Dark and Deadly: Eight Bad Boys of Paranormal Romance
Eight hot paranormal romances by New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors. Alpha-male bad boys will fulfill your darkest, most deadliest desires in these stories about shifters, werewolves, vampires, magic, special powers and other realms. But only if you dare…
Featuring the bad boy heroes of:
BODYGUARD by Jennifer Ashley
ALEJANDRO’S SORCERESS by Alyssa Day
BEWITCH by Felicity Heaton
DARKNESS FALLS by Erin Kellison
ROGUE’S PASSION by Laurie London
THE FORBIDDEN LIFE OF ALEX MOORE by Erin Quinn
THE MATING HEAT by Bonnie Vanak
TRAPPED by Caris Roane
Dark and Deadly: Eight Bad Boys of Paranormal Romance Boxed Set is now available worldwide for a special introductory price of only $0.99!
BODYGUARD by Jennifer Ashley
Elizabeth Chapman is saved from an armed
attacker by a Kodiak bear who shifts into a tight-bodied, naked human male.
Ronan takes Elizabeth to Shiftertown, becoming her 24/7 bodyguard. The mateless
Ronan has adopted a houseful of orphaned Shifters--having grown up in foster care,
Elizabeth is touched by his protectiveness. Ronan only wants to keep Elizabeth
safe, but the sassy woman is triggering his long-buried need to mate.
ALEJANDRO’S SORCERESS by Alyssa Day
He’s a warrior, hardened by years of
protecting his town from vampire attack. She’s a garden witch who sees the
world in shades of sunshine and delight. Opposites don’t only attract, they go
supernova in this sizzling tale of magic and mayhem.
BEWITCH by Felicity Heaton
A vampire with a bloodstained past and a
soul tainted with darkness, Payne is perfect in his self-control, never
surrendering to his darkest desires. Now a beautiful witch in the shadowy fae
underworld reawakens long denied hungers and tempts him with pleasure. When one
incredible night of fulfilling their fantasies leads to more than just keeping
a promise and saving a friend, will they be able to overcome the barriers that
stand between them and forever?
DARKNESS FALLS by Erin Kellison
Agent Malcolm Rook is hunting for people
with the rarest of talents—the ability to master dreams. He finds the
undeniably gifted Jordan Lane, but she’s wary of mysterious Rook and resists
his pursuit as long as she can. Yet the dreamwaters they enter are too
exhilarating to resist, and attraction soon ignites electric passions. Delving
too deep stirs a nightmare, one they must defeat, or be forever lost to
darkness.
ROGUE’S PASSION by Laurie London
Blaming himself for the death of a friend,
Iron Guild warrior Asher Kane vows to bring those responsible to justice. After
he’s hurt on a mission and nursed back to health by a beautiful yet mysterious
woman, this dangerously sexy bad-boy finds himself falling for Olivia…even as
he struggles to stay away. But stalking them on the streets of New Seattle is a
cruel and vengeful evil—one that threatens to destroy them both…
THE FORBIDDEN LIFE OF ALEX MOORE by
Erin Quinn
Alex’s mission: Kill the hellhounds that
have invaded earth and return to his home in the Beyond. But from the start,
things go horribly wrong. The hounds are cunning and a human female witnesses
their attack—she intervenes and saves Alex’s life. Now he must keep the
alluring Lilly alive while fighting his desire for her. When passion flares,
Alex risks all to protect her and defend the forbidden life he craves.
THE MATING HEAT by Bonnie Vanak
Werewolf Kara Mitchell fled with her
brother Aiden to Montana after their alpha father punished her for kissing sexy
omega werewolf Ryder Carrington. Left scarred by her father’s cruelty, Kara
believes no one can love her. After killing his alpha to save the pack, Ryder
now rules, but needs a mate. His blood runs hot for Kara. Ryder will do
anything to claim her, even risk an all-out pack war that could cost them
everything…
TRAPPED by Caris Roane
Mastyr Vampire Zephyr, a one-man fighting
force, struggles to save the life of a woman who despises his warrior ways.
She’s been a thorn in his side, but he has one goal: to keep her safe. For
Alesia, however, she just wishes he’d leave her alone since she can never
approve of his profession. She broke up with him months ago and wants to start
a new life. The trouble is, he’s still the one man who can curl her toes.
EXCERPT FROM BEWITCH BY FELICITY HEATON
The female
Payne had seen through the cloud of dust stood her ground before him, feet
spread shoulder width apart beneath the hem of her drab black dress, the long
chestnut waves of her hair tangled in the pieces of straw sticking out of it.
