A new print anthology including Sierra Dafoe's erotic novella, BloodWolf!
Within each of us lies a dark secret -- forbidden passions so strong they frighten us with their intensity. Between these pages, our heroes struggle with their own irresistible longings. Dark lust blurs the line between love and sex -- their only hope, to embrace the unthinkable hungers and follow their mates into an abyss of dangerous lust. And love.
Angela Knight -- The Dark One
Matia of Ruza is one of the legendary Battlemaids -- a woman warrior who has taken an oath of celibacy in service of the Maid of Light. Kaska intends to make Matia the centerpiece in a sizzling erotic ritual in honor of his god.
Willa Okati -- Chain of Thorns
Riven finds himself trapped and enslaved when Earth is destroyed in a fiery cataclysm. Where is the line between fantasy and reality -- slavery and love?
Elayne S. Venton -- Waiting for You
Tybirius West is a mercenary -- and the one man Major Reeva Medusa can't get out of her mind. Trouble is, if Ty were on her side, he wouldn't have taken her captive, blindfolded, stripped and bound. This time she may be the one for sale to the highest bidder.
Sierra Dafoe -- BloodWolf
Baudouin Delacor wanders the earth, solitary, friendless, and hopeless. Centuries ago an ancient evil turned him into a beast for which there had never before been a name -- not the loup garou, the WereWolf, but the loup de sang. The BloodWolf. Delacor has only one hope left: that by destroying the succubus, he can free himself of its curse.
Elisa Adams -- Night Creatures
Nightmares plague Juliana McGovern -- twisted, erotic dreams where monsters urge her to join them in their terrifying rituals. It's only a matter of time before they pull her into their world. And Max, the one man she thinks she can trust, has a few deadly secrets of his own.
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Reviews for BloodWolf
Best Paranormal Book of 2006! -- Love Romances Cafe Readers Choice Awards (tie)
5 Blue Ribbons! "An awesome, shocking, and very provocative read." -- Romance Junkies
5 Kisses! "Once again, Sierra Dafoe has surpassed herself, and I challenge any reader to be able to pause during the reading of this book. I could not have been dragged away from it by wild horses; it is that powerful an experience." -- Two Lips Reviews
"A superbly written novel that combines horror and eroticism in a way that will leave the reader reeling." -- Romance Reviews Today
BloodWolf/Dark Side M/F menage/erotic
Publisher: Changeling
Format(s): eBook/print
Length: Novella/anthology Order eBook!
The cabbie stared into the rear view mirror. "Here, sir? But --"
"Stop here."
The tires crunched to a stop on gritty sand. Handing a hundred dollar bill to the driver, Delacor got out. The thump of the cab door closing behind him was very loud in the silence.
He waited until the noise of the retreating cab had faded away. Then he tilted his head back, studying the smattering of stars just peeking through the darkening arch of the sky.
A light breeze skidded up from the south, blowing across the sparse vegetation of the Amargosa Desert and setting a clump of yucca to clacking softly. It brought with it the tang of sere, uninhabited spaces; rugged, rolling lands in which nothing but coyotes and rodents and scorpions moved. Delacor dropped his head back and breathed in deeply. The scent filled his nostrils, sharpening the hunger he'd denied now for months, making his muscles twitch impatiently.
He hated this, hated what he was about to do. But already his hands were ripping at his cufflinks, dropping the pearl-tipped bits of metal behind him as he strode deeper into the Nevada night. His Cavellini suit jacket he left draped over the spindly limbs of a sagebrush, his belt near the base of a striated rock. Kicking off his shoes, he shed the rest of his clothes, retaining only the small waist pouch he habitually wore under his shirt. Cinching the pouch's strap tight around his lean waist, he narrowed his eyes, and waited.
To the east, above the horizon, a golden glow painted the sky from the moon, just shy of full, hidden still behind the low-lying hills. It called to him -- a call that had once been the keenest exhilaration to answer. Now the thought of what it meant sickened him. But hunger, the bastard child of the poison in his blood, twisted inside him, sending flares of agony knifing through his gut.
For eight months, he'd suppressed that hunger. He'd hidden himself as the moon grew round, avoiding its light, drinking himself into a stupor to try to silence the craving inside him. He'd sweated and shrieked inside sterile hotel rooms, holding himself back by sheer will from ripping open the curtains, letting the moonlight pour down...
He'd tried it before, over the centuries, many times. Tried to starve the hunger into submission. Each time, he'd hoped that he could outlast it, that without the blood his affliction demanded, he would die.
He didn't. The torment simply grew stronger with each passing moon till he could no longer fight against it, and must give in.
Bending down, he scooped up a handful of sand, let it trickle slowly through his fingers. Moments passed, each one a grain of sand falling, falling... The moon cleared the horizon, and then there was no more sand, no more hand to hold it, no more Baudouin Delacor. A massive black wolf with eyes the color of amber stood in the desert, scenting the wind.
Breaking into a long, steady lope, the wolf headed north.
