Snippet from Demonic Desires by Mandy M Roth

Paranormal Vampire Shifter Demon Romance

Reform isn’t in every bad boy’s future…or past…

Ava Fenaly knows a thing or two about magik, and she knows exactly what she’s doing when she summons a demon in her bedroom. Well, almost. Ava is convinced the exhilarating night of passion that follows is all a dream. It has to be, because she’s dead set against revisiting her past—and the horrors she left behind long ago.

For the last three hundred plus years, Donatus Manlian has been living a peaceful life. Lonely, but peaceful. When the demon he has kept carefully locked within for centuries finally breaks free and responds to Ava’s call, the peace—and the loneliness—are gone. Now Donatus is forced to revisit tragedies long buried as he protects Ava from the evil that pursues her. But another evil lies within him—and now that it’s been awakened, the demon wants free.
Rating: Contains graphic adult material,

adult language, and explicit sexual content not suitable for sensitive readers.

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Demonic Desires

Mandy M. Roth

Dedication

To Nick. Your insight, encouragement and words of wisdom are always appreciated.

Prologue

Donatus Manlian bit back a smile as he held the door for the elderly woman. “Mrs. Rosière, I’ve told you every day for a month and a half that I’m more than willing to pick up the things you need at the store on my way home. I can even hire someone to do it for you.” It wasn’t the first time he’d offer to do that and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last either. The elderly woman was stubborn. Almost more so than he.

Mrs. Rosière smiled up at him, her eyes twinkling with merriment. “You’re a good boy, Donatus. A good boy. Don’t let anyone tell you different.”

If you only knew.

He kept a smile plastered on his face as she entered her home. Shifting the bag of groceries he’d taken from her when he’d found her walking home alone—again—he followed her in. The smell of freshly baked cookies filled the air and Donatus wondered how that was since she hadn’t even been home. He also wondered would it would have been like to grow up in home such as this, with a caring woman to look after him and provide a steady supply of love and baked goods. You’d not be the jaded fool you are now if you’d been pampered.

As he strolled past the endless rows of holy artifacts she had, he thanked his lucky stars that the days of bursting into flames the moment a crucifix came into play were long gone.

It had been over three hundred years since he’d had that problem. Of course, Mrs. Rosière was none the wiser. To her, Donatus was in his early thirties and an upstanding citizen. Hell, to everyone but his brethren, he was just that. It was laughable to a certain degree.

In reality, he’d spent all that time atoning for the evil he’d help reap upon the world and caging the demon that would always remain within him. Being a good boy didn’t come naturally to him. He had to work at it. Harder than most.

“Would you be a dear and put the bag on the counter for me?” she asked, going straight to the cupboard and grabbing two glasses.

They had done roughly the same thing for over a month. He would find her walking with bags that were way too heavy for her and he’d help her home, and she would give him a glass of lemonade. The additional pep talks about how much the Lord loved him were always optional. It wasn’t a topic he wanted to dwell on and she seemed to respect that, most of the time. On a few occasions she’d gone out of her way to quote scripture to him, citing various forms in which forgiveness was granted.

Some acts are unforgivable. Just like some men.

Not wanting to agonize over that which could not be changed, he went to work on unloading the bag. Mrs. Rosière shooed him away. “That will be enough of that. Sit down, relax. There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.”

Reluctantly, Donatus did as she requested. When she sat down across from him, his chest tightened. In the short time he’d known her, he’d allowed Mrs. Rosière to fill a position he’d never actually had anyone fill before—mother figure. Grandmother, even. “Mrs. Rosière, is everything okay with you? Are you sick?”

She snorted, waving a hand dismissively in the air. “Oh, I’ve been dying since the day I was born. We all have. Or most of us anyways.” The glance she cast him made him wonder if she knew more about him than she was letting. “I want to talk to you about your family, Donatus.”

“I have no family. I have friends I consider brothers but that’s it.”

She pushed his glass of lemonade in front of him. “No, you have a family out there. You just haven’t taken the initiative to go find it. More to the point, you haven’t made an attempt to find her.”

“Her?” he asked, sipping his drink. He watched her carefully, doing his best to figure out where the conversation was going.

“Yes, her. Your wife. The woman you’re destined to spend the rest of your life with, Donatus.” She smiled, snow-white wisps of hair dancing around her pale face. The wrinkles nearest her eyes crinkled. “Tell me why you haven’t looked for her.”

