybelle. The wind cut through her thin outfit, and she let out a curse. “Damn, I should have brought a coat.” Kendall ground out.  Her long black dress and clunky shoes did little to stave off the chill. She rubbed her hands along her arms to try and gather some warmth. If she got back in her car, the guy might miss her and leave. “Okay. Anytime now.” Kendall’s eyes scanned the growing darkness. So beautiful. So quiet. She missed coming here. It’s not like the park was in the country or something. It was only a few blocks away from the store.  The timing was pretty much right on with her needing costume money. At least it would have been if the guy had been on time and she wasn’t starving. The moon hung full and low in the sky and she sensed the pull deep in her bones. In the darkness to her left a light flickered. Kendall turned her gaze and found a dark form bounding out of the tree line right toward her at breakneck speed. “Jeez buddy. Are you okay?”  Kendall took a step back as the guy rushed closer. “Holy shit buddy. Stop! StoooopppNoooooo!”  The wolfen face was twisted, the eyes manic as the jaws opened and snapped against her face. The creature knocked her against the car. The fetid breath blew warm into her face. Kendall reached for her spell bag, but the beast came upon her too quickly. Grabbing a hold of the strap, he tore it from her. A bottle of potion burst, letting loose a spell of confusion.  The creature slipped and fell to the side, allowing her a brief window of escape. Kendall darted off into the woods, running like the hounds of Hell were after her. Branches and twigs snapped as she burst through the trees. No trail visible to her hurried glance, her eyes strained to see in the darkness. Clouds covered the moon. Another light twinkled in the distance. She ran toward it. Someone was there. Maybe they could help. Her feet bounded against the earth, her breath hard and fast in her ears. Behind her she heard the wolf making progress. The source of the light came from a small clearing.  Kendall burst through the trees, her breath labored. Her chest burned. A form stood in the center of a crudely drawn out pentagram gouged into the earth. “You.” Kendall rasped. “Why?” “Why ever not?” A flash of silver emerged from the woman’s robes. Kendall swung around to run. The beast countered her movements, blocking her way. Its yellow eyes glowed in the darkness. She never felt the blade enter. Only the sensation of falling as the ground rose up to meet her face. *** Detective Devi Watson pressed the mask against her face and sighed. The changing room at The Blue Minx was quiet and for the moment deserted. Time enough to get her identity hidden behind the black velvet and sequins.  She scooped her brown hair up into a messy up do and un capped a tube of blood red lipstick. She stared at the brilliant shade, her mind traveling back to when Astrid first gave her the silver tube. Astrid. Goddess she missed her. It had been three years. Yeah. And whose fault was that? “You look sexy in that shade of red.” Astrid came out of her bedroom with a small object in her hand. The florescent glow of the bathroom lights brought out the silvery blue in her eyes and the inky black waves of her hair. All ready to hit the club, Astrid was a knockout in her blue micro skirt and black corset. It was their place. No one from the coven went there and they could be themselves. Not a witch or a cop, but a couple.                 “Thanks.” Devi zipped up the side panel on the dress and adjusted her cleavage. Her breasts filled out the top portion of the vintage pinup outfit to a tee. Her hair was styled in old fashioned large curls parted down the middle, letting her long brown hair flow in waves down her back. One glance at her girl and her pulse pounded in her throat. “Are you sure we have to go? You’re good enough to eat.”                 Astrid laughed, her lips curling up into a smile. “You’re just afraid one of your cop friends is going to see you.”                 Devi’s eyes met Astrid’s in the mirror. She’d hit home and Astrid immediately frowned. Cops and witches didn’t get along. It was well known Devi’s family were hereditary witches and it had taken her a long time to help them see her as a cop, not a supernatural freak they had to worry about.                 “I’m sorry Devi. Your mom is still really pissed at you quitting the coven. Now I hardly ever see you anymore.” Astrid wrapped her arms around Devi and kissed her on the cheek. “I thought going to the club was good for us. You love to be adventurous.”                 “I love the club. But tonight I just wanted it to be us. Here. Together.” Devi protested, moving out of Astrid’s embrace to find her earrings. If Astrid wanted to go, then she would, but with great misgivings.                 “If you want…only I sort of reserved us one of the special rooms. It is our anniversary after all.” Astrid’s lips quirked into a flirty smile. “My mother knows full well why I left.” A slow burn of anger began to simmer in her gut. Her mother found ways to ruin everything. First her coven family and now her time with her girlfriend. She jerked the back off the earring and fastened it, repeating the action with the other ear. Two diamonds sparkled back at her in the glass. She could never tell Astrid why she’d left. Only that she didn’t want to be in the family business. Witches…great. Fine. Whatever. She looked at the tell-tale scars along the fleshy part of her arm. What she would not be was a monster.                 “Are you ever going to tell me what happened?” Astrid put her hand on her arm.                 “No. Just drop it okay?” Devi sighed. “I want to enjoy the night.”                 “So let’s get out of here.” Astrid looped her arms around her and held out a small silver tube. “This is for you.”                 “What is it?”                 “Can’t you guess?” Astrid purred, running a finger down between her breasts.                 “Oh you are  naughty tonight. I ought to take you over my knee and give you a swat for teasing me.”                 “Is that a threat or a promise?” Astrid taunted, turning around and wiggling her very sexy derriere at Devi.                 Devi caught her by the hand and swung her around into her arms. “I’m going to paddle your backside until you won’t be able to twitch that sassy ass for a week.”                 “Oh really?”                 “Yes really.”                 “Prove it.” Astrid reached up and planted a kiss on Devi’s lips.                 All the anger at her mother leached out of her in that second. The only thing was the warm and caring woman in her arms. Astrid ground her lips against Devi’s, urging them to open wide. Her tongue slipped inside and mated with Devi’s, making her weak in the knees. Then Astrid reached up and pinched Devi on the backside.                 “Come here you wicked girl.” Devi ground out. She led her to the bed and sat down. Careful not to wrinkle the vintage costume, she pointed to her lap.                 “Over my knees, saucy wench.”                 “Well whatever for?” Astrid lowered her lashes and tried to look demure. Her long black hair framed her face, making her appear like a child playing dress up. A very adult dress up.                 “Three swats for that pinch, missy. Then we’ll see.”                 Magic sparked in Astrid’s eyes, making the blue swirl bright purple. “You think I’m going to make it easy for you?”                 Devi smiled her own brand of wicked smile. It was only the two of them and she could be herself. If she was careful. Harnessing the element of air, she reached up and snapped her fingers. Astrid hurtled toward her, Devi catching her mid-flight.                 “Never think I’ve given up on being a witch. I just choose how and why.” She whispered in Astrid’s ear.                 “Oh.”                 “Now. I want you to count with me.”                 Devi raised her hand and lifted up the flounce of the micro skirt. Her hand struck Astrid’s ass and she smiled.                 Read more this summer in: Red Moon Rising coming in late summer or early autumn 2014.


