Baby, I’m a Beast
A Paranormal Romance
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Wray’s family had always been different from that of her friends. She lived with her uncle who loved to party, and a housekeeper who was nothing short of a drill sergeant. Her life was anything but conventional, but when she meets her sexy neighbor, her life becomes unbelievable even to her.
He had come to clean the pool and when he was finished, he stripped off his clothes and jumped right in. Lap after lap Wray watched as he swam from one end of the pool to the other. When he finally noticed her, the attraction was immediate and mutual. He gave her a wicked grin, his sparkling blue eyes twinkling, and kissed her as he made his way out of the pool. She groaned and giggled at each feather soft touch of his lips on her skin and ran her fingers through his short black hair. Dedicated to his sport, he wore his hair nearly to his scalp, and she wondered if perhaps years in heavily chlorinated water had caused his hair to simply give up trying. It was as sexy as hell on him, though, and Wray let her fingers ooze out over the back of his head. He was fun, but it was Wray’s neighbor that got her hot.
Mr. Ashworth appeared to be in his late forties and looked like a movie star. He was always dressed neatly in a pair of pressed trousers and a designer shirt that stretched over his muscular chest. His often unruly shock of thick auburn hair was slicked back into submission, and his piercing blue eyes were shielded from the sunlight by a pair of steel rim shades. She thought he was a normal man until the night she heard something odd. There was movement beside his big pool and something stirring in the darkness. Scrambling to the break in the hedge, she sat quietly, straining her eyes, and what she saw freaked her out.
At first she thought he was having sex with one of his beauties he would often bring home with him. She squinted for a better look, thinking that she was going to see a really hot show. It took a second or two for her to figure out that his head was at another guy’s throat, and there was nothing sexual about it. The neck was ripped open, streamers of muscle and tendon splayed out like party decorations. She didn’t remember the scream she let out because she passed out right there in the row of hedges.
“Baby, I’m a Beast,” paranormal romance by K. Lyn, can be purchased from the Apple iBookstores, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Kobo ebooks, and All Romance ebooks. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.
The man who came to Colville knew there was something unique about the young men he was ordered to observe. They had been able to ward off a curse and survive a vampire attack. The man had spent most of the day observing the town and keeping an eye on the young men. One of them was ill and the man knew why. The other one had no idea he was being followed, but as far as the man was concerned, he was a below average werewolf at best. Still, there had to be a reason for a vampire to show up in Colville, other than creating two werewolf slaves.
Arousing the Legacy centers around the small town of Colville which appears to have been chosen by a paranormal power for a very deliberate purpose. It is up to a small group of friends to discover what that purpose is and why their town was chosen, all while encountering vampires, werewolves, and zombies, and fearing for their lives. But could one of their own be among the paranormal?
The woman could hear the two young men perfectly and she was trying hard not to turn around. ‘Mere mortals,’ she thought as she walked. One of them wolf whistled and the woman stopped walking.
“I think that bombshell heard you.”
“You think she will come back to spank me?” Cory asked in a flirty voice as he passed his hand through his brown hair. “I’m all for it, if she does.”
The woman clenched her fists. “I don’t know, Cory,” laughed the boy. The two of them smiled as they watched the woman walk toward them. “I got this,” said Cory as he stood up straight. The woman stopped in front of them and they smiled at her. “So,” began Cory. He took a step toward her. He could smell leather and perfume. “You looking for something exciting to…” Cory yelled as he felt the pain.
“Hey, you psycho!” yelled Dave as he took hold of her arm. He tried to pull her away but couldn’t. The woman gave a smile and her eyes turned from blue to red as Dave stood still in fear. “What…what are you?”
“Don’t tell me you guys won’t play with me now?” asked the woman sweetly. “Now what to do with you both?” she asked. She loved playing with her food. She was about to kill them when she smelled something…her partner. He would never allow her to have fun on the job. She knew he was close even if she couldn’t see him. He was an expert in hiding and if he had allowed her to catch his scent, it meant that he wanted her to notice him.