He chuckled. “I wasn’t aware I had someone earmarked for me, Mrs. Rosière.” That wasn’t entirely true. In theory, all supernaturals had a special someone. At least that’s what people told him. He didn’t really believe it. The idea of forces greater than one could conceive granting someone like him a wife were highly suspect.

“Well, you do and you’ve wasted too many years sitting back and doing nothing. A man your age should be out living life to its fullest, trying to find that perfect someone, that match.”

Men my age are dust at best.

He held back from speaking his mind. It wasn’t like he could really tell her he’d been alive for centuries. Even if she believed him, she couldn’t have the knowledge. No one could. It would put too many lives at risk. Smiling, he tipped his head. “I’ll start looking for her right away. Want me to bring any candidates past for your approval?”

A slow, knowing smile moved over her face. “That won’t be necessary. When you find her, you won’t need anyone else to tell you it’s right. Your heart, your entire being will know.”

“As romantic as that sounds,” Donatus sighed, “I don’t think happily-ever-after is for everyone.”

Especially not men like me. Men who did unspeakable acts centuries ago and have to live with the harsh reminder daily.

“Donatus.”

“Yes?”

“Have a little faith. It’s not what a man is. It’s what a man does.”

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Stats from my blog and Raven’s.

Mandy blog 2011 Page impressions (blog only)
Quarter 1
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/blog/ 2,499

Quarter 2
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Quarter 3
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Quarter 4
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Raven Blog 2011 Page impressions (blog only)
Q1
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Q2
/ravenblog/ 90,428
Q3
/ravenblog/ 78,434
Q4
/ravenblog/ 69,230

It was difficult to decide to launch a self-publishing endeavor. Even with the support of my friend and fellow author, Michelle M. Pillow, it was still a hard decision to make. So, let me put you in my mindset for mid 2009-2010. I’d had some issues with one of my publishers. I won’t go in to who or what but it’s safe to say that I did not elect to renew my time released contracts with them. Already many of my titles with them had reverted back to me. I’d down some outsourcing, re-releasing several with Samhain Publishing and Ellora’s Cave Publishing but I simply had too many coming out of contract at one time for either publishing house to get out in a timely manner. Plus, I would hear from my editors, this is great but I want some new (non-previously pubbed) work from you. I understood where they were coming from but my readers had other demands. My inbox was exploding with requests/demands for the next books in existing series. Many of the series at that point were out of contract and without a home.

The pressure began to mount as did the emails from readers. After talking with Michelle and realizing she was in the exact situation as I was, we thought, well, we could try publishing them ourselves. Keep in mind, this was still very “new” to authors. We’d already spent years being pointed at and singled out because we were at e-first publishing housing. (We’ve been published since 2004 and it was with an e-first/ebook publisher.)

I know I was actually told I wasn’t a “real” author because of the publishing houses I was with and that I needed to post my sales number to prove I was actually making any money. Insulted, and frankly ready to kick a few select persons straight in the teeth, I elected not to post my sales numbers. It was none of their damn business. I didn’t ask to see their income, asking to see mine was rude.

It was pointed out more than once that I might as well be vanity published instead of bothering with Samhain and Ellora’s Cave and other e-first pubs. I am NOT the only author who went through this. I believe the majority of us with these companies from nearly the start dealt with this. It was just the way it was. So, when it came to 2009-2010 time frame I’ll admit to being gun shy about wanting to publish my own books—re-release or not.

Michelle and I talked and talked and talked and decided nothing ventured, nothing gained. We’d stood up against the naysayers with small press and came out the other side smiling, we’d do the same with self-publishing. We’d already been heavily involved in The Raven Happy Hour. It actually comes from a nightclub in my Daughter of Darkness books that was hugely popular with my readers, so much so that it spawned into an online free ongoing story and an online hangout for our readers and fellow author friends. It was wildly popular and very time consuming. It already had a following, a name and we were known for Raven-ish promos so it was a no brainer to call our self-publishing endeavor The Raven Books.

It also was a no brainer to tackle new territory with Michelle. I am a cover artist as well as an author. I’ve done covers for many, many houses (over 500 covers to date) under the brush name Natalie Winters so we already had a professional cover artist at our disposal and I was already doing websites for so many people I lost count, why not do The Raven Books as well? Michelle worked hard teaching herself to format ebooks for us as well as countless other administrative tasks that would bore a normal person to tears. We put out a call and interviewed possible editors and final line editors. We found several we were comfortable with and hired them out on a per book basis.

