This ebook boxed set features sizzling paranormal romances by eight New York Times and USA Today best-selling romance authors. Fulfil your darkest fantasies with alpha-male bad boys of the night in these stories about vampires, shifters, fallen angels, werewolves, demons, psychic warriors and ghosts.
Here’s more about this fantastic eight book boxed set, including an excerpt from one of the stories.
Bad Boys of the Night: Eight Sizzling Paranormal Romances is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Find the links to your preferred retailer at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/bad-boys-of-the-night/
Bad Boys of the Night: Eight Sizzling Paranormal Romances By Jennifer Ashley, Erin Kellison, Laurie London, Colleen Gleason, Felicity Heaton, Bonnie Vanak, Caris Roane and Erin QuinnBad Boys of the Night: Eight Sizzling Paranormal Romances is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Find the links to your preferred retailer at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/bad-boys-of-the-night/
Featuring…
Bad Wolf (Shifters Unbound) by Jennifer Ashley
Wolf Shifter Broderick is stuck looking after his three younger brothers and a Collar-less Shifter who is driving him crazy, but he’s putting up with them for Joanne, the human woman he wants to take as mate. When Broderick is captured, mistaken for a Guardian, it’s Joanne who figures out that hackers are after the Guardian Network, the database that holds the deep secrets of Shifters past and present.
Shadow Fall (Shadow series) by Erin Kellison
A man with all Custo’s sins isn't cut out to be an angel. One moment he's fleeing Heaven; the next, he's waking up stark naked, called by a woman who's afraid of the dark. Shadow gathers around Annabella as she performs, a magic that allows her to move between worlds. Her abilities attract a primeval wolf, and it stalks her relentlessly. Custo stops at nothing to keep her safe, and though danger proves seductive, they fight for redemption and love.
Warrior’s Heart (Iron Portal) by Laurie London
Librarian by day, Zara Kane is a thief by night, stealing artifacts that belong to her homeland. When she learns a man she once loved has been wrongly imprisoned, she uses her para-abilities to orchestrate a daring escape. Vince Crawford isn’t afraid of anything, but when the woman he’s never stopped loving and the son he never knew he had are threatened by a ruthless enemy, he will stop at nothing to keep them safe… even if it costs him his life.
The Vampire Voss by Colleen Gleason
In 19th Century London, vampires live alongside the uppercrust members of Society... Even after centuries of lust, hedonism, and women, Voss, rarely finds himself bored. He is a rogue of the first order who loves nothing more than a warm woman, excellent vintage, and even a puzzling challenge to keep his mind active. But when one of his seemingly harmless manipulations sets him on the path to seduce the beautiful Miss Angelica Woodmore, things become a little less simple…a lot more passionate…and definitely more complicated.
Hunger (Vampires Realm Series) by Felicity Heaton
A vampire assassin hardened by centuries of service, Tor is a man of discipline and loyalty, never straying from his mission, and has purged all his weaknesses, including his emotions. But the moment he meets the broken, fiery female he is to escort to Oslo, something dangerous awakens in him, something possessive and powerful, and when he is pulled into a deadly game of cat and mouse with the man who betrayed her, Tor discovers he will do anything to protect the woman slowly claiming his heart and give her the vengeance she desires—even break all the rules.
The Mating Challenge (Werewolves of Montana) by Bonnie Vanak
Alpha werewolf and ranch owner Aiden Mitchell desires the curvy, vivacious Nikita Blakemore, alpha female of the Blakemore pack. He will have her as his mate and no other. To force her hand, Aiden maneuvers her into hosting a Mating Challenge, the ultimate warrior competition for werewolves, where males fight for the right to mate and breed with a female alpha. Fiercely protective of his future mate, Aiden will do anything to make her his own, even fight to the death...
Dark Flame (Flame Series) by Caris Roane
Committed to the rule of law, vampire Border Patrol Officer Robert Brannick falls hard for a beautiful fae woman who illegally seduces him in his dreams…
Diablo Springs, by Erin Quinn
When she escaped Diablo Springs years ago, Gracie Beck swore she’d never return. But all that changes on the night of her grandmother’s death when Diablo Springs lures Gracie’s teenage daughter to its treacherous border. Gracie races to the rescue—only to find herself trapped in the undercurrent of a hundred year old curse and the menacing spirits that still terrorize the town. She isn’t prepared to deal with Reilly Alexander—a man from her past who she’s never forgotten—at the same time. Reilly is determined to help Gracie and prove his to love to her, but they’ve come to a dangerous place where every lurking shadow should be feared...
