Posted by Mandy M. Roth on Sep 9, 2009 in
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Giselle Beauchamp is a woman gifted with the ability to sense the dead. With the rise and popularity of haunted houses, many towns are vying to have one to call their own. Painesville isn’t one of those towns. Its people seem reluctant to speak about Marcel Manor-long rumored to be haunted.
Marcel Duprat IV, a creature of the night who is centuries old, sweeps Giselle into his home thinking she’ll safe for the time being. He’s wrong.
Rating: Carnal.
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Marcel Manor
by
Mandy M. Roth
© copyright by Mandy M. Roth, September 2009
Cover Art by Natalie Winters, September 2009
ISBN 978-1-60394-364-1
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
www.newconceptspublishing.com
Chapter One
Giselle Beauchamp looked up at the large, castle-like home in front of her, in awe of its Gothic splendor and wondered what in the hell she’d gotten herself into. The place seemed familiar yet she’d never before set foot upon the grounds. Still, it was as if she was coming home, not visiting for the first time. Her dreams, that had beseeched her some four months prior, hinted of a home of this grandeur, this eloquence but when she woke, her memory was ill-defined. The dreams also carried with them a safe presence that was in deep contrast to the sense of foreboding felt in her current situation.
"Here goes nothing.”
When the mayor of the tiny town of Painesville phoned, wanting her to either confirm or dispel the theory that the old Marcel Manor was haunted she’d assumed he wanted to know for the sake of tourism. Having a certified haunted house was big business for many places. It brought tourism and generated much needed revenue. Just about every small town boasted some sort of paranormal activity. Some were true. Most weren’t. Giselle had assumed Marcel Manor would fall to the side of the majority.
After speaking with a number of the local townspeople, she wasn’t so sure anymore. Several of the locals seemed to have little to no desire to talk about Marcel Manor or the myths surrounding it. They seemed even less inclined to get into discussions about the possible profits having a haunted house would bring the area. In fact, if Giselle had to label it, she’d say the locals seemed frightened by the idea anyone, tourist or otherwise, would want to visit Marcel Manor.
As Giselle glanced around the ominous estate, she couldn’t say she blamed them. If nothing else, the place had the spooky vibe associated with so many haunted houses down pat. It had something else too. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on and wasn’t sure she wanted to.
This case, involving Marcel Manor, was so very different from others. The owner of the manor had an eagerness that was refreshing and he seemed open and honest when she’d spoken with him on the phone. He came across as a natural born skeptic who had seen enough to become a believer. Those people tended to be the ones with an actual haunting versus something as simple as feeling cold spots due to a drafty old window.
Staring up at the ivy covered limestone exterior, Giselle looked for signs of life but found none. The rather ornate set of stone gargoyles flanking the entranceway only added to the spooky overtone. She peered harder at the vaulted stain glass windows and wondered if her eyes were playing tricks on her. Were there really scenes of monsters attacking people? Of what looked to be vampires feasting from the blood of the living?
"No way."
Surely no one would commission such works of art to have them show that.
She shuddered, the oppressive feeling returning once more. It didn’t help she’d already had to drive her tiny coupé through an iron gate appearing to be original to the house. It had creaked horribly adding an air of legitimacy to the macabre location.
About the time she was able to gather her nerve the fog which had been light upon her arrival thickened, moving over the area, following the theme of the evening.
Sure signs I’m in for a treat.
“Get a grip. You’ll be fine," she muttered to herself, not believing a single word she’d said. No. Something about this house, this case, hadn’t sat right with her from the word go. She wasn’t sure if it was the mayor’s urgent pleas or the owner’s relaxed approach to the entire matter. Either way, something was off. Even with that knowledge, she was compelled to go forth, to seek out answers to questions she did not yet have.
The carefully manicured grounds were fast disappearing under a blanket of fog, as was her courage. Giselle took a tiny step forward. The fog seemed to thicken around her legs, suddenly feeling as though it had a familiar life all its own, brushing past her sensitive skin, up her long, lace print, black and white georgette skirt. It settled at the apex of her thighs, causing her pussy to dampen. Each step she took was pure torture, making additional cream form. Giselle drew upon her inner safeguards, doing her best to shield herself from the onslaught of paranormal energy suddenly around her.
The feel of being touched remained but she’d managed to ease the arousal accompanying it, at least for the moment. The mid-calf black leather, three-inch heeled boots she wore clicked against the stone pathway to the front entrance as she hurried for sanctuary. If the heavy iron gates opening for her car hadn’t announced her arrival, her shoes certainly wouldn’t do a thing to call attention to herself.
