Happy Birthday Amber Kell!

Happy Birthday Amber!

Thank you for inviting me to participate in your November Birthday Bash! It's a pleasure to be here and spread the love and lust for all things paranormal and male.

It's always hard finding just the right gift. There's always the cute teddy bear and champagne...

But knowing you, I think you'd appreciate something more like this...

So here's to wishing you another wonderful year of balloons, cake and frosting. Oh, um... the pin is in the mail. 

Surprisingly enough, the couple I get the most comments on is Evan and Adel from Adel's Purr, my Elements of Love series. I have to admit, I really enjoy this couple. Evan is a very strong character and Adel, well being a gargoyle gives him a unique view of the world. 

Birthday Balloons

Adel sat perched on the balcony at Doc's residence and hospital. It was the wee hours of morning and Evan slept in one of the guest rooms maintained by the daemon. The warehouse assault that had freed many of the people now filling the hospice rooms Doc maintained had not saved everyone. Many had died both in the conflict, some from injuries that Doc was unable to cure and others like his friend and fellow gargoyle, Finn was still missing. The archbishop having escaped through the black blood spells and sacrifice of the lives of his priests had left them few clues as to where he could have disappeared. 

But these weren't Adel's current worries. It had begun a couple weeks back while they were sitting in a restaurant in Rome. It had been a rather strange meal. Evan had refused to enter the Vatican proper, but upon Jude's prompting they had journeyed from Paris to Rome to meet with the Pope. The man had been much younger than either he or Evan had expected. They had been seated at a table outdoors, enjoying the day, with the Pope's personal guard surrounding them, protecting their leader. It had been so surreal because in that moment, regardless of his abilities, he'd realized if the Pope had wished them ill, he could have done as there was no way for him to extract Evan from all those men.

"I'm so glad you agreed to come to Rome." His Holiness said after some awkward introductions and the pontiff had requested they be seated at the table. His certain members of his staff entered the restaurant, emptying it of customers and staff except for the cook. Then his staff took over the duties of waiting on them and making sure the meal wasn't tampered with. "I apologize for all this, but as you are aware, someone is trying to kill me. So my staff takes my security rather extreme."

"No, that's quite alright, your Holiness." Evan frowned slightly and peering at the man who sat with them dressed from head to toe in a white suit, instead of the usual cassock.

"You're wondering about my attire?" The Pope chuckled. "It's an attempt to disguise myself and blend in. But surrounded as we are, I doubt very much it will dissuade anyone as to who I am."  

"Well if you had come without the guards or maybe with one or two, and not taken over the entire downtown area in order to do so, I'd have said you might have been somewhat successful." Evan grinned at the man, who appeared to be only a few years his elder.    

"I guess my days of slipping around unnoticed are past." The Pope said with a certain amount of chagrin.

"If you don't mind my asking, sir, how old are you?" Adel inquired from his standing position over Evan's right shoulder. The entire situation made him uncomfortable and so he remained on guard, ready to grab Evan and launch himself into the air at the first sign of deceit.

"I am 28 years old." The pope flapped his hands a bit at Evan's gasp and Adel's dropped jaw. "I know, its rather unheard of for one my age to become pontiff. But the church is not the same as it once was. I was raised knowing I would become pope and I was inducted into the roll when I turned 21. Much as my counterpart in India, the Dahli Lama, once his reincarnation is found, the child is raised with the knowledge that he is ruler of his people, I have been raised with the knowledge and education of our people."

"I had no idea." Evan frowned. "I just assumed you were chosen by the cardinals."

"I was, in a manner of speaking. I was a child among thousands seeking to enter the seminary in Rome. I tested highest among my peers for aptitude, was multilingual and one of my tutors later told me I have a peaceful countenance about myself. I'm not sure what he means, but somehow it aided in their decision and I was chosen at the age of 7 to become who I am today."

"I would never have considered the cardinals taking such a drastic change from the usual method." Adel stared out over the crowd as he spoke. "Not that it negates who you are in any fashion, it is just surprising."

"I believe it may be part of the reason I am being targeted. Even among the Cardinals, there is ambition and in making me pontiff, they circumvented the aspirations of many." The Pontiff sighed. "How about you, how old are you Evan?" he asked, clearly trying to lighten the mood.

"Twenty five, soon to be twenty six." Evan chuckled.

