Guest Post by Sarah Marsh: Catching His Cat


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Warning! This is very sexy and not appropriate for young readers!


Welcome back, Sarah!


Catching His Cat

by Sarah Marsh


Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer


Sybella Gandry knows what it’s like to fight for something she wants. Her entire life has been a battle. But will one night of passion with a stranger threaten everything she’s worked so hard for?

She hoped her first meeting with the Alpha Council wouldn’t turn into a problem—but if it did, she was prepared to deal with it. The one thing she wasn’t anticipating was a wild night of passion with the male who was her fated mate the night before. She’d learned early on, that having a mate and her position within the pard just wasn’t possible.

Laird Connors is an Alpha’s Alpha and he’s very used to getting his way. So, true to his nature, when he meets his mate he wastes no time in showing her exactly who she belongs to—or so he thought. His little cat tries to run, but nothing will stop him from claiming what’s his.


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“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled before rubbing the pad of one finger in circles around her aching clit.

Her hand was still stroking up and down his cock, and when his fingers dipped lower, finding her entrance, Bella groaned, biting down on his shoulder. Fuck, she needed his cock inside of her.

“Pants off,” she panted and released him.

In seconds, he had her jeans and panties stripped and his own thrown across the room as he knelt in front of her. The intensity in his eyes was enthralling as he growled again and then lunged at her. She wasn’t frightened, though. On the contrary, she knew she was about to get fucked and fucked good.

His arms scooped her up, and then they were both bouncing on the large king sized bed. Immediately he moved down her body, his hands pushing her legs wide open and up as he settled himself in between them. She didn’t even have a second to anticipate what he was about to do before his mouth descended upon her pussy, licking and nibbling over every single inch. Two thick fingers plunged into her core, thrusting in and out as he sucked her throbbing clit in between his lips. It was a full-on assault of sensations, and before she even knew it, her entire body was coiled in preparation to come, her hands tightening their grip in his hair as she pressed her hips harder into his mouth, and when he bit down on her clit she screamed as the orgasm echoed through her core. The waves of pleasure ebbed over and over again until his mouth finally released her.

“Holy fuck,” she whispered as her eyes closed and she struggled to catch her breath.

“Nah, we’re just getting to that part,” was his cheeky answer as she felt him kiss his way back up her torso until his weight settled in between her thighs.

Bella could feel the throbbing heat of his cock pressed against her pussy. She was so wet now that it easily slid through the swollen lower lips, causing small tremors to pulse through her womb in aftershocks. His arms were on each side of her waist, holding him above her, and she rested her hands at the top of his ass.

“Look at me, little cat.” His voice was still rough with his desire. “I want to see your golden eyes as I take you.”

She slowly opened her eyes, and her lips broke into a lazy smile, her hand coming up to rest against his cheek. She loved the thick stubble she felt there—it had felt even more amazing against the inside of her thighs. His deep green eyes seared her with their gaze, and it felt like he was looking right into her soul as he pulled his hips back and found her entrance. She sighed as he slid his thickness into her slowly as if he was savoring the feel of her around him. It seemed an oddly sentimental moment for such a sexually aggressive male, and not normally one she would appreciate from a bed partner—but something was different with this one.

Once he had pushed himself all the way inside of her, a low rumble had once again begun to come from deep inside his chest as he lifted her legs to slide his arms underneath them. Her breath caught as he pulled her closer, his balls nudging up against her ass, and then he began to move. He pulled all the way out of her snug heat, and then slammed back in, his gaze never leaving hers. Bella’s hands held onto his forearms, grasping at the only part of him she could reach as he began to thrust in and out of her, over and over again. She could feel her fangs dropping as her cougar snarled inside, encouraging the male to move faster, to fuck them harder. His own teeth were now visible as well, and sweat rolled down his face and chest as he worked her. His wide, thick cock didn’t miss a single nerve inside of her, and her body lit up with pleasure. Every stroke seemed to take her higher and the harder he took her, the more she needed.

“Harder, more…” she groaned out, her claws unsheathing from her fingertips to grab into the flesh of his arms.

Suddenly he growled and released her, slipping out of her sheath abruptly, but before she could complain, he had flipped her over onto her hands and knees. He pushed her legs apart and slid back inside, his hands now over her shoulders, using the leverage to pull her back onto his cock at a furious pace. Well, she’d asked for harder, and boy, did she get it.

The intensity of his fucking made her inner animal go crazy, wanting to claw at him, to mark this partner in her fury of lust. Over and over again, his shaft thrust inside of her, and she would have done anything to feel the release of his seed into her waiting center. When one of his talented hands finally moved back down, around her hip and pinched her swollen clit, her pussy spasmed around him, trying with everything it had to take him with her.

With a furious roar, he followed her into bliss, the hot jets of his seed coating her insides. At the same time, she felt his teeth bite deep into her shoulder, and her cat roared as well inside her head, telling her to sink her own teeth into this male—to bite him and mark him as theirs for the entire world to see.

Wait … what the hell did my inner cat just say? Mark him?


“Mine…” he moaned, his cock pushing deep inside of her once more. “You’re mine now, little cat. My mate.”

