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amberkell.wordpress.comWell Amber, I am thrilled for you to be here. Let's get to checking out these books!Release Date January 14th
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While at a kennel purchasing guard dogs, Valor discovers a shifter who pleads for release. Intrigued, the master vampire pays to free the werehound, unaware his moment of compassion will change his life.
Caden's goal is to get as far away from the area as possible. His brother's pack beat him and left him for dead, and he needs to put distance between them before Jameson realizes he's still alive and comes after him again. Little does he realize the vampire who freed him has other intentions.
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Valor walked through the kennel, amused by the sudden silence. The animals knew a dangerous predator moved into their midst and were careful not to draw his attention.
Beside him, the keeper of the animals kept giving him fearful sideways glances. It was rare for a master vampire to pick out his own protector dogs, but Valor wanted to ensure he could bond with the creatures that guarded him while he slept. If the dogs felt connected to him, they were more likely to protect him with their lives.
He hadn't lived over two thousand years by being careless. The increased paranormal hunter activity necessitated additional security. These new hunters didn't care what they caught as long as it was non-human, and the stories told by the few who escaped capture were enough to make everyone in the paranormal community bump up protection and pull their families closer.
No one was going to capture a vampire under Valor's watch.
He protected his own.
A pair of steely-eyed Dobermans caught his attention. "What about those two?"
The keeper gave a nod. "They're good security animals; they're here because the company they were trained for went out of business."
"Ahh. Their loss, my gain. Stephan, add them to the total."
The dark-haired vamp trailing behind him made a quiet sound of assent. Stephan wasn't the most vocal of companions, but he was loyal. The vamp had been at Valor's side for over three hundred years. He trusted Stephan to guard his back and oversee the security detail while Valor concentrated on ruling the vampire tribe under his control. After another walk through, four more dogs were added: two Rottweilers and two mixes.
Valor was pleased.
"Good selection," he told the trembling human beside him.
"Th-thank you, sir." The keeper kept his eyes averted from the vampire's gaze. Valor didn't bother hiding his amusement. The idea that a vampire needed to meet the eyes of his prey was a myth. Valor could've controlled the guy from across the state if he wanted. Fool.
He had almost left the kennel area when he heard a low whimper.
The sound tugged at him, the noise soft and needy, impossible to ignore. Valor turned, scanning the area, but even with his excellent night vision, he couldn't make out the far cages.
"What's back there?"
"Nothing, sir," the keeper said with suspicious speed, "just a mutt we caught a few weeks ago. He was half starved and something had ripped him apart badly. He sets off the other dogs so we keep him separated from them so there's no fighting. He's a sweet pup, not the type you're looking for."
The keeper was eager to convince Valor that he didn't need to look at the animal.
Too eager.
Another whimper called to Valor. "Let me be the judge of that."
Following the sound, he reached a large cage with a golden brown dog inside. Well-muscled, the creature had a shiny coat that glowed even in the darkness. Its large amber eyes looked up at him imploringly.
"Help me," the words whispered into his mind.
Valor's head snapped back, instinctively trying to repel the mental invasion. It took him a moment to realize what it meant.
Werekin.
He looked into the dog's eyes and saw the intelligence shining out of them. There was something more in the creature's gaze than in the other animals' he'd chosen that night.
Human understanding.
"I'll take this one."
"But, sir, he wouldn't make a very good guard dog. He doesn't have a mean bone in him," the keeper protested. Valor turned and found the man had dredged up the courage to meet his eyes in order to protect the beautiful animal.
Valor gave him a smile he knew humans found irresistibly appealing. "I won't use him as a guard; I want him for a pet." He pushed some persuasion into his voice.
Relief crossed the human's face. "In that case, I'd be happy to let you have him. He needs a good home. I'd adopt him myself but the missus said if I brought home another animal she'd put me in the dog house."
"We can't have that now, can we?" he agreed amiably. Valor nodded towards the dog. "What's his name?"
"I call him Prince." Valor could see the human blush even in the dim lighting. "I know it's a common name for dogs, but for some reason it really suits him."
