This ebook boxed set features all-new, never-before-published hot paranormal romances by eight New York Times and USA Today best-selling romance authors. Tortured alpha-male bad boys will ignite your darkest, most secret desires in these stories about vampires, shifters, dragons, fallen angels, werewolves, demons, psychic warriors and ghosts.
Here’s more about this fantastic eight book boxed set, including an excerpt from one of the stories.
Dark and Damaged: Eight Tortured Heroes of Paranormal Romance is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Find the links to your preferred retailer at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/dark-and-damaged/
Dark and Damaged: Eight Tortured Heroes of Paranormal Romance By Jennifer Ashley, Caris Roane, Erin Kellison, Felicity Heaton, Erin Quinn, Laurie London, Bonnie Vanak and Colleen Gleason
LION EYES by Jennifer Ashley
Bree has just decided to give up trying to be a Shifter groupie when a lion Shifter slams into her truck and tells her to drive. Seamus is on the run from hunters, other Shifters, and who knows who else. All Bree knows is that he’s compelling, needs her help, and most intriguing of all, wears no Collar...
BLOOD FLAME by Caris Roane
Vampire Officer Connor of the Crescent Border Patrol tries to suppress his desire for the powerful witch, Iris Meldeere. Because the woman possesses the ability to kill him with the tips of her fingers, how can he possibly fall in love with her? When a double homicide throws them together, he soon finds his deepest fantasies fulfilled as Iris succumbs to his seductions. But as they battle together to stay alive, and love begins to consume them both, will the witch be able to forgive the dark secrets of his past …
HER SINFUL ANGEL by Felicity Heaton
Cast out of Heaven and now the king of Hell, Lucifer is a powerful fallen angel warrior with a heart as cold as ice and soul as black as the bottomless pit. For millennia, he has ruled his realm with an iron fist as he plots the demise of his ancient enemies. When one of those enemies dumps an unconscious mortal female in the courtyard of his fortress and leaves her there, Lucifer finds himself entranced by the beguiling beauty and tempted beyond all reason. But is the enchanting Nina an innocent pawn in the eternal game or part of a plot against him?
TEMPTED BY FIRE by Erin Kellison
A powerful dragon shifter has waited six hundred years to avenge the loss of his family, but the beautiful mediator sent to prevent violence among the Bloodkin doesn’t want to be his key to discovering the murderer—in fact, she wants nothing to do with dragons at all...
REBEL’S DESIRE by Laurie London
A jaded Iron Guild warrior cares about nothing except battling a ruthless enemy, but when a beautiful woman literally runs into his arms, he realizes she holds the key to his success. As passion ignites, he must decide whether to sacrifice the woman he’s falling for or dare to trust his heart again.
THE RESURRECTION OF SAM SLOAN by Erin Quinn
Trapped in the body of a human, the Reaper is about to fall in love with a woman he was never meant to have… When a reaper is trapped in Maggie’s estranged husband’s body, she knows only that the man with her husband’s eyes feels like a stranger… a compelling, seductive stranger who touches her in ways her treacherous husband never could. She wants to trust him, but what about the ghost who haunts their home, implicating him in a gruesome murder…
REDEMPTION by Bonnie Vanak
A cursed alpha wolf promises to free an enslaved Mage if she mates with him so he can sire an heir, not realizing she can destroy the dark secret keeping his pack alive.
RAGING DAWN by Colleen Gleason
After the vampires Max Denton hunts brutally murder his wife, he is nearly destroyed himself and spends the next ten years living a life of violence and revenge. But when sensitive information about his young daughter falls into the hands of the vampires, Max is forced to team up with the woman whose father ultimately caused the death of his wife. Savina Eleaisa has secrets of her own, and she’s determined to do whatever it takes to clear her father’s name: even if it involves seducing the most dangerous of vampires--with or without the help of the arrogant, brooding Max Denton.
Dark and Damaged: Eight Tortured Heroes of Paranormal Romance is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Find the links to your preferred retailer at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/dark-and-damaged/
Sending a woman was not a mistake. Whatever momentary confusion her name had caused, someone had arranged it. No question.