Just a little bit further and I can get my night started… then get it over with so I can go home.
The need to handle her current state of sexual awakening was great. She knew she’d either spend the remainder of the night masturbating or stop off at one of the bars to see what her options were. As much as she hated the idea of bunking up with just anyone, Giselle’s body was sex starved. Another night alone, with only her fingers and toys to satisfy her wouldn’t do. Especially not if she needed to use her natural born gifts anymore while on the case. Every time she used them, the urge to fuck clung to her like a second skin for hours, sometimes even days afterwards. Her skin already ached to be touched. She’d never make it all night at this rate.
Something howled out in the night and Giselle drew her arms around herself, not liking the sensations she was picking up on—death, pain, everlasting torture. The agony alone was enough to bring her to her metaphysical knees, to make her weep for agony that was not her own, but rather someone else’s. It was an overload to her system, her senses.
Pulling at the lettuce-edged sleeves of the high-neck, antique, black, lace top, Giselle did her best to calm her now erratic breathing. It didn’t work. The heavy weight of someone’s stare was on her. Whatever or whoever was watching her carried death on them. The scent so overpowering, she staggered. Another howl pierced the night, this one closer than the last.
Thump.
Thump.
Her heart beat madly.
She gasped, afraid to do more than draw in air. Too many years she’d spent investigating evil to allow herself to foolishly draw it closer. A randy spirit, looking for a quick feel, was one thing, this was altogether something else. This was evil. Pure and simple.
Reaching towards her chest, Giselle cupped the tiger’s eye pendant she wore faithfully, finding solace in its added protection from evil. She silently mouthed a prayer to ward off malevolent spirits and sensed it had little to no effect on whatever was nearing.
Never a good sign.
Something brushed over her skin again, this time feeling identical to fingers. It kept the feel of malevolence at bay, at least for the moment. Giselle turned, expecting to find someone there. She found no one. Her heart rate sped even more as she backed up towards the manor. The sensation of being touched continued. The “fingers” grew bold, caressing her nipples, making them harden to diamond-like points. The power kneaded them, rolling them between its nothingness, until her pussy was so damp, so wet that she panted with desire.
What was happening? Nothing had ever done this to her before. Sure, she’d encountered her fair share of the unexplainable and the supernatural and some even tried to force seduction on her but this was different. Whatever this was had a touch that left her wanting more. There was no forcing involved. Giselle wanted its wordless promises. She wanted the pleasure it could bring her.
The faint sound of a chant pushed through the thick layer of evil nestled over her. The evil tried to break through the barrier the other energy had built around her, but the protective power held firm. She focused, unable to make out the exact words but knowing it was Latin. Concentrating, she listened closer.
“Ltum nMn omnia f+nit.”
What?
She stilled. Every ounce of her wanted to run back to her car and leave this place but she knew she couldn’t. The call was too great. Someone here needed her, whether they acknowledged it or not. She could feel it in the air. Not to mention the dampness between her thighs. That alone was enough to make her want to stay just a little bit longer. So much pleasure was to be had here and Giselle couldn’t bear the idea of passing it by.
“Ltum nMn omnia f+nit.”
Spinning in a small circle, Giselle tried to find the source of the voices. “Death does not finish everything? What do you mean? Who are you?”
Strong hands gripped her shoulders. A scream tore free from her throat as she went rigid. Whatever was behind her, turned her to face it, suddenly radiating a calmness that she required. Its power was familiar. It felt like the fog, the fingers, the pleasure.
“Qu’est-ce qui ne va pas? What is the problem… err… the matter? What is wrong?" The heavily French accented voice moved over her, seeking out the fear within her and cradling it with nothing more than words. Still, they were enough to chase the demons away. Looking up, Giselle found a tall man standing before her. A head of shoulder-length, jet black, silky hair framed a caramel-colored face. Eyes of deep brown, almost black stared out at her from beneath a pronounced brow, giving him a dark and brooding quality. The tiniest bit of a five o’clock shadow graced the man’s strong jaw line.
The black turtleneck sweater he wore drew attention to his broad chest and wide shoulders. That in turn, made Giselle painfully aware of just how much bigger the man comforting her now was from herself. Easily six foot three, he dwarfed her five foot six inch frame. As her gaze raked down his body, she found herself staring at the front of his dark gray, wool pants—paying special attention to the size of the bulge that lay beneath them.
She gulped. Hot, unadulterated need ripped through her, causing her legs to shake and her hands to tremble. This man could give her what she was after, a night of passion, fulfillment, a stiff cock. What would it be like to take him into her body. To taste him? To have him taste her as well?