We started small, hosting a shopping cart site, uploading our formats, having people buy directly from us. Then, one day we read a news release about Amazon opening its doors to indie/self-pubbed titles. We decided, why not? Barnes and noble did the same and then ARE and others did as well. By July of 2010 we were listed our self-pubbed titles on Amazon, BN, ARE and smashwords (who in turn sends to Sony and Diesel and others).

Putting the titles back in front of the masses was hugely successful. That was when we knew we had a “home” for our out of contract books. Self-pubbing!

More titles came out of contract and we went through the process of hiring editors to go through them again, doing edits, new cover art, new ads, the works. As we were able to get a fair number of them back in front of readers again we realized we could actually write something totally new and self-publish it. Immortal Ops 4 was the very first book I wrote totally with the idea I would publish it. Strategic Vulnerability didn’t just do as well as the other books in the series which I’d gotten rights back to and re-released, it did better!

From there other stories were born with the idea I’d be the one publishing them. It was amazing how creatively energized I felt. I knew I didn’t need to worry about certain things my other publishers would and wouldn’t allow in books. I had the freedom to write what I wanted and how I wanted it. Such an awesome and muse librating thing.

I also realized I could do a side project I’d always wanted to do but couldn’t without hurting my author name branding. I wanted to write contemporary westerns that were erotic. Now, the erotic part isn’t really a stretch for me. It’s the contemporary western part that was vastly different from everything written under the Mandy M. Roth name. Thus, my pen name, Rory Michaels was born. It was a great way to keep the branding I’d established and focus on a new one just related to contemp westerns. All the Rory books are new and never before released. And to date I’ve published several new (never before released) Mandy M. Roth titles as well (Strategic Vulnerability, Master of the Hunt, Winter Solstice and Adam’s Angel).

Yesterday, I was finally able to sit down and go through my sales reports. I mean, really go through them. I decided to do every report from my top three sales vendors. The goal was to see what books/series were selling well and which had something left to be desires. I have many books and many series. I need to know when to pull focus. I figured this would be a help. Boy did it ever!

As I compiled the data from July 2010- Dec 2011 (from Amazon, BN and ARE) I was stunned at the unit sale numbers coming in. I already knew how much money had been made. I track that very carefully. But this was actual numbers of unit sales clear as day before me. In my mind I’d somehow thought I’d sold maybe 20,000 ebooks. (No, that number doesn’t jive with my income earned but I didn’t really think hard on it. I knew I was earning more per title than I had when they were with other small presses so I naturally assumed it meant a lower unit sales number than what it was.)

Much to my shock and delight, I saw that I was OVER 60,000 self-pubbed ebooks sold from Jul 2010-Dec 2011 just at the top three. Note: not all my books have been out this entire time. They have been released over the time. I was over the moon with excitement. The number does NOT include any FREE ebooks giving away through KDP select (that total is around 10kish). The total is ONLY units sold and ONLY my selp-pubbed units sold. Not Michelle’s. I would never release her or any author’s sales numbers. None of my titles still with Spice, Samahin or Ellora’s Cave were factored into this. The over 60,000 does NOT include sales figures from the titles when they were with other publishers, these are ONLY the numbers from them being published by me. So be mindful, these numbers are on most titles that are re-releases and just a very few  new works. These had already sold first and second editions at other pubs so I was stunned to see them perform this well for me.

To me this was a huge milestone. It added validity to all the hours, all the hard work, all the sleepless nights of getting the Raven going. We honestly have put in many 18 hour days. It also proved to me that we truly have the best community of readers, friends and fellow authors out there.

I’m sure someone will try very hard to dismiss this accomplishment or belittle it. Sadly, there are many who can only find the negative in things. That’s fine. I’ve been dealing with those people since I started writing just over 8years ago and since I was first published. I’ll be dealing with them until I drop, I’m sure. What matters is that I’m ecstatic over the numbers. They’re not what New York could move but they are what “I” could move and that makes each and every single one so VERY important to me. Thank you for helping me reach this personal milestone and for sharing this journey with me to date. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow will bring.