Thane guided her to the house’s study, a hand just skimming the back of her silk blouse. “Can I get you something to drink?”
He stopped at the bar cart to pour himself a glass of Scotch. He needed to give himself something to do. Strangers unsettled him, pumping his blood just a little too fast to be completely safe. And a woman… Well, he’d not allowed one close for years now.
She walked deeper into the study, standing in the center of the room just before the overlarge desk. One of her arms touched the briefcase hanging near her hip. Not quite nervous. As Bloodkin, she should know to be at the very least wary of an old dragon. We bite.
She was shorter than most dragon-born. She had clear brown eyes that were level and circumspect. Her light brown hair was too straight to be natural, a layer cut to frame her face. She had a pouty mouth, merely glossed. Her narrow skirt fell to the knee. And her blouse barely showed the notch between her collarbones. She was curvy, but she wasn’t here to seduce. Nevertheless, his fingertips itched to touch her. All of her.
What did they mean by throwing a Bloodkin woman at a dragon near his change? A distraction? A peace offering? For his wife and child? No.
“The Heolstor brothers seemed just as surprised when they met me,” she said.
“Were they?” He held up his Scotch to remind her of his offer.
“Oh, no, thank you,” she said as she looked around the study. It wasn’t his, so she’d learn nothing if she were here to spy.
“How did your meeting with Dr. Buckley go?” she asked.
“The remains of the woman and child belong to me.” He’d only allow this farce to play so long, abiding by the Bloodkin Assembly’s strictures on inter-kin conflicts. In this modern age, the Triad who controlled the Assembly had become absolute on maintaining secrecy about dragon matters. No fighting. No fire in the sky. “And the Heolstors know it, too.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised,” she said and returned her direct gaze to him. “Nevertheless, there is a process.”
How politic. She seemed too intelligent to allow herself to be a pawn.
She went on to describe the actions she’d taken with the university and the donors. When he requested documentation, she reached into her briefcase and produced it. Efficient. Prepared. If she was a pawn, she wasn’t a helpless one.
“I hope you can understand,” he said, “how offensive this process is when the remains being kept from me are that of my late wife and son.”
The space between her brows wrinkled in what seemed like momentary confusion. Thoughts flickered behind her eyes—she hadn’t known about his loss?—but she kept her composure. “I will do my utmost to bring it to a speedy—”
Thane slapped the desk in frustration and felt one of its legs give with a crash. “Who sent you?”
She blinked at the noise, startled, but she didn’t shrink. “My boss informed me that a Bloodkin had to handle this matter, and so here I am.”
“Who? A name. Who directed you to take on this mediation?” Her involvement had to have somehow been arranged by the Heolstors. Have this woman for the one we took from you. He was not so easily bought.
A knock sounded at the door.
Thane ignored it.
The door opened anyway.
“My lord, if I may—”
Thane inclined his head over his shoulder, snarling. “Get out.”
When he looked back at Emerson Clark, her gaze was full of censure, but still no fear. If anything, she was showing more grit. “My boss is Martin Fraser.”.
Thane was not so unaffected. “Fraser isn’t a Bloodkin name.”
“I’m not sure who’s Bloodkin and who’s not within the company. I just do my work as well as I can.”
Not sure who…? Unbelievable.
Of course, the Bloodkin had staff all over the world—lawyers and businessmen to manage concerns. Few were kin themselves, and those who were of the Blood, were young like this Emerson—a ridiculous name for a woman—and only there to educate themselves on how the world’s networks operated.
“Were you taught nothing as a child?” he spat.
The muscles in her clenched jaw twitched. Her eyes challenged him.
Fire and burn, how she got his blood up. Her scent was affecting him, too. All those modern products loaded with perfumes. He passed a knuckle over his mouth to breathe through it.
Her gaze dropped to his hand and lingered on his fingertips for a moment. These past years, the dragon growing emergent, his nails had grown black, thick, and slightly tapered.