"Ah well if you are still in Rome, you will have to invite me to your birthday celebration. Although I suspect circumstances will have you back in the America's by that time."

"As you ..."   

Adel ran a hand over his face and sighed, staring up at the clear star filled night sky. The day had come and gone, amid all the turmoil of Jude's disappearance and then his need for assistance and Finn's kidnapping... he'd simply forgotten and missed Evan's birthday. There had been no celebration of his heart's birth into the world, not that he would know what to do for a birthday celebration, in any event. 

Skye twittered and rubbed against his thigh, the young griffin gargoyle seeking his attention like any youthful creature, with a desire to play. Of courses, where Skye could be found, Gabe was never far away. The griffin shifter seemed to find solace in the company of the hatchling gargoyle simply because of his form. Griffins weren't solitary creatures, usually found in large prides.

"What has you out here moping around by yourself while your mate sleeps?" Gabe asked. 

"I'm not a very good mate." Adel grumbled and glanced over his shoulder at the large muscular blonde man behind him.

"That's not true. I've seen the two of you together and you dote on Evan. That man wants for nothing and seems supremely happy. Are you fighting?"

"No, but..." Adel wondered if he could talk to Gabe about his failing. If he didn't do something soon to fix things, Evan would notice his melancholy and realize it was more than just the fact Finn was missing. "Evan turned twenty six recently and I forgot his birthday celebration. I didn't even mention it on the day of his birth or wish him well."

"Yep that's a crime." Gabe chuckled sitting down cross legged alongside Adel. "But its not too late. It's never too late, especially when its someone you love."

"Are you sure? I mean the day is past. Don't I have to wait until next year?"

"No. Birthdays are a celebration of the people we love. The day on which we choose to celebrate that person's life and show them what they mean to us is truly insignificant to the celebration itself." Gabe grinned at the gargoyle.

Adel fluffed his wings and resettled them about himself as he considered, "But how does one celebrate a birthday?"

"It is different for each culture, and it was generally a celebration for children. A time when a parent would give toys, games or books to the child. Once past the age of adulthood, many no longer celebrate, or if they do, its necessities that a parent may gift to their offspring. At least those were the celebrations of the past. In this time where most children are raised by people other than their own relatives, may never even meet their mothers, few actually even adhere to the old ways of celebrating birthdays."

"But His Holiness made it sound like a birthday celebration was an automatic thing." Adel grumbled as he tried to understand.

"The Pope is a monarch and as such it probably is an automatic thing and has been for his entire life. The rest of humanity, I would guess it isn't something that is done anymore. If you don't have parents because your mother was a breeder in the temple and your father a sperm donor, who will care if you turn another year older."

"Yes, I can see that. Evan was raised by his uncle." Adel rubbed his chin.

"He may have grown up celebrating his birthday. You would have to ask him." Gabe smiled as Skye curled up in his lap, and he scratched the small griffin behind his feather tufted ears.

"So what is customary at these celebrations?" Adel asked. If the day wasn't overly important, but the acknowledgement was the important part, maybe he could still show Evan how much he loved him. How much it mean to him that his mate and rescued him from his own death.

"There was usually cake, presents and balloons." Gabe chuckled. He hadn't participated in many birthday parties as he'd lived his life as a loner for a long time before being accepted into Nico's family of paranormal's. 

"I have seen cake. I've never eaten one. Evan tried to teach me to cook. Our oven has never been the same as I didn't know what a timer alarm was and attacked the stove when it went off. Evan cooks and I watch or help if I can." Adel snickered. 

"I can just see that, you smacking the hell out of an oven while Evan comes running into the room upon hearing the crunch of metal and glass." Gabe broke into belly laughs that had him wiping tears from his eyes.

"I have nothing for him, no present."

"Although it has been a number of years, I think if we go down to the market, we might still be able to purchase balloons." Gabe grinned. "They use them for weather predictions and to test the winds for balloon travel.

"Lets go." Adel stood, picked up Gabe and Skye in one swoop and launched himself off the balcony.

"I can fly myself." Gabe growled, grasping onto Adel's shoulders as Skye squawked indignantly and launched himself into the air.

"Then you would have had to get undressed and redressed to enter the market. This way at least you will be able to enter the store." Adel knew he made sense, but didn't think Gabe liked flying when he wasn't in control of the action.

