Journalist Ethan has just landed his dream job on a Paris listings magazine. But when he meets his new boss, the dark and mysterious Guillaume, the sparks that fly between them set off a series of events that could threaten the new life he has made for himself. And it is not until he can accept Guillaume's secret that he can finally allow himself to start falling for this complicated and beautiful man. Warning: This short but highly charged erotic romance (8500 words) contains one cute but naive LA music correspondent, a heartstoppingly perfect Parisian wolf shifter and some very graphic sex scenes. Not suitable for under-18s.

Journalist Ethan is enjoying his new job in Paris as features editor on an entertainment magazine - and he's especially enjoying his relationship with the impossibly sexy deputy editor, Guillaume. But there's only one problem: Guillaume is a shifter. And when he invites Ethan to hang out with his pack for the evening, both of them are unaware of the dangers Ethan is about to face. Warning: This short but highly charged erotic romance (8100 words) contains one cute but naive LA music correspondent, a heartstoppingly hot pack of Parisian wolves, an unconventional game of laser tag and some very graphic sex scenes. Not suitable for under-18s. Excerpt I wasn't convinced that mojitos and laser tag were the most sensible combination, but then neither was the idea of being the only human in a contest full of wolves. I tried not to think about it and simply regard them as hot guys. At least until I was forced to confront the reality. If I'd found Guillaume's pack charming and welcoming, the Belgian wolves were another prospect entirely. Leather-clad, dark and unshaven, they hovered outside the arena, unsmiling. The guy at the front, who was obviously the Alpha (I'd only learnt this terminology recently, after prodding the reluctant Guillaume for an explanation), sniffed the air as we arrived. His teeth were yellow and looked distinctively like fangs. I felt deeply uncomfortable. He barked something at Thomas as we approached - and his voice really did sound like more of a bark than any human intonation I had ever heard. "En Anglais, s'il vous plait," affirmed Thomas smoothly. "One of our number does not speak French." "And that would be the same one of your number who does not carry the blood of the wolf?" asked the rough-voiced leader, sarcastically. "Calm down, Dirk," said Antoine. "Who invented the rule that you have to be wolf to carry a laser gun? If we were out in the woods, perhaps it would not be so wise. But I do not understand what difference it makes." "Whose mate is the human?" demanded another one of the Belgians. "It is bad enough that the males of your pack couple with other males. But to couple with male humans..." He left his sentence unfinished but spat on the ground to emphasize his point. I felt chilled by the hatred emanating from them. "He is no one's mate," answered Guillaume quietly. "Perhaps one day, but at this moment he is a friend who is eager to learn something of our ways before he involves himself further." I felt nervous yet excited inside when Guillaume said, "Perhaps one day" - and I understood that this evening was far more important for both of us than he had let on. I felt it was some kind of test, and if I passed it, then I could pass deeper into Guillaume's world. Since the first night we spent together, he had not made any reference to wanting me as his mate, whatever that meant, so I knew it was significant.

Journalist Ethan has a dream job working on a music magazine in Paris, and he's dating the gorgeous deputy editor, Guillaume. But there's only one Guillaume is a wolf shapeshifter. When Ethan finds himself alone in a nightclub with another of the guys in Guillaume's pack, he finds temptation thrown in his way that is impossible to resist. Can his relationship with the handsome wolf survive? This is the third installment of the Spell of the Shifters series. This short but highly charged erotic romance (8300 words) contains one cute but naive LA music correspondent, a heartstoppingly hot pair of Parisian wolves and some very graphic sex scenes. Not suitable for under-18s. Excerpt "I need to have you. Now." He murmured this in my ear and I was transported by my desire for him. Nothing else would do, and it was not possible for me to deny myself. I had never wanted anyone like I wanted this man. I needed to feel him and to taste him, and I needed it now. I bodily dragged him from the dance floor, stunned by the urgency of my wanting. We grappled with each other in a dark corner. The feeling of his bare skin against mine was electric and as he grabbed my ass and pulled it in towards him, grinding our hips together, I felt like my cock was going to explode. I had to have him. I had lost all my powers of reason and any semblance of self-control. I nuzzled his neck. "Not here," I murmured in his ear, dragging him towards the elevator. I had forgotten Ava existed - and, shamefully, Guillaume didn't even cross my mind. We were on our own in the elevator, but even if we hadn't been, I would not have been able to keep my hands off him. I traced the lines of the wolf tattoo on his tricep with my fingers. His pupils were dilated, huge and black, turning his pale eyes into dark pools of desire. I touched my mouth to his cheek, where the roughness of his stubbled jaw stimulated the receptors in my lips. I wanted to taste him, to possess him, to own him. His strange otherness and wolfishness had cast a spell on me and I could think of nothing else. The doormen regarded us impassively as we tumbled out of the door locked in each other's arms. I guessed they saw this or more every night of their working lives. He pulled me around the corner and shoved me up against the grimy wall. Despite the chill of the damp, cold air on our bare chests, we were oblivious. The scratch of the rough bricks on my back only added to the heights of my sensory arousal. He bit down savagely on my lip, drawing blood, and raked his nails down my shoulder, leaving a faint trail of blood, which he licked from me. The sensation of his rough pink tongue on my shoulder made my knees weaken with desire, and I slumped against the wall.

