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Descirption: Werewolf Sabrina Kelly longs to put her family's brutal slaying by a demon behind her. Finding her destined mate might bring her solace...though in her heart, she kno she only wants her long-time friend Michael Anderson. Instinct tells Sabrina he desires her as strongly as she craves him, yet still he pushes her away....
As an immortal Justice Guardian, Michael has vowed to protect Sabrina...and deny his hunger for her. It's his duty to make Sabrina find the courage to challenge the demon once and for all-though it may cost him the only woman he could ever love.

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Descirption: Imprisoned and tortured by demons, Guy Laurent thought the only way he could escape was through death. Then he is offered a chance a freedom by recovering a girl with the help of former Draicon Kayla Morris...
Even though Kayla has been warned that Guy is a dangerous and savage wolf, his scent--and his kiss--makes _her_ wildness surface. But despite _both_ their inner wolves howling to mate, Kayla must fight their attraction--or risk unleashing the deadly gift she hates...

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Overwhelming arrogance demands that Damian Marcel claim Jamie Walsh no matter who vies against them. For she is the only woman who can sate this powerful were's untamed hunger. But Jamie believes Damian is the Draicon werewolf who murdered her brother. She fights the dominating male at every step-only to succeed in binding herself to him.
Now the same magick that links them together is slowly killing Jamie, for she is infected with a spell that's turning her to stone. As they race against time to find a cure and to ward off attacks from the evil Morphs, dare Damian hope that his draicara will finally accept him as her lover.forever?
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Once the prey, now he was the predator, Damian Marcel thought as he hunted through New Orleans for the woman who'd tried to kill him. His destined mate, the only female he could impregnate. Jamie Walsh. His draicara.
The scent of fresh river water hit like a hard slap. Damian lifted his nose to the wind, and drank in the smell of the Mississippi. His Draicon senses tasted the water, licked it with a slow, lingering caress. At last, home again.
Twin feelings of joy and deep sorrow pierced him. Home no longer. This place wasn't home. Not anymore. It was a damn tomb, sucking him under, making him scream as he tried to claw his way out.
Damian tried to concentrate on the physical terrain, opening himself up to everything, resisting the instinct to shape-shift into his more powerful wolf form. New Orleans was known for the supernatural, but a werewolf prowling through the bustling French Quarter might scare a few tourists. He gave a mirthless smile.
Another, sharper scent pricked. Honeysuckle and warm woman. His nostrils flared, trying to catch the elusive fragrance. His fingers reached up, traced the air as if stroking a female's soft skin.
"Jamie," he murmured. "Jamie, _chère. _You can run, but you can't hide. I will find you."
He cursed in French as her scent faded. Somewhere in this thicket of narrow alleys, colorful shops and hard-grained nightclubs, she hid from him.
Thrusting his hands into the pockets of his trousers, he ignored the chattering tourists snapping pictures. Across from Jackson Square beneath a shady tree, a thin-shouldered painter dabbled color on a canvas, shifting his weight on a lopsided folding chair. On a park bench, a man in a white shirt and faded khaki shorts played mournful notes on a banjo, accompanied by a saxophone player. The music reflected Damian's pensive mood.
New Orleans still struggled to recover after Hurricane Katrina, but the Quarter crawled on, pumping music, booze and flavor into the city. And magick, which had been bred into his blood and bones. Good magick, Draicon magick.
Black magick. Morph magick.
Damian grimaced. Morphs, former Draicon who turned evil by murdering a relative, could shape-shift into any animal. They killed ruthlessly and absorbed the terrified victim's dying energy. Jamie had joined with the Morphs to gain magick, but Damian stripped her of power by casting a binding spell. He'd let her escape him in New Mexico, knowing she needed time alone and he could easily track her down. Little danger existed after he'd killed Kane, the Morph leader, a week ago. Anguish had filled Jamie's voice.
"I'll break your spell, Damian. You'll never have me," she'd vowed.
His chest felt hollow with sharp regret even as his desire for her made him restless. Petite Jamie with her pixieish, heart-shaped face, delicate, translucent skin and huge, expressive gray eyes. Her soft, warm lips pliant beneath the hard press of his own.
The air's mild chill braced him. He strode along the sidewalk, his sharp gaze roving over the crowd. Sunshine beat down on the red-necked tourists, glinted off the faded brass of the player's sax. As he passed the painter, the artist regarded him with a mournful gaze. His words stopped Damian short.
"Have you heard the call of the wolf?"
Startled, Damian whirled. He studied the touch of gray at the man's temples and the faded, almost ragged clothes splattered with splashes of gray and black paint. The hollowed cheeks and the thin blade of a nose looked pale and wan in the brilliant sunlight. Not a very successful artist, for the man looked thin as a ghost.
"A wolf, sir?" Damian asked.
The man turned, his large dark sunglasses hiding his eyes. "The _loup garou _will never _fais do-do _in the bayou, _mon frère. _Have a look. Interesting, _non?"_
_The werewolf will never sleep in the bayou, my brother. _Instantly on guard, Damian glanced at the painting. Near a wood cabin, a wolf howled at a full moon. A distant memory nagged at him. He glanced at the man's gaunt face, but couldn't place him. For a moment he felt dim hope. A former member of his old pack? Could one have survived?