Are Michelle and I moving totally to self-publishing (Raven) only? No. We still have offers from large houses and still have titles with Harlequin Spice Briefs, Samhain Publishing, Virgin Black Lace, Pocket, Ellora’s Cave, Random House, Running Press, Adam’s Media and more. We love the Raven and the freedom it provides. But we also love what other houses provide us as well. Every experience we’ve had to date has helped to mold us into the authors we are today. These sales numbers for my self-pubbed titles are being shared because I’m proud of them and simply wanted to share with “friends, readers and fellow authors”.

I’ve always been extremely supportive of fellow authors and have always appreciated my readers beyond words. I hope these numbers inspire others and that we as authors/readers move forth together as a united front in the publishing community and continue to move the industry forward.

Side Note: Raven Jul2010-Dec2011 sold over 150,000 self-published ebook titles!

Mandy M. Roth

www.mandyroth.com

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King of Prey Series
King of Prey ASIN: B0012JSB9A
A View to a Kill ASIN: B000UMZMME
Master of the Hunt ASIN: B005WKFWRE

If you enjoyed King of Prey Series by Mandy M Roth, please try Project Exorcism, Immortal Ops, Sacred Places or Gypsy Nights all by Mandy as well.

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Excerpt from Executive Decision by Mandy M Roth

Dale nodded but held me to him. He pressed his mouth to my ear. “We didn’t get a chance to finish our conversation.”

“Huh?”

“Do you, Liz?”

I tilted my head so I could see his face better. “Do I what?”

“Do you honestly think what we did doesn’t count as sex?”

Sorry I asked. again.

Opening my mouth, I tried to answer him but ended up closing it again. “I … err … I don’t know. I didn’t think you wanted Charles to know about your sex life and I’m fairly sure you’d rather Paige not hear it either.”

“Yeah, maybe filing that incident in the bathroom away and keeping it between us is for the best. It would just make things awkward around everyone else and girls I date might get jealous because I’m still friends with you. Kind of messes with my image.”

Girls he dates? Messes with his image?

I gripped his hands as I soaked in the words. It wasn’t like I expected anything from him. We agreed to not let it change our friendship and I’d made sure to stay detached. Knowing all of this didn’t make the thought of Dale being with someone else hurt any less. It was none of my business that he wanted to see other people.

“You know, come to think of it, it would be nice to find someone to take care of things for me the right way.”

The right way?

The wicked bitch of the west branch just had the house drop on her. I stopped moving with him and he had to force me to go at all. There were so many things I should have said. I said nothing.

“It’s a good thing that the one time we lose our minds was substandard to say the least. Can you even imagine if it actually ranked up there in our best of category? It’d be really hard to get over that.” He pressed his mouth to my ear and whispered, “I can assure you that nothing will change between us because I’m over it. Thanks for the roll about though. It was amusing to say the least.”

Substandard? Roll about? Amusing?

He let go of my hands and I stood still. I didn’t let the anger in me surface. It was odd to feel so calm when I was so angry and so hurt. Turning, I looked at Dale. I carefully kept my face void of emotion. “Dale.”

“What, do you disagree? Am I wrong, Liz? Let me know, I’d hate to piss you off.” There was something in his tone I couldn’t put my finger on. I didn’t care to evaluate it. He wanted to pick a fight, and I wasn’t in the mood to take the bait.

I locked eyes with him. “Dale, I’m not upset with you. I’m disappointed in you. Resorting to this isn’t something I ever thought you would do. I am truly sorry that I was a ‘lame lay’ for you. And I’m sorry that I told you I wouldn’t let it change things between us.”

Dale moved to touch me, but I shook my head no. He stopped, but he wasn’t happy about it. “You’re disappointed in me? Huh, that’s rich considering what you’ve been up to for a year.”

“I’m not going to take the bait and argue with you. You’re hurt and angry so you’re lashing out at me. If you’re having issues dealing with what happened and you regret me wasting your time that’s fine. I don’t share your opinion on it being substandard, but I’m biased, I’m the woman in question. You didn’t hurt me tonight, you hurt us. I will move your things to Paige’s tomorrow morning.” I put my hand out to him. “I’d like my key back now.”

His face fell. “Liz, are you throwing me out?”

“I’m simply helping you to eliminate all the substandard aspects of your life. Good luck with all you do.”

Dale tried to pull me to him, but I backed away and put my hand out again. “My key, please.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled his keys out. I watched with a stone face as he slid his key to my apartment off his ring. Looking down at my outstretched hand, I noticed the Gucci watch he’d given me. I brought my hand back and Dale looked relieved right up until I unclasped the watch and removed it from my wrist.