Double fuck!


About the Author:

Sarah Marsh was born in British Columbia where she still lives, she has only recently began her writing career finding it the perfect outlet for taking the edge off a nine to five office job. She’s been a science fiction and romance junkie for years and when her imagination started to take the characters she’d read about even further in their adventures she decided to try writing something of her own.

Sarah’s also a former pastry chef and spends a lot of time cooking and baking for friends and family as well as painting and knitting. Her biggest weaknesses are animals of any kind…she even loves the ones that wake you up at four in the morning because they can almost see the bottom of their food dish.

When it comes to life in general she’s a big believer that laughter is the best medicine and that there’s no such thing as too much love, which is why she’s such a sucker for a happy ending.



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Catching Faete: Beyond the Veil Book 4


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A guest posting by Sarah Marsh, co-writer with Elena Kincaid and Maia Dylan for the Catching Faete series! Welcome, Sarah!


Catching Faete

Beyond The Veil, Book 4

Published by Evernight Publishing

Cover Art by Jay Aheer

MFM ménage paranormal romance


They say that when one door closes another shall open, but when Erica made her choice to stop a madman, she couldn’t have imagined the price that she would have to pay. The future she’d risked everything for had just changed forever.

The existence of the Dark Fae and their Goddess comes as a shock, but the fates had one more surprise in store for Erica and her mates in the form of orphaned twin babies who steal their hearts, but these children are not like the Fae Erica is familiar with. They come with powers that she and her husbands know nothing about. Dark Fae council will watch over them to decide if they are capable of raising the twins, making Ben, Erica and Leo feel the pressure of having their every move scrutinized.

When the twin’s dark powers begin to emerge, will one Fae Queen and two warrior shifters have what it takes to navigate the uncertain waters of parenting? …and will the Dark Fae council decide to let them try?

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Erica stopped in the doorway and turned to look back at her sleeping babies. The Goddesses truly did work in mysterious ways, she thought. She might not have had the pleasure of birthing the twins, but they were hers. She knew it with everything in her. They were hers!

“Come on, love,” Ben whispered in her ear as he urged her to lean back against him. “Leave them to dream of all the mischief and grief they will cause us over the next few decades. Now that they’re asleep, let’s make the most of this time we have alone.”

Heat swirled within her, and she nodded. They had been Mommy, Poppa, and Daddy all day. Now it was time for Mommy to get her some.


Leo had gone on ahead to the bedroom and lit all the candles they had, creating a golden glow that made Erica look radiant when she entered moments later with Ben. The smile on her face when she looked his way still made his heart skip a beat, just as it had the very first moment he’d seen her. He would swear that if he didn’t have a shifter’s strength, the sheer joy he’d felt since bringing the babies home and seeing Erica blossom as a mother would have made his heart explode.

He couldn’t have anticipated how two small little beings could instantly repair the gaping hole that had been ripped into their souls when the Goddess Allyria had told them the price they would pay for Alefric’s demise. But here they were, starting a new journey together, albeit, this one filled with much less danger, and much more need for an endless supply of wet wipes, but certainly just as important as anything Leo had ever done in his life previous. They would love and protect these children, and they would raise them to be the kind of people who made both sides of the Veil a better place.

“You look so resolved right now, Leo. What are you thinking about?” Erica stopped in front of him to gently caress his cheek with her hand.

“Just about how lucky we are … and how lucky you’re about to get.” He leaned in to kiss her as he landed a quick smack to her jean covered ass that made her yelp and laugh into his mouth.

“Now we’re talking,” Ben said. He quickly shucked off his own jeans and stepped up behind Erica to unbutton her top, revealing her soft, perfect breasts. He gently pulled back her wrists, using her top as a makeshift rope to bind them behind her. “How do you want it tonight, baby?”

Leo could tell from the quick increase in her breathing that she was in the mood for something a little edgier than “sweet” tonight.

“Mmm, I think I know exactly what our naughty little mate is looking for, don’t I, baby?” He cocked one eyebrow at her, and her eyes grew hooded as she bit down on her lower lip, indicating that she knew exactly the type of evening he had in mind. “Ben, get on the bed, sitting with your back against the headboard. You, my love, strip off those clothes for me, now.”


About Maia Dylan:

Maia Dylan lives, loves and works in beautiful New Zealand. She married her best friend and they have two adorable, but stubborn children who obviously take after their father.

Maia’s career has featured a lot of travel, and she has filled her time at airports and in the air with books, books and more books. Her love of erotic paranormal romance has seen her amass a huge library. She has been an avid reader and lover of ménage romances since she read her first book in this genre about three years ago.

Outside of writing, Maia loves to eat, so she loves to cook! Her herb garden is legendary, but she still has issues getting tomatoes to grow. She’s been a performer for years, and has even sung on international stages, she would love to own a classic Ford Mustang one day and of course have the opportunity to race it on a race track without fear of a speeding ticket.

Although ultimately her dream is to be able to write full time on a sandy beach with a Mai Tai at hand, she is quite happy to fit her writing in when she can. As long as someone reads her books, gets a laugh and maybe come to love her characters and much as she does, then she feels that she is living her dreams no matter what!