_"Mon frère? _The one who works hard never sleeps. Please, take a look," the man begged.
Hope died. Everyone in his former pack was long dead.
He couldn't afford to indulge in memories or he'd lose his focus. The living Jamie was his priority. The man had heard his accent and tried to strike up a camaraderie just to sell a painting. No Draicon from his pack would ever resort to begging. This man was just another starving artist hawking his wares.
A familiar, haunting smell suddenly drew away Damian's attention. The scent was fresh, straight from his boyhood.
"You must have quite an imagination," Damian murmured. "Excuse me."
He scanned the area. His gaze landed upon a wizened elderly man hauling a large red bucket over to a small wood table. The man set the bucket down. For a minute, something dark flashed in the vendor's rheumy eyes. Then it vanished.
"Crayfish," the hawker yelled. "Fresh crayfish!"
Drawn to the sight, Damian strode toward him.
The slate-gray crayfish wriggled in the bucket, cla snapping in a bid for freedom. Damian's mouth watered. Memories flooded him; memories of wading through the clear creek, picking up the crustaceans for a tasty afternoon snack. Suddenly his stomach grumbled. He needed energy from raw food. Fishing out money from his wallet, he paid the man, who dropped the crayfish into a plastic bag.
"Fresh is best," the vendor advised. "All the flavor's in the shell."
Damian nodded. "I know."
Clutching the bag, he climbed the steps and headed for the Moon Walk, a stretch of pavement bordering the Mississippi. Damian watched a barge slowly labor upriver as he leaned against a tree growing in a square planter. No one was around. He opened the bag, and one after another he devoured the batch. Finally he reached for the last crayfish. A little bigger, it did not writhe and struggle, but remained oddly still. Perhaps it wasn't as fresh.
Damian raised it to his lips, and recoiled. The crayfish opened its mouth and hissed. "Draicon," it whispered.
Alarmed, he dropped the shellfish. A Morph. It began shape-shifting and multiplying even before it fell to the pavement. Damian fisted his hands, waiting to see what form it would take.
An explosion of crayfish followed. Some scrambled away. Lightning-quick reflexes kicked in as Damian pounced, killing them. Damn, where was the host?
Hearing a snicker, he whirled, but not before burning pain lanced his side. Better than his back, where the dagger nearly landed. The Morph rushed by. Human, the form requiring the least energy to maintain.
Damian waved his hands. Daggers appeared in his palms. The creature lunged. Releasing an angry hiss, the Morph lashed at his chest with the knife. He sidestepped, twisted. He calculated, swift on his feet as he judged the creature's abilities. Quick, but he was faster, and more alert.
Then the Morph grinned a sickly, yellow-toothed smile. "Too late, Draicon. Your draicara is dying. Your spell failed to work."
Startled, he drew back. The Morph seized the advantage and swiped at him. Damian recovered as the Morph started to change. Talons grew from its fingers and fangs replaced the yellowed teeth. Exerted from the fight, it began to shift much more slowly than normal.
_Not so fast. _In another animal form, the Morph would be harder to kill.
He kicked out, knocking the Morph to its knees. Damian dropped his knives as he jumped atop the Morph, then slammed its hand against the pavement, knocking aside its dagger.
As humans, they were easier to hurt. Damian pressed hard against the third vertebra of the back of Morph's neck, exerting enough pressure to cause excruciating pain. Pain used up their precious energy and prevented them from shifting.
"Tell me, you gutless coward. Why didn't my spell work?"
The Morph squealed but said nothing.
More pressure. The creature moaned. "Stop, stop," it pleaded. Spittle ran down the side of its mouth. Damian smiled grimly.
"Talk."
"It slowed the dark magick, not stopped. Her blood. thickening." The Morph twisted, trying to break free.
With a low growl, Damian clamped down on the creature and dug his thumb deeper. Moans came from his enemy. "Okay, please, just stop, stop the pain," it begged. "Dark magick inside her, turning her.to stone. Living stone, alive but dead."
Shock seized Damian, loosening his hold. The Morph tried to escape the punishing grip. Damian seized its arm and twisted it backward. "Details. Now. Or I'll break every bone in your body and you'll wish you remained my meal," Damian threatened.
The Morph sucked in a breath. "The porphyry spell.rarely used. We c-can't absorb the victim's dying energy. Gave her dark magick, and the more magick she used, the f-faster it worked. In weeks, sh-she'll be encased in stone. Dead but a-live-damn, that hurts!"
His mind raced. "You can undo it," he said, twisting harder.
"N-no," the Morph wailed. "Can't. no counter spell. Only the ancient Book of Magick."
He sprang up to release his victim, grabbed his daggers. Time to end this.
The Morph recovered and staggered to its feet. Snarling, it sprang forward, features twisted with hatred. No pity. Damian twirled the daggers and threw. They hit home, straight in the creature's heart.
Acid blood spurted. Damian didn't flinch, only watched the Morph collapse. Grimacing, he rolled the body into the Mississippi, watching it disintegrate into gray ash before it slid into the water.
Dragging in a deep breath, Damian muted pain from his injuries. His magick was powerful and the wounds slowly scabbed over. He waved a hand, replacing his ruined Versace shirt, silk trousers and leather loafers with faded jeans, a black T-shirt and scuffed biker boots. Anonymous New Orleans garb.
The Morph's words rang of truth. Damian felt a sickening jolt to his stomach. He'd heard ancient tales of the porphyry spell. Victims exhibited lethargic tendencies at first. They ate anything to give them energy, especially sugar. Ju...