She didn’t know anything about him. Not even his name. To feel this attracted to a stranger was absurd. Wasn’t it?
Pulling back slightly, she blinked up at him. “Who…? Where…?”
The corners of his lush mouth drew upwards ever-so-slightly. “I could ask you the same thing, though I am quite sure I would manage to get the entire question out. Now,” he ran the back of his cool hand over her cheek, “do you wish to tell me what has frightened you?” He sniffed the air. "For it is obvious something has troubled you greatly.”
Lord above, his touch was divine, like sinful bliss for the taking. She closed her eyes briefly, tipping her head towards his smooth fingertips. Sighing was an option she was willing to take. His smell was heavenly as well. Enough to do a sex starved girl in. Hints of moss and musk reached her as her tongue darted out and over her lip.
It took a second for Giselle to realize the man was speaking to her once more. She caught the tail end of what he was saying. He wanted to know what had scared her. She didn’t have to go into detail. The chanting voices answered for her.
“Giselle, ltum nMn omnia f+nit.”
She stiffened. So did the man, seeming to go on full alert. Did he hear them too? More often than not, only Giselle could hear the calls of the dead, of the spirits unable to rest.
“Come," he said gruffly. He took hold of her upper arm and escorted her towards the manor.
“D-did you hear that?” She paled, the color draining instantly from her face.
For one brief moment, it appeared as if the man would say no. Tipping his head to the side, his eyes narrowed as if he were in deep thought. When he nodded ever so slightly, her heart soared. Finally, someone who shared her ability to hear spirits. “Do you think what we heard was real?” She had to know if he would be like others, wanting to believe but in the end dismissing it all as overactive imaginations.
“I do," he said, his resolve unquestionable.
She sighed and instantly stepped closer to him, the heavy weight of possessing a gift others could not understand seemed to ease. It had been far too long since Giselle was around another like her, a sensitive. She had so many things she wanted answers to. She wasn’t sure where to begin. “How do they know my name? Better yet, who are they and why do they want me to know that death doesn’t finish everything? They don’t feel like ghosts. What are they?”
The man stood eerily still as he stared at her, his dark eyes seeming to see through, to her very soul. “Your name is Giselle?”
She nodded.
He gasped and looked out at the fog. Howls came from every direction and the heavy feel of death pressed in on her. She only barely managed to keep from screaming and that was because the man drew her protectively to his muscular body. He grunted. “You were not to come.”
Instead of pushing away as she’d have normally done when angry, she held tighter to him. He represented safety. “Not to come?" she questioned. "Mr. Duprat phoned yesterday and told me my services were not only needed but that I should come immediately.”
“Non, that is not true.”
She stared at him with wide eyes. Who was he to tell her what the owner of the manor said when he called? “Yes, it is. Mr. Duprat told me to meet him here after nightfall. He said that all business I had to conduct with him needed to happen then.”
Something passed over the man’s face. He seemed nervous. “Come, quickly.”
Giselle followed him. Not that he gave her much of a choice. He held firm to her, ushering her swiftly through the oversized dark wood door. It closed behind her with a thud that echoed through the foyer. The smell of incense filled the air. The high, ruby red walls suited the room, giving the stone staircase an even grander feel. She drew in a sharp breath when she saw the size of the crystal chandelier that hung from the high ceiling.
Impressive.
If the entranceway was as magnificent as this, the rest of the place had to be astounding. She leaned, noticing the number of paintings lining the wall near the staircase. They were as glorious as their surroundings. Mr. Duprat took great pride in his home. That much was evident.
Yes. A home she had no doubt was wrapped in a blanket of spirits and evil.
The man with her, curled his hand around her elbow, guiding her into the sitting room. A deep red settee sat off in the corner, near a writing desk and two, high back sofas took center near the fireplace. Yellow, orange and red blurred as the flames licked the air, offering warmth. Giselle moved closer to the fireplace and the man accompanied her, staying near, his hand still on her elbow.
It inched along slowly, making its way to her side. Heat flared through her and Giselle knew better than to assume the fire had anything to do with the sensation. She stepped in, towards the man, her eyes fluttering, her lips parting.
His fingers dug deeper into her hips and he jerked her to him.
“Are you well?”
“Huh?” Giselle asked, staring at the handsome stranger longer than she should have. She moved from the close proximity, instantly noting the reduction in temperature even though she was even closer to the fire now.
“Is Mr. Duprat here?" she began. "I think I should speak with him. I don’t even need to go further to be certain the place has some serious evil around it. I can save us a lot of time and just declare the manor haunted. I don’t even need a tour.” She rubbed her hands together, hoping to chase away the ominous feeling that had come over her outside. It didn’t work.