“Liz, that was a gift.”

“I know and I loved it, but every time I look at it I’ll be reminded of the ugly things you said to me. I trusted you and let you close to me. That was my own mistake. I should have learned my lesson the first time around.”

“First time around?” Dale asked, slowly handing my key to me.

I ignored his question. He didn’t deserve an answer. I took it and placed the watch in his hand. “I think it’s safe to assume that I’m going home to Ohio alone. I do thank you for having offered. You didn’t have to do that.” I took a deep breath before I delivered the killing blow. “I’ll speak with Charles about moving you off my team while I’m on vacation. I’m sure with the right persuasion he’ll do as I ask and not think it substandard.” I turned to walk away. Dale caught hold of my arm and held me in place.

“Liz, I didn’t mean any of that. I was hurt. I don’t think—”

Putting my hand up, I stopped him and peeked over my shoulder. “You said what you meant. I just find it funny that your anger for Charles started this between us and now he’ll be the one to clean it up. And, Dale, he’s never been anything but kind to me. Can you say the same?”

Yanking my arm free of his grasp, I walked back towards the entrance. I not only needed air now, I needed to apologize to Charles and be sure Dale’s job was secure. I made my way out of the front door and stepped to the side. Unzipping my handbag, I grabbed my phone out and turned it back on. It took a minute for it to sync up with the satellite. Scrolling through missed calls, I found Charles’ number and hit the enter button.

“I was wondering if you’d call back,” Charles said as he answered. “I thought you might.”

“You think you’ve got me all figured out, don’t you?” I asked in a playful tone.

“I’d like to think I do. Now, do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

“Charles, we both know you don’t care … hey, how did you know something is wrong?”

He chuckled and I could just imagine him laying back on his bed, half out of his suit as he talked to me. “I know you better then you like to believe, Elizabeth.”

“I guess so.” I laughed and twisted away from the door more to be able to hear Charles better. “I’m sorry I had to cut you off earlier. It was a little hard to hear.”

“I had no idea Corbin could be that loud.”

“Ignore him, we all do.” I did a silent prayer that Charles would let the Dale situation go.

“We? So, you’re out in a group?”

“Yep, I have three of my girlfriends and one of them, Paige, is Corbin’s sister.” I could almost hear his relief over the phone. “I told you that before. You just don’t listen to me.”

“I’ll admit I was a bit concerned you and he were an item.”

I picked at the brick next to me and thought carefully about everything I was saying. When I realized I was ruining my French manicure, I stopped. “Ah, no, Corbin, as you like to call him, and I have never been an item–we were close friends at one time but a difference of opinions ended that. I’ll be honest, I thought for a brief period there that there was something more but he made it abundantly clear I’m not his type. Everything happens for a reason. The only reason I’m telling you this is so you don’t dare fire him or take out your anger on him. He can be an ass at times, but he doesn’t deserve you gunning for him for no reason.”

Charles laughed from the gut. “I can’t believe you’re not his type. I’ve just gone from being jealous to feeling bad for him.” He was quiet for a moment. “Did it upset you that you weren’t his type?”

I stood there thinking about Charles’ question. “Promise you won’t use anything I say against him and then I’ll give you an honest answer.”

“I promise.”

“Yes, I think I did wish I would have been his type. But you can’t force what isn’t there. Well, I should get back into Fever and find my friends before they get paranoid and have the DJ page me.”

“Elizabeth, come over tonight. Stay with me. You’ve never spent more than a few hours here.”

“Charles, not tonight. Thanks for asking though. I think I’d like to just spend the evening with the girls. We could meet for coffee in the morning if you want. I’m going shopping with the girls to find a dress for my reunion and I’m having dinner with everyone later.” I leaned against the wall and clicked my heel nervously on the ground. Someone laid on their horn and I flinched. Gotta love New York.

“Coffee sounds perfect.”

“Hey, before I hang up. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“See you in the morning.” I hung up and looked out into the night. It’s true what they say. The city never does sleep. There were as many people out and about as there was during the middle of the day.

As I turned to go back into the club, I ran smack into Dale. I looked to find his face blank. Wonderful, I loved emotional crapshoots. “I had a feeling you were coming out to call him.”

I tried to side step him and failed. I thought about stomping on his foot but liked his black leather boots too much to cause them harm. “Excuse me please, I have nothing further to say to you.”

