King of the Unblessed
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Stone Queen
The series continues…
Faery Queen (Realm Immortal)
Book Two
It is ill-advised to incur the wrath of a faery, but it is most foolish to do so of a faery queen…
Queen Tania of the Faeries is tired of waiting for Hugh, the Earl of Bellemare, to come back to her. A year has passed since his commitments pulled him from her side and she’s begun to suspect he never intended to return. Disheartened, the queen’s mood darkens until she finds she has no choice but to teach the earl a lesson he will never forget—that no human should dare lie to a faery queen.
Hugh’s hatred of the magical world is well known and he wishes to live out the rest of his life in the mortal realm, doing his noble duty. Too bad his heart hasn’t caught up to his head. Thoughts of a tenaciously seductive queen haunt him, even as he knows the woman only wanted him as a plaything for her bed. But it would seem he can’t run far enough, for the teasing nymph won’t back down and Hugh finds himself at the mercy of a vengeful faery.
Warning: This book contains hot sex, violence, a castle full of amorous faeries, a vengeful queen succumbing to her darker thoughts and the human she would make her plaything.
Rating: Contains graphic sexual content, adult language, and violence.
About the Author, Michelle M. Pillow
Michelle M. Pillow, Author of All Things Romance™, is a multi-published, award winning author writing in many romance fiction genres including futuristic, paranormal, historical, contemporary, fantasy and dark paranormal. Ever since she can remember, she has had a strange fascination with anything supernatural—ghosts, magical powers, and oh… vampires. What could be more alluring than being immortal, all-powerful, and eternally beautiful? After discovering historical romance novels, it was only natural that the supernatural and love/romance elements should someday meet in her wonderland of a brain. She’s glad they did for their children have been pouring onto the computer screen ever since.
She has been nominated for the Romantic Times Lifetime Achievement Award 2011, the winner of the 2006 RT Reviewers’ Choice Award, nominated for the 2007 RT Award, a Brava Novella Contest Finalist and a PAN member of RWA.
Michelle is a journalist for Paranormal Underground Magazine. She has a BGS in History/Business with an English Minor, and a Photography degree. In 2009 she and fellow author Mandy M. Roth started their own highly successful self-publishing endeavor named The Raven Books.
Michelle has titles published with The Raven Books, Pocket Books, Random House, Virgin Books, Adam’s Media, Samhain Publishing, Running Press, and more.
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Dragon Lords Series
The Barbarian Prince
The Perfect Prince
The Dark Prince
The Warrior Prince
His Highness The Duke
The Stubborn Lord
The Reluctant Lord
The Impatient Lord
Lords of the Var Series
The Savage King
The Playful Prince
The Bound Prince
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Be sure to check out the other books in this futuristic world: Space Lords series, and the Zhang Dynasty series, Galaxy Playmates series --with many more books to come!
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Redeemer of Shadows by Michelle M. Pillow
Dark Fantasy Vampire Romance
Tribes of the Vampire Book One
As a fierce and undeniable destiny pulls them together, vampiric forces beyond their control conspire to tear them apart.
A dark night, a wrong turn, and Hathor Vinceti stumbles into a sinister London underworld that will change her life—forever. Reality as she knows it shatters as she is exposed to the self-seeking indulgences of a group of bored vampires, but also a mysterious man who calls to her across the ages.
Servaes, the Marquis de Normant, survives immortality with a barely restrained hostility against the vampire who sired him, and the young ones who abuse their power. Eternity has never seemed so endless, until Hathor catches his eye
Redeemer of Shadows Excerpt
“I am Lord Servaes, Marquis de Normant.” He smiled. It had been a long time since he’d thought of his full title.
“Right, your stage name. That is what I was trying to say. One of the people at the club told me you went by that.” Her tone dropped into a husky whisper. “Tell me what your real name is.”
“That is my real name.” Slowly, he raised his hand as if to touch her face. His fingers hovered just over her skin, crossing before her full lips. He detected the warmth from her heating the coldness of the grave from him. She drew back, as if frightened.