Grey dust sparkled across her backside. She must have hit whatever had exploded
and sent the dust into the air.
Four large
males stood opposite her, each of them hunkered low, assessing her.
They were
witches too, judging by the coven emblem stitched onto the breast of their
loose white shirts and the fact they were all wearing matching dark brown
trousers, like a uniform. Payne raised an eyebrow at the elaborate lacing down
the front of their shirts, and on their trousers. Where had their coven bought
their outfits? Or when for that matter? They looked like something straight out
of the eighteenth century. Although, the female of their species didn’t exactly
dress in modern attire either. His gaze slid back to her, slowly taking in her
dull black dress, trying to pierce the material to see what curves it
concealed.
One of the men
shuffled, bracing his feet shoulder-width apart on the cobblestones, preparing
to attack.
What did they
want with the female?
Her heartbeat
was frantic. Frightened.
One of the
males lunged at her and she turned on the spot, threw herself forwards and
rolled towards Payne. She found her feet just a few metres in front of him and
her eyes widened as they met his. Smudges of black ash dotted her pale face but
Payne didn’t notice them.
She was beautiful.
Entrancing.
Her silvery
eyes sparkled like stars.
The male
grabbed her from behind and leaned back, lifting her feet off the floor. She
unleashed a low growl of frustration and landed a series of devastating blows
on him. Her foot slammed into the man’s left knee, hobbling him, and then she
jammed her elbow into his face, right into his eye. Payne winced when the man
howled and dropped the petite firecracker and she turned and landed a hard kick
to his balls. The man hit the deck, clutching himself and groaning.
The sight of
her so easily dispatching their comrade didn’t stop the other three. They
attacked as one with magic, hurling colourful sparkling orbs that caught her
right in the chest and sent her flying. She tumbled through the air, the skirt
of her dress hiking up to reveal sinfully red knickers. Payne had intended to
catch her but the sight of them froze him right to his boots. His incubus
purred. The vampire in him purred too.
The female
landed hard in the baskets outside one of the stores to his left, scattering
their contents. Snakes slithered over the cobbles and frogs hopped, making a
break for freedom. Payne lifted his left boot to allow a black and red snake to
pass. The elderly witch who owned the store added insult to injury and beat the
poor female with a broom. The beauty got to her feet by rolling unceremoniously
into the cobbled street, her dress still tangled around her middle, flashing
her knickers and a lot of smooth creamy leg.
He wasn’t the
only one the sight of her had enchanted. The three males were all dumbstruck
too, staring at her exposed skin.
She got to her
feet, grabbed a length of thin silver rope that had fallen from one of the
baskets, and brandished it like a whip.
She lashed out
at the males, cracking the end of the rope across their chests and legs. The
males reacted then, each making vain attempts to close the distance between
them. Even teleportation spells didn’t help them. She struck them before they
could fully disappear, stopping them.
Payne stared. The
sight of her with the makeshift whip, dominating the more powerful males with
it, was arousing to say the least. He knew his eyes were glowing blue and gold,
and he knew he should get his hungers under control before they took him over
and made him do something he might regret, but by god almighty he wanted the
little witch.
One of the
males managed to reach her and caught the hand that held the rope. The others
looked ready to pile in. It was going to get out of hand.
Payne felt a
strange urge to protect her.
He leaped into
the fray, barrelling into the man who had captured her and taking him down. He
slammed a right hook into his cheek, felt bone give and then crack under the
force of the blow. The man bellowed in pain and he struck him again, breaking
his jaw. The enticing scent of blood filled the air and Payne growled. His
hunger rose.
The female was
back in action, hurling vicious magical attacks at the other two males,
shrieking at them in the fae tongue. When he had made a vague effort to learn
the language, Payne had followed the tradition of all language students and
started with the swear words. She cursed better than any of those clichés.
Sailors, soldiers and troopers had nothing on this woman.
One of the
males grabbed Payne from behind, hauling him off the other witch. He snarled,
quickly turned and caught the man with a hard right uppercut and then a left
hook as the man dropped him. He kept dealing blows, driving the man away from
the female.
A bolt of
something blue shot past Payne and sent the male he had been fighting flying
through the air. The man smacked into the side of one of the buildings, rolled
awkwardly down the emerald green canopy and landed hard on the cobbled street.
The other man
fled, helping one of the injured. The fourth man hobbled past Payne and he
growled at him, allowing his eyes to blaze red and fangs to lengthen enough
that the man got the hint.
The four males
looked back past him, to the female. They said something in fae. Payne caught a
few words as his fangs receded and his eyes changed back to grey, enough to
know they intended to tell on her to their coven. Had she done something wrong?
