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Friday, October 31, 2025

Survival of the Wolves Release Blitz #rabtbooktours



Pack Pledged, Book 3


Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance

Date Published: 10-31-2025



We will usher in the end of all or birth a new world from its ashes. Nothing to stress about, right?

Chosen by the great wolf, Fenrir, and in possession of his amulet, my bonded and I are expected to single-handedly prevent Ragnarök. Spoiler alert, we’re just as clueless as everyone else. Turns out the gods don’t believe in leaving Cliff Notes.

Fending off attacks from the crooked Alpha and searching for a cure for the illness attacking our females, we’re pushed to our breaking point. With the Alpha hitting our vulnerable spots like a battering ram, we’re on the defensive and the run.

If we can’t expose his corruption and gain control before he turns the pack against us, it’s game over. Bringing him to heel means facing our demons, creating allies, and revealing hidden secrets. Are we powerful enough together to pull off the impossible and make the gods notice us again?

It’s a battle for the wolves we have to win.


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Surviving off coffee and tea, Ophelia Black pens stories that never make you choose. Combining her love for the paranormal, magic, and history, she weaves immersive worlds with unforgettable characters and adventure. In her worlds, love is eternal, even when the path to finding it is winding. When she’s not busy exploring the shadowy places in her mind, Ophelia daydreams, makes candles, bakes, and researches.


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Tuesday, March 19, 2024

Fox Hounds New Release Blitz #IndiGo

Title:  Fox Hounds

Author: Lia Connor

Publisher: Changeling Press

Cover Artist: Renee' George

Release Date: March 15, 2024

Heat Level: 4 - Lots of Sex

Pairing: Male/Male/Male/Female

Length: 45 pages

Genre: Action Adventure, New Releases, Paranormal Women's Fiction, Romance, Romantic Comedy

Themes: 20th Century, Big Beautiful Women, Bisexual, Multisexual, & Pansexual, Multicultural & Interracial, Multiple Partners, Reverse Harem, Second Edition, Shapeshifters

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Synopsis

Foxy Lady…

Reyna's a skilled thief and the lightest-fingered pickpocket around. Several professionals would love to have her on their side, if only to be able to keep an eye on her. What they don't know is that Reyna's nickname isn't just fantasy -- she's a shapeshifting fox and as clever and wily as they come. No one can catch her if she doesn't want to be caught, and so far no one's come close to winning her over.

Not, that is, until the hounds pick up her trail. Jonas, Si and Boone, lovers as well as skilled tricksters, have the Fox's scent and they intend to woo her, outsmart her and win her to their team. As hounds in name as well as in shapeshifting nature, they know they're just as good at getting the job done as Reyna is. All they have to do is catch this thief and get her not only on their side, but in their shared bed.

And they won't give up until they get the job done.

Excerpt

Fox Hounds
Second Edition
Lia Connor
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2024 Lia Connor

Three dogs climbing from an alley to the third-floor balcony of a nightclub would, Jonas knew, have raised a few eyebrows. If anyone had been around to see what happened next, they'd probably have fainted.

Three dogs clustered together on the roof, nosing one another in approval. One morphic flash later -- a sight that'd make any human's eyes water and their head ache -- and three men crouched above the club -- and more importantly, beneath a window.

Jonas tested the surface of the glass. "Bulletproof and cutter-proof. Gotta hand it to the owners. They think they know their security."

"Want to try the lock picks?" Si patted his pocket. He'd concealed his tools so well that unless someone stripped him bare they wouldn't have known he had anything more dangerous on him than his charming smile.

"No." Jonas studied the window. He rolled his sleeves up to mid-forearm. "I think this might just work better." He lifted and the window rose smoothly as silk. The ripe scent of perfume, gin and sex from the club rolled out in powerful waves. "It's like they bathe in it. Eau de Horny."

Si wasn't listening. "Wait, the window's unlocked? No alarms, no sirens, no pepper gas booby traps? Someone knew we were coming."

"I'd say it's likely. I'd even say it was the Fox."

Si swore softly and with great respect.