"Just land already!" Gabe shouted as Adel hovered well above the large well lit store, keeping to the shadows.

"Keep your voice down. I'm just looking for a dark place nearby." Adel tsked banking slightly to the right and setting down in the alley.

"Never again. When we go back, I'm flying myself." Gabe groaned, holding his stomach. "I never knew people who flew with me got that kind of ride. I will never make fun of them again."

"Oh come on. It wasn't even a bumpy ride." Adel crossed his arms over his chest, his frustration with Gabe extremely evident.

"Just give me a second." Gabe complained as he straightened. He took a few deep breaths, obviously needing to regain his composure. He shook his head and stepped out of the alley into the light of the street in front of the market.

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Bang!

"Shhh!"

THhhhhhbbbbbbbbpppt

"Why did you let go?

"I thought you had it."  

Bang!

Evan sat up in bed. It was barely dawn. He was still exhausted, but something was definitely going on.  He could hear voices and the occasional bang was disconcerting, especially since his mate was missing. 

"Damn it!" 

"Shhh!"

At first he'd thought it was just someone dropping something. With all the wounded and sick that were being cared for by Doc, there were a lot of people in the building. 

Bang!

"I give up." 

Evan got up and walked over to where his clothes were laid over a chair off to one side. He pulled on his jeans and t-shirt, forgoing his socks and shoes as the voices were obviously out in the main living quarters of this suit.

"What's going on out here." Evan said as he stood rubbing sleep from his eyes. Adel stood gingerly holding a red heart shaped balloon to his lips, still in the process of blowing it up.

"Umm... Happy Birthday! Bye!" Gabe hollered and then quickly ducked out the door. 

Shards of colored rubber from the obviously popped balloons covered the armchair and coffee table. Evan watched Adel purse his lip, and pinch the end of the balloon. 

"Its a birthday balloon. But every time I try to tie it shut, the pressure on my fingers causes my claws to come out and... Bang." Adel frowned. "Gabe had the same problem."

"I didn't know he had retractile claws." Evan shrugged his shoulders and held out his hand. Adel gave him the balloon and he knotted the end. "Very nice, who's birthday is it?"

"It is for you. I... I missed your day, but Gabe assures me that it is the thought that counts."

"For me. I haven't had something like this since I was a child." Evan grinned and stepped into Adel's embrace. "Thank you!"

"I don't have any presents for you. I'm sorry." Adel rubbed his face on the top of Evan's black dreadlocks. "You already have my heart, my strength and you know you are my life."

"Then I already have everything I need." Evan tipped his head back and pursed his lips expectantly. Adel didn't leave him wanting, but lowered kissing him gently.

Evan let go of the balloon, wrapping both arms around Adel's shoulders. A hissing sound followed by anxious chittering and more hissing interrupted their ardor. Adel released his mate just before...

Bang!

"Skye!" Adel snarled and Evan laughed. The little griffin gargoyle looked like he'd pounced on the balloon. He and Cela, Evan's little dragon gargoyle were standing staring startled at each other with bits of red rubber covering feathers, fur and scales of both gargoyles. 

"Best birthday ever." Evan clung to Adel and pulled him down for another kiss before whispering against his lips. "Now come back to bed. I want my present." Evan abruptly let Adel go and turned away from him, walking back towards the bedroom, putting a suggestive sway in his hips.

The End!

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I hope you've enjoyed this little birthday interlude. Keep an eye out for the next book in the Elements of Love series, Gabe's Song. Coming in 2015.

Happy Birthday Amber!!

Amber Kell's Birthday Bash!!

Greetings Loved Ones,

Today I'm blogging at my friend Amber Kell's Birthday Bash blog. As part of the overall celebration, she asked me to have a character throw a party for another character. I thought hey great! In 'A Royal Bind' my favorite born vampire Stephon, throws a birthday celebration for my young shifter prince Lance, who had never had a birthday party before. I thought to myself fabulous, I don't have to write a thing its already done.