In an instant, Giselle felt the press of something evil bearing down on her. Glancing at the man behind her, she weighed her options. She could hope for the best—that whatever the force was wouldn’t strike with him near or she could take the offensive lead. Her gaze went to the top of the stairs. Whatever evil threatened her currently emanated from that location. Nothing appeared to be there. Giselle’s psychic senses told her otherwise. She moved, placing her body before the sexy stranger’s in an attempt to protect him.
“I, uhh, forgot my bag in my car. Would you be so kind as to grab it for me?” she inquired, doing her best to sound sugary sweet. “The howling and the voices aren’t something I want to go through again. Not just yet, anyway.”
The man’s brow furrowed and for a moment she thought he’d say no. When he nodded, she exhaled. He turned and headed out of the door. Not a second later, the evil rushed at her. It took no real form, instead choosing to come at her with a psychic attack. It struck her hard, forcing images of death, destruction and mayhem into her mind. The pain was excruciating and the images were horrific.
Giselle cried out a second before her body was lifted. Something held her, suspended in air as it continued its assault. The horrors the evil presence thrust out at her left her clawing at the nothingness holding her, as she fought for freedom.
Her powers attempted to surface. The years she’d spent hiding them away, only tapping into the tiniest portions of them on an "as needed basis" made her have to think about what should have been automatic.
“You will not win. You will not save him,” the voices said, chanting in unison. Their Latin flawless. Their terror real.
Suddenly, it felt as though large hands were wrapped around her throat, cutting off much needed air. The feel of fingernails digging into her skin, made her very aware of just how powerful the evil was that she now confronted.
Long wisps of light brown blew past her and it took her oxygen-starved mind a second to realize it was her own hair blowing around. Dazed, she did her best to kick-start her dormant power.
Images of something so evil, so raw and full of hate that her mind refused to even acknowledge what was before her, continued to assail her. Reaching out, Giselle took hold of her pendant. She fisted it tight, focusing on the protective power of the tiger’s eye and not the evil around her. She felt it then—help was on its way.
Fog surrounded her, bathing her in a calmness she needed to center her mind. Drawing in a sharp breath, Giselle kicked out and to her surprise, she came into contact with something though what, she wasn’t sure. Strong arms wrapped around her, plucking her from evil’s grasp. She didn’t care what now held her only that it not let go. She coughed, her lungs demanding to be filled once more with air. She clung to her savior too weak to lift her head to see who it was that comforted her.
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Posted by Mandy M. Roth on Sep 4, 2009 in
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In the midst of a war between good and evil, a new type of vampire surfaced—one capable of compassion, love, remorse. Sebastian disobeyed orders, saving a pregnant gypsy carrying the child foretold to one day mate with a demon, forming a union that would end the war between their races.
Thirty years later, that child, Gitana, is now a very desirable woman. As Sebastian’s cold heart begins to beat again, he is driven by an undeniable need to claim her—in a strange twist of fate, he is her demon. But during the claiming, Gitana inherits Sebastian’s inner demon and is thrust into a web of insatiable lust. Complicating matters is Gitana’s ex, a vengeful werewolf who’ll stop at nothing to have her back.
Reader Advisory: Contains a single sizzling ménage à trois scene.
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An Excerpt From: GYPSY NIGHTS
Copyright © MANDY M. ROTH, 2009
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Gitana rushed around the table and took it from him. “Here, I’ll get that.”
“Merci, and I hope to see you again soon. I really should be getting home.”
She shifted and bit at her lower lip. Instantly, his body tightened and his cock hardened. Thoughts of her lush lips wrapped around his shaft flooded him.
“Are you sure? I mean, you don’t have any utilities hooked up yet and it’s supposed to be cold tonight. I have a guest bedroom. You’re welcome to stay in that.”
He couldn’t hide his shock. He never expected her to go so far as to invite him to stay the night. Certainly, he’d hoped but he never really thought she would. Truthfully, he didn’t mind sleeping in a house with no heat. His body stayed cold regardless of his surroundings, so it didn’t matter. As much as he wanted to be with her, in her, the need to feed was too great. He was about to decline her polite offer when he sensed her fear of being alone. Aaron’s call had unnerved her and Sebastian wanted to kill him for no other reason than that. Standing slowly, he nodded.
“If you are sure it would be no trouble, then yes. I would welcome the opportunity to not only have a warm bed but the company of a beautiful woman as well.” His comment was suggestive, just as he intended it to be. Gitana blushed and it warmed him. He wanted to touch her, hold her in his arms and feel the length of her body pressed close to his.
