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Heaven reviles him.  Hell loves and hates him.  The demon Salseph looks like an angel and is trapped between perdition and the mortal world unless he can redeem himself with lust and revenge.

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Snowflake – Expectations Of Being Good – Cynthia Sax

Merry, the heroine of my 2012 Christmas erotic romance Snowflake, is a Christmas fairy. Christmas fairies are supposed to bring happiness and cheer. They’re also supposed to be good, definitely ranked high on Santa’s good girl list.

Merry’s name creates almost unreasonable expectations. Everyone expects a person called Merry to be happy and… well… good.

Merry is NOT a good Christmas fairy and she’s not happy, especially during Christmas time. Everyone has someone and she has no one. She doesn’t even have a noble purpose. All of the other fairies and elves are making toys and loading sleighs. She earns her pay as the toy manufacturing plant’s slut, her body all that she has to give.

Yep, Merry is on Santa’s naughty list and she knows it. She doesn’t expect to receive any presents this year and she certainly doesn’t expect to find love.

Happily for Merry, love and presents aren’t solely reserved for the very good. A very, VERY bad demon is waiting to love Merry and he’s bringing presents.

SNOWFLAKE
By Cynthia Sax
Now Available From Changeling Press

Merry is the manufacturing plant slut. The Christmas Fairy performs her unofficial duties as a Santa's Helper on her back, bringing holiday cheer to the hard-working elves.
Nerva is the ancient demon known as the fairy killer. He pulls the wings off fairies, searching for a cure to his age-inflicted madness.
When bad meets bad, Christmas miracles happen.

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Snowflake - Writing A Series By The Seat Of My Pants - Cynthia Sax

Snowflake, my Christmas story for 2012, is the third story of a trilogy about the fairy killing Christmas demon (Nerva, the hero). All of the stories (Bitsy’s Christmas Demon, Clothing Optional, and Snowflake) can be read on their own. When read together, however, readers see the terrible things Nerva has done and why he questions whether or not he deserves love.

Being a pantser (a writer who writes by the seat of her pants, with no plot decided upon before she starts writing), I had no idea how this series would end until I wrote Snowflake. This process is fun yet scary. The first two stories had been published. What if Nerva died? Or worse, what if he couldn’t be stopped?

But the flipside is… I couldn’t wait to write Snowflake. I wanted to learn more about Nerva. I wanted to meet the female who would love a bad, bad demon like Nerva. I wanted to find out how it ended. This ended up as my favorite story of the series. Both the heroine and hero are deliciously bad and wonderful together.

SNOWFLAKE
By Cynthia Sax
Now Available From Changeling Press

Merry is the manufacturing plant slut. The Christmas Fairy performs her unofficial duties as a Santa's Helper on her back, bringing holiday cheer to the hard-working elves.
Nerva is the ancient demon known as the fairy killer. He pulls the wings off fairies, searching for a cure to his age-inflicted madness.
When bad meets bad, Christmas miracles happen.

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Christmas, Demons, And Old Friends

Many readers ask me why I feature demons in my Christmas stories.

One of the reasons is because these demons are old friends of mine. Maximus and Kayla from Demon on the Dance Floor appear in both Clothing Optional and Bitsy's Christmas Demon. They're busy characters and I LOVE visiting with them over the length of these Christmas stories. While I'm in their world, I meet with Taurinus from Demon Of Convenience and big, bad Augustine from This Enchanted Demon. It is like a school reunion but with only the very, very BAD kids attending. They're spiking the punch, dancing on the stage, and mooning the teachers.

(grinning)

Yeah, it sounds like a Changeling party!!!

Anyhoo... I love spending time with the more established, already published characters. They're comforting friends (yes, even Augustine - he's not ALL bad... mostly bad but...).

And isn't that what the holidays are all about -- spending time with loved ones?

CLOTHING OPTIONAL
By Cynthia Sax
Now Available From Changeling Press

Every Christmas, an ancient demon stalks and murders fairies. Until
this killer is apprehended, each fairy is assigned a demon protector.
Otho volunteers to protect Prism, the most uptight fairy on the face of
the planet.

Or so he thinks...

When Otho arrives at Prism's house three hours early and spots his
blue-haired fairy streaking down the street completely nude, he realizes
his perfect fairy is only perfect for him.

Unfortunately, he is not the only demon with eyes on her bare buttocks.