 

Well... then it happened. The characters began talking, as they so often do and as Stephon lately has been telling me his story in bits and pieces... he's a very old vampire who doesn't give up his secrets easily... this other party began to take shape. Now having been paying attention, I know there has been an Unbirthday party or two among the stories being told at Amber's Birthday Bash, well this will be one of a slightly different nature. It seems Lance and Andrew, the mated pair from my Changing Moon series, The Pauper Prince and A Royal Bind, have seen fit to throw Stephon an Unbirthday Orgy, in an effort to help Stephon find a mate. I love the shifter pair, and their hearts are in the right place. They just want eternal mated bliss for the lovelorn vampire, but they don't know the whole story... and neither do we.

Happy Birthday Amber!

This orgy is for you. :)

Stephon's Unbirthday

from Blood Ties - Changing Moon Book 3

(Soon to be released with Dreamspinner Press)

Stephon stepped out of the shiny, black lacquered horse-drawn carriage at the back of his property. It wasn't that he didn't have cars, or trucks for that matter, but when he came home after traveling, he enjoyed the slow ride through his lands in the old-fashioned, but highly modernized with all the conveniences, carriage. He’d only been gone a week, but his home was not as he’d left it.

“Maurice, what’s going on?” His yearly sojourn had gone as it always did—poorly—and it left him feeling bereft. He’d wanted to come home to peace and quiet, where he could lick his wounds alone. That was about as far from what he was seeing before him as it could possibly get.

“I’m not sure, it kind of looks like someone’s at the house and they’re throwing a party.”

“Thank you, Captain Obvious. That much I can see,” Stephon sniped. He swatted the arm of his burly drone.

Two more drones stood at attention, garbed in what appeared to be poorly copied Roman gladiator costumes. They wore red tunics, which were clearly not wool; the body armor was some sort of silver plastic and the fake leather cingulum that girded their waists were such that no self-respecting Roman soldier would've been caught dead wearing it. Drawing himself up straighter, he took a deep breath, grabbing hold of his temper, trying not to notice the horrible costumes and dress down his drones for their distinct lack of fashion sense, he approached them looking first from one to the other waiting for answers that were not forthcoming.

“Someone needs to speak now and explain what the hell is going on in my home before I completely lose my temper!” Stephon growled, his eyes flashing, his fangs dropping uncontrollably, as they hadn't done in years.

Both drones dropped to one knee and bowed their heads before their maker in complete submission. Stephon sighed. It hadn’t been his intention to throw that much power at his drones. They were his family, and it clearly showed how stressed he felt that he was hurting his own, even unintentionally.

“We’re sorry, my Lord, but Lance and Andrew insisted,” the guard on the right practically whispered, his eyes on the ground.

“They ask that you wait here just a moment and they will be out to explain. They are on their way now, my Lord.” The other guard visibly trembled as he spoke.

“I’m sorry, my sons. It appears I am more on edge than I imagined. I didn’t mean to take my agitation out on you. Evidently I am the recipient of some sort of joke…”

Lights glowed from behind billowing white canvas pavilion tents. They stretched along Stephon’s black wrought iron gates. Suddenly they winked out, the only illumination coming from the opening to the tent that blocked his way. A chorus of snickers and hushing sounds rippled from behind the canvas. Stephon could only sigh with tired frustration. Whatever was about to happen, he told himself he wouldn’t be angry. LB and his Poodle must mean well. The mated pair were like family to him, and would never intentionally hurt him. He just felt so bone weary, and with another year going by and his mate still eluding him after centuries of waiting, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last before he lost his mind entirely. Of course none of this was Lance and Andrew’s fault, so he schooled his features to reflect an emotion that said annoyed, not homicidal, as he really felt.

Lance and Andrew walked out from behind the canvas and Stephon’s jaw dropped to his feet. The two men were nude except for the small black speedo’s they wore. He was used to seeing his shifter friends either clothed or nude, but the tiny black speedo seemed indecent in its teasing seductive nature.

Lance took one look at the tense irritated vampire, approached him and wrapped his arms around Stephon. “I’m so sorry. If I would’ve known you were this unnerved by surprises, I never would have suggested this.”

“I told you… he gets tense this time of year and goes on sabbatical to be alone.” Andrew rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well, yeah, but I thought when he came back that he’d be relaxed and ready for company, not even more wound up than before he left,” Lance grumbled. “Nobody touched the house, I can have everyone close down and we can all disappear like we weren’t even here.” Lance took hold of Stephon’s shoulders and looked the vampire lord in the eyes.