Payne turned to
face her.
She stood in
the middle of the narrow street, her silver eyes dark with determination, her
breathing as rapid as her heartbeat. Payne took a step towards her and she
lashed out at him with the rope. He easily caught the end of it before it could
strike him.
Payne stared at
her. She struggled with the rope, trying to pull it free of his grip, her pretty
face twisting in anger and her eyes bright with it too. Hay stuck out of her
long chestnut hair in places, the tousled waves resembling more of a bush than
the beautiful glossy locks they had been before her tumble in the baskets and
beating with a broom. She looked like a wild animal, feral and vicious.
Payne wanted to
tame her.
He held her
attention. The sparks of silver in her striking eyes brightened. He took a step
towards her, gathering the rope at the same time, keeping it taut between them.
She raised her other hand and a golden orb glowed close to her palm. She didn’t
want to let him near her. He got the message and ignored it too. He kept moving
towards her, steady steps, his eyes constantly locked on hers. He could see she
didn’t want to lower that magic or let him close to her, even as he worked to
change it. He hated to use his natural talents on anyone but she was going to
get herself killed if he didn’t get her off the street soon. Those males would
come back with more like them.
She blinked
slowly. Payne lost focus as her long dark lashes shuttered her incredible eyes,
stealing them from view. The distraction cost him. She smiled and yanked the
rope. It slipped from his grasp and she lashed out with it, catching him hard
across the cheek. He didn’t flinch, didn’t take his eyes off her. The smell of
his blood mixed with the scents in the air.
Payne kept
slowly advancing, his eyes on hers, keeping them riveted on him. She wanted to
give up her fight. She wanted him. He sent that feeling to her, filling her
mind with thoughts of them together, trying to convince her to lower her guard.
She drew her
arm back to strike again.
Payne
teleported just as she let loose with the rope and appeared right in front of
her. He caught her wrists, his eyes still on hers. She stared up at him, her
sensual rosy lips parted in shock and her eyes dark with desire that swirled
into him through the point where they touched, feeding his hunger. Her
breathing quickened to short soft pants. He had never heard anything so erotic
and alluring. He wanted to hear her panting like that into his ear as he thrust
into her welcoming wet heat.
“I won’t hurt
you,” he whispered and her pupils dilated. “Give in to me.”
He felt her
relax. Her fingers opened and the rope fell from them.
Her dark
eyebrows drew together and her pupils narrowed. She yanked her right hand free
of his grip and slammed her fist into his cheek, splitting open the gash there
from the whip. Payne grabbed her wrist again and held them both in a bruising
grip. It seemed she was a little immune to his charm.
“I won’t hurt
you,” he repeated and her struggling slowed until she was wriggling against him
in a way that fired him up.
He shoved her
away and scowled at her. She blinked into his eyes and then dropped her gaze to
his hands where they clutched her wrists. It rose to his cheek and she stilled.
“You’re
bleeding.” She spoke in English, her voice soft and light, full of warmth that
curled through him, easing his tension.
Was his charm
offensive getting through to her now? He focused on her and his incubus side
didn’t purr. Evidently not.
She pulled her
hand free of his and gently pressed the pads of her fingers to the skin below
the cut on his cheek. Payne hissed in a sharp breath, heat flooding him, all
stemming from the point where she touched him. He stared down into her
silver-grey eyes, hungry thoughts spinning through his mind, his body reacting
swiftly.
She broke free
of him, a soft gasp escaping her sinful mouth and her cheeks darkening. Had she
sensed his thoughts? She smoothed her plain black dress, looking for all the
world as if she was doing her best to smooth her feelings with it. Her
heartbeat was all over the place and he could sense her desire.
“Come with me.”
She didn’t wait
for a response. She turned her back, picked up the rope, and walked away,
heading towards the crossroad he had come from. Payne raked his gaze over her,
the oversized black dress hiding none of her from his imagination now. He had
seen her shapely legs and crimson knickers, and he still burned from that brief
glimpse. She plucked a piece of straw from her hair and glanced over her
shoulder at him, her beautiful eyes immediately capturing his attention. He was
supposed to have cast a spell on her to get her under his control.
He felt as
though she had cast one on him.
Payne followed
her, unable to resist his need to know her taste and her touch. He could never
allow it to happen though.
He couldn’t
influence her.
She was immune.
Immunity to an
incubus’s charms was a sign that she was their fated mate.
The last woman
who had been semi-immune to his charms had broken his heart.
The phantom’s
words came back to him.
Fated. Bond.
Blood. Death.
Sounded like a
recipe for disaster to him, and this little witch was just the first
ingredient.
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