Journalist Ethan has a dream job working on a music magazine in Paris, and he's dating the gorgeous deputy editor, Guillaume. When he asks Guillaume to help him choose a new tattoo, he gets more than he's bargained for with an other-worldly experience that will help mark his acceptance into Guillaume's pack - and set the scene for some of the best sex he's ever had. This is the fourth installment of the Spell of the Shifters series. This short but highly charged erotic romance (7100 words) contains one cute but naive LA music correspondent, a heartstoppingly hot Parisian wolf and some very graphic sex scenes. Not suitable for under-18s. Excerpt "For our people, tattoos are something sacred," he said. "We would never have one that doesn't have a meaning for us, and as you become closer to us and begin to learn our ways, it seems appropriate that something like this should be shared." "So, what does yours signify?" I hadn't asked before. I never knew with Guillaume what was off-limits and what wasn't. He sighed and for a moment, I thought he was going to change the subject. He touched the wolf silhouette on his shoulder thoughtfully, as if weighing up how much to tell me. I had wondered if it was a pack membership symbol, although I had noticed that Thomas did not appear to have one. "You have seen the same ink on Antoine, n'est-ce pas?" I nodded, and then the truth hit me. "You had it done together, because he was your mate?" He avoided my eyes. "Yes. And now I cannot have it transformed or removed, because the rules of our kind decree that when you mate, it should be for life, and the ink that signifies a failed mating should be a constant reminder of one's own failure." "But was it your failure?" I probed, wanting to make the most of his sudden openness. Antoine was irresistible, as I knew to my own cost. He was the yin to Guillaume's loud, cocky and with silver-blond hair and the palest blue eyes I had ever seen, in either human or wolf. Guillaume shook his head. "It would be wrong of me to go into details. Some things that happen between mates should remain private. And it is sometimes easy for one partner to blame the other. But all I will say is that you have experience of what Antoine is like." I remembered his primal force and the way Antoine could make anyone, male or female, want him with a hunger that made one dizzy. I remembered the speed with which he could transform himself into a beautiful white wolf, with fur as thick and soft as that of a child's plush toy. And I felt the hurt and bitterness that Guillaume must have felt at his betrayal. Guillaume did not need to spell it out to me why his relationship with Antoine had failed. "And me?" I asked softly. "If I go ahead with a tattoo that reminds me of you, will I too one day regret it?"

Music journalist Ethan has his dream job in Paris, and his dream lover in the shape of Guillaume, the magazine's deputy editor. But there's a Guillaume is a wolf shifter, and while his pack accept their relationship, other shifters are not as tolerant. This prejudice leads to a life-or-death threat which forces him to confront what his love for Guillaume really means. This is the fifth installment of the Spell of the Shifters series. This short but highly charged erotic romance (7,800 words) contains one cute but naive LA music correspondent, a heartstoppingly hot Parisian wolf and a very graphic sex scene. Not suitable for under-18s. Excerpt I scanned the room for Guillaume. He'd become lost in the sea of fur as the different packs mingled and caught up with each other's news. There he was. My heart melted when I saw him playing around with a couple of the Toulouse pack. He was always so serious when he was in human form, and it was as though shifting to his wolf persona gave him the chance to kid around a bit and show a lighter side of himself. God, he was gorgeous. He stood out among all the others of his kind. I never had any problems distinguishing him from the wolves in his pack. He was one of a kind, with his thick black pelt, lean, muscular body and dark brown eyes. He was always so gentle around me, and I had only seen his snarling, terrifying side a couple of first, when the Belgian wolf pack threatened me, and the second time when Antoine, the pack troublemaker, threatened to come between us. Ah, Antoine. Kat nudged me. Her people apparently had psychic abilities, so I wasn't surprised when she winked at me. "Antoine, eh?" I stared into the middle of the room. There was Antoine, the center of attention, as always. He'd have stood out in any company, whether as a man or a wolf. His deep white fur, as soft as a child's plush toy, made him look more cuddly and harmless than he actually was. But to gaze into those strangely cold pale blue eyes was to get the measure of the man. He was solidly muscled and intimidating-looking, and while I could understand Guillaume's attraction to him, I still couldn't believe that they had been mates, intending to be partnered for life. Antoine had been the one who broke Guillaume's heart, yet he acted as though it were the other way round. He was jealous of me - I knew this because Thomas had warned me that he would stop at nothing to break us up. On one occasion, he had used his scorching sexual magnetism to come on to me, and to my shame, I had succumbed. It had backfired because Guillaume was furious with Antoine, rather than me, and both still bore the scars of their fight that night. Antoine's behavior had long ago cost him his status as pack Beta, a position Guillaume now held, and that slight was like a weeping sore. Kat followed my gaze. Antoine was engaging in the kind of overtly sexual behavior that I knew would earn him a reprimand from Thomas, rubbing himself up against one of the Marseille wolves, and nipping at the back of his neck. The object of his attention was a small brown male with long silky fur, black eyes and a cute face.