Stephon closed his eyes and took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax. It felt so good to be held. To be touched by someone who cared about him. It was a luxury he only had with these two. Of all his children and friends, only Lance and Andrew ever touched him. He didn’t think he was unapproachable, but there was some barrier between him and others that nobody seemed willing to breach and he was starved for affection and touch. He allowed himself to lean into warmth for a moment before drawing back just a bit.

“Of course not. You went to all this trouble. Tell me about my surprise.” Stephon reached forward and tweaked Lance’s chin and tried to give him a relaxed mischievous grin.

“You aren’t fooling me, you know, but I think this might help.” Lance grinned back and took Stephon’s hand in his. He led Stephon through the canvas and into his yard which was suddenly filled with colored lights.

“SURPRISE!!!  HAPPY UNBIRTHDAY!!!” was hollered from men spread out around the large yard. They were all dressed similarly to Lance and Andrew, in swim trunks of various types and colors. The hard bodies of drones appeared pale in the light, intermixed with the golden bodies of a few male shifters that Andrew and Lance had obviously brought with them.

“Victoria called your usual party list and invited the eligible unmated males. We brought a few available friends from the men who volunteered to become part of Lance’s guard.” Andrew spoke from just behind them.

“Unbirthday?” Stephon turned to look at his friends, a bemused look on this face.

“Well, of course. You won’t tell anyone when you were born, so we decided to celebrate your unbirthday. Which can be done on any day of the year that isn’t your birthday. It isn’t your birthday today is it?” Lance teased.

“No.” Stephon chuckled and looked out over his lawn at the expanse of muscles and skin on display.

“So, first of all, you need to be properly attired… or should I say … less attired.” Lance laughed and led Stephon to one of the many white cabanas that ringed the yard.

“What kind of unbirthday party have you thrown for me!” Stephon’s shock  was clear in his voice as he looked around. The white tent was strewn with gently flickering fairy lights  that gave the room the private feeling of a spa. It was more like an upscale hotel room instead of a tent in his yard. Andrew untied a knot releasing the canvas flap that closed the cabana off from the rest of the yard. There was a clothing rack against one wall, a small table with red roses in a small vase, and a colorful bag with a bow. The center of the tent was taken up by a beautifully dressed double bed in burgundy and blue satin.

“The best kind there is. An all male party.” Lance nodded to Andrew, who picked up a colorful bag from the table.

“You’re throwing me an orgy?” Stephon started to laugh. In all his long life, and all of the parties that he’d thrown and in turn attended, nobody had ever done something like this.

“In a manner of speaking, I guess so.” Lance grinned. “Now off with the clothes. I have your designer label outfit all ready for you.

“You expect me to run around as unclothed as the rest of you.” Stephon tried to look affronted, but he wasn’t fooling anyone.

“Stephon, you used to attend frat parties in a toga with nothing underneath. A speedo is not going to embarrass you.” Andrew grinned. “Besides if I remember correctly, you have a beautiful body, so why not flaunt it? You never know, you might just find your mate.”

It was like a bucket of cold water, but Stephon tried not to let the hurt show. “My mate isn’t among the men out there, Andrew. But that doesn’t mean I can’t still have a good time.”

“How do you know? He might be out there. Don’t give up hope. If I’d ever given up… before I met Andrew… I could’ve died on the street a long time ago.”

Stephon paused. He’d heard Lance’s story, and knew what the young man had been through. It was amazing he wasn’t more damaged than Stephon knew him to be. And it wasn’t that he didn’t have hope. It was hope that kept him going year after year to the same place for his sabbatical, just in case… but the man he knew to be his mate had yet to come for him, despite what he’d promised all those years ago. The sabbatical had become his yearly self-flagellation of the spirit, but he couldn’t stop going, and seeing Lance and Andrew together in happily mated bliss was just one of the reasons he continued to try.

Still, all punishment and no play made Stephon a dull boy, and he’d be damned if he’d go out being prudish. His mate might not want him, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have fun.

“Okay.” Stephon nodded and began unbuttoning his coat.

“Really!” Andrew’s jaw dropped.

“See? I told you he’d play along.” Lance chuckled. “You owe me a blow job.”

“But I was sure that he’d never…”

“What’s that old saying, never say die? Well, I decided there was too much handsome man-flesh out there to be a stick in the mud.” Stephon took off his suit jacket and walked over to the clothes rack. “But you two are going to have my lawn spotless when this is all over, and that means replacing the sod if all this activity destroys the grass. I won’t have my gardener paying for your little surprise with extra work.”