"Sounds like she's throwing a party to welcome us, too. Listen to that racket, would you? No better place to hide than in a crowd," Jonas said. "Nothing beats a classy lady except a crafty classy dame."

"There's got to be at least a hundred people in there," Boone said in awe. He bumped shoulders with Si and head-butted Jonas in the arm. "Do you think they know what she is?"

"Doubtful. The Fox likes playing human." Jonas scratched idly behind Boone's ear. "Besides, doesn't matter. She's led us on a wild chase, but the end game is going to be one hundred percent worth it. Two forms and they both have their uses, boys. We found the Fox's current den on all fours, and now we sweep her off her feet as men."

"So you say. I don't think it's going to be that easy," Si objected. "Fox is the best thief on the West Coast, acknowledged by all, so God only knows how many offers --"

"And threats," Boone butted in soberly.

"-- and threats," Si agreed, "she must have turned down before us. I'd bet dozens have tried and failed to get her on their low-down teams."

"Probably, but they're not us." Jonas lifted the window fully open. Sufficiently tall and wide enough to admit three full-grown conmen, even if one of them was Boone, who'd played fullback before his teammates became aware of his half-canine nature and drop-kicked him off the team. "Here's where the hunt really gets fun. Trust me. Have I ever led you wrong?"

Si grumbled under his breath, then said, louder, "You know, someday you're going to be wrong. I just hope I'm fast enough to stay ahead of the shock wave of shit when that day comes along."

"You know how I know you love the biz?" Jonas ruminated. "The happier you get, the louder you complain. Right now, you're almost ecstatic. You'd shrivel up and die without this to keep you feeling lively. That, and you think the sun rises and sets on me."

"Don't push your luck."

"I never stop. Life without risk isn't life at all." Jonas nuzzled the corner of Si's mouth. "Don't try to con a conman."

Si rolled his eyes, but despite that he bit and licked at Jonas's lips, teasing him around for a proper kiss, dirty, wet, tongues sliding together.

"Careful you two don't get carried away and fall," Boone rumbled, ever protective even when amused. "It's a long way down and even shapeshifters go splat."

"Yep, that'll kill the mood." Si nudged Boone's chest. Lightly.

"Settle down, boys." Jonas poked his head through the window to assess the room beyond. "Empty. I'm betting it's for storage. Sounds like the party's directly below, too."

"A room full of L.A.'s brightest and most beautiful pretending to be bad boys and girls," Si said. "I like it."

"I like the chase." Jonas breathed in, searching for a trace of the Fox's unique, tantalizing scent. "Once we're inside, you follow my every signal. This is a three-pronged attack and I need you both sharp if we want the Fox to take our bait."

"You honestly think we have a shot at getting her on our team?" Boone asked dubiously.

Jonas turned, his balance perfect, to take Boone by the nape and kiss him quiet. "That was for luck, but if you ask me, I think we have as good a chance as any. Maybe better. We have something she wants. You lose all the battles you don't even try to win."

Boone grinned big and bright. "That's good enough for me."

"I knew I could count on you." Jonas held out his fist for his hounds to bump knuckles on. "One for all, and all for one. Let's catch ourselves a Fox."

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Lia Connor lives in the South, but her job takes her almost everywhere but. Her laptop is her best friend. Lia loves stories about BBW’s, hot, hot, hot threesomes and wily shifters who get into (and out of) all kinds of trouble...

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Tuesday, September 19, 2023

Stepbrothers in the Bratva Excerpt and Giveaway #SilverDaggerTours

 


Fact: I’m a people pleaser through and through.

Fact: There is 1 thing that will make my stepbrothers happy…pleasing me.

Conclusion: Who am I to deny their happiness?!?!

Stepbrothers in the Bratva

Eggplant Canyon Phase 2: The Bratva Moves In Book 5

by Sylvie Haas

Genre: Contemporary Erotic RH Romance

Fact: I’m a people pleaser through and through.
Fact: There is 1 thing that will make my stepbrothers happy…pleasing me.
Conclusion: Who am I to deny their happiness?!?!

My four stepbrothers have very different ideas of what I should be studying and where I should get my lessons.

I say I should be studying for my science degree, while they say it should be sex ed.