She rolled her eyes.
Shock warred with a flare of his anger.
"I think I saw a fly.” She stepped back, putting space between them and exaggerating her movements as she looked around the room.
He couldn’t help himself. He laughed. What a little liar. Thane Ryce Ealdian had stalked this earth for over a thousand years, and she thought him a fool. Thought the signs of his imminent final shift were…what? An affectation?
“Are you Bloodkin or not?” he demanded.
“I am.”
“Are you sure?” She didn’t sound it and seemed utterly ignorant of their ways.
She swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “I apologize deeply for any offense I might have caused.”
He’d bet gold she was going to blame her “allergies” again.
“Really, the pollen is killing my eyes,” she said. “I’d better go.”
Ha!
She made a wide berth around him to get to the door. “Mr. Chandler has my contact information if you need me. And I’ll be in touch when I hear from Dr. Buckley.”
“Stay,” he commanded.
She opened the study door. “I’m sorry, I can’t. I have a dinner date.”
“With whom? One of the Heolstors? Ransom or Locke?”
She smiled politely. “No, neither. Rest assured, this has nothing to do with the Bloodkin.”
And then she had the gall to turn her back on him and start down the hallway to the front door.
The dragon stretched within him. His vision went hazy, breath hot. His gaze lingered on her tiny waist and the sway of her rounded hips.
“My lord—” Matthew clutched the hilt of his short sword, sheathed at his belt under his suit jacket. Did he think to use it on his lord to save her? Had the whole world gone mad?
“I’ll be in touch.” Emerson Clark opened the door and walked out.
A Bloodkin woman of age, with no protection but her intelligent eyes and that clever mouth.
Thane gaped after her. “What is she?”
Matthew shook his head. “I don’t know. Bait? Or a provocation?”
Meant to force his final shift into dragon? Thane growled. “The first casualty, more like.”
“My lord?”
Thane turned away from the sunlight, disgusted. “In what will most certainly become a war. Follow her. See that she gets wherever she’s going safely.”
Thane guided her to the house’s study, a hand just skimming the back of her silk blouse. “Can I get you something to drink?”
He stopped at the bar cart to pour himself a glass of Scotch. He needed to give himself something to do. Strangers unsettled him, pumping his blood just a little too fast to be completely safe. And a woman… Well, he’d not allowed one close for years now.
She walked deeper into the study, standing in the center of the room just before the overlarge desk. One of her arms touched the briefcase hanging near her hip. Not quite nervous. As Bloodkin, she should know to be at the very least wary of an old dragon. We bite.
She was shorter than most dragon-born. She had clear brown eyes that were level and circumspect. Her light brown hair was too straight to be natural, a layer cut to frame her face. She had a pouty mouth, merely glossed. Her narrow skirt fell to the knee. And her blouse barely showed the notch between her collarbones. She was curvy, but she wasn’t here to seduce. Nevertheless, his fingertips itched to touch her. All of her.
What did they mean by throwing a Bloodkin woman at a dragon near his change? A distraction? A peace offering? For his wife and child? No.
“The Heolstor brothers seemed just as surprised when they met me,” she said.
“Were they?” He held up his Scotch to remind her of his offer.
“Oh, no, thank you,” she said as she looked around the study. It wasn’t his, so she’d learn nothing if she were here to spy.
“How did your meeting with Dr. Buckley go?” she asked.
“The remains of the woman and child belong to me.” He’d only allow this farce to play so long, abiding by the Bloodkin Assembly’s strictures on inter-kin conflicts. In this modern age, the Triad who controlled the Assembly had become absolute on maintaining secrecy about dragon matters. No fighting. No fire in the sky. “And the Heolstors know it, too.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised,” she said and returned her direct gaze to him. “Nevertheless, there is a process.”
How politic. She seemed too intelligent to allow herself to be a pawn.
She went on to describe the actions she’d taken with the university and the donors. When he requested documentation, she reached into her briefcase and produced it. Efficient. Prepared. If she was a pawn, she wasn’t a helpless one.