“You got it.” Lance grinned. He leaned over and kissed his mate before helping Stephon by hanging each piece of clothing the man removed.

“Here.” Andrew handed Stephon his gift bag before he took off his Calvin Klein underwear. “You’ll need this. Come out when you’re dressed.” With a growl, he grabbed Lance’s arm and led him outside.

“Some mates.” Stephon laughed as he heard Andrew possessively snarl something about not seeing any man’s underwear but his. Stephon was actually surprised that he could laugh, as he’d been in such an awful mood when he’d arrived. There was just something about being around Lance and Andrew that relaxed him and made him happy. Sure, he still longed for his mate. The problem was his mate didn’t want him, so the closest thing he had to that kind of happiness was when the pair shared theirs.

“I must have lost my eternal mind,” Stephon mumbled to himself as he looked into the bag. He couldn’t believe what he saw. He pulled out a hot pink spangled speedo with the words “Unbirthday Boy” on the little bit of material on the back. Accompanying the speedo, a few accessories had been added to the bag: a tube of ID Glide lube, a hot pink butt plug with what appeared to be a glass ruby in the end, and a pack of chewing gum so he could be minty fresh for whomever struck his fancy.

Stephon dropped his Calvin Kleins and put on the speedo. The things I do for my friends. He wasn’t about to use the butt plug, or any of the other accessories. Well, maybe the gum, but it tended to stick to his fangs in strange places. It wasn’t his favorite thing to chew.

He stepped out of the pavilion and Andrew and Lance each took an arm and led him out into the menagerie.

“First up, Wet Wild and Twister.” Andrew pointed to the left as they walked past a giant inflated twister board where the guys were playing wet bouncy twister. One man stood off to the side calling out colors and another was spraying a constant rain of water over the players, as they stretched and laughed, attempting to stay upright or, at the very least, taking out as many other players with them  as they could when they fell.

“I think I’ll save that for later.” Stephon couldn’t keep from grinning as one guy in the middle of the pack screamed, his feet sliding out from under him as his arms flailed about; he took out half the players on the board.

“Okay, here in the middle we have the Naked Jell-O Pool. Hop right in and let the Jell-O ease your way to a brighter tomorrow.” Lance motioned to the ladder at the side of the pool. Speedos littered the little walkway around the outside of the pool where guys had obviously ditched their trunks.

“A strong possibility, but I don’t think I’m ready to take the plunge.” Stephon laughed at a jello fight currently in progress, the guys flinging the sticky green glop at one another. “I’m a lover, not a fighter.”

“Well, next up is the Bouncy House of Ill Repute.” Andrew motioned toward a deep red-and-black striped castle. Only it wasn’t open so you could see what was going on inside, but you could easily guess. Small black mesh windows with dimly strobing lights flashed in various colors, and the whole house rocked erotically. If that wasn’t enough of a hint, the sound of moans and the overpowering odor of sweat, sex, and blood poured from the building.

“Holy mother of orgies.” Stephon laughed and smacked Lance on the shoulder. “You definitely know how to throw a party.”

“Well, I didn’t originally intend it to go quite like this, but some of it has clearly gotten out of hand.”

“Last but not least, the maze.” Andrew led them to a blacked-out building and handed Stephon a glow stick. “You might find what you’re looking for at the center of the maze.”

A vaguely familiar shadow at the edge of the rows of pavilions detached itself from the darkness and disappeared into the maze. The breeze carried the faint scent of something familiar, then it was gone.

“One never knows for sure, I guess,” Stephon mumbled. He looked first into Lance’s eyes. He plastered a grin on his face and turned to Andrew. “Guys, I’m going in!”

 “We’ll see you on the other side… unless you find something worth staying for in the center.” Lance waved as Stephon gave his glow stick a shake and ducked around the corner into the maze, disappearing from sight.

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I hope you've enjoyed this never before posted sneak peek at Blood Ties - Changing Moon book 3. And for two lucky people, one copy of either A Pauper Prince or A Royal Bind... Birthday Girl's digression...  In other words if you want to be a winner... ask Amber, she gets to pick the winner.

Happy Birthday Amber!

from Sui Lynn~~