EXCERPT FROM WARRIOR’S HEART BY LAURIE LONDON
Zara debated whether or not she should walk out and leave Vince alone, but she was worried something was wrong. He’d hardly said two words since they’d arrived. She decided it was better to overstep her bounds and have him tell her to back off than for him to think she didn’t care.
She opened the shower door a crack and peered inside.
His hands were braced on the tile wall, head sunk between his bulky arms that were covered in tattoos. Intricate, geometric designs, all black with no color. Prison ink, she guessed, as he didn’t have them back when they were together. Long, wet strands of hair curtained the side of his face, hiding it from view. Tight, sinewy ropes of muscle flanked his lean torso. The man didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. He was pure muscle.
He didn’t look over at her, just continued to let the water sluice over him. A few droplets splashed on her. Damn. It was frigid!
Had the hot water run out already? Only when she reached for the faucet did she realize it had been dialed to Cold.
What in the world, Vince?
Without thinking, she quickly adjusted the temperature, stripped off her clothes and climbed in with him.
“What are you doing?” he asked, as if noticing her presence for the first time.
“Helping you.” She squeezed some shampoo into her hand, reached up and worked the lather into his hair. He said nothing as she massaged his scalp. He must be enjoying it, she thought, because his eyes were closed and he was leaning ever so slightly into her.
She’d expected to see some dirt and grime, but the suds were clean. “Did you already wash your hair?”
“Several times.”
“Then why—?”
“Didn’t feel clean.”
Oh Vince.
She put her hands on his shoulders and guided him back under the showerhead. Rivulets of shampoo ran into his beard and then over his chiseled chest and abs. When the water ran clear, she grabbed a washcloth and squirted it with body wash.
As she washed the front of him, she tried not to look at his nakedness, but she couldn’t help herself. It was as if her eyeballs were iron and the impressive length hanging between his legs was a magnet.
Crap. She needed to stop this. Think like a nurse, or something. It was just a body part.
His tattoos. She’d focus on them instead.
An intricate tribal design covered his left pectoral muscle and stretched over the curve of his shoulder. Upon closer inspection, she saw that it was actually the profile of the grim reaper with a flowing black cape.
Her gaze followed a soap bubble downward, and yep, she found herself staring at him again. His cock was semi-hard now, jutting out magnificently, pointing straight at her. The juncture between her thighs tingled in response and her nipples stiffened.
It had been a lifetime since they’d last made love. They’d found a meadow in Cascadia filled with tiny white daisies, and when they fell onto the blanket, the stems were taller than they were. She’d brought goat cheese and fresh bread she’d made and watched with delight as he devoured it. He was always famished after he came through the portal, so along with some clothes, she always brought a lot of food for him to eat.
Most people crossing back and forth through the portals got iron sick. Even Iron Guild warriors wouldn’t cross more frequently than a few weeks apart. But Vince never seemed to get sick. Sometimes she’d see him several times in one week.
The first time they had sex had been awkward. Neither of them were sure where knees and elbows were supposed to go, but they soon figured it out. Because the people of Cascadia were more open about sex than the Pacificans, she had been more knowledgeable than he was—even though they’d both been virgins. He hadn’t believed her when she told him couples often engaged in sexual activity in a quiet corner of a castle courtyard or open-air market. She’d planned to sneak him in so he could see for himself, but they never got the chance.
Glancing up, she was shocked to see that he was watching her through dark, hooded eyes. A thrill raced through her body like wildfire. Her hand with the washcloth stopped moving on his upper abs.
It would be an easy matter to drop to her knees right now and take him into her mouth. He wouldn’t need to think. Wouldn’t need to do a thing except enjoy himself. Every fiber in her being wanted to give him pleasure, to dilute the pain of the past ten years, if only for a few moments. Maybe in some small way it would help him to start feeling normal again.
“No, Zara,” he growled.
He’d guessed what she’d been thinking…and he wasn’t interested.
She felt a twinge of disappointment. However this was about him, not her, and she would follow his lead. When he was ready…if he was ready, she’d be here for him. And that was all that mattered.
She moved to the other side of him in order to wash his back and gasped. Not only was there an open wound on his upper arm, but there were dozens of raised white scars crisscrossing his back.
How had she not seen this until now?
Because she’d been staring at his cock, she thought.
“What happened?” she asked, trying not to sound too freaked out.
He glanced at his upper arm. “A fellow inmate cut out my tracking chip.”
Ah. The item he’d thrown into the woods when she was cutting off his shackles.