“You are no fun,” she said. She knew he could hear him. She let go of the two young men and they fell to the ground, still in pain. She rolled her eyes at them and walked away. A few seconds later she watched as a black car came to a halt.
“Get in,” said a tall black haired man from inside of the car. The woman rolled her eyes and sat down in the passenger’s seat.
“Why did you stop me?” she asked as she looked at the houses they drove past.
“Arousing the Legacy”, paranormal fiction by A.J. Raven, is available from the Apple iBookstores, Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, Kobo, Sony, Google Play, and Coffeetime Romance. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com. For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Cover Above.
The woods behind the old mansion camouflage the young woman well as she scavenges for nuts and berries. Life among the animals is the only life she has known, until the night when the reclusive owner of the estate hears a strange rustling as he hunts for his nightly feast. The man is no ordinary man. He is the result of an experiment gone terribly awry, and he does not welcome the intrusion into his life of solitude.
Roan flipped the light switch on and off a couple of times and poured himself a strong one. He knew what would happen when the glass was empty. It never failed that sleep overcame the recluse and he took to his bed. What occurred during his sleep was mostly unknown to the man, and what he did know frightened him. When the night was as black as pitch, he walked out the back door and into the woods. Covered with thick fur and with claws as sharp as knives, he searched for food, feasting on small animals, nuts and berries, until his eyes detected the slightest hint that daylight was approaching. Then he returned to the house and his bed, waking up once again in the body of a man. He feared what he had become and he blamed the liquor, but it was no ordinary alcoholic beverage that was the culprit. Roan was barely a man when he was plucked from his family for an experimental procedure that had gone terribly awry.
When the shadows of the night closed in around the old house, Roan couldn’t shake the sense of dread and sadness he felt, and so he drank. But the monster within him would never be gone. The aftermath of his nightly excursions was chilling. On occasion, he would venture into the woods in the daytime and when he did he found carcasses of dead animals he had killed the night before. The footsteps he encountered were that of an animal, but he knew they belonged to him. He was the man beast who had killed the defenseless creatures. He felt safe within the mansion and he knew the world was safe without him in it.
“Plucked,” a werewolf/shifter romance, by K. Lyn, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Barnes & Noble, Amazon Kindle Stores, Kobo ebooks, Bookstrand, Google Play, Sony Reader Store, All Romance ebooks, and Coffeetime Romance. For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Cover Above. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.
When a group of friends come upon a car crashed into a tree, they are surprised to find that the woman inside is alive. She tells the group that she and her co-worker had been filming the abandoned Singleton residence for a news report when it grew cold inside the house. They left, and walked toward the swamp not far from the abandoned abode. The swamp was frozen, with thinner ice in places and frozen footprints emanating from the swamp and going into the forest…human footprints. Thinking that the prints were made by kids as a joke, the two reporters followed them and noticed what appeared to be an animal or a human zoom into the trees. Assuming that the creature was hiding, the man approached it, and the couple found themselves surrounded by bodies staring at them. The news duo turned and ran back to their car, where they found another creature preventing them from getting away. The creature grabbed the man’s neck as the woman screamed and watched helplessly as the creature dragged her co-worker into the forest… The group of friends are mesmerized by the woman’s story and they set out to solve the mystery.
It was a cold night and a figure was walking towards the swamp, treading so lightly that it made no footprints. It was if the figure was floating, barely touching the ground. It went through the trees, its pale face coming in and out of the moonlight as it walked below the branches overhead. The swamp came into view and it stopped an inch away from the frozen layer of murky water. It turned around. No one was following her. She had made certain of that when she froze the rocks outside the hole in the cave. Satisfied, she stepped onto the frozen layer of ice covering the surface of the swamp. She knew it would not break. She had made herself light enough to walk on it. She looked up at the dark sky and rested her gaze upon the moon shining above her. She lifted her arms as if to fly and began whispering in a language as old as time. She knew the words well. She had recited the incantations before and now she was whispering them again.