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Clothing Optional (Rated R) - Cynthia Sax

I always love writing the Christmas stories for Changeling's annual series and Clothing Optional is extra special because... well... it is about streaking! Yes, I've done it and in the middle of winter too, with snow all around me. It is exactly how Prism describes it... freeing and deliciously naughty.

Naughty enough to tempt a big, bad demon.

CLOTHING OPTIONAL
By Cynthia Sax
Now Available From Changeling Press

Every Christmas, an ancient demon stalks and murders fairies. Until
this killer is apprehended, each fairy is assigned a demon protector.
Otho volunteers to protect Prism, the most uptight fairy on the face of
the planet.

Or so he thinks...

When Otho arrives at Prism's house three hours early and spots his
blue-haired fairy streaking down the street completely nude, he realizes
his perfect fairy is only perfect for him.

Unfortunately, he is not the only demon with eyes on her bare buttocks.

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***

Otho twisted his wrist to glance at his watch. It was three a.m., and
the demon council clearly stated that the fairy protection shifts didn't
start until six a.m. on the twenty-fourth. If he showed up at her door
three hours early, Prism would ask why, and then he'd have to admit he'd
been counting down the days to seeing her again.

She'd raise those thin eyebrows.

He'd feel like a jackass.

So Otho stayed outside in the freezing cold, leaning against his
winter-inappropriate 1957 Corvette convertible, sipping hot black
coffee, contemplating his attraction to the most uptight fairy on the
planet. She was a librarian, for fuck's sake, and around him, her lips
were constantly pursed with disapproval. God, they were soft lips
though. He could imagine them pursed around his --

The door opened, and Otho ducked behind the car. A beautiful face peeked
out, looking from side to side, her dark blue hair pulled back in a
ponytail. He watched her with lust and keen interest.

What the fuck was she doing?

Prism stepped outside. She was wearing that white terrycloth robe he'd
often seen hanging on the coat rack by her front door. On her feet were
gleaming white sneakers, with matching socks folded neatly down to her
ankles.

She took another look about her and nodded to herself as if mentally
confirming a fact she already knew. Prism then turned around until she
faced the open door, removed her robe, tossed it inside, and closed the
door.
Otho's mouth dropped. His eyes widened. His entire being stilled.

She was gloriously, wonderfully, buck-ass naked.

Sure, she'd been naked with him before, when they fucked last Christmas,
after imbibing one too many glasses of spiked eggnog, but that had been
a fast and furious fuck in the dark, under layers of concealing cotton
sheets. He hadn't had a good look at her body. He did now.

Her breasts were small and firm, tipped with indigo nipples that
tightened to mouthwatering peaks as they came into contact with the cold
air. Her stomach was flat and indented with muscles he never thought
he'd find attractive on a female. Her hips were shapely, with a triangle
of closely cropped blue curls nestled between them. And those legs...
He licked his lips. Those legs should be classified as a weapon.
Normally concealed under loose black trousers or ankle-length skirts,
they were long and lean and perfectly designed for wrapping around a
demon's thick torso.

His cock showed his appreciation for her fit physique, pressing
painfully against the zipper of his dress pants. Smoke curled out from
his flared nostrils. He stepped toward her.

And then she was gone, running along the street in a flash of blue.

***

Cynthia Sax
Bitsy's Christmas Demon - Sex with a Christmas fairy tops this powerful demon's wish list.
Demon On The Dance Floor - More Max And Kayla
http://cynthiasax.com/

Excerpt (PG-13): Would you like to be rescued by an angel?

Action, action, action! Angels and demons and lasers, oh, my.

Check out my sexy Paranormal/Sci-Fi Romantic Adventure, Vigilant. Where do the mortals fit in the war between the angels and demons?

Reviews I made my mother memorize:

* 5 out of 5 Tea Cups from Happily Ever After Reviews: “Whether or not you’re a sci-fi fan, you’ll enjoy this stirring romantic adventure.”

* 5 out of 5 Stars from Book Binge: “Wow! What a cast of characters!...It will be a rare person indeed who does not find this story to be awesome and one of the Grade A, Top-of-the-Mark books no one should miss.”  

* Beyond 5 stars! from A Journey of Romance: “I declare Vigilant to be another hit in her series. Vigilant is beyond 5 Stars!”

***

 [This excerpt is rated PG-13 for action. The story is rated R.]