“What did he use? A freaking butter knife? That needs stitches.”
“It’s fine,” he said brusquely.
“And the scars on your—”
“They’re nothing.”
Her breath quavered as she blinked back tears. “What did those monsters do to you, Vince?” she asked quietly.
“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” Then he glanced at her with hard eyes. “Listen. I don’t want your pity, Zara.”
His harsh tone stung, but she did her best to ignore it. “I don’t pity you, Vince. I’m angry as hell at what you were forced to endure, and I’m…I’m amazed at your strength.” She tentatively placed a hand on his back, and when he didn’t move away from her, she traced her fingers gently over the marks. The pain. It must have been horrendous. “Why did they do such terrible things to you?”
“It wasn’t nearly as terrible as what would’ve happened had I done what they wanted.”
Her fingers hesitated on a particularly thick scar between his shoulder blades. “What did they want you to do?”
He was quiet for so long that she assumed he wasn’t going to answer. It must be too agonizing for him to recount any of the horror. Not wanting to pressure him, she turned off the water and handed him a towel.
He wrapped it loosely around his waist and climbed out. Leaning over the counter, he rubbed off a circle of steam from the mirror and stared at his reflection. “They say I’m a Portal-Talent, someone who can find portals. But the only one I knew about was the one that led me to you. They wanted me to divulge its location.”
“And you refused.”
It was a statement, but he responded explosively, as if she’d asked a question. “Of course I refused,” he spat out, gripping the edge of the counter with both hands and making his triceps bulge. “There was no way in hell I’d let them near you or…or our baby.”
She clutched the towel tighter around her body. “You suffered in order to protect us?”
“A small price to pay.”
He’d endured years of unimaginable torture behind bars in order to keep them safe. Yet during that same period of time, she had resented him, thinking that he had abandoned her.
She dug her nails into the soft flesh of her upper arms, relishing the pain.
After she and their son came to Pacifica, why hadn’t she tried to find Vince? All she had to do was locate his family and she’d have learned the truth about what had happened. Maybe she could’ve broken him out of prison and saved him years of torment.
She covered her face in her hands. Vince had suffered because of her foolish pride.
“Don’t cry,” he said gruffly, touching her shoulder and then backing away.
“I can’t help it.”
She could feel him looking at her, then without saying another word, he left the room.
How would she ever be able to tell him the truth?
She opened the shower door a crack and peered inside.
His hands were braced on the tile wall, head sunk between his bulky arms that were covered in tattoos. Intricate, geometric designs, all black with no color. Prison ink, she guessed, as he didn’t have them back when they were together. Long, wet strands of hair curtained the side of his face, hiding it from view. Tight, sinewy ropes of muscle flanked his lean torso. The man didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. He was pure muscle.
He didn’t look over at her, just continued to let the water sluice over him. A few droplets splashed on her. Damn. It was frigid!
Had the hot water run out already? Only when she reached for the faucet did she realize it had been dialed to Cold.
What in the world, Vince?
Without thinking, she quickly adjusted the temperature, stripped off her clothes and climbed in with him.
“What are you doing?” he asked, as if noticing her presence for the first time.
“Helping you.” She squeezed some shampoo into her hand, reached up and worked the lather into his hair. He said nothing as she massaged his scalp. He must be enjoying it, she thought, because his eyes were closed and he was leaning ever so slightly into her.
She’d expected to see some dirt and grime, but the suds were clean. “Did you already wash your hair?”
“Several times.”
“Then why—?”
“Didn’t feel clean.”
Oh Vince.
She put her hands on his shoulders and guided him back under the showerhead. Rivulets of shampoo ran into his beard and then over his chiseled chest and abs. When the water ran clear, she grabbed a washcloth and squirted it with body wash.
As she washed the front of him, she tried not to look at his nakedness, but she couldn’t help herself. It was as if her eyeballs were iron and the impressive length hanging between his legs was a magnet.
Crap. She needed to stop this. Think like a nurse, or something. It was just a body part.
His tattoos. She’d focus on them instead.
An intricate tribal design covered his left pectoral muscle and stretched over the curve of his shoulder. Upon closer inspection, she saw that it was actually the profile of the grim reaper with a flowing black cape.
Her gaze followed a soap bubble downward, and yep, she found herself staring at him again. His cock was semi-hard now, jutting out magnificently, pointing straight at her. The juncture between her thighs tingled in response and her nipples stiffened.