The air became cold and the leaves of the trees began to rustle. She heard a howl from somewhere far away. Why was she doing this? Why was she putting her friends in danger? She did not know. All she knew was that there was some higher power making her do it all and it wanted more. It wanted revenge and it wanted it now. At first she had tried to resist the calling, but she was too weak, and she could not fight it. She didn’t want to fight it. Her whispering became louder and the ice around her began to crack. She saw something deep inside the swamp start to break the ice from below. The air around her became heavy, as if someone was there with her, a sinister unseen presence. She did not stop and began to whisper her incantations faster. The sheet of ice gave way and a decayed hand broke the surface of the water.
“Colville – The Cold”, paranormal mystery by Farid-ul-Haq, is available in the Apple iBookstores, from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, Kobo ebooks, Sony, Google Play, and Coffeetime Romance. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com. For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Cover Above.
A trip to a swamp believed to be haunted is intriguing to Anya and her friends, but when they arrive at their campsite they sneak away from the group to check out the swamp before the others. What they find is disturbing, to say the least. The pale, yellow green water looks sickening and there are bodies in the swamp. After this discovery, along with moans in the night, the rumors of a haunted swamp and the zombies within it are a little more believable.
“The swamp, according to my knowledge, is haunted,” said Cassandra, adjusting her hood. “It is said that many years ago the people in the forest lived happily, but one day because of a heavy downpour, the lake, which is now the swamp, flooded, drowning the people. It is said that every fifty years the people of the swamp, the ones who drowned, come out as swamp monsters and hunt for living flesh. They capture people and drag them down into the swamp with them, not to wake up again for another fifty years.”
“Creepy,” said Susan, rolling a strand of her hair around her finger. Curious, she searched for some more newspapers or any article regarding the disappearances. Going through some links, she found a site telling about a downpour occurring in the area where the swamp was located. “September 1855,” read Susan. “A heavy rainfall occurred near the quiet town of Colville, flooding a lake and drowning most of the inhabitants living near the forest.” The idea of a haunted swamp was intriguing to her.
They went deeper into the forest. Anya looked at the huge trees and began to get an eerie feeling. The swamp was huge and it looked sinister. The pale, yellow green water looked sickening. Tying her hair into a knot, she inched closer. Reaching the swamp, she looked into it. The water seemed still. She strained harder and then screamed. The rest of the group came towards her.
“There are bodies in there,” she whispered, closing her eyes.
Looking at each other, both Tabitha and Cassandra bent down to take a look.
“She’s right,” said Tab, getting back up and trying to remain calm. “I just saw a face in there.”
“Colville – The Swamp”, paranormal mystery by Farid-ul-Haq, is available in the Apple iBookstores, from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, Kobo ebooks, Sony, Google Play, and Coffeetime Romance. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com. For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Cover Above.
When four friends explore a nearby cave, something very strange, a transformation of sorts, begins to occur in one of them. Soon afterward, he leaves town, but while he is away a creature of some type begins killing at random, feeding off of his victims like a werewolf. Determined to find the killer, the group of friends set out on a quest that leads them to an unlikely source and into a well designed trap for which they are not prepared.
It was a cold night and an old man was walking down the street that led to the town’s pub. “Who’s there?” the man asked. He had heard some sharp steps behind him. The old man spun around and saw a cloaked figure coming towards him. The man quickened his pace. When he looked back, the figure was catching up with him. The old man made a quick turn, went into an alley, and hid behind a dustbin. He wanted to confront the person but he couldn’t. The very air seemed to be inflicting fear into his body. The figure stopped in the parking lot a little ahead of the alley. The old man closed his eyes, wishing that whoever it was would leave him alone. The figure turned and floated towards the old man. The old man’s heart began to beat faster. He wanted to yell, to call out for help, but no sound came from his mouth. With determination, he got up and ran away, but the alley he was in was a dead end. He had nowhere else to run. There was no way he could climb the brick wall in front of him.
Another attack had taken place but this time in Colville.