Hotel Escape 

“What if I kissed you before a room of crooks and criminals?”

Goose bumps raced over Yadira’s flesh at contemplation of Weber’s passionate kiss anywhere, in front of anyone, at any time. 

She just didn’t know why he would want to kiss her behind closed doors, as blackened with grievous offense as she was. She wished his sister hadn’t told her he could see guilt. She would’ve wept over the state of her soul, if he hadn’t been in the room.

But Weber was in the room, giving her flights of delight with his enticements and innuendo. She was supernaturally aware of his presence, closeness, and possible actions. His hands kneading hers slowed and stroked each finger, stealing a part of her mind.

“I’m available to fill your needs for the case, Marshal.” Her heart pounded in her chest. “If it keeps me from prison.”

He smiled, pleased with her answer, his olive-green eyes alight in the sexiest way. Could his vision carry the power to blank her thoughts and still her actions? Perhaps it was a gift of the unusual gene the I-Marshals carried that made them special. It was a preposterous thought, but she began to think he was something extra-human. Wasn’t a law enforcement officer who saw guilt more than just a cop?

Were delusions of an angel prowling her subconscious messing with her mind?

She wondered how long Weber’s testimony of their being lovers would stay a lie. A firestorm of attraction raged through them. They sat together on a bed now, his hands intimately massaging hers and relaunching all the heat he commanded. He’d kissed her moments ago, programming her to respond to him. Her thighs were on fire. He stared at her lips now as though they were edible, sending her subliminal hints that he would kiss her a second time. The thought of his mouth on hers again… With this much warning, she had time to lose her breath, anticipate the softness of his lips, want him more with every passing second.

“Weber…”

“Yes, Yadira?”

“Have you sent an angel to watch over me?”

A loud bang rocked the room, startling them and breaking the electricity burning the air between them. Her question forgotten, they spun toward the hotel room door to see it had taken a strike to its metal so hard, it dented. She froze in fear.

“Oh, yeah, the Alliance,” the I-Marshal muttered under a sunken brow as though having forgotten some vital information to add to the night. He scrambled from the bed.

A second strike slammed into the security door with great force, denting its surface again. The lock was not yet compromised.

“Move, Yadira! They’ll be through the door in seven more strikes!”

Snapping herself from a terror-induced stasis, she burst from the bed, ran to and fro, looping the bag of clothes around her neck.

“Weber! Did you kill my guard?”

“No. I only kill the guilty. Your guard probably awakened in the room next door about five minutes ago.”

He grabbed her hand and tugged her into the shower room. There, he unlatched the small, highly placed window. It was the room’s only outlet for fire escape. Hotel guests were not prisoners.

Except for Yadira. She actually was a prisoner.

“Who’s coming through that door, Weber? And why?”

The window did not open all the way, so he ripped it from the metal frame, and he pulled in a knotted rope already hung outside for their escape.

“Probably, an Alliance SWAT team…or two, maybe some fed guys, a few overexcited locals. They’ll blow the door in a few seconds. The I-Marshals have taken me off the investigation, Yadira, and I’ve decided if they won’t release you from the case, I’m going to hide you from the Alliance. They aren’t happy with my plan.”

Yadira’s head snapped back to the sight and sound of new dents driven loudly into the room’s door. The noise of hovercraft blades warping the air blasted through the window.

He propped the room’s chair against the wall, assisting her climb to the high window.

“We’re on the fifth floor!”

“All you have to do is get out of this room. Take hold of the rope hanging out the window.”

Displeased with her catatonic speed, he snatched her up and put her atop the windowsill, feet first through the open window. She was about to scream bloody murder when she felt a knotted rope between her legs. She grasped it for dear life and leaned out of the building to assess their position.

The chaos was much louder outside the metal-plated room. Sirens shrieked, flashing lights blinded her. She saw the hovercrafts that belonged to the warp of blades she’d heard pivoting all around the hotel, their spotlights aimed on her and watching. How did they all get there so fast?

She turned to Weber behind her in the shower room, and snapped, “Aren’t I already under arrest?”

“Just climb onto the rope, Yadira, trust me.”

It was difficult to trust him when police on PA systems blasted, “Imperial Marshal Weber and Yadira Maxwell! Hold your position! You are surrounded! Do not attempt to escape!”

Trust him? The alternative was surrender.

