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Blurb: Haunted by the loss of his parents, Jared Catterick earns his keep working for the Catclaw Clan. But, once he finds out the truth he runs to his one true mate, Morgan, who he had met while she was on holiday.
When his past and present collide, it’s worse than he imagined and he’s forced to fight for his life.

Excerpt:

Auntie walked into the middle of the hollow. “We the Catcall Clan are gathered here together to witness a challenge. Called by Munch son of Tiger, who challenges Jared Catterick son of nobody.”

“I am the son of somebody,” Jared yelled. The sudden flow of anger had his heart pounding hard against his ribs.

“Who? What are their names?” Auntie crossed her arm and leaned on one hip and tapped a toe.

“I donna remember. I was too young when they killed them and took me away,” Jared muttered. “And she knows that.”

“Is Catterick your real last name?” Killer asked him in the canine speech.

“Aye. I donna remember much about me old life, but I never forgot me name.”

“Just tell her Mr. and Mrs. Catterick,” Killer said.

“Me parents were Mr. and Mrs. Catterick,” Jared said in a loud clear voice.

A few people around the hollow snickered.

Auntie gave a quick nod. “Jared son of Mr. and Mrs. Catterick. Munch challenges you for the death of his da, Tiger.”

Munch marched to Auntie’s side. He was every bit as big as his father. Well-muscled and not just tall but wide. Where Tiger’s hair was gray and white, Munch was blond and black. Another man accompanied him, his second, a tall, lanky male named Boyd. Jared knew him well, even though he was younger.

“Och. Here we go,” Jared told Killer and walked out into the middle of the hollow.

“He’s big,” Killer said in the canine speech.

“And ugly. I wouldna want to ride him into battle.”

Killer stayed at his side. “Psst.”

“Eh?”

“You can fight, right?” Killer asked.

“Aye.”

“Good to know.”

Auntie looked at both males. “Jared, as the challenged, you may decide on weapons and forms.”

“Human and no weapons,” Jared said.

“Very well,” Auntie said. “You may use your feet, hands, elbows and knees. Even your head if you feel the need.”

“What aboot sticks and stones?” Munch asked, his voice youthful.

“Will break my bones,” Jared said under his breath.

Killer snickered.

“No weapons,” Auntie shook a finger at Munch. “That includes sticks and stones.”

“Well,” Munch crossed his arms, “since I canna change into cat form, I think I should be able to use whatever I find in the hollow.”

“This isn’t a free-for-all, Munch. There is discipline to a challenge. You must remain in your human form and fight like a human. With this match, we’ll have a square go.”

“Not very cat-like.” Munch sniffed.

Auntie fisted her hands and leaned toward Munch. “You’re not a cat. You are a shifter. You shift between three forms. Now stay with one for the duration of the fight.”

“Doesn’t he understand?” Killer asked.

“A bit daft that one,” Jared muttered back. Munch doesn’t seem have a lot of self-control. Unlike Tiger who would have done exactly what Auntie said to the letter.

“Seconds, to the side.” Auntie pointed. “You may view the fight only. Do not interfere unless your partner is hurt or someone breaks the rules.”

Both Boyd and Killer trotted to edge of the clearing.

Jared stood facing Munch. Several feet separated them. Jared shook out his arms, moved his head from side to side, and loosened his muscles.

Auntie raised her hand and did a karate chop between them. “Now fight.”

“I swear on me da’s grave, I will end you!” Munch roared and the skin on his face boiled. His hands burst out of his gloves and feet from his boots. The shift made Munch bigger, tearing his clothes. He stopped in the in-between state, like movie werewolves of old, but in this case half-cat and half-human. The only thing that remained of his clothes was his black overall snow pants and even that stretched taunt across him. Extending his claws, he snarled and reached for Jared. “I want to see you bleedin’.”

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Dragon Mirror by Janice Seagraves
Kidnapped and seduced, Crystal Wedgewood will do anything to get back to her husband. Even fight a king dragon with her bare hands.

Excerpt:

Crystal hopped in and snuggled under the blue and brown handmade quilt, but soon pulled it off. Too hot for a blanket. “Nighty night, darling.”

“Sweet dreams, baby.” He brushed his lips against hers and caressed her breast.

She melted against him. Hoping this time, he’d get an erection.

Pulling away with a smile, he turned off the lamp on his side of the bed.

Trying to suppress a dejected sigh, she reached over for the switch and clicked her light off. She knew he couldn’t help it, but it had been nearly a year since they’d made love. And she really wished he’d get some of those pills. Birthday nooky would have been wonderful.

Moonlight from the full moon came in past the blue cottage-style curtains. She swore the damn wood frame on the mirror squirmed around like snakes. It creeped her out. Even curled up in her husband’s arms, sleep was a long time coming.

Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, a light flashed and settled on Crystal’s face.

She blinked and held a hand in front of her eyes. “What the…?”

The light pulsed and seemed to be coming from the odd mirror.

“Crystal, Crystal, Crystaaaal,” said an odd lilting voice. “Come over here. I want to look at you.”

Crystal swung her feet to the floor but checked on her husband first. He lay curled on his side, snoring. If it wasn’t him that spoke, then who?

With a start, she realized a handsome man with long, straight jet-black hair and bright green eyes was staring at her through the mirror.

Holding a hand to her chest, she glanced toward the curtained windows. No, it isn’t a reflection but even if it was, it wouldn’t be that clear. “What are you doing in the mirror? Are you trapped behind the glass?”

“Yeeess, an evil sorcerer imprisoned me here and only you can save me. The spell was cast so only a kind man bestowing this mirror to a good woman can let me out. And that good woman is you, Crystal.” His voice, deep and sensual, drew her closer.

Crystal reached toward the mirror and touched the ice-cold glass. “You’re mistaken. I don’t see how I can help you.”

“No, you’re my beautiful, Crystal.” His fingertip came through the mirror, and his hand grabbed around her wrist, and yanked.

Gasping, she stumbled through an ice sheet. The room on the other side was filled with a dry, baking heat. She warmed instantly until her temples pulsed.

The man stood before her dressed in a black button-down shirt, dress pants, and shoes. He was even more striking than he first appeared.

“What’s going on? How did I get here? Didn’t you say you needed my help?”

“You’re my bride and the future mother of my offspring.”

“What—no. I’m already married.” She turned, seeking the mirror so she could step through it.

A mirror not unlike the one she was dragged through stood not far away with a vortex in its depths. At the center, she could make out her husband still resting on their bed and his gray eyes blinked open.

“Paul!”

“You’re not leaving yet.” The man waved his fingers and the mirror vanished. He had yet to relinquish her hand and jerked her around. “You’re not married in this universe.”

“What universe? What is this place?” Alarm rang through her like a bell. There was no way back to her bedroom and her husband. She looked around, her chest tightening, and she sucked in the heated air in quick bursts.

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