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Descirption: EDITORIAL REVIEW: Exiled to a life of extreme loneliness because everyone she touches dies, Emily Burke has every reason to distrust Raphael Robichaux. The immortal werewolf possesses immense power and has been summoned by her pack to end her life. And yet, from the moment she lays eyes on the powerful rebel, he awakens all the longings she's kept bottled inside...and gives her hope. When Raphael meets Emily, he kno something enormous is at stake. For not only does he see that her blood can restore life--but she is his destined mate. Trust doesn't come easily to Emily. But somehow Raphael must convince her to put her life in his hands. Only then will an ancient prophecy be fulfilled and a terrible evil destroyed....

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Descirption: EDITORIAL REVIEW: The wolf must have a mate to survive... Nicholas was the strongest and fiercest of the Draicon, until he was banished for a trumped-up crime. Now, the werewolf has only one path to redemption: find the Draicon's long-lost empath, the woman who will save the pack - and Nicholas himself - from terrible danger. Maggie Sinclair is a veterinarian, dedicated to healing. She has no idea of her true nature, the magic waiting in her soul - or the man coming to claim her. The survival of their pack depends on them finding each other, on their ability to become one. But their enemies have also found Maggie, and will kill to stop her awakening to an all-consuming passion....

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Descirption: Adrian Thorne never expected to see Sarah Roberts again. But she's presented to him as a special gift. The vampire is elated to finally avenge the werewolf who broke his heart... except Sarah may be the only one who can mend it! 

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Descirption: Horror

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Descirption: Horror

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Descirption: Titus Crow and his faithful companion and record-keeper fight the gathering forces of darkness-the infamous and deadly Elder Gods of the works of H.P. Lovecraft. Cthulhu and his dark minions are bent on ruling the earth. A few puny humans cannot possibly stand against these otherworldly evil gods, yet time after time, Titus Crow drives the monsters back into the dark from whence they came. Spawn of the Winds is the fourth book in the Titus Crow series.

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Descirption: The Titus Crow novels are adventure horror, full of acts of nobility and heroism, featuring travel to exotic locations and alternate planes of existence as Titus Crow and his faithful companion and record-keeper fight the gathering forces of darkness wherever they arise. The menaces are the infamous and deadly Elder Gods of the work of H.P. Lovecraft. Chthulu and his dark minions are bent on ruling the earth--or destroying it. A few puny humans cannot possibly stand against these otherworldly evil gods, yet time after time, Titus Crow defeats the monsters and drives them back into the dark from whence they came. The Burrowers Beneath is the first book in the Titus Crow series.

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Descirption: Garth Carson has gone legit. Complete with briefcase in hand, he's appraising taxidermy collections for one of the largest insurance companies in the country. But when prominent big-game hunters start dying--apparently slaughtered by their own taxidermy--Garth's shiny new career makes him the FBI's number one suspect.

On the run with his gal Angie and their favorite Russian gnome, Otto, Garth finds himself hopscotching across the heartland, from Hell (Michigan) to Chicago to New Mexico, on a high-stakes hunt for the real killer--who may be linked to his own family's dubious past. But when they stumble upon a renegade brotherhood, a top secret government installation, and a former archaeologist who believes Garth's nudist mother turned him into a werewolf, will Garth be one step closer to clearing his name? Or will this whirlwind of conspiracies spin him straight into the path of a killer who's already hot on his tail?

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Descirption: Titus Crow and his faithful companion and record-keeper fight the gathering forces of darkness-the infamous and deadly Elder Gods of the works of H.P. Lovecraft. Cthulhu and his dark minions are bent on ruling the earth. A few puny humans cannot possibly stand against these otherworldly evil gods, yet time after time, Titus Crow drives the monsters back into the dark from whence they came. Volume Two contains two full novels, The Clock of Dreams and Spawn of the Winds.

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Descirption: The author's dedication reads as follo: 'This novel was written in open admiration of the greatest macabre author ever, Howard Philips Lovecraft, and is dedicated to the tremendous concepts of his now famous Cthulhu Mythos'. 

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