Looking up the rope secured to the tube railing of the building, and seeing a variety of police uniforms aiming weapons at her, Yadira grasped the rope, put her feet on a knot, and wiggled off the window ledge, clinging to the rope and shaking. The red-and-blue flashing lights blinded her. The hard breeze set off by the hovercrafts whipped her hair across her face, stinging her. The sights and sounds of every law enforcement machine focused on her exit shocked her. She hadn’t known she was this important to the Alliance.

Or maybe capturing a rogue cop was this important. She guessed it was.

Weber climbed out of the window and onto the rope above her, and then he shimmied down to and around her, protecting her from crazy hails of rubber bullets or stunner rays. Cops with Tasers waited below the rope to take custody of them. Cops with stunners awaited atop the building. Cops in hovercrafts surrounding them, weapons sighting them, awaited any dangerous move. She’d never seen so many uniforms in all her life put together.

They’d never let her out of prison for this!

His big boots planted on a big knot in the rope below hers. “Turn on the rope and wrap your arms around me, Yadira!”

She looked around the hurricane they withstood, terrified. Emergency crews assembled below. Spectators were shooed away from witnessing their deaths or horrible mutilations when they hit the ground. Did the cops plan to plant a laser beam in the rope, melting the braid and causing their fall?

“What’s happening, Marshal? Why is all of Reigna’s force sighting us?”

“Ignore them.”

Her mouth dropped. “Ignore them?”

“I should have punched your guard harder. Put your arms around me!”

Surely, they’d fall!

“Trust me!”

She wrapped one arm around his neck, and let go of the rope with her other hand, hooking her arm beneath his to reach her other hand and locking them together. He trapped her against him with the rope, one hand gripping the lifeline above her. Sure she’d next tumble to her death or find herself behind bars, she watched Weber retrieve his palm comp with his free hand and type some numbers with his thumb.

Then Weber let go his grip of the rope, and she experienced the terrifying sensation of falling. It felt like they fell for minutes instead of the second it would have required for them to hit the pavement like melons.

***

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~ Walk Another World ~ http://www.ILoveShape-Shifters.com/

Sneak Peek Excerpt-R-Gangbusters-Angels & Demons/Sci-Fi Romantic Adventure

Happy Scary Weekend, monster lovers.

I’m Michele Hart, and here’s a creepy Halloween bite of my upcoming angels & demons/Sci-Fi Romantic Adventure, Gangbusters. It’s coming out November 1st at Bookstrand.com. Get your monsters at the pre-order price.

What’s a girl to do when she falls in love with a killer?

“When you see me drop a demon, you'll know I'm only getting started.”

- Danny's T-shirt

“My lover slays demons, and all I get is this lousy T-shirt!” - Faith's T-shirt

 Go ahead, read some creepy stuff.

***

[ This excerpt is rated R for nasty threats of punishment. Just awful stuff.

And that’s coming from the Good Guy. He means business. ]

            Wherever Calderon went, he opened a gun shop, even on the planets where guns were outlawed. It was his screw-you to the authorities.

            The I-Marshal had a screw-you for Calderon from the entire Alliance, hand-delivered.

            Unseen, Danny paced into Calderon’s gun store, walked right past the gangster’s bulky guards and into the firing range, not needing to kill the guards to keep them from spotting his talk with their boss.

            The oily Calderon stood alone in a shooting booth, firing a variety of firearms, both projectile and beam weapons. The mobster’s range time was the only time he was without his posse in attendance or women on his arm. The familiar smell of gunpowder made Danny smile. He watched for a while to see if Calderon was a good shot. He was. But it wasn’t going to help him.

            When Danny felt like it, he walked up to Calderon unsuspecting, and he clocked the mobster, sending him to the concrete floor.

            Minutes later, Calderon awakened to find himself hanging upside down a half-meter in the air at the target-end of the shooting range, his hands cuffed behind his back, his body wrapped in and suspended by the cables that operated the target-retrieval system of the range. His eyes rolled upward to find Danny’s gold I-Marshal badge jammed in his mouth and no one in the room.

            No one visible.

            “Go ahead,” Danny spoke loudly into the gangster’s ear. “Scream all you want.”

            Calderon did. He screamed as much as he could, his mouth stuffed with a big eight-point star, and it wasn’t enough to penetrate the soundproofed range. He looked terrified. Good.

