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Bad Boys of the Night: Eight Sizzling Paranormal Romances Boxed Set is now available worldwide for a special introductory price of only $0.99!

This ebook boxed set features sizzling paranormal romances by eight New York Times and USA Today best-selling romance authors. Fulfil your darkest fantasies with alpha-male bad boys of the night in these stories about vampires, shifters, fallen angels, werewolves, demons, psychic warriors and ghosts.

Here’s more about this fantastic eight book boxed set, including an excerpt from one of the stories.

Bad Boys of the Night: Eight Sizzling Paranormal Romances is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Find the links to your preferred retailer at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/bad-boys-of-the-night/

Bad Boys of the Night: Eight Sizzling Paranormal Romances

By Jennifer Ashley, Erin Kellison, Laurie London, Colleen Gleason, Felicity Heaton, Bonnie Vanak, Caris Roane and Erin Quinn

Featuring…

Bad Wolf (Shifters Unbound) by Jennifer Ashley

Wolf Shifter Broderick is stuck looking after his three younger brothers and a Collar-less Shifter who is driving him crazy, but he’s putting up with them for Joanne, the human woman he wants to take as mate. When Broderick is captured, mistaken for a Guardian, it’s Joanne who figures out that hackers are after the Guardian Network, the database that holds the deep secrets of Shifters past and present.

Shadow Fall (Shadow series) by Erin Kellison

A man with all Custo’s sins isn't cut out to be an angel. One moment he's fleeing Heaven; the next, he's waking up stark naked, called by a woman who's afraid of the dark. Shadow gathers around Annabella as she performs, a magic that allows her to move between worlds. Her abilities attract a primeval wolf, and it stalks her relentlessly. Custo stops at nothing to keep her safe, and though danger proves seductive, they fight for redemption and love.

Warrior’s Heart (Iron Portal) by Laurie London

Librarian by day, Zara Kane is a thief by night, stealing artifacts that belong to her homeland. When she learns a man she once loved has been wrongly imprisoned, she uses her para-abilities to orchestrate a daring escape. Vince Crawford isn’t afraid of anything, but when the woman he’s never stopped loving and the son he never knew he had are threatened by a ruthless enemy, he will stop at nothing to keep them safe… even if it costs him his life.

The Vampire Voss by Colleen Gleason

In 19th Century London, vampires live alongside the uppercrust members of Society...

Even after centuries of lust, hedonism, and women, Voss, rarely finds himself bored. He is a rogue of the first order who loves nothing more than a warm woman, excellent vintage, and even a puzzling challenge to keep his mind active. But when one of his seemingly harmless manipulations sets him on the path to seduce the beautiful Miss Angelica Woodmore, things become a little less simple…a lot more passionate…and definitely more complicated.

Hunger (Vampires Realm Series) by Felicity Heaton

A vampire assassin hardened by centuries of service, Tor is a man of discipline and loyalty, never straying from his mission, and has purged all his weaknesses, including his emotions. But the moment he meets the broken, fiery female he is to escort to Oslo, something dangerous awakens in him, something possessive and powerful, and when he is pulled into a deadly game of cat and mouse with the man who betrayed her, Tor discovers he will do anything to protect the woman slowly claiming his heart and give her the vengeance she desires—even break all the rules.

The Mating Challenge (Werewolves of Montana) by Bonnie Vanak

Alpha werewolf and ranch owner Aiden Mitchell desires the curvy, vivacious Nikita Blakemore, alpha female of the Blakemore pack. He will have her as his mate and no other. To force her hand, Aiden maneuvers her into hosting a Mating Challenge, the ultimate warrior competition for werewolves, where males fight for the right to mate and breed with a female alpha. Fiercely protective of his future mate, Aiden will do anything to make her his own, even fight to the death...

Dark Flame (Flame Series) by Caris Roane

Committed to the rule of law, vampire Border Patrol Officer Robert Brannick falls hard for a beautiful fae woman who illegally seduces him in his dreams…

Diablo Springs, by Erin Quinn

When she escaped Diablo Springs years ago, Gracie Beck swore she’d never return. But all that changes on the night of her grandmother’s death when Diablo Springs lures Gracie’s teenage daughter to its treacherous border. Gracie races to the rescue—only to find herself trapped in the undercurrent of a hundred year old curse and the menacing spirits that still terrorize the town.  She isn’t prepared to deal with Reilly Alexander—a man from her past who she’s never forgotten—at the same time.  Reilly is determined to help Gracie and prove his to love to her, but they’ve come to a dangerous place where every lurking shadow should be feared...

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EXCERPT FROM DIABLO SPRINGS BY ERIN QUINN

Reilly rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at her face. An awkward pause filled in the shadowed spaces between them. He figured the best thing he could do was leave it at that. He caught his lower lip between his teeth and glanced up at her from beneath his lashes, unable to make his feet move away. There was so much he wanted—needed—to say, but there were no words that could make up for the disillusionment and pain that stood between them.

He followed her all the way to a door at the end of the hall where she stopped. The horse-dog waited at her feet, watching him with a steady, menacing look.

“Gracie.” He reached out as he said her name, but the dog advanced with lightning speed and a low growl. Reilly took a hasty step back.

“Juliet,” Gracie reprimanded in a harsh whisper. “No. Friend. Friend.”

She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Reilly’s middle in a meaningless hug meant to convince the dog that the hostility it felt was false. The warmth of her body came through the light embrace and on their own, his arms went around her, pulling her closer. Her hair smelled of coconut, her skin of something sweet and seductive, the scent of Gracie. He’d chased that scent since the last time he’d held her.