I say I should be at home with my textbooks, while they say we should go to a sex club.

Compromise: A few hours at the club could be the perfect way to break up my study sessions.

But when I find out what my stepbrothers really do for a living and that my mom got caught in the crossfire, the lies unravel.

Can I trust anything my family has told me?

If you love dirty-talking stepbrothers who have over-the-top ideas of how to please their woman, schedule a study date with these guys.

A fast-paced, reverse harem romance novella!

We’re wrapping up a phone call with our father, who’s out of town, when we pull up to his house. He’s on speaker phone so we can all hear.

“Carolyn told me not to ask you, but I could never forgive myself if something happened to her daughter. Make sure Esme gets settled in, and if you don’t mind staying for the week before she heads back to school, that would be even better.”

Great, the child prodigy genius who has a higher IQ than me and my three brothers combined will love being checked on. I’m sure our presence will go over like a lead balloon.

Maybe she’s one of those all brains and no common sense types.

But we owe the affluent lives we’ve been brought up in, our jobs in the Bratva, and basically everything to our father. So if it will put his mind at ease, we’re there for him.

Our vacation in Greece will be there when we finish.

We head in the front door and there’s some kind of motivational speaking blaring through the home stereo system. What the hell is our stepsister listening to? Sounds boring as hell, something about med school. I thought she was getting her PhD. Whatever…PhD, med school, do I even know the difference? Aren’t they all called doctors once they graduate?

We each head a different direction, calling for Esme.

A faint sound, not a response, comes from the laundry room. As I round the corner, the most innocent-looking, petite, wide-eyed thing jumps out, her tits spilling out of her bra.

My dick’s going hard about the same time I realize she’s swinging the wooden end of a mop at me. What the fuck? I’m so distracted by why she’s only wearing a bra and panties that I can’t regroup fast enough. Maybe because all my blood’s headed to my dick.

“Oof!” The wooden shaft nails my gut, but my abs instinctively tense, minimizing the impact.

I rip it from her hands and toss it to the side before she goes for an eye or nut jab.

“Esme?”

She jumps back, crossing one of her arms in front of her milky mounds. The other hand rushes lower, her fingers splayed wide in front of her panties. My lower brain wishes she’d sink those fingers between her legs and show me how she likes to be pleased. And that hand covering her tits….she could play with her nipple.

But since she looks so damn innocent, I’ll offer to do it for her.

“Who are you? Why are you here?” The waver in her voice leaves me feeling like an ass. She juts an arm to the counter, taps her phone, and the podcast stops.

“It’s me, your stepbrother, Yakov.”

Her eyes go even wider. “How do I know I can trust you? Prove it.”

“Haven’t you seen pictures of us?” Although, it would be fair to admit that the pictures we’ve seen of her don’t look quite like the seductress in front of us.

She hesitates. “Mom doesn’t really talk about you.”

“Weird, but okay.” I pull my wallet out of my back pocket and produce a driver’s license. While she studies it, my eyes rake over her body. She’s absolutely fucking gorgeous.

My father would be livid if he knew the thoughts running through my mind. My brothers pile in behind me, presumably hearing us.

“I need clothes.” She’s still trying to cover herself, her alarm escalating as they come in. She rushes to the side, throws the washing machine open, pulls a wet blanket out, and drapes it in front of herself. What the fuck is she doing? Like we’ve never seen a naked woman before.

I’m tempted to crack a joke about learning how to properly use a mop but she’s too nervous.

“Okay, guys, cover your eyes, get out of here. Let her get dressed. And be careful of the wet floor, Esme. Our father would be pissed if you got hurt and end up in the…I don’t want you hurt.”

I almost say end up in the hospital like your mom, but he told us she doesn’t know her mom’s in the hospital. Esme thinks they’ve gone on vacation because apparently Esme doesn’t understand that her mother married into the Bratva.

But news to all of us is that her mother is an informant to the FBI. That provides extra complications since our family has been working with them lately, but didn’t realize she was playing both sides. That explains why they didn’t admit her to the local hospital. They hope to keep her business out of the prying eyes of people close to home.

As we back away, Esme says, “Could you grab my clothes from the kitchen counter and throw them in here, please?”