"Hmmm." Valor looked at the creature for a moment. "Let's get Prince out of there so I can take him to his new home."
Release Date January 16th
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In order to stop his magic from eating him alive, Chalice seeks out a man strong enough to dominate and control him.
Chalice might be a prince on his planet but his submissive tendencies prevent him from dealing with the incredible energy coursing through his body. Magic users need a second to balance them out, but there has never been a case where the one with the power didn't hold the dominant position. Chalice's ability as a rare four elemental magic wielder already marks him as different, though. And with the king in denial of his son's needs, he has no choice but to look off--planet to find a powerful partner.
He runs into a diplomat on a mission who leads Chalice to agree to be the pet of an emperor--one whose reputation for tossing aside subs is only balanced out by the fact that Chalice thinks he's the sexiest creature he's ever seen. Chalice takes the plunge, hoping the biggest gamble of his life won't prove to be his biggest mistake.
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Hundreds of ships dotted the spaceport. Some of them large, some of them small, some of them put together with sticky glue and string, or at least they looked like it to Chalice's inexperienced eyes. He headed for the big glowing sign that listed departures, hoping something would jump out at him.
“Looking for a particular ship?” A blue-skinned woman in a deep red dress asked as she stopped beside him.
Chalice gave her a polite bow in respect to the diplomatic badge she wore on her shoulder. “I was hoping to find a pet ship,” he confessed. Unfortunately he couldn't tell which ones might be pet flights and which ones hauled cargo.
The woman looked Chalice up and down. “You look rather well off for a pet.”
Chalice shrugged but didn't dispute her comment. His father might not have thought Chalice worthy of being a proper magic user, but the king never denied him funds. Chalice had shifted quite a bit to a private account his father couldn't access for just this eventuality.
“I need a Master,” he blurted out. Normally he wouldn't confide in a complete stranger but she had a soothing aura about her. Probably stood her in good stead in her diplomatic dealings. A sexual master would be best. He needed complete domination to sublimate the energy surging through his body.
“I'm Dahla Soon.”
“Chalice.”
She raised her brow at the lack of a surname but he didn't offer anything more. As he returned to scanning the board, he could feel Dahla's amber eyes on him.
“Would you consent to being a present?”
Chalice turned and examined the woman with his 'other' sight. Her aura showed no signs of malice or ill will--instead she had a purply tint of anticipation. “Who would I be a present for?”
“I have to negotiate mining rights on planet Zaraga. The emperor, Terrin Hawk, is a hard man, but rumour has it he's seeking a new pet.”
“Why does he need a new pet?” Chalice wondered if the fates were helping him or mocking him. Never in his life had anything fallen in his lap like this.
“He has problems keeping them,” she said with a shrug.
That didn't sound good.
“He hurts them?”
Dahla shook her head. “He gets bored with them and sends them on their way. It would go a long way towards my negotiations if I could present him with someone who looks like you.”
“What would I get out of it?” He was young, not stupid.
“Besides a possible master, I'll give you free transportation and a half per cent of the money I receive from the mining rights, whether you stay with him or not. All I ask is that you stick to any contract you sign with him.”
A half a percentage for any mining haul would bring good money and it never hurt to have additional funds. He might need to continue his hunt if the emperor didn't work out. Not to mention the ring Odwill had given him had a hawk matching the emperor's last name. Chalice had too much faith in seers to disregard such an obvious link.
“You must really want those rights.”
Dahla nodded. “We manufacture ships and need the mining rights in order to harvest the mineral that keeps them in the air.”
“Providing the guy isn't too hideous, you have yourself a deal.” If the emperor turned out to be a dud, Chalice would be free to go to a different planet.
Dahla pulled a device out of her pocket. She pushed a few buttons before turning it to Chalice. “Here's a picture of him.”
The gorgeous man had lush black hair, cold black eyes and a cruel tilt to his mouth. He practically screamed master. Chalice readily agreed. Now he could only hope he would meet the other man's criteria.
