Title: Perceptions Of Love
Boxed Set
Authors:
Angela Castle
Tamsin Baker
J. L. Addicoat
C. L. Kraemer
Maggie Mundy
Christine Young
ISBN: 978-1-62420-284-1
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Excerpt Heat Level: 1
Book Heat Level: 5
Six full length novels that
challenge conventional Perceptions Of Love.
Angela Castle
Licking her wounds after ending a
six-year marriage to a serial cheating husband, Julia has run away to her
grandfather's house high in the Australian Mountains, hoping to fix the old
neglected building up while she contemplates her future, only to discover a
huge white Siberian tiger on her door step. Tiger shifter Mohan has escaped,
jumped ship and is in hiding from the hunter who has ripped him from his world
and murdered those he loved, when a curvy Aussie woman turns up at the old
house he’s managed to shelter in these past weeks. He offers his services as a
builder by day, returning to her by night as a tiger. Despite the strong
attraction he has trouble fighting, what he discovers in Julia is a new kind of
warmth and kindness he is in desperate need of.
Storm Clouds
Tamsin Baker
Naylaa
is United to her beautiful unicorn Bronte. She knows the legends and is waiting
for the United pair that will complete their life. When Gorvan arrives with Seinna, his United,
Naylaa knows instantly Gorvan is her soul mate. But Gorvan is stubborn and
scared. He wants to keep moving from town to town and doesn’t believe Naylaa
about their need for one another. Naylaa must make him see it...before greed
and stubbornness tears them and their beloved unicorns apart forever.
Spirit of Love
J. L Addicoat
Old buildings have an eerie haunting feeling,
and the 17th Century Manor house in the Cornish countryside Julia
intends to restore, is no exception. Originally her dead husband’s dream, she
feels it’s up to her to complete it in his memory. When she arrives, she
realizes it’ll take more than a quick clean to put the dilapidated old Manor to
rights.
While exploring the house, she feels as
someone, or something, is watching her. Darting shadows and movements, seen
from the corner of her eyes, seem to confirm sinister happenings at the Manor
in the past. The discovery of an old diary hidden in a chest of drawers and the
story it tells, lead Julia in a different direction than she originally thought
she would be taking.
Dragons Among Us
Christie L. Kraemer
In a world full of anomalies
such as the platypus and self reproducing Komodo dragon, is the human race
willing to accept that dragons may be real? Sapien Draconi-human-dragon shape
shifters-all over the world face this dilemma every day. The question has
become life and death as their species is plagued with unexpected and unwanted
shifting in the most unlikely of places. The Ancient Ones-full-blooded
dragons-can offer advice, but few seem to put forward workable solutions to the
problem. The fate of the shape shifters hangs in the balance, and an answer
must be found before the Homo sapiens find, dissect, and hunt Sapien Draconi to
extinction.
World Change
Maggie Mundy
Clare gets transported from present day Florence to an alternate world,
one that looks like fourteenth century Italy. The only way back is through a
portal half a world away, plus the local High priestess wants her dead, and the
only one she can trust is a vampire called Trevi. He is the only one who exits
in this world, and she knows more about what he is than he does. He is hard to
resist, especially when he saves her life. Trevi can take her home but he is
keeping one big secret. She will have to be like him to survive the journey
through the portal back to her world making a myth a reality.
Sweet Sexy Sadie
Christine Young
From the first time Sadie’s eyes
met those of Brody McKenna in the hot Sierra Madre Mountains, theirs was a
potent attraction—not gentle, slow, and easy, but hot, hard, and all-consuming.
The daughter of a dysfunctional family, Sadie had dreams no man could wrench
from her with hot sex and an all-consuming passion. She’d challenge this alpha
male with all the strength she possessed. But her red hair, fiery temperament,
and indomitable spirit obsessed Brody...and he knew he had to find a way to
show her he was more than he appeared and convince her to make a life with him.
EXCERPTS:
TIGER MINE
Desperation was becoming a prevalent emotion in Mohan's life. With each
passing moment, he slipped deeper into the unwanted state.
His food supply was limited, and he grew weaker with each passing week.
