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Walking toward the nearest town, I see bonfires and hear humans singing. I wonder momentarily if I’ve time traveled into the past. Thankfully my hood covers my face, which is the tell-tale sign I’m not human. But I’ll have to find someone to help me to contact the Alliance Force. They don’t even know I’m on Earth. My mission was so secret that no one but the High Council knew.

I had the double-edged dagger wrapped around his throat before the monster could even calculate his predicament! A surge of adrenaline kicked in, as I heard Christa cry out in pain. This caused me to dig deep with my sharp, deadly, instrument. It plunged into left side of the Guardian's main artery with great force.

There she lay in all her glory...it was her: Dalia from the Wild. As she lay upon the manicured turf eating a fresh peach under a heavy tree, my mouth salivated as she sexily consumed her delicacy.

Never did I think a girl like Gretchen Hawthorne would be the woman of my dreams. She is stubborn, irritating, and can piss me off at the drop of a hat. But she is also sweet and has a vulnerability about her that she doesn't allow many to see. She let me in for a split second, and what I found was even more than I had bargained for. Her façade is nothing more than a mask to hide her fears. One wild night in the barn at my cousin's house, and I'm hooked.

On the outside, I was nothing more than the fun-loving guy that made everyone laugh. But on the inside, there was more hate than I knew how to control. No one knew the life I'd led; I hid my demons well. But even in all the anger and pain, there was one spark of sweetness. She was younger than me, so innocent, and worst of all, my best friend's little sister. Grace was off limits. Wanting her led to the possibility of losing the only true family I'd had left.

To keep an ill-fated bargain, witch Maeve MacKenna surrenders herself to the scheming Demon Lord Arawn. He’s dangerous, arrogant, ruthless, and dominant—everything she should despise in a male, especially after the torture by another demon left scars on her body and soul. She should tremble with terror in Arawn’s presence. So why does he make her shiver for entirely different reasons? And awaken parts of her body she believed numb after her assault?

This year's hottest MFM ErotiCom is Save a Horse. It’s a short AF novella that starts as a RomCom, but turns into Erotica for a while, then becomes a RomCom again. It will feel familiar, like a really bad made-for-TV movie, but with smut.

I was the ultimate bachelor. I enjoyed my wild life, the late nights, and the fact that I had no commitments. My job and my freedom were all I needed. Or so I thought. Chloe was sweet and kind, and the way she got so flustered in my presence was adorable. That smile of hers did things to a man. And her laugh? It was infectious. She had this gravitating pull that was irresistible.

Maddison used to be one of the guys, but that was definitely not the case anymore . . She had changed and damn if it didn't make my heart race. With each passing second, she began to consume me. Her smile made my knees weak and the way she looked at me took my breath away. She captivated me, but she was forbidden. She was the one girl I had no right to crave.

I have seven weeks to meet and marry a human woman. If I don’t, I will lose my position as Commander of the Alliance Force. Since I took command, my attempts to meet eligible women have been disastrous. Lev, our resident anthropologist, has suggested I attend Oktoberfest in Munich. His rationale is that I like beer and the comradery of dancing and singing and will be surrounded by women who also enjoy the same activities. I always advise my officers to mingle with humans at their festivals.

Eyes so blue I swear it's like looking at the turquoise waters of the Greek Isles. Those are the first memories I have of Kyra. For years I stood on the sidelines, watching and waiting for my perfect chance. Wanting her so badly, consumes my every thought. There are so many things I thought I knew. But the truth is . . . I don't know the real Kyra. But what I do know is that I will stop at nothing to know her. I am mesmerized by her beauty, captured by her smile, and warmed by the love she has for her Gran.

All the plans are in motion, the decorating has commenced, and the crazy is in full stride. After all it wouldn't be a Brooklet Dreams celebration without every single person adding in their contributions. This crowd doesn't do small. There is no event to minor, no accomplishment goes unnoticed, and a wedding . . .