Suddenly, the lights flickered and then died. Gitana yelped and crashed into the corner of the table. Sebastian’s vampire eyes could see perfectly in any light and he used his speed to cover the distance between them. Touching her arm lightly, he whispered in her ear. “It is all right. A storm approaches from the west.” He ran his fingers down her arm. She tipped her head back, exposing her smooth neck to him, and let out a soft, sexy sigh. “Can you smell it…the rain, I mean.”
Gitana took in a deep breath and held it for a moment. “Yes, I do smell it.”
She turned into his arms and tightened under his touch. Her body wanted him. He could sense it. But she was unsure of what to do next. Sebastian also sensed fear in her. It was unclear if her fear was of him or for him. There was only one way to find out.
Leaning down to her, he let his lips hover just above her cheek. He wrapped his body around hers, embracing her, holding her tight. “Ma vie, you are shaking. Do you not like storms?”
“No, I’ve never liked them. I have these dreams sometimes of—” She stopped short.
He moved his head more and blew out a cool breath onto her cheek. It wasn’t hard to notice the sweet smell of her nervous sweat and the soft scent of vanilla she seemed to secrete. He wondered if her cream would taste every bit as sweet as she smelled.
Thunder boomed around them and the window lit with blue flashes of lightning. Gitana jumped and threw herself against Sebastian, leaving his body tightening and his cock painfully erect. He closed his eyes for a moment to try to regain his composure, but being this close to her proved to be too much.
He wanted to have her naked in his arms, to taste what wonders lay beneath her long red skirt and to press his cock deep within her velvety folds. At least if he’d taken blood today, he could have held his sexual urges at bay. But now he wasn’t sure if blood would do much in the way of calming him while he was around Gitana, and that was a sign she was a candidate to be his mate.
Gitana held tight to Sebastian’s shirt and took in his scent. It was one of many types of cologne Aaron had owned. He treated his colognes the same way he treated his women. He used them quickly, changed them often and tossed them aside. She shook her head, not wanting to associate Aaron with Sebastian any further. Something about Sebastian felt so right and she wouldn’t let her ugly past interfere.
Gitana thought about pulling away from Sebastian. She hardly knew him and yet she had her face pressed against his hard chest. To top it off, she’d invited him to spend the night. It was a bold move on her part. She’d never done such a thing before. He’d seemed reluctant at first but when he finally agreed to stay, she’d felt as if she could fly. She wished she’d had the nerve to ask him to stay with her in her bed but she’d chickened out and offered him the spare room.
He moved his arms lower, leaving his hands resting on her hips. Tipping her forehead down, she let it rest on his chest. She wanted to run her hands up and through his long black curls, to feel the muscles in his neck as her fingers danced along them and to know what it would feel like to see them straining above her as he worked his body in and out of hers. The lights flickered back on and startled her. She pulled away, bringing her hand to her face as she laughed.
“Geesh, I’m jumpy. Sorry, I didn’t mean for you…you didn’t have to—” She wasn’t sure how to thank him for comforting her. She’d never had a man do that before.
Aaron’s temper always prevented him from being too nurturing. He liked to blame it on his “condition”, as if being a werewolf was something one could cure, but a year into their marriage she realized that was just the way he was, mean and domineering. Sebastian was different. He seemed to have a tender side he wasn’t afraid to show, yet something dangerous lurked just below the surface.
Her grandmother had told her Aaron was the one for her, her true mullo mate. The prophecies had told of Gitana’s coming and that one day she would mate with a mullo—to her people, a demon such as a vampire or werewolf. Their union would produce a ruler who would end the fighting between the Romani and the demons, saving mankind in the process. She’d been reared to believe in demons and creatures of the night. She’d seen so many different types of things that were thought to exist only in nightmares that they no longer fazed her.
That’s what had made Aaron seem perfect for her. As a werewolf, he knew about how strange her life was and he understood the traditions of her people, the craft they practiced, their vows of secrecy. Normal people just didn’t get it, and letting them know there were demons living and working among them would only cause mass chaos.
There was a loud crash and the house seemed to shake for a brief moment. The lights went out with a pop. Gitana screamed and fell backward, tripping over the leg of the table. She waited to hit the floor but didn’t. Sebastian was suddenly there, holding her tight, protecting her. He sparked something primitive in her, something she’d never before experienced. Raw animal lust overcame her and she almost begged the stranger to take her to bed, to ravish her, to use her until their bodies were spent.