Timofey grabs her neatly folded shirt and shorts, hands them to me, and I set them inside the laundry room door before pulling it shut.

When she comes out, her perky nipples are no match for her t-shirt or my cock. Damn.

She must have gotten her bra and panties all wet with the blanket, and taken them off. Assuming she’s not wearing anything under her shorts or t-shirt has my dick even harder.

Zak is first to speak up. “I’m Zakhar, but you can call me Zak.”

In case she was too startled to get my name a minute ago, I offer it again. “I’m Yakov.”

She laughs. “If he’s Zakhar and I can call him Zak, can I call you Yak?”

My brothers crack up but I won’t be their laughing-stock just because our names can be awkward for non-Russians.

“If you can’t say Yakov, we’ll find a different name.” I’m tempted to have her call me a lot of things, but I’m not going to go into those right now.

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On most days, you can find Sylvie with the wind in her hair, her fingers on the keyboard, and her mind in the gutter as she thinks up new places her characters can get frisky.

Sylvie Haas books will always deliver a happily ever after, and even though they’re short, they’ll leave you satisfied!


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Tuesday, April 4, 2023

Mate to the Merman Teaser Tuesday #rabtbooktours

 

Mermen, Book 2


Fantasy Romance, Paranormal Romance, Shapeshifters, Reverse Harem

Date Published: 4/7/2023

 

Daisy Daniels never expected her temp job cleaning for three hunks on a private island would lead to romance. She clearly hasn’t been watching enough reality TV. Falling in love with one, let alone all three of the Watersons, would be complicated enough without the burden of protecting their secret. Ocean, Bayou, and River aren’t just celebrity treasure hunters, they’re mermen.

Protecting the secret of her lovers is more challenging than Daisy ever imagined, almost as challenging as learning to cook without the help of the internet. Still, her life with the Triad would be perfect if River’s father, the King of Atlantis, didn’t hate her, and if Kai, the Prince of the Aegeans, wasn’t constantly causing trouble.

When karaoke night reveals Daisy has gift she has a lot more to think about than the laundry. Saving the world was never in the job description. How can she risk using her newfound gift when she could harm the three people she loves most?

EXCERPT

River swore under his breath. He hadn’t expected his father to show up. The old man’s timing couldn’t have been worse. In the upheaval of the last twenty-four hours, they’d missed an important call about a dive. That job couldn’t have come at a ghastlier time. They needed the footage, but the wreck wasn’t in Aegean-controlled currents. When they’d decided to dive it, they’d had no idea how complicated their lives would become. He turned to Daisy. “This is my father, King Delta, the ruler of Atlantis.” He returned his attention to his father. “Father, this is Daisy. She’s my Triad’s mate.”

Father snorted a rude, almost dismissive, sound. “A human?” Father spoke out loud, but in Atlantean. “Why are you so intent on destroying my faith that you’ll rule? I have given you time to come to your senses, but I’m starting to lose patience.”

River bristled. He replied in English. “I will not allow you to disrespect my mate.”

Daisy put her hand on River’s arm. “It’s okay.”

He could see the compassion in her beautiful brown eyes. “No, it’s not.” River put his arm around Daisy. Ocean and Bayou moved to stand at his side.

King Delta sighed. “I see you and your Triad are in agreement,” he continued in Atlantean, excluding Daisy.

“We are,” River said. “Triad always.”

“The seal must be found.” Father glared at Daisy a moment before turning his attention back to River. “I can’t believe you were so weak as to allow that pathetic excuse for a male to come into your home and take what belongs to our kingdom.” He glanced at Ocean and Bayou. “For all your talk of Triad, they’ve done nothing to help you protect our legacy.” He pinned River with an intense look filled with authority and anger. “River, you and you alone were entrusted with the seal as my way to ensure you remembered your responsibilities. Instead, you have mated with a human and let Prince Kai walk away with a national treasure. What do you have to say for yourself?”

River’s throat tightened. Even as ridiculous as his father looked standing on land in nothing but a cape, he still bore his position with an aura of power. He could still make River feel like nothing with a glance. If he tried to explain that Daisy would have died if he’d gone after the artifact, would his father relent? Probably not. “I’m sorry, Father.”