Hathor forced the mist from her mind, suddenly uncomfortable. To her, the idea seemed a bit extreme. She hoped he wasn’t an obsessive lunatic. “So, you actually changed your name to Marquis de Normant? You must really love your work to go to such lengths.”
“Ah, love is a bit strong. Let us just say I must do it to live. Without my work, as you so cleverly put it, I could not survive.” Quietly, he added, “My existence is too lonely without the diversion of the club.”
Realizing that they both still stood, she sat on the bench and made sure to leave enough room to put space between their bodies if he joined her. She had seen the look in his eyes when he studied her. He wanted to kiss her, almost as much as she wanted to kiss him. But it was foolish. He was a stranger, a man who touched women on stage every night for money. It was quite possible, by the looks of the club, that he was a fetish prostitute like the others. He could be diseased. He could be into some weird, kinky, porn cult.
Even as her logical mind protested against him, her lips irrationally spoke. “Yeah, my father was the same way about his work. I, on the other hand, go through spurts.” Hathor shivered as he easily slid next to her. His movements were graceful and liquid. Turning his full attention to her, he continued to stare at her face. His body neared without appearing to make effort. Her eyes locked with his. For a moment, time stopped. There was danger in his nearness. She could hear the faint pounding of her heart. Then, there was a second sound, fainter at first, but it grew steadily. Crazily, she thought she heard his heart beating as well, keeping time to hers. “How old are you, really? I mean you look so young, but you seem very well educated, and your eyes—they look so much older. When were you born?”
She would have been shocked by her own rudeness if she had been given time to think, but his nearness captivated her. Her breathing deepened. His face drew near. Without a will to stop them, her eyes flitted closed. Her head leaned back, offering him her lips.
“I was born in the year 1657. But in your years, I am forever twenty-six.”
The words were light, but unmistakable. When he didn’t kiss her, she managed to open her eyes. Within the depths of his unearthly gaze, she saw the color shift from brown to green and then back again.
“So, you are a French marquis from… 1683,” she calculated. Servaes nodded. Grinning, Hathor asked coyly, “Shouldn’t you be wearing a powdered wig, cravat and big puffy shorts over tights?” When he frowned, she amended, “Sorry, I majored in antique fashion in college—talk about an unpractical field of study. So, is
this role-playing what your clients pay you for?”
“Clients?”
Hathor thought that maybe he didn’t understand the English word. “You are a working man, are you not? A prostitute? My aunt didn’t try to hire you for me, did she? If she did, I’m sorry.”
His lips curled up in surprise and his eyes shone merrily. “No.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, though he was clearly not offended. “I just thought that you worked at an underground sex club.” Her mouth tingled, but she was too scared to lean forward to shorten the distance between them. “Well, monsieur, I wish I could play with you in your other century. I can see why you wish to escape this time. I’m afraid it is not as glamorous.”
“I play at nothing. I am what I am,” he stated with charm and ease.
Hathor shivered. Her eyes moved to his mouth. He parted his lips, letting her see the tips of his sharp fangs as they edged from under his pale upper lip.
“Vampire,” she whispered in awe.
Servaes waited for her to scream. To his amazement, she did not. Veins grew and formed on his skin, but she didn’t notice. They reached for her blood, yearning to be filled.
“Oui, mademoiselle.” He wondered why she didn’t run from him in terror. But as he felt what she felt, there was no fear in her. Only an intense longing she was trying desperately to force back. He could take her, drink from her. She wouldn’t protest. Slowly, his hand lifted. This time, he allowed himself to touch her. Hathor gasped. “I am a vampire. Are you not scared of me?”
“I don’t believe in vampires,” she whispered. His hand drew her closer to his mouth. Slowly, he began to tilt her head back, exposing her neck to his bite.
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The Guardians by Mandy M. Roth
Paranormal Dark Fantasy Vampire Shifter Romance
Ass-kicking Guardian, Madelyn Mason, is the only female in a sea of supernatural males. College student by day, she spends her nights fighting for mankind--the innocents, the ones who have no clue that the things of nightmares walk among the living.
Larger than life Hollywood hunk, Brady Devens, has won the hearts of millions of adoring fans. But, the only heart he wants to win is that of his mate, Madelyn. She hasn’t shown an interest in him as anything more than a friend, and he’s beginning to think the Powers That Be goofed.
