Salvation is the sequel to Mastered. Again, inspired by a series of images that can still be seen in my image gallery. This one less so than the previous two Elves books.

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Contrary to popular belief, this third book is not the last for the elves. I’ve got more in store for them, I just don’t know when at the moment.

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Irin was raised among the raedjour–dark elves bred by their goddess for sexual pleasure. When Irin was a toddler, sorcerers cast a protective spell on her to quell the lustful urges of those around her. Under that spell and the watchful eyes of her protectors, Irin has a happy, if unique childhood as a human girl among all raedjour boys.

But she’s a woman now, and it’s time for the spell to be lifted. It’s time for her to find out what it means to be taken and mastered by the raedjour – and to find her truemate among them.

Savous and Radin. Apprentice and master. They’ve been a pair for centuries and have helped to watch over Irin her whole life. There’s no doubt in either of their minds that one of them will be the first to introduce Irin into the world of sexual pleasures.

But there’s more to Irin than anyone knew. Will her passion be the destruction of the lifelong bond between two men? Or the salvation of an entire race?

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be used, pleasured…and be the salvation of an entire race?

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Radin hovered back, allowing other men to vie for Irin’s attention. He watched, amused, as they would gain her attention and slowly step into the shield, only to be shoved back when another snagged her fancy. It was a well-known game, and most of those who took the first try knew they weren’t likely to win. But, by showing an interest, they made themselves known to Hyle, who would likely remember and put them on the list of Irin’s lovers. Also, they helped to fan the flames of Irin’s lust, which spread out to affect the audience.

The initial onslaught subsided in good-natured rivalry as the men jostled for attention. Only one fight broke out, and it was minor. continue reading

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This one is a story in the Howl anthology from Loose Id. It was the Halloween anthology for 2005.

It’s the first story in the Leashed universe, an alternative modern day where witches and shapeshifters are real but they aren’t known to the public at large.

This series wasn’t so much inspired by my images, but there are some images I did of the boys to help me visualize them. Seen here.

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An evil witch gives Meg two weeks to join his coven. Or else. The deadline? Samhain.

What’s a good witch to do?

Magic, of course. She casts an age-old summoning spell to attract a shapeshifter to leash for her protection. It works, but it’s a two for one deal: Rudy, a werewolf, and Michael, a werejaguar.

The excerpt at the buy link above is a good one to get an idea of the story, so I’ve included a steamier excerpt here.

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We were all silent with our thoughts. Michael sat up, gaze pointed toward my bookshelf but I doubted my paperback collection was his focus. Rudy sank back in my chair, brimming with expectation. I stayed very still and watched Michael. He was quite obviously the leader of the two and he knew way more about the situation than I could have hoped. I felt pretty confident that, with him on my side, I could stave off Roland.

Of course, with him at my side, I’d love to do a bunch of other things. Afternoon sunlight streamed through the sheers on the window behind the couch, touching off mahogany highlights in his hair. It my have been fancy, but I’m pretty sure that I could see the ghost of the rosettes that would decorate his hide when he changed to a jaguar. continue reading

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©2001 Jet Mykles

Author’s Note: Gwen works swingshift in a diner and has cause to be glad of that one night

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Gwen stifled a yawn as she poured another cup of coffee for the trucker. He didn’t notice, absorbed in his hunting magazine.

She shuffled back to the counter and put the stained pot away then returned to her own magazine. Jack, the owner/cook, didn’t mind that she read during the long nights. Just so long as she didn’t ignore the customers.

Make that “customer”. Single. One. She rarely ever had more than one table to wait on at a time in the graveyard shift.

The bells above the front door jangled and she glanced up. Boredom melted away at the sight. continue reading

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