“Sorry will not get the seal back. Sorry will not change the fact you tied your soul to a frail human. What are you going to do, my son?” Father crossed his arms over his chest.

“We will help River get the seal back,” Ocean assured the king.

Father’s brow creased as he regarded Ocean with disgust. “I was not talking to you, traitor.”

River scowled. “Ocean would give his life for me and for our kingdom. He is not a traitor.”

King Delta turned to Bayou. “And did you want the human too, monster? Couldn’t you have talked sense into your prince? You know how easily the vulnerable are destroyed. You know how weak a human is, and yet you would allow your prince to tie you all to one female’s short life?”

Bayou glared at the king. “She has the strength of a Triad now.”

Few would have had the courage to do the same. River’s throat tightened.

“You are all pathetic!” The king growled, shaking his fist at River. “If the law allowed me to give the throne to your sister, I would. If you do not regain the seal, I’ll have my army drag those criminals you bonded with to the deepest, darkest prison in Atlantis. I’ll make sure they stay alive, but in hellish misery.”

Ocean and Bayou both stiffened. River looked away, unable to meet the anger and shame Father directed at him. “Father, please, don’t say such things. Daisy is human and you might disapprove of my decision to form our Triad but doing that would be beneath you. A king should never seek personal vengeance. You’ve told me that many times.”

His father took a step closer to him. He raised his fist. “You dare --”

Daisy stepped closer to the king. “I don’t know what you’re saying to them but chill out.”

King Delta turned his attention away from River to glare at Daisy. “Chill out?” he parroted in heavily accented English.

“Yes,” she said. “Chill. These are amazing men, and your tone is clear no matter what language you’re speaking. They don’t deserve a lecture. This is their home. If you can’t be respectful, maybe you should leave.”

River, Ocean, and Bayou inhaled sharply in unison. No one had ever dared tell King Delta to leave before now.

“I will not do this chill out! Fool human! You are of weak thoughts. You give yourself to these males, but they are little fish. Weak fish.” King Delta’s chin rose as he narrowed his eyes at Daisy.

“Let me assure you, there’s nothing little about these fish.” Daisy rolled her eyes and a small chuckle escaped. She looked to River, and he could see love in her gaze. “They are strong and brave.”

The king’s guard wore heavy tunics that fell to their knees. River was glad for Daisy’s sake that they were mostly covered as the large men approached her. Bayou was the first to make a protective move toward Daisy. The guards, knowing full well how easily Bayou could destroy their minds with gift, all stopped.

Daisy glared at the king of Atlantis, causing River to catch his breath in fear for her. “Who’s the little fish now? You need all these big guys to protect you from a human woman’s words?”

The king gave a derisive snort, but he held his hand up to stay his guard. In Atlantean he said, “Don’t bother with this unarmed human. She’s no threat to us.” Then he looked at Daisy and returned to speaking English. “Your tongue is sharp, female. But in water you have no protection from my wrath. Stay dry, woman of my son’s Triad, for under the waves my anger is great.” He turned, his cape billowing dramatically, then motioned for his guard to follow. His entourage tripped over themselves in their haste.

River was quiet as he watched them go. Bayou had moved to put his arm around Daisy. When they were gone Daisy turned to look at her Triad. She tilted her head to the side as her brow furrowed. “What? Why are you all so pale?”

Bayou stepped back to scowl at her. He started to pace. “That was fucking stupid. If you see River’s father again, keep your mouth shut.”

Daisy sucked in a sharp breath. Her lips pursed angrily, and her gaze shifted on Bayou with wrath. River put his arm around her, tugging her close. He picked up her long brown braid and tickled her nose with it. Her soft, sensual giggles broke the tension. When she looked up into his face, he had to kiss her. His lips caught hers and his kiss was hungry, needy.

No one else had ever spoken up for him like she had. She’d had no idea just how dangerous her actions were, but that blind need to protect his heart fed his need to be close to her. When he broke the kiss, he put his cheek on the top of her head. “Brave and foolish. You’re perfect for us.”

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