In this world of magik, mishap, demons, gods, and pleasure nymphs, anything is possible. Can they find a love that transcends time and space or will the Powers That Be decide maybe they weren’t destined for one another after all?
Contains graphic adult material, a sexy king of the lycans, a hollywood hunk, a first that could make your mouth water and a woman who isn’t about to let them call the shots, violence, adult language, and explicit sexual content not suitable for sensitive readers.
The Guardians Excerpt
“Mads, wake up.”
Opening my eyes slowly, I saw nothing but my mattress. Never a good sign. “Why am I face down? Did I get drunk and not remember? Because I could have sworn I came home and went to bed.”
Brady laughed and touched me gently. “It’s time to get up.”
“It’s Saturday. I don’t have to get up on Saturdays,” I said, groaning and pulling my pillow over my head. “Go away and come back on Monday.”
He slid the sheet down and gasped. “Mads, you don’t have a top on!”
“I know.”
“Uhh…?” He swallowed hard.
“Brady, I don’t have any clothes on.”
His weight lifted off the bed and I laughed softly, still facing the mattress. “You don’t have to go. I don’t particularly care who sees me this morning. I had a hell of a night. Do you realize how many creepy things are on the loose in—” I stopped short of what I was going to say. I kept a big part of myself from Brady. In fact, aside from immediate family, no one knew my secrets.
“How many what are where?” he asked, his voice sounding off.
The phone rang and I did a silent thank you for not having to answer his question. I hated lying to him about that part of myself. Actually, I hated lying to him period. Brady went to get up and I grabbed his leg. “No. I don’t want to talk to him.”
“At times, you scare me,” he said, playfully.
“I scare everyone.”
Chuckling, Brady leaned forward to answer the phone. Knowing it was Vance, I tried to stop Brady from answering it. I moved forward, in an attempt to beat him to it. Suddenly, I slipped off the bed. Brady went, too.
Before I knew it, Brady was flat on his back on the floor and I was spread out on top of him—naked. Brady’s body went rigid. “He-ll-o?”
“Oh, he’ll never suspect you of anything with that voice,” I whispered into his chest. I knew I should have raced off him screaming like a fool but what was the point. The man had seen more naked women than a gynecologist. Aside from scars that I wasn’t about to let him know I had, he’d seen it all. Not mine personally but naked chicks in general.
“Why am I answering her phone? Uhh, I was close to it.” Brady laughed nervously and shifted a tiny bit. “Yeah, I’m trying to get her up right now.”
I wiggled my hips against him and snickered as his cock grew hard. “I’m not the only thing getting up.”
“Madelyn!”
Keeping my head down, I felt around above me for a sheet. When I found it, I yanked it off the bed and covered myself. Not wanting to move, I turned my head and put my cheek against Brady’s warm chest. Closing my eyes, I settled in and got comfy.
“Yeah, uhh, Vance. She’s awake now but she really isn’t in the best of moods. I’ll tell her to give you a call later today.” He chuckled. “Well, I wouldn’t necessarily say bitchy.”
Putting my hand up, I waited for Brady to hand the phone to me. When he did, our hands lingered as they touched. I pulled the phone to my ear and was anything but kind. “Bitchy? Me? Aww shucks, I wubs you, too. Now, what the hell do you want?”
Vance snickered. I wanted to reach through the phone and wring his neck. “I can see you’re still upset with me. Don’t you think it’s time we moved past this? It’s been three weeks now, Madster.”
I cringed. I hated to be called Madster. What the hell was a Madster anyway? It sounded like something that belonged at a raceway with checkered flags and men in flame retardant suits not a pet name. It wasn’t as though I hadn’t told Vance I hated it. He was just too thick headed to let it sink in. “I’d explain myself but I’m tired and finally found a face down position that’s just right, so I’m hanging up now.”
“Madster, come on, sugar. I said I was sorry. You can’t possibly want to throw what we had away.” He let out a long breath. “I was wrong. I should have never done what I did. It’s just you never seemed to make enough time for me.”
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