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Release date: June 11, 2014

Description: Sonia is a succubus with one goal: stay off Hell’s radar. But when succubi start to die, including her sometimes lover, Jeannie, she’s drawn into battle between good and evil. Fae is a blood witch turned vampire, running a tattoo parlor and trading her craft for blood. She notices that something isn’t right on the streets of her city. The denizens of Hell are restless. With the aid of her nest mate Perry and his partner Charley, she races against time before the next victim falls. The killer has a target in his sights, and Sonia might not live to see the dawn.   Excerpt:   Blood pounded in her temples, and Sonia’s feet hit the pavement. Tears blurred her vision as the reality of what almost happened sunk in.   Also check out:



Demons. Angels. And strippers… Oh my! Enter the exclusive world of Club Rook, an erotic women’s club… built over a portal to hell. Demons walk the streets but angels do, too, and which is which may surprise you. No other 500+ page novel is released in weekly installments of 10,000+ words each accompanied by a music video and original EDM/dubstep song. Watch and listen every Monday at or buy the soundtrack now at An erotic hybrid of “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” and “Lost Girl,” “Club Rook” is drenched in secrets, sex and monsters. Hunter Echo Abeje may own the Rook, but witch/seer Shanti sets the wards; alchemist/dealer Jules brews the potions, and musician/dominatrix Heather is a fierce fighter. And don’t forget Temperance Ruiz, the newest dancer at the Rook, and so much more. All Angels of Anarchy serials are published weekly in a television-like format (with an ensemble of characters) written by a team if writers each in charge of her own characters. Check out all our serials at and read them weekly or in complete season editions of twelve episodes each. Dive into a new episode of “Club Rook” and immerse your senses — read, watch and listen.   Giveaway:   Answer one of  the questions for a chance to win an e-book copy of Sigil Fire!   What supernatural creature do you like to read about?   Are you a frequent reader of lesbian fiction or f/f erotica? What do you like about it and what are some things that you want to see more of/less of?