His face was so close to hers that she couldn’t help herself. Leaning up, she planted her lips on his. Part of her expected him to just drop her. Another part hoped he’d reciprocate her advances. He did.
Sebastian’s cool tongue slid into her slightly parted lips and inched its way around her mouth. Tiny, low moans and throaty laughs passed between them as they embraced. She shifted her legs a bit in an attempt to stop the dampness he was creating, but only managed to stimulate her body more. Slick, wet cream lined her inner thighs. As she slid her fingers into his silky curls, her legs gave out from under her. In an instant, Sebastian swept her into his arms.
It was hard to make out his face in the dark, and the sporadic flashes of lightning weren’t helping much. Sebastian’s pale skin looked blue as each bolt struck. He walked with her in his arms, carrying her toward the back of the house. He was doing remarkably well for a man who had never been in her home before, especially in the pitch darkness. He stopped only once to open her bedroom door before he continued onward.
Sebastian laid her on her bed gently and moved his body over hers. Her heart thundered in her chest. A devilish gleam twinkled in his blue eyes with each kiss he swiped over her lips. She panted, breathy from the sensory overload. Eager for him to be inside her, she tugged at him but was answered in the form of his tongue licking across the skin of her neck. It did nothing to stop the need slamming through her. She bit at his earlobe, grunting like a wild animal. His kisses came faster now but were every bit as rewarding as the first one. He was so much taller than she was that her legs stopped at just below his knee. She moved her legs out and allowed him to settle against the soft material of her long red skirt.
Sebastian used his arms to prop himself up to keep his full weight from bearing down on Gitana. She seemed so tiny to him that he didn’t want to hurt her. He’d spent too long looking for her to risk anything happening to her now. He’d thought she would have a hard time breaking through the barrier of him being undead. Clearly, she didn’t. His chest tightened as he thought of her sharing her bed with another and he silently cursed himself for not finding her sooner.
No man but me will ever touch you again, my beautiful Gitana.
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Posted by Mandy M. Roth on Jul 2, 2009 in
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Genre: Romantic SciFi-Futuristic, Paranormal Romance
ISBN: 978-1-60504-615-0
Length: Novella
Price: 3.50
Publication Date: July 2, 2009
Cover art by Natalie Winters
Destiny lies along an uncharted course…
Project Exorcism, Book 1
Long ago, the Commission thought it had succeeded in ridding Earth of all supernatural beings. They were dead wrong. The supernaturals have not only survived the cold reaches of space, they have thrived. And grown more powerful.
Commission Captain Sevan Vasil has enough problems without the strange, erotic dreams that seem to be his mind’s version of a cruel joke. No woman could be that perfect a lover…except perhaps a mate. That’s the joke—no woman alive would dare answer a lion-shifter’s call. Until sassy, raven-haired Lorelei Janelle appears on his communication screen. The familiar face and angelic voice are straight out of his dreams.
Lorelei’s gut tells her not to let Sevan’s damaged vessel anywhere near her uncharted planet, but her hormones overrule her head. The all-too-cocky, all-too-sexy captain is all she ever wanted—and everything it’s not safe to have. Getting him and his crew safely off the planet before the planet’s ruling vampire sorcerer awakes will be nip and tuck.
Getting Sevan out of her heart…impossible.
This book has been previously published and has been revised from its original release.
Warning: Contains an entirely-too-full-of-himself alpha male, a vixen who is out of this world and a bad guy you love to hate.
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Posted by Mandy M. Roth on Apr 24, 2009 in
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Somber Resplendence
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Somber Resplendence is the sequel to Pisces Phenomenon.
Aland Werner is a fierce warrior trained to follow the rules of both his realm and that of the humans. But when news of his mate’s existence reaches him, he’s willing to do anything to get to her and keep her safe.
Tucked away in a mental ward, Sidney Fisher hides behind a façade of crazy to control circumstances as best she can. Drawing the renegade warriors to her means her sister and cousin can live without fear of being captured. But she’s fighting a losing battle, for her destiny is more than intertwined with the star men, especially the devilishly handsome Aland. The Constellaziogēn warrior is ready to claim his mate, and nothing—and no one—will come between him and his woman.
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Posted by Mandy M. Roth on Apr 20, 2009 in
Just Released Just wanted to take a second to celebrate Going the Distance making it to #5 on the MBaM bestselling list. Big congrats to all the fabulous authors keeping me company on there.
Is it wrong I’m hoping it makes it to number 1? It is, isn’t it? LOL
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Posted by Mandy M. Roth on Apr 14, 2009 in
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“Going the Distance” by Mandy M. Roth
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Genre: Paranormal Romance
ISBN: 978-1-60504-491-0
Length: Novella
Price: 3.50
Publication Date: April 14, 2009
Cover art by Natalie Winters
The ultimate battle is waged with one’s heart.