The four of them had reached the butcher’s shop and they all went in.
“Good day, George,” said Susan as she smiled at the butcher.
“Same to you, miss,” the man smiled back.
Everything was going the same way it always did. Anya was looking outside from the shop’s windows as people passed by. Eric was examining the scales placed on one of the shelves. Carl should have been with Eric, telling him to get a new socially acceptable hobby, but this time around Carl was looking at a very large piece of meat placed on the counter. He slowly walked towards it. The smell was unbearable. It was attracting Carl and he watched as his own hands picked up the meat.
“Carl, what the…!” yelled Eric.
Carl looked at him and then at the piece of raw meat into which he was biting. He threw it away in disgust, his mouth full of blood.
“Come on,” said Eric, and he walked Carl out of the shop.
Susan paid the shocked butcher. “He hasn’t been feeling well,” she said as the butcher forced a smile. “Anyway, thank you for the meat, George.”
Anya looked at Susan and both of them walked out of the shop without saying a word to each other.
“Colville – The Secret”, paranormal mystery by Farid-ul-Haq, is available in the Apple iBookstores, from Barnes & Noble, Amazon, Bookstrand, All Romance ebooks, Kobo ebooks, Sony, Google Play, and Coffeetime Romance. Also available in print from Amazon. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com. For the iBookstore U.S. link, click on the Cover Above.
When Jerome sees his lover die in his dreams, he thinks it’s just his overactive imagination—until the symbols from his nightmare appear in real life.
Jerome has a decent life with a great job as a college professor, a girlfriend half his age, and a house that anyone would kill to own. All of that changes when he goes to sleep and sees Death personified as a grey-haired man with a top hat. Death warns him repeatedly that Bridget, his girlfriend, is going to die, and shows him a scene where she is standing on a street corner with an angry-faced man idling in a tan car. When Bridget’s father is attacked after Death warns Jerome about it in a dream, he begins to realize that his nightmares are not just subconscious messages. Death is really a man, a man who is after Bridget. In one of his hateful nightmares, Jerome approaches Death and attempts to get him to stop hunting Bridget. Little does he know that this is the start of a game between him and Death, a game he has to win if he wants Bridget to survive.
When Jerome came through the door that night, Bridget wore a bright red dress with an expensive necklace around her neck. She was so beautiful that even in his frightened state he stopped to stare. It was as if he had peered straight into a mythological world where goddesses were real, and he just happened to be lucky enough to capture one.
“Baby,” Bridget said, twirling for him, “what do you think?”
“I think that you may be the most gorgeous creature that I have ever seen,” Jerome said, eyes bright.
Flushing as red as her dress, Bridget click-clacked over to him in her flaming high heels and gave him a kiss that tasted like lipstick and something sweeter—strawberries with a hint of wine. She pressed her hand against his chest, running her fingers down where the buckle of his pants met his abdomen. His body quivered in excitement.
“Dr. Jerome William,” said Bridget, taking a step back and crossing her arms, “do not tell me that you forgot that tonight my dad is throwing a dinner party, and you so cordially agreed to go.”
Horror filled him. He hated Bridget’s father with wildfire passion. He didn’t remember telling Bridget that he would go, but he likely had. She could make him forget a lot when they were curled up together in bed.
“Bridget,” Jerome said, heading forward to grab her hand. It was freezing, which was so not Bridget-like. The Bridget that he loved was always warm. “Bridget, get away from him. This is death, don’t you understand? You’ve got to escape from him and get away—as far away as possible.”
“You can’t help her, Jerome,” Death said, suddenly releasing her hand and stepping away from her. “You can’t save her. Look around you.”
“Racing Death,” paranormal romance by Stephanie Campbell, is available in the Apple iBookstores, Barnes & Noble, the Amazon stores, Sony Reader Store, Bookstrand, Coffeetime Romance, and All Romance ebooks. Our website is http://www.beautobeau.com.
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http://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/racing-death/id549140225?mt=11 – Great Britain