The tension in her body seemed to travel like a current to his. He turned his face into the crook of her shoulder and held her tight for just a moment more, just as long as she would let him.

When she pulled back, a mixture of hurt, anger, and mystified hunger lurked in her pretty eyes. She stepped away and opened the door before he could see more. A blast of icy air rushed out at them. Not just cool, but subzero. It snapped him out of his daze.

“Jesus,” he said. “You’ll be frozen before the sun comes up. Maybe she had the air set so high downstairs because all the cold stops here.”

“Maybe,” she agreed, crossing into the room that must have been her grandmother’s like a stranger who’d taken a wrong turn. Slowly, she turned in place, her gaze brushing over the surface of a heavy wood dresser that looked older than the Diablo itself. An antique grooming set was laid out on dainty doily. Pretty little boxes lined the edge by the mirror, oddly shaped and metal. Gracie met her own eyes in her reflection and the desolation he saw would’ve broken his heart if he still had one. Her relationship with her grandmother had always been troubled.

The horse-dog grr’d as Reilly crossed the threshold, but didn’t try to eat him so he started looking along the floorboards for the vents—no easy feat when Gracie’s grandmother had the room packed with heavy furniture.

“This bedroom set belonged to her great-grandmother, I think.”

“It’s probably yours now,” he said softly.

Gracie swayed and reached for the bedpost. Slowly she sank to the edge of the bed, watching him as he continued his search for air vents. He could almost see his breath now.

“She never even met Analise,” Gracie said. “I sent her an announcement when she was born. I sent her Christmas cards, every year with pictures. She never responded.”

Crouched down by the roll top desk, Reilly paused and looked back. “Why?”

“Not a clue.”

They stared at one another from across the room, and he was pretty sure they were both thinking of the mysterious twists and turns of life. From her expression, she didn’t like thinking about it anymore than he did.

He couldn’t see behind the desk, so he stood and pulled it out from the wall.

“I saw her tonight,” Gracie said.

The tone of voice, the reluctance of her words made Reilly pause. He had no doubt who she meant. “At the springs?” he asked, thinking Gracie must have stopped there before coming to the house. Yet he remembered how she’d burst through the door, frantic to see her daughter. Their daughter.

“In my kitchen.” A quiet laugh. “The dogs were all freaked out, barking, and the telephone rang—Eddie, calling to tell me what had happened. Before I answered, Grandma Beck was just there, sitting in the kitchen, holding an old ledger.”

He turned and leaned against the desk. “Same thing happened with Matt. In my car,” he said. “I looked over and Matt was riding shotgun.”

He was breathing heavy, but the air felt thin, icy. Like they were atop a frozen mountain.

“How long was he there?” she asked.

“A couple seconds.”

Her gaze traveled up to his shorn head and lingered. Like she knew that he’d gone home after that and stared into the mirror until his reflection blurred, wondering if he’d finally cracked. He’d started with scissors, whacking off his brown hair like it was somehow to blame. When that hadn’t solved anything, he’d gone for the razor.

Feeling way too exposed, he turned and looked at the floor again.

“I don’t see the vent,” he said, his voice pitched low. Husky.

Despite the instinct urging him to walk away, he glanced up and met her eyes. Gracie lifted a shoulder, her gaze never leaving his.

“I can figure it out tomorrow.”

I not we. Because Gracie had been figuring things out on her own for a long time.

He came to stand in front of her. She had to tilt her head back to see his face. The position was intimate in itself—Gracie sitting on the bed, him standing before her. The urge to cup her face, to hold it while he bent and kissed her . . . it was almost too much to resist.

“Why are you here, Reilly?” she asked. Now her voice was husky, too.

He hesitated, wanting to give her the answer she desired. He might have, too, if he’d been sure what that was.

“It was time,” he said finally.

She frowned and he knew she was looking for the hidden meaning. Even he wasn’t sure about that.

He couldn’t help himself. He brushed the pad of his thumb over the puckered skin between her brows and then, because he couldn’t help that, either, he smoothed a lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers softly skimming the silk of her cheek. Her eyes widened and for a moment, he was lost in the swirling grays and blues, knowing that if she looked hard enough, deep enough she’d see right to raw and wounded center of him. This was an impossible situation and if he didn’t do something quick, he’d be in too deep to ever get out.

She shook her head and pulled back. Disappointment and relief waged a war inside of him. Reluctantly, he dropped his hand.

“You should leave,” she said.

Reilly agreed one-hundred-and-one percent. Leave. Go. Get as far away as fast as he could.

“You sure?”

“You had your chance to be a stand-up guy with me, Reilly. You didn’t take it. I’ve moved on. I’ve built a good life for me and my daughter. We don’t need you.”

“Your daughter dragged you all the way back here, looking for her daddy, Gracie. You haven’t moved on quite far enough.”

She stared at him, wounded. If she’d been cruel, he’d been pitiless. But he was right. The past was over, but tonight their daughter had decided to bring history into the present, whether they liked it or not.

He’d had every reason to walk away all those years ago. Reasons that had ripped out his heart and made him the man he was now. He’d betrayed his brother—the one person who’d always been there for him—so he could come back to her, only to find she hadn’t waited.

He shouldn’t be asking for a chance to make things right. Gracie should.

He laughed, low and without humor. She scowled at him.

“Good night, Gracie.”

Grab the boxed set for just $0.99 to read this story and seven others…

Bad Boys of the Night: Eight Sizzling Paranormal Romances is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Find the links to your preferred retailer at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/bad-boys-of-the-night/