Paranormal Deathmatch, Book 1
Extreme fighting champion Quinn Padgett once had it all. Fame, fortune, freedom. One fateful night it was all stripped away, and for two years the alpha male has endured a torturous life, doing the bidding of a madman in a different kind of ring. The Deathmatch, where the only rule is kill or be killed.
It’s as primal as it gets, and Quinn must draw on all his werewolf instincts to survive. Especially with Carri. Her very presence brings him to his knees, demanding he do all to protect her.
Carri had no idea how close danger lurked until she witnessed her boyfriend’s sick idea of “entertainment”. Now all she wants is to get away from the bastards who are hell-bent on ridding the world of that which they do not understand. But her boyfriend’s reach is long—and brutal. Quinn is her only hope. And the only man who awakens a fire within her, body and soul.
As Quinn and Carri go on the run in a fight for their lives, they find themselves engaged in an even deeper and more dangerous battle—a battle of the heart.
Warning: This book contains a kick-ass alpha male, a crazed madman, towel-dropping sexual tension, smokin’ hot sex, a woman who is more than capable of taming the beast, and the normal “Mandy” death, destruction and mayhem.
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Posted by Mandy M. Roth on Mar 28, 2009 in
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Silk
$2.99
by Michelle M. Pillow
Paranormal Romance
Cover art by Natalie Winters
This book was previously published elsewhere.
About the Book:
In order to keep his secret formula from the enemy, the dying Dr. William St. James made the impossible choice. He injected the only sample of it into his daughter, killing her chance at a normal life so that an elite superhero may be born. Now, ten years later and utterly alone, Quinlan St. James is still torn between the woman she could have been and the superhero, Silk, she has become.
Nikandros is an immortal Protector, sworn to an eternity in the service of good. His is a lonely existence, one chosen long ago. Believing that Quinlan might be selling her father’s formula to the highest bidder, the Protectors send him to seduce the reclusive billionaire. However, instead of a coldhearted conspirator, he discovers a lonely woman with a heart of gold—and a secret identity. Now it’s up to him to prove her innocence without blowing his cover.
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Rating: Contains graphic sexual content, adult language, and violence.
Length: Novella
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Heat Level: Sexy
Daughter of Darkness (Book One)
$5.50
by Mandy M. Roth
Dark Fantasy Romance
Cover art by Natalie Winters
This book was previously published elsewhere.
About the Book:
Good or Evil? How’s a girl to choose?
Gwyneth Stevens, born of magical descent and raised by humans, fully understands that creatures of the night exist outside of books and movies. When her job leads her to Necro’s Magik World & Supernatural Theme Park, she meets Pallo, an Italian vampire so captivating, so perfect and so familiar. Before she can fully explore her feelings for him, fate steps in, bringing with it a sexy bounty hunter who makes Gwen’s insides tighten and her body burn. Caleb instantly lays claim to her heart.
Torn between her love for two men, Gwen finds herself caught in a triangle shrouded in passion, lust and immortality. In a world where humans live in ignorance and supernaturals are a sub-culture, anything is possible.
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Rating: Rating: This story contains mature situations, paranormal elements, graphic violence, gore, strong language, explicit sex, the loss of child, and a woman’s love for multiple men. It is not intended for the faint of heart.
Length: Full Novel
Genre: Dark Fantasy Romance
Heat Level: Erotic
Animal Instinct (Ghost Cats 1)
$2.99
by Michelle M. Pillow
Paranormal Romance
Cover art by Natalie Winters
This book was previously published elsewhere.
About the Book:
They are the ghost cats … supernatural … irresistible lovers … dangerous enemies. Their passions rage for one person alone–the mate each has sought for eternity. When desire soars, can you resist their siren call?
Never did she realize that the animal she saves is the man she’ll desire most.
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Rating: Contains graphic sexual content, adult language, and violence.
Length: Novella
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Heat Level: Sexy
Immortal Ops (Book One)
$2.99
by Mandy M. Roth
Dark Fantasy Romance
Cover art by Natalie Winters
This book was previously published elsewhere.
About the Book:
Captain Lukian Vlakhusha is having issues with his newest target, Peren Matthews. Something about her has left him staring at her picture and wondering what it would be like to touch her soft skin. When the time comes for the team to strike, Lukian senses danger and aborts the mission. He makes an attempt at meeting Peren and is set in his place by an independent young woman who knows what she is, and isn’t, looking for in a man.