“But you have plenty to say to him.”

Was it wrong that I no longer wanted to hit him, now I wanted to kick him?

I resisted the urge to injure him. Instead, I did something neither of us expected. I ran my thumb or his lip and cupped his cheek as I looked up at him. “Just because you think I’m barely worth a quick roll in the bathroom, doesn’t mean I think that of you. I called Charles to ensure you had a job Monday morning, Dale.”

“You didn’t ask him to move me off your team. Why?”

“Because when I meet him for coffee in the morning I’m going to put in my resignation and recommend you for my position.” I tried to move again, only to find myself being pulled into his arms.

“Dammit, Liz, I know I screwed up and you’re mad but don’t destroy your career over it.”

Pushing on his chest, I put distance between us. “How is finding a new position ruining my career? I should have never gotten involved with my boss. Regardless of how hard I work people believe he plays favorites. I’ll start over. Wipe the slate clean. Hopefully it will be somewhere close but honestly, I’ll go wherever the wind takes me. Now move.”

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Master of the Hunt (King of Prey III) by Mandy M. Roth

When the oracle warns Prince Aeson that his future mate is in the human realm and is in great danger, he wastes no time going in search of her. Problem is, he has no idea who he’s looking for. He’s never met her and the oracle couldn’t give him anything more than small clues as to who she is and where she might be.

Sent to one of his favorite hangouts—a sex club—Aeson is stunned when a beauty shows up on the arm of another man, a man void of emotion. He senses trouble surrounding her and something else—something that marks her as his. He doesn’t care if she is or isn’t the woman the oracle told him about, she’s the woman he wants. Anyone who dares to stand in his way will feel his wrath and, before the night is out, she’ll feel exactly what it’s like to be taken by a prince.

WARNING: This book contains hot, explicit sex and violence, dominant alpha bird shifting males who think they’re always right, even when they’re dead wrong and a woman who isn’t about to stand by and let them boss her around.

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Prepared to Please by Mandy M. Roth

Futuristic Erotic Romance

Book 1 in the Cyber Sex series.

She’s hot, willing and ready do anything to satisfy him at a single command. Captain Roman Parker’s dream woman? Not quite. Because she’s not real. The hologram he’s created to relieve his sexual tensions is a poor substitute for the real Destiny, the woman who makes his blood boil and fire shoot through his loins. Except Destiny doesn’t want him…or so he thought.

Lt. Commander Destiny Stewart’s had her eye on her superior officer from the moment they met. Not wanting to lose her position aboard the expedition vessel, Destiny sticks with pleasuring herself and enlists the help of a holographic likeness of Captain Parker.

Technology brings Roman and Destiny a soulless satisfaction—until they discover just how much better the real thing can be.

WARNING: This book contains hot, sex with machines, holograms, a drop dead sexy captain and a stubborn as all can be woman.

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Trust in the Season by Mandy M. Roth

As Victoria told her best friend, Megan, all she wants for Christmas is a hot, horny vampire. Instead she’s got a sleazy, sexually harassing boss who treats her like a piece of meat and doesn’t know the meaning of “no!” Victoria can’t afford to lose her job. Where’s her fictional horny vampire, coming to her rescue so he can rock her world? If only they were real…

Phillip Ruth does his best to pass as human. He’s managed to carve out a name for himself as a successful businessman by controlling his otherworldly blood lust. But the day he crosses paths with Victoria, lust isn’t the only thing he’s feeling. As the sparks fly, he finds he’ll do anything to make her his.
Note: Want to know more about Victoria’s BFF, Megan? Pick up Christmas Curse by Michelle M. Pillow!

WARNING: This book contains hot, explicit sex and violence, a super sexy, super undead boss who will romance your pants off and a woman who thought she was just trying to make it along in life.

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Let’s talk ghost and levels of hauntings. Here is level four & five.

Level 4. The Trickery Stage
• Flying/moving objects

• Objects disappearing and reappearing elsewhere

• Shaking furniture

• Pushing or shaking people

• Windows, mirrors or other household objects breaking for no reason

• Levitation
Level  5. The Danger Level

• Dangerous activity

• Biting, Slapping or punching

• Animating objects

• Use of household electrical systems

• Hair pulled

• Heavy objects falling

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Have you or anyone you know experienced this level? If so, tell us about it.