M. Garnet

Beth learned one thing first before she began running—never help a shifter. Remember that old saying...no good deed goes unpunished.
 
Well she had not actually meant to help him. He had been injured and taken advantage of her so she helped him the first time and because of this, she lost her job and career. Great, she hoped she never saw this strange man again. Beth ran, except she was left with a strange memory of his eyes changing to those of a cat.
But he found her again because he needed help once more. Beth did what was necessary to get rid of him and helped him get his funds, except she was left with a strange bite mark and the memory of a huge black cat in the night above her in her bed. This time she was running with a serious thought, not to have him find her ever again. There was something more than just strange about this man, he was a threat to her in ways she did not want to admit.
Beth ran from the black ghost through Indian Reservations, from archeological digs in the northwest, down to the lost areas of poorer Mexico, through jungles and back into the giant towering buildings of bustling cities.
Yet, where ever she went was a black ghost that haunted her dreams and sent a sexual pull that she could not turn off.

Do I really want a Christmas present? Wouldn’t it be more fun to have a personal present from a Pagan King who celebrates in his ancient religion on the same Eve? How about Celebrate A Holiday Eve?
Alli had gone to a party one night, had great sex with a rich man who practiced a pagan religion—then was tossed aside. She knows there’s more to her life than that one night on Halloween, so when she receives a priceless antique from a nameless source right before Christmas, it has to be from him. She’ll show him—she’ll travel to his home in Ireland, throw the gift back in his face and refuse any offer he makes. She’ll show him. Unless…unless he reaches for her, unless he holds her, unless he kisses her.

If you come from Michigan with nothing but snow and ice at Christmas time, what do you expect in the heat of Florida in December, hot decorations and hot love?
Gigi had given up on being happy when everything and everyone she cared for had been jerked out of her life, leaving her shattered. Three years later, she was transferred from Michigan to Florida. She ignored the handsome manager she had to work with. She ignored her co-workers who laughed through Thanksgiving while they looked forward to Christmas. Gigi grunted in disgust because they even decorated their silly palm trees since there weren’t many pine trees in front of the home in Sarasota. But fate always seemed to have a plan.

Dreams are successions of images, ideas, emotions and sensations, but what if Someone could harvest these and use them?
 
She found out at an early age that she often could decide what she dreamed about when she settled down to sleep. She also was aware that she spread a calm feeling to the patients in the children’s wing of the hospital wing where she worked.
He served worlds Earth had never heard of, being able to read the emotions and dreams of very evil beings, but the toll on his mind was heavy. Her soft emotions and dreams gave him a release, but could she survive his control and could they help his own world?

Could I fall in love with a man because of his eyes? How long does love last with a killer? Do actions kill love?
Love is strange no matter how young or old you might be. Scientist dedicate years studying to see what draws together two humans that love one another. I was drawn into love by a pair of dark dangerous eyes.
It led me from my normal life with everyday work hours and normal friends into a wild chase across the county that was laced with both the scariest danger and the most outstanding love and sex that I had never dreamed was possible.
What I never expected was how it would all end up, after everyone wanted me and I was not sure I wanted anything, but my old life back.
 

Bored with her job and in love with studying history, especially anything about the Vikings, what happens when she falls from modern times to open her eyes to a gorgeous actual Viking?
Kathryn is bored with Denmark. Her Aunt is old and talks about everything but what Kathryn wants to hear. Kathryn is tired and she wanted some fun, but they were far from Copenhagen with its Spas and nightlife.
Instead, they are at the edge of the sea, where Vikings used to live and launched their ships to rape and pillage. Now that would be more interesting than this going through another museum with Aunt Halla.
What happens when Kathryn wakes up surrounded by Vikings?
 
WARNING: forced seduction

Vampires are supposed to like human blood so why would they want the blood of certain women over any others?

One street smart, foul mouth little girl has ducked those that were after her blood until she found one she didn’t want to run from.     

For Mikka life had been one hard lesson after another. She had been on the streets since she was ten, avoiding the authorities and Family Services when one man within the system liked little girls too much. She had learned one lesson over and over, don’t trust anyone. How could she trust the young man who claimed he could save her, especially when she found out he was a vampire.

I don’t have a sister, I was an orphan.  I don’t believe in Vampires, they are myths that make interesting movies. 
Say this three times and three women find out that what they had believed in all their lives was wrong, they had sisters and there were Vampires.

Blood Sisters.
I don’t have a sister, I was an orphan.  I don’t believe in Vampires, they are myths that make interesting movies. 
Say this three times and three women find out that what they had believed in all their lives was wrong, they had sisters and there were Vampires.
 

I don’t have a sister—I was an orphan. I don’t believe in Vampires. They are myths that make interesting movies.
 
Say this three times, and three women find out that what they have believed in all their lives is wrong. They do have sisters, and there are Vampires.
Among the Vampires are those who just want their blood, because it is better than normal mortal blood. But there is also a special connection for each sister with three male Vampires who want more than just blood.

Is it more fun to play with shadows or let shadows play with you, especially the shadow man?
To bartender Samantha Set, he was just another customer in the out-of-the-way rundown bar located in nowhere-ville in the farm country in southern Ohio. Yet he stood out among the rough tired farmers and truckers who frequented the Four Corners. He came in quietly and took the same dark shadow hidden table to sit back and watch.