Lukian is having trouble telling Peren that he’s what she fears most, a werewolf. Can they make the passion that burns between them last, or will Lukian’s condition be too much for Peren?
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Rating: Rating: Shape shifter Romance: Contains adult situations, paranormal themes, violence, and is not intended for the faint of heart.
Length: Novella
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Heat Level: Erotic
Portrait of His Obsession
$3.99
by Michelle M. Pillow
Historical Paranormal Romance
Cover art by Natalie Winters
This book was previously published elsewhere.
About the Book:
Lord Harrison, Earl of Wrotham, is a rogue who lives from pleasure to pleasure until the night he lays eyes on his best friend’s sister. Now it is all he can do not to think about the reserved, prudish Syrian Blakeney. Are his instincts right about her? Does she have a wild soul like his own just waiting to be released? Or is she truly the prude society believes her to be?
Syrian Blakeney knows the Earl’s reputation and doesn’t believe he can take anything seriously, especially her. Only after seeing the portrait her brother has painted of her, revealing how prudish the world really sees her, does she stop to consider that the Earl might hold the key to her secret desires. Does she rebel again the damning portrait, throwing caution to the wind? Or does she remain as she is, as reserved and unfeeling as paint on canvas?
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Rating: Contains graphic sexual content, adult language, and violence.
Length: Category
Genre: Historical Paranormal Romance
Heat Level: Sexy
Critical Intelligence (Immortal Ops 2)
$4.99
by Mandy M. Roth
Paranormal Romance
Cover art by Natalie Winters
This book was previously published elsewhere.
About the Book:
When loyalties are questioned and bonds forged, the I-Ops find themselves fighting a war to guard not only their secrets but their lives as well.
Missy Carter leads a rather boring, overworked life as a system analyst for the State Department or rather, that’s what she lets everyone believe. No, in reality her life is anything but boring. As an agent with the Paranormal Security and Intelligence, she’s seen and done it all. Intelligence is her specialty, assassination is her hobby. The only problem is that the things she spies on don’t die easily. In fact, some of them were dead to begin with. She’s learned to handle anything life can throw at her. That is until the biggest paramilitary pain her ass shows up again. Lucky for him, he’s sexy.
Roi Majors, second in command of the I-Ops, is having a hard time believing that Intel can only get half the information needed to bring down an underground ring of vampires with big spending backers who are hell bent on creating a race of supernaturals with multiple strands of DNA in them. As the team searches for answers, Roi searches for sexual release. When he finds himself paired with the one woman in the world who seems immune to his self-proclaimed charms, he can’t wait to see her to safety and then bid her good riddance. He never counted on falling in love with her. And he sure in the hell never counted on her claiming to be an agent with a branch of the government no human should know about.
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Rating: Contains graphic violence, explicit sex, and strong language.
Length: Novel
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Heat Level: Erotic
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Posted by Michelle M. Pillow on Feb 9, 2009 in
Just Released In honor of Valentine’s Day, NCP is having a Double Your Pleasure Sale!
Buy any print book on the last chance page and you will receive a second copy of that book absolutely free to give to someone special!
Hurry supplies won’t last long!
HERE ARE THE MICHELLE AND MANDY TITLES YOU CAN BUY!
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Posted by Michelle M. Pillow on Jan 20, 2009 in
Just Released 
Check it out! We just got our new cover for our new EC Book.
Pleasure Island
By Michelle Pillow & Mandy Roth
Part of the Pleasure Cruise World…
A tropical island that’s seen better days. A downed plane. A marooned boat. And two gorgeous supernaturals who’ll stop at nothing to claim their mates.
Jurgen wants Annette in the worst—or best—way, and he intends to make her his. Finding a way to get off the island can wait until he’s shown her all the pleasures to be found with a shapeshifter mate who’ll stop at nothing to ensure she’s his—forever.
Keoni thinks all his fantasies have come true when a half-naked Christy flounders in the water beside his boat. Being unexpectedly marooned on a sinking island in the middle of nowhere gives him the perfect opportunity to get down and dirty with the sexy lady of his dreams.
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That’s right, as a special Christmas thank you to our readers, we’re giving away The Twelve Days of Christmas for FREE (collection of short romantic stories)
Twelve Days of Christmas
By
Kay Gregory
Diana Bold
Kate Austin
Leanne Karella
Michelle M. Pillow
Mandy M. Roth
Sheryl Hoyt
Shonna Brannon
Jackie Barbosa
Deborah Schneider
Brandi Broughton
Suzanne Macpherson
To download it– CLICK HERE
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