 About the author: Erzabet Bishop has been crafting stories since she could pound keys on her parents’ old typewriter. She has only just learned that it is a whole lot more fun writing naughty books. She is a contributing author to the Silk Words website with her Fetish Fair choose your own romantic adventure stories, Elemental Passions (upcoming), Potnia, A Christmas To Remember, Taboo II, Forbidden Fruit,  Club Rook: The Series, Sweat, Bossy, When the Clock Strikes Thirteen, Unbound Box, Milk & Cookies & Handcuffs, Holidays in Hell, Corset Magazine: Sex Around the World Issue and Man vs. Machine: The Sex Toy Issue, Smut by the Sea Volume 2, Hell Whore Volume 2, Can’t Get Enough (upcoming, Cleis), Slave Girls, The Big Book of Submission (upcoming Cleis), Hungry for More (upcoming Cleis), Gratis II, Anything She Wants, Dirty Little Numbers, Kink-E magazine, Eternal Haunted Summer,  Coming Together: Girl on Girl, Shifters and Coming Together: Hungry for Love among others. She is the author of Lipstick(upcoming), Dinner Date, Tethered, Red Moon Rising, Sigil Fire,The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation.  She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies. When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.


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Dirty Love by Olivia Starke: A 1 Night Stand Novel



A 1Night Stand story by Olivia Starke

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I’m not sure what inspired the story, or my characters, for that matter. Kat and Jared are definitely an odd couple, and even more so once you get into the meat of the work. Perhaps I wanted to take two people who shouldn’t have ever considered one another and throw them together to see what happened. And it worked wonderfully! Their chemistry sizzles, and once they come together…well I’ll leave that for the story to tell 😉

I’ve thrown in a few twists, along with some vampire and werewolf fun. Though I don’t tell you who is what in the beginning, I let the reader find out as they read. And that isn’t the only surprise. I honestly had a lot of fun writing this, and thinking up ways to make my readers go “Oh wow, I didn’t see that coming.” Expect a fast paced and spicy good time as you go on the adventure with my hero and heroine. And I hope you’re thrilled in more ways than one!

With Decadent Publishing’s popular 1Night Stand series, the most unlikely pairings are put together by Madame Evangeline, 1NS owner. Though her clients originally plan one hot night of passion, she has other ideas for a happily ever after.


Kat goes on the prowl looking for a one night stand to rile up her new friends. A little shock and awe to keep her sane in a life no longer hers. When she’s matched with Jared through 1Night Stand, he seems perfect for her plans. Conservative, sweet, and sexy as sin, she’s ready for one hell of a ride.

But Jared is more than she bargained for—much more. And when her plans for amusement turn dangerous will the two find a way to stay alive?


“Come on.” She winked. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“I thought these things were urban legend. I never imagined I’d see one in real life.”

His date’s gaze glimmered with mischief. “There are lots of big hairy surprises out there for those brave enough to search for them.”

“Like you, for one.” He cleared his throat. “Except for the hairy part. I hope, anyway.”

A slight blush colored her cheeks, and he brushed his knuckles over the soft skin there. Shadows marred the smoothness beneath her eyes. Had she been sick? Or maybe her party girl lifestyle drew out too much. She stepped back.

“Cowboy up, sugar.” She grasped his hand and pulled him forward, again surprising him with her power. Under the softness of her curves lay a fair amount of muscle. He swallowed. She could ride him without tiring, take his maddened pounding for hours. It’d take all night to spend the pent up energy boiling in his veins. He’d passed the point of return; jerking off wouldn’t satiate his needs. Without sex, and soon, he’d run howling through the streets, a crazed animal.

After taking an elevator to the basement level of the parking garage, she led him to a red door and rapped on its freshly painted surface. Dark corners closed in on them. The hairs on his arms and neck rose. He sensed being watched. More cameras. Were as many inside? And maybe a live Internet feed his family could run across in some improbable way?

Don’t create imaginary monsters. He squared his shoulders.

A partition slid open. Dark eyes narrowed, focusing on Kat who lifted a pale brow. The panel slammed closed, and Jared let a small sigh slip. Could he be off the hook? This night had turned out to be more than he’d bargained for, leaving him ready to tuck tail and run. Find somewhere else to indulge his feral wants with his date. The door swung open, and the odor of incense assaulted him. His escape option evaporated.







Olivia Starke calls the Ozarks home. One of the most beautiful areas in the country, she loves hiking trails with her dogs, kayaking on the numerous waterways, and enjoying southern Missouri’s fresh air and sunshine.

She’s also ‘Mom’ to four dogs, a growing number of kitties that show up at her door, and four VERY spoiled horses that do little to earn their keep. Not that she’d ever hold that against them.

She’s a HUGE fangirl of Doctor Who and to a lesser extent Supernatural, and has a pretty interesting love triangle (or square?) going on in her head between the Doctor and the Winchesters.


Thanks for being on the blog today Olivia! I can’t wait to read this smokin hot book!