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They came from two different worlds.
Ramses was a werelion. Shana Tory was human. The Dreaming foretold them as soul mates.
So Ramses tracked her down in America, and when he found her, made her his and brought her back home with him to the South African Bushveld.
But others from his pride, led by one evil lioness, do not want them together.
Besides their lives, will their love survive the coming war?
Excerpt from Beast Magic-must be 18 and older to read it and the novella:
Ramses paced one end of the cage to the other. He acknowledged the other lions briefly as they watched him with an air of fear and respect. They knew what he really was. Shapeshifter. Changer of forms. One of many that, like him, were behind the myths of werebeasts, except they weren’t myths.
He stopped and smiled. It was something that a pure lion couldn’t do. Sharp fangs glinted in the moonlight.
The funny thing about werewolves, werelions, weretigers, and other s | |  | | Forbidden Love: Bad Boys: Soul Seduction
Unrepentent, cursed by the Fairy Queen of the Seelie Court to be imprisoned alone, forever, in a human city park for trifling with her daughter, Branigan Darkman finds a chance for companionship in one human, Alicia Turner.
Alicia has always felt compelled to come to the city park her father has taken her once to play in. At first she doesn't know why, then she meets Bran and when he takes her blood her soul becomes his.
Ten years flew by; a drop in the bucket of a fey’s life. Endless throngs of people came to and left the park. Each day at noon and each night at midnight, I sent out my call to Alicia, trying to draw her back. But it seemed her soul was stronger than my magic.
Finally though, I had won. Our connection had proved stronger than her soul and force of will.
Alicia stood next to the fairy ring at midnight, her head sunk down between her shoulders in broken submission.
“I’m here, Bran.” A wealth of pain colored her voice.
I magicked myself from my place and appeared next to | |  | | Forbidden Love: Wicked Women
There's nothing more dangerous than a caged animal. But what if that caged animal was a werewolf? Even more so, what if that werewolf was a woman, a very wicked woman. Sasha Anderson has been caught and caged by Major General Horatio Bishop, her 'wicked' equal in the human world. There's nothing more dangerous than a werewolf in lust. Being a predator can be a bitch, sometimes.
Well, all right, I am locked up in this really big cage, naked, and with not one man in the room ogling at me with any kind of lust. In fact, their eyes looked at everything but me or the cage. No way to escape, no way to sink my teeth into their flesh. Even when they needed to draw blood from me, or operate on me, some scientist pressed a button, causing a gas to rise up from the floor, fogging up the inside of my cage and knocking me out for the count. I never get one of them even close to the bars on the outside, much less inside with me. No better than some amoeba under a microscope to the |
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