            When the criminal scourge of planet Reigna wore himself out squealing like a pig, Danny plucked the badge from his mouth and wiped it on Calderon’s expensive suit. “I’m here for a few reasons, demon. First, to avenge the wholesale death, corruption, and misery you’ve caused the mortal worlds for millennia. I’m going to visit all your brothers connected, and I’m going to destroy every one of you.”

            Calderon thrashed in his bonds to no avail. He only swung for his efforts like a pendulum blade.

            “Secondly, I’ve been sent to avenge your wife’s murder, and that of her family.”

            “Who sent you?” the gangster spat, livid to find himself in this vulnerable position.

            “Faith Vedder. You remember her, the reporter who’s on you like…blasphemy on a devil’s lips. You met her today.”

            The crook snorted. “I recognized her right away.”

            “I thought you might have. That’s why I’m here to dismantle you. She actually hasn’t asked me to kill you yet. But she will. That you will be dead before she calls the shot is just a trick of time. Going against you.”

            Calderon shouted again for his boys, and rocked himself in an effort to bring his body down from his bonds. When he tired, he gave up, still swinging from side to side.

            “Keep calling for your buddies. I’ll pick them off like duck targets.”

            “Why are you waiting to destroy me, Marshal?”

            “I want some information from you. What do you know about a street manager on planet Valdeya called Freak? Lie to me, and I’ll call upon Metatron to get the truth from you. If you make me call upon my lord, I’ll cut your tongue out, and he’ll have a hard time understanding your answer. You don’t wish to give the highest of angels a difficult time, do you? He will consign you to the Fifth Heaven where your punishment will last an eternity. He has no mercy for corruptors.”

            Calderon sweated like a turkey shown the chopping block. “Freak… He’d been a high-level employee of the Juicers. I’d sold him the job of killing Faith Vedder. He’d told me he’d taken the contract to Boss, who’d given it to Heretic.”

            It didn’t surprise the I-Marshal. Contract killings were often passed through a chain of criminals to erase the true originator.

            “Clearly, Heretic hadn’t done his job. I found him at the woman’s side earlier today.”

            Danny disengaged his invisibility, removed the helmet and the cowl beneath it, and set them down beside him on the floor. The gangster sucked in a slow breath of shock to see him and put it together that his long-time associate from the black-market underground was an undercover I-Marshal.

            “I always do my job. You’re not making any more plans for Faith. She’s fantasizing of your destruction now.”

            “Is a third-rate reporter calling your shots now, Heretic?”

            “Keep mouthing off, and I’ll put my C-breaker down your throat and cook you from the inside out. When was the last time you heard from Freak?”

            The click of Heretic’s switchblade rushed the monster into saying, “Weeks ago.”

            “Before or after Boss’s crew got hit on Valdeya?”

            “Before. A week before, I’m sure of it. I’m guessing Freak died in that hit.”

            Heretic knew Freak had survived his destruction somehow, and he knew Calderon lied.

            “So you didn’t kill Faith Vedder…and you’re screwing her now… Isn’t that against I-Marshal rules?”

            “Don’t provoke me, demon. I’m not a man of limits.”

            The gangster’s vision roamed the target range and his position in it. “Are you planning some shooting practice on me?”

            “What good would it do? We both know that won’t end your sick existence. You’ll just regenerate in a day or two in that body. Unless I give you a thorough destruction.”

            Calderon nervously chuckled, his peace disturbed. “You’ve a bit of a reputation as a torturer, Heretic. Wouldn’t you rather take your anger out on me and let me live, giving you a source of information?”

            “I’d like to take my anger out on you. Especially since I saw you put your grubby demon lips on Faith today, attempting to defile her. I’d carve my initials in your scaly chest for that. Maybe force you to transform completely, let your wings sprout…so I can slip my blade beneath them and cut them from your demon back. Carve the horns from your demon skull. Pull the fangs from your demon face.”

            Calderon shuddered, probably imagining himself stripped of his evil tools.

            “But letting you live for what little info you could provide violates my mission to destroy you and your kind. I’ll do what I must to end your existence. By the way...” Heretic lifted the gold chains hanging around Calderon’s greasy neck with his blade. “I arrest you in the name of the Draco Alliance. Now it’s official.”

            “Stop pretending to be a cop, Heretic,” Calderon growled. “You’re formed from the same dark and wicked flame as me…son of fire.”

            “I guess it’s in my nature to see you suffer.”

            “It’s a sin you love too much.”

***

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