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Merry Christmas
There is no such thing as a “FREE GIFT.” A gift is already free. That’s because it’s a present. Click me!
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Goodreads Finals Promised Curran POV
Thanks to everybody who voted for us in the Goodreads readers choice awards. You guys rock! Here as promised is the Jim tells Curran about Kate’s Daddy POV. I hope you enjoy it. I was sitting in my office, thinking my life was pretty good. The magic was down, I had a hot cup…
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The promised bribe for voting for Curran over Z.
You guys are roxars! I would have never thought we would beat a BNA like J.R. Ward in something like that. Ilona apparently offered you guys a snippet for assisting in the upset victory and here it is. This is the beginning of a Kate and Curran novella that will be published electronically later this…
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Grace of Small Magics
One of our friends, Beatrix, had her car broken into. She was away and some punks bashed it with iron pipes. While I can’t do anything about the car, may be this will steal her away from her problems for a couple of minutes. This was originally published in an anthology in UK, but we…
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Magic Strikes Curran POV Part 1 (Dedicated to the Mods of Doom)
Nearly half a dozen of my best people had gone rogue, among them my Chief of Security, our Head of Medicine, a young wolf, and the Scion of Clan Bouda. They had broken my first law. They had chosen to participate in the Midnight Games and had refused direct orders to appear before me and…
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A Mere Formality
The Smut Files: Warning, you should be 18 to read this story. Don’t read if you’re a minor. I don’t want to be in trouble. The alarm chimed, sending tiny shivers through Deirdre’s fingers, coated in liquid interface. Five minutes to the opening speech. “All right, all right.” She shrugged the lead-grey metal off her…
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The Questing Beast
The first and only short story we ever managed to sell. The first thing we sold, period. Originally published by Andromeda Spaceways Inflight Magazine Issue #23, 2005. QUESTING BEAST In the green glow of Nemurian midnight, the food stain on the geosurvey graph blazed electric orange. Sean Kozlov dragged his hand across his face in…