“I hope you can understand,” he said, “how offensive this process is when the remains being kept from me are that of my late wife and son.”
The space between her brows wrinkled in what seemed like momentary confusion. Thoughts flickered behind her eyes—she hadn’t known about his loss?—but she kept her composure. “I will do my utmost to bring it to a speedy—”
Thane slapped the desk in frustration and felt one of its legs give with a crash. “Who sent you?”
She blinked at the noise, startled, but she didn’t shrink. “My boss informed me that a Bloodkin had to handle this matter, and so here I am.”
“Who? A name. Who directed you to take on this mediation?” Her involvement had to have somehow been arranged by the Heolstors. Have this woman for the one we took from you. He was not so easily bought.
A knock sounded at the door.
Thane ignored it.
The door opened anyway.
“My lord, if I may—”
Thane inclined his head over his shoulder, snarling. “Get out.”
When he looked back at Emerson Clark, her gaze was full of censure, but still no fear. If anything, she was showing more grit. “My boss is Martin Fraser.”.
Thane was not so unaffected. “Fraser isn’t a Bloodkin name.”
“I’m not sure who’s Bloodkin and who’s not within the company. I just do my work as well as I can.”
Not sure who…? Unbelievable.
Of course, the Bloodkin had staff all over the world—lawyers and businessmen to manage concerns. Few were kin themselves, and those who were of the Blood, were young like this Emerson—a ridiculous name for a woman—and only there to educate themselves on how the world’s networks operated.
“Were you taught nothing as a child?” he spat.
The muscles in her clenched jaw twitched. Her eyes challenged him.
Fire and burn, how she got his blood up. Her scent was affecting him, too. All those modern products loaded with perfumes. He passed a knuckle over his mouth to breathe through it.
Her gaze dropped to his hand and lingered on his fingertips for a moment. These past years, the dragon growing emergent, his nails had grown black, thick, and slightly tapered.
She rolled her eyes.
Shock warred with a flare of his anger.
"I think I saw a fly.” She stepped back, putting space between them and exaggerating her movements as she looked around the room.
He couldn’t help himself. He laughed. What a little liar. Thane Ryce Ealdian had stalked this earth for over a thousand years, and she thought him a fool. Thought the signs of his imminent final shift were…what? An affectation?
“Are you Bloodkin or not?” he demanded.
“I am.”
“Are you sure?” She didn’t sound it and seemed utterly ignorant of their ways.
She swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “I apologize deeply for any offense I might have caused.”
He’d bet gold she was going to blame her “allergies” again.
“Really, the pollen is killing my eyes,” she said. “I’d better go.”
Ha!
She made a wide berth around him to get to the door. “Mr. Chandler has my contact information if you need me. And I’ll be in touch when I hear from Dr. Buckley.”
“Stay,” he commanded.
She opened the study door. “I’m sorry, I can’t. I have a dinner date.”
“With whom? One of the Heolstors? Ransom or Locke?”
She smiled politely. “No, neither. Rest assured, this has nothing to do with the Bloodkin.”
And then she had the gall to turn her back on him and start down the hallway to the front door.
The dragon stretched within him. His vision went hazy, breath hot. His gaze lingered on her tiny waist and the sway of her rounded hips.
“My lord—” Matthew clutched the hilt of his short sword, sheathed at his belt under his suit jacket. Did he think to use it on his lord to save her? Had the whole world gone mad?
“I’ll be in touch.” Emerson Clark opened the door and walked out.
A Bloodkin woman of age, with no protection but her intelligent eyes and that clever mouth.
Thane gaped after her. “What is she?”
Matthew shook his head. “I don’t know. Bait? Or a provocation?”
Meant to force his final shift into dragon? Thane growled. “The first casualty, more like.”
“My lord?”
Thane turned away from the sunlight, disgusted. “In what will most certainly become a war. Follow her. See that she gets wherever she’s going safely.”
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