Soon, he would be forced into the situation of journeying back into the human
populace. It was dangerous for a creature in his situation.
As long as he remained in animal form, he had a chance of surviving.
Yet, with each necessary shift to his human side, he grew weaker. His body
ached with a gnawing hunger. Even in the warm climate of this new land, he was
cold.
Mohan had been fortunate to find shelter; an old, abandoned farmhouse.
It had several rooms and would have once been a comfortable home. Someone had
left it to the ravages of time and was in need of much repair.
He would restore it if he had the resources. For now, it was a roof over
his head and kept out the chill of the cold mountain nights. Still, even with a
full blaze in the solid stone fireplace, it only partially kept the chill from
his bones.
He had nothing with which to trade, nothing to barter, and he had
limited English. All he would need to do was open his mouth to speak, and they
would know he was not of this land. The clothes on his back he had taken from a
pile discarded next to a large bin on a seaside street, near where he had come ashore.
By day he had walked over many fertile, abundant fields through strange
forests. As darkness fell, he had shifted and used the strength of his animal
form. He hunted rabbits to help him continue on. As he moved further away from
people and higher into the mountains, the safer he began to feel.
Stumbling across the farmhouse had been an answer to an unspoken prayer.
He had collapsed in the old building, staying still until his exhaustion had
faded.
Storm Clouds
AN EXCERPT
A laugh bubbled out of her
as Bronte galloped through the forest. Naylaa loved the feeling of his powerful
body between her legs. The power, the speed and pure exhilaration that came
with riding an animal such as Bronte.
“You are incredible my
friend. It has been too long since we have run like this.”
I know Naylaa.
Bronte’s home was just ahead
of them, hidden amongst the rocks and trees. Beneath her hands, Naylaa felt
Bronte’s skin prickle.
“What is it Bronte?”
I can smell something, foreign and delicious.
The tingle of excitement and
arousal that ran through him made Naylaa shudder. She had never felt that
particular current within Bronte before and in turn felt her own body soften.
I need to go.
He turned without her
direction and began to run. She let Bronte have his head.
“I trust you, Bronte. Take
me to it.”
Spirit of Love
AN EXCERPT
A sense of foreboding settled in Julia's stomach as she quickly returned to
the car. She didn't know what it was about the manor, but each time she
visited, the hair stood up on the back of her neck. It felt as if something or
someone was watching her.
Starting the car's engine, she drove slowly down the weedy, rutted path,
the car bouncing as its wheels sank into the potholes. Julia cringed at the
jolts and scraping sounds coming from underneath the vehicle. "I should
never have sold the Landcruiser. What was I thinking, bringing the Jag?"
She knew what she had been thinking. She was the Mistress of the Manor now, and
wanted to show off.
As she bumped along through the avenue of trees, the manor revealed itself.
Grey stone blocks of the façade gave a haunting welcome. Julia swallowed a lump
in her throat and tears pricked her eyes. It wasn't right. Richard should have
been here with her. He'd wanted to restore the old mansion for a while. This
was his dream house.
Instead, it had become his burial place.
She'd promised, while she knelt at his graveside, to restore the old manor
in his memory. That had been two years ago. The memories of the time still
haunted her. Grief and loneliness had held her back. Mentally, she felt
stronger now, and able to accept having to carry on alone. "Get a grip on
yourself Julia. It's an old house. It's bound to have a few creaks and
groans."
Parking the Jag next to the front door, she unpacked, placing the bags in
front of the massive wooden doors. The leering gargoyle face on the door
knocker sent a shiver through her. Placing a hand over its face so she wouldn't
have to look at it, Julia turned the door key in the lock and pushed the door
open.
Dragons Among Us
AN EXCERPT
Aleda crawled from her
sleeping bag and, individually, stretched her muscles. She’d always enjoyed
camping. It was the only time she slept well. Something about the unpolluted
air, the nights sounds of nature and knowing there were no other people about
produced a sleeping potion no doctor could recreate. She dressed warmly against
the morning chill and meandered to the stream to get water for coffee and
cooking. Not having done much the day before, her ravenous hunger puzzled her.
