A 1Night Stand Story

Burdened by heartache, werepuma Alpha Giselle seeks the complete release only offered by a night of sexual abandonment in the arms of a couple selected by the 1 Night Stand matchmaking service. Unable to fully bond with her gay male beta, Noah, she has been starved for affection and hopes that the mysterious couple can keep up with her sensual demands.

Inara and her husband of over a thousand years, Theron, are traveling through the human world, seeking out those that are in need of Inara’s special fay gift. Inara is a sorrow eater. She takes the grief of others and replaces it with joy. Giselle is in desperate need of Inara’s healing touch after the death of her sister and the rejection of her beta. Together they will try to fill each other’s needs and desires, but only if Giselle will once again open her heart to the greatest force in the universe, love.


Genre: Paranormal, erotic romance, GLBT, shapeshifters, interracial, ménage, lesbian

Heat level: 5
Word count – 11k

Cover art by Mina Carter





~Excerpt~

Giselle touched the soft curve of Inara’s cheek, overwhelmed by the arousal pouring off the woman in heated waves. So much passion, she’d never felt anything like it. The ebony-skinned woman nibbled on the back of her knee. She threw her head back and gasped as zings of pleasure started a pulse of need between her legs. She imagined her licking other places on her body and shivered.

Someone bumped into her and a large hand brushed over her arm. Without turning, she snarled. Her warning growl echoed in the rafters, and the crowd pressed away from them. A new song began to pound out from the speakers but the dance floor continued to clear. The taste of fear hit her palate and drew her inner puma even closer to the surface. At her feet, the female rubbed her face against her calf with a rumbling moan that she answered with a purr.

Cold air blasted down on them, strong enough to send her hair flying around her. She shook her head, clearing it of the hormones pumping from the entrancing woman before her. The chill air slid over her skin like ice cubes and she crossed her arms, uncomfortably aware of the circling crowd watching her with a mixture of fear and arousal.

A big man in a black suit approached them, his hands held out in front of him. Tall, with a muscular build, he none-the-less radiated power and dominance. His dark hair curled slightly at the temples, and his skin glowed with a deep summer tan. Around his neck hung a badge with a picture of DJ Minx on it and his name, Theron. The lovely DJ still curled around her legs, idly stroking the back of her knee in a way that drove her desire to the breaking point.

“What is going on?” She gripped her hands into fists.





Author Bio:

Ann is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she's been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.

From a young age she's been fascinated by myths and fairytales, and the romance that often was the center of the story. As Ann grew older and her hormones kicked in, she discovered trashy romance novels. Great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she's never looked back.

Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her 'sexy space' and has learned to type one handed while soothing a cranky baby.