It had been a lifetime since they’d last made love. They’d found a meadow in Cascadia filled with tiny white daisies, and when they fell onto the blanket, the stems were taller than they were. She’d brought goat cheese and fresh bread she’d made and watched with delight as he devoured it. He was always famished after he came through the portal, so along with some clothes, she always brought a lot of food for him to eat.
Most people crossing back and forth through the portals got iron sick. Even Iron Guild warriors wouldn’t cross more frequently than a few weeks apart. But Vince never seemed to get sick. Sometimes she’d see him several times in one week.
The first time they had sex had been awkward. Neither of them were sure where knees and elbows were supposed to go, but they soon figured it out. Because the people of Cascadia were more open about sex than the Pacificans, she had been more knowledgeable than he was—even though they’d both been virgins. He hadn’t believed her when she told him couples often engaged in sexual activity in a quiet corner of a castle courtyard or open-air market. She’d planned to sneak him in so he could see for himself, but they never got the chance.
Glancing up, she was shocked to see that he was watching her through dark, hooded eyes. A thrill raced through her body like wildfire. Her hand with the washcloth stopped moving on his upper abs.
It would be an easy matter to drop to her knees right now and take him into her mouth. He wouldn’t need to think. Wouldn’t need to do a thing except enjoy himself. Every fiber in her being wanted to give him pleasure, to dilute the pain of the past ten years, if only for a few moments. Maybe in some small way it would help him to start feeling normal again.
“No, Zara,” he growled.
He’d guessed what she’d been thinking…and he wasn’t interested.
She felt a twinge of disappointment. However this was about him, not her, and she would follow his lead. When he was ready…if he was ready, she’d be here for him. And that was all that mattered.
She moved to the other side of him in order to wash his back and gasped. Not only was there an open wound on his upper arm, but there were dozens of raised white scars crisscrossing his back.
How had she not seen this until now?
Because she’d been staring at his cock, she thought.
“What happened?” she asked, trying not to sound too freaked out.
He glanced at his upper arm. “A fellow inmate cut out my tracking chip.”
Ah. The item he’d thrown into the woods when she was cutting off his shackles.
“What did he use? A freaking butter knife? That needs stitches.”
“It’s fine,” he said brusquely.
“And the scars on your—”
“They’re nothing.”
Her breath quavered as she blinked back tears. “What did those monsters do to you, Vince?” she asked quietly.
“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” Then he glanced at her with hard eyes. “Listen. I don’t want your pity, Zara.”
His harsh tone stung, but she did her best to ignore it. “I don’t pity you, Vince. I’m angry as hell at what you were forced to endure, and I’m…I’m amazed at your strength.” She tentatively placed a hand on his back, and when he didn’t move away from her, she traced her fingers gently over the marks. The pain. It must have been horrendous. “Why did they do such terrible things to you?”
“It wasn’t nearly as terrible as what would’ve happened had I done what they wanted.”
Her fingers hesitated on a particularly thick scar between his shoulder blades. “What did they want you to do?”
He was quiet for so long that she assumed he wasn’t going to answer. It must be too agonizing for him to recount any of the horror. Not wanting to pressure him, she turned off the water and handed him a towel.
He wrapped it loosely around his waist and climbed out. Leaning over the counter, he rubbed off a circle of steam from the mirror and stared at his reflection. “They say I’m a Portal-Talent, someone who can find portals. But the only one I knew about was the one that led me to you. They wanted me to divulge its location.”
“And you refused.”
It was a statement, but he responded explosively, as if she’d asked a question. “Of course I refused,” he spat out, gripping the edge of the counter with both hands and making his triceps bulge. “There was no way in hell I’d let them near you or…or our baby.”
She clutched the towel tighter around her body. “You suffered in order to protect us?”
“A small price to pay.”
He’d endured years of unimaginable torture behind bars in order to keep them safe. Yet during that same period of time, she had resented him, thinking that he had abandoned her.
She dug her nails into the soft flesh of her upper arms, relishing the pain.
After she and their son came to Pacifica, why hadn’t she tried to find Vince? All she had to do was locate his family and she’d have learned the truth about what had happened. Maybe she could’ve broken him out of prison and saved him years of torment.
She covered her face in her hands. Vince had suffered because of her foolish pride.
“Don’t cry,” he said gruffly, touching her shoulder and then backing away.
“I can’t help it.”
She could feel him looking at her, then without saying another word, he left the room.
How would she ever be able to tell him the truth?
Bad Boys of the Night: Eight Sizzling Paranormal Romances is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Find the links to your preferred retailer at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/bad-boys-of-the-night/
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