“Must be the good mountain
air.” She made coffee, scrambled eggs, and toasted bread with a slender wire
camp toaster, which she held over the fire. As she sat in her chair enjoying
the taste of food and quiet of the surrounding woods, hair on the back of her
neck began to stand on end and her skin tingled. She shook off the feeling and
poured another cup of coffee. The sensation of eyes observing her movements
overpowered her senses and her amulet began humming, the sound increasing in
volume with each passing minute.
“Enough!” Aleda tossed her
plastic plate to the table with a clatter, stomped to her tent and retrieved a
heavy coat. “I’ll nip this foolishness in the bud, right now!”
She hesitated as she started
to storm from the camp. Camera.
Quickly returning to her tent, she stomped away from her personal sanctuary,
Nikon in hand, stomach complaining. Half a dozen paces from the camp, after
wreaking a rushing flurry of birds into flight, Aleda realized, if she was to
find out what was inducing her amulet to hum and her hair to stand on end, she
would need to slow her pace—think before she stumbled into trouble. She
proceeded into the stand of trees serving as the backdrop for her camp.
Sauntering to nearest the evergreen, she placed her hand on the bark and felt a
buzzing sensation tickle her palm. Aleda stumbled backward, dumbfounded by the
commotion stirring within her. Logic and reason said she shouldn’t be sensing anything by touching the tree.
“This whole trip is turning
out to be totally illogical.”
World Change
AN EXCERPT
Oh my God, her head hurt.
That would teach her to drink so much. Clare squinted as she tried to open her
eyes. Tina had better be suffering as much or there was no justice. That had
been one weird dream. She couldn't remember coming back to the hotel, plus her
mouth tasted like the bottom of a birdcage. Not that she had ever tried licking
one, but was pretty sure this was what it was like. Her hand hit thin air as
she reached beside the bed for her water bottle. There was a bedside table with
a glass on it. There was no hotel room, or sister in the other bed either;
there was no other bed. She tried to sit up but her head thumped and she
decided for now it was better to lie back down.
This place looked old, very
old. The walls were white washed stone and the windows at the far end of the
room had wooden shutters. They hardly let in enough sunlight to illuminate the
room. The bed was a four-poster, with curtains around it that were pulled back.
The other side of the room comprised a fireplace and a chair beside which were
stacked books. The books, like everything else, appeared exceedingly old. They
were leather-bound, not a modern looking cover amongst them.
This couldn't be happening.
It had been a dream. She had been drunk. It had to be. Clare closed her eyes,
hoping when she reopened them she would be awake and back in Florence. It
didn't work. The panic was returning as her pulse sped up. The door opened and
a man walked in with a tray. She didn't recognize him. Was he room service? He
wore old-fashioned clothes and was followed by someone else. This man she knew.
He was called Trevi and had taken her flying through the air and into the
woods. What the hell was going on? Where was the hotel and Tina? She wanted to
see her, not this. Clare pulled up the bed cover and clutched it in her hands
as she pushed her body back into the pillow.
Sweet Sexy Sadie
AN EXCERPT
Sadie didn't know what to
make of Brody. Exceptionally handsome and charismatic, he'd made her smile the
first time she saw him sauntering down the road toward her. Good lord, but he
looked as if he owned the world. Tall, tanned from the sun, amber-green eyes
that sparkled as if he saw some light humor in everything. He was wiry and
sleek; a quickness about him surprised her. His blue-black hair was tied back
with a leather thong, his chin angular.
Perhaps he did own this part
of the Sierra Madres. His family seemed to own most of this town.
Her research had brought her
to this place, Cactus Junction. Now the prospect of getting to know an
interesting man would be an added perk. In the bathroom she slipped out of her
clothes and into a tepid shower. A few minutes later she emerged squeaky clean
and ready for the next part of her adventure.
Unpacking her clothes and
taking out her laptop, she opened it. What
do explosive experts do? Hmmm....
Why, they blow up things. What would he blow up
around here?
Lord but that sounded crazy
to her. Before typing in the necessary info to pull something up on Google, she
leaned back, relaxing into her chair. The wallpaper was outdated, and the old
fan complimented the air conditioning. She realized she liked the atmosphere.