The stories of Scheherazade and the tales of 1001 nights saved a girl hundreds of years ago on Earth. Would the same idea save her so far out in space no one had ever heard of Earth?

Here there was the threat of the Spacebinder who with his diamond eyes could destroy anything, but a woman with blue eyes and interesting stories might live a lot longer than anyone else around him.
For Zada life got strange as she found that there was life beyond Earth. But what kind of life was it? It was dangerous since she had blue eyes, not unusual on Earth, but rare elsewhere in the Universe. Still, there was a set of eyes that were more unusual than her blue ones. Those eyes belonged to the Spacebinder. His eyes were a weapon that others wanted to use, but those same eyes also wanted her.
Could Zada find a way to survive being close to such a male that was so dangerous? Lying next to him each night, seeing the strange eyes, she thought of another woman whose life was in danger each night. Scheherazade. Zada began to tell him one of Scheherazade’s stories, putting off the ending until the next night.
Her hopes were to keep him interested and keep herself alive. Of course she forgot that Scheherazade and the Pasha made love each night before the story continued.

I don’t want to carve a pumpkin. I don’t want bags of candy. I want a party that I would not trade for anything, that would give me memories that nothing could take away.
 
How could a quiet, reticent woman, raised by the nuns, but who resisted their teachings of the Devil and God, end up as the centerpiece of a Pagan celebration? Why, when the horned man with the beautiful Celtic tattoos covering half of his naked body, drew her in a way that no other man had ever touched her--not only her body, but her mind as he invaded her dreams before Oct. 31.
So she was caught up, against her will, in a strange Halloween custom of trading parties with fellow workers until she ended up on that final night, at that special party.

Sometimes there is a question as to who owns whom.
A special entity upsets most of the entities that are in charge of the worlds in the Federation who are a bit greedy and play the politics game too heavily. That entity is in the form of two men, twins who are born on a very rich world and joined to form one mind that can take over whatever they want. However, what makes the final connection for the Twinned Dessnue—perhaps a small female cop from a small blue planet far away?
Sure it is scary and exciting to find out as an Earth girl that she is a slave to a pair of special twins born out in the Universe. Twins that can change everything with their powers. But hello, it turns out they need her in order to achieve their full powers. Love is strange when it is times two. And the question is still who owns whom?
For Lorelei, life is interesting as a police officer in a small town until the call comes in that a flying saucer is landing at the local water bottling plant. She’s sure someone was drinking too much, and it probably wasn’t water—until she and her partner get to the location.
She learns so much—space travel, legitimate assassins, and two men who can talk to each other telepathically. Only there is more. There is love, lust and something that draws her to the two identical men called the Twinned Dessnue, Two men who everyone else is frightened of except her.
What she wants is close contact—real close, as she wears the bracelet that proves she belongs to them.

Curse or blessing—cold—it is hard to tell, but the sex is hot.
 

For over four hundred years he fought a curse placed on him that left him not as human but as cold. He haunted the snow banks of mountain passes and floated with the bergs on the seas. He made only a few friends as a voice without a body. Usually he made people uncomfortable. He missed his three older brothers, who had also had curses placed on them. He missed the Highlands of Scotland. But he did learn and watch, and then a strange miracle happened.
A North American native changed him back, breaking the curse. In return, he stayed with them, worked on the ice fields and lived within the cold land. Now a true Ice Princess is drawn to him. Can he find happiness?

Heat and war: A hot female with her night vision glasses an automatic J2000 strapped to her chest plus her pal, a four hundred year old warrior.

Sex and war. Can they go together? Well, maybe, if you take a well-trained Special Ops who happens to be female and beautiful, trained to kill with almost any weapon on the board but who loves her J2000 best of all. Add the heat of…well…the heat of a curse placed on a four hundred year old warrior who can make parts of his body show up at weird times, along with flames, and you get fights of every kind. All of them hot, hot, hot.

Any curse has to have a good side along with the bad, or it will come back to bite the one who placed it.
 
The mists that swirl within the highlands of Scotland give a different feeling to each person who sees them. Some find them relaxing and calming, as well as a tie to the past because the mists have been in these valleys longer than man can remember. To some, they were frightening, a reminder of ghosts and demons and those things that go bump in the night. To Breadon, they were what he was now made of; the curse of a witch had transferred him into Moisture until he performed a selfless deed. But since he could only speak, or form a hand, most of the time, he just scared people and floated with the wind and rain, waiting for his chance, waiting centuries for Bethlyn.
 

If you had to do something really good for someone else to remove a curse, but no one could see you, where would you start?
 
Think how much fun it would be if you were a puff of smoke. If you were a naughty ten year old, you would look at your sister’s diary. If you were a teenage boy, you could drift into the girls’ locker room. If you were a man, wait, if you were a man who had been born centuries ago, and you and your brothers had done a thoughtless deed to a sweet young girl and had a curse put on you, well, drifting around as smoke could become something else.
It did not help if the witch who put the curse on you let you form a small part of your body now and then. You could talk, but that often scared people away, a voice from nowhere. You could produce a hand, maybe one foot, and, yep, that impressed people.
Then, after all the centuries of drifting with forest fires, and campfires, and wherever the wind sent you, there was a woman who closed her eyes and only smelled cinnamon and sandalwood. But you needed to do more than just pleasure her with a hand.