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Sarah Marsh was born in British Columbia where she still lives. She has only recently began her writing career, finding it the perfect outlet for taking the edge off a nine to five office job. She’s been a science fiction and romance junkie for years and when her imagination started to take the characters she’d read about even further in their adventures, she decided to try writing something of her own.

Sarah’s also a former pastry chef and spends a lot of time cooking and baking for friends and family as well as painting and knitting. Her biggest weaknesses are animals of any kind … she even loves the ones that wake you up at four in the morning because they can almost see the bottom of their food dish.

When it comes to life in general, she’s a big believer that laughter is the best medicine and that there’s no such thing as too much love, which is why she’s such a sucker for a happy ending.

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About Elena Kincaid:

Elena Kincaid is an award winning author. She writes Erotic Paranormal and Contemporary MFM and MF Romances. She developed a passion for reading and writing at an early age and loves to write what she loves to read and that is usually romance with a paranormal twist. Her desk is constantly cluttered with journals, sticky notes, and torn out pieces of paper full of ideas.

She was born in Ukraine and raised in New York, where she currently lives with her daughter. She graduated college with a BFA in creative writing and In addition to writing, she also started a graphic design business a few years after graduating. When not working, Elena loves to spend time with her family, travel the globe, curl up with a good book, and catch up on her soaps.

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The Cafe


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This is a rough draft for CleverFiction Short Story Contest.  I completely ran out of time.

Ros was late. Will glanced at his fitness band to check the time then glanced around for an empty table. Obliviously cafe customers with computers hogged several, empty cups and plates crowded next to their elbows. The line inched slightly forward, and he almost groaned. Where was Ros, and what the hell was she doing?

A woman with a heart-shaped face, enormous blue eyes, and a Cupid’s bow mouth smiled at him as she made an espresso.

I still have it.

Can still flirt with foxy girls.

“Love your silver hair. Looks just like my grandpa’s.”

His face fell, and he glanced away. That’s when he spotted the woman sitting at the back of the cafe. At age seventy plus he racked his brain for a clue. A pleasant looking face. Silver hair, freckled, slightly lined face. Maybe she’d worked in Houston with him decades ago. Two younger men sat with her, one blond, one auburn haired with a bushy beard. They were laughing when she turned slightly and glimpsed Will. Her eyes widened, and she came close to smiling before turned turning back.

It couldn’t be. He felt as if someone had hit him over the head with a frying pan.

“Sir, you’re next.” The tiny woman behind him sounded annoyed. The line had disappeared, and he was standing too far away from the register. He placed his order, handed over cash, and watched as the barrister made change. Still no Ros

A table opened up, and he pounced. A server scurried forward with a small tub and gathered up dirty dishes. She gave the table a quick wipe, missing most of the sticky spots and crumbs. He’d just put their things on the table when a tall, large-boned woman appeared and grabbed a chair. She piled her purse and a couple of cloth shopping bags on another chair and leaned forward to kiss Will.

Her face was a mass of wrinkles from a life outdoors and had a leathery looking texture. Even at sixty-five she still had auburn hair, although the sun had faded the color. She smiled, showing as much gum as tooth. Ros.

She leaned over and pulled her cup closer. “Thanks for ordering. It took longer than I thought and I’m starving.” From one of the sacks, she produced some brochures and fanned them out on the table. “What do you think?” She tasted her coffee and grabbed a little cream pitcher.

“I think it looks great, but we can’t afford it.” He touched one glossy pamphlet covered in pictures of sailboats. “We talked about this, didn’t we? No more expensive vacations, no more sailing. All of our friends just want to spend time with their grandchildren.”
Ros’ face clouded. The children and grandchildren bit still hurt, but he had to say it. They’d been together for thirty years, childless. He hadn’t wanted them, and she didn’t push it even though she was made to be a mother. Volunteering and helping out with friend’s kids helped, but the yearning in her eyes never left. Sometimes it leaked out when she held a newborn, kissing and coveting it like a priceless treasure.

Someone had told him many years ago she should just “slip up” and get pregnant. He found she’d repeatedly tried when he found her sobbing over a negative pregnancy test.

That month she’d gone into the edge of menopause. She got depressed and went into therapy and antidepressants. Had brought up adoption, but he’d refused. Repeated what he’d told her from the first. No children, ever.

Over the chattering, he glanced over at the other woman, and memories shoved in. Natalie. His breath caught like a punch in the gut and Ros blinked at him.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine.” He managed.

Natalie. The long red hair was gone, her slender fine-boned figure fled, but it was her. The red-haired man next to her was obviously her son; the other he wasn’t so sure. There was a resemblance.

Ros started sorting out things from her tiny messenger bag, still talking, her words were almost a hum in his ears.

“Oh my gosh, is that Natalie? Where’d she come from? Who are those men with her?” She started to rise but Will gently caught her wrist.

“No. Just stay here. We’ll interrupt them.”

“But we haven’t seen her in years…”

“We’ll say hello when they get up to leave.”

Will’s ice blue eyes bored into her. She sat and scooped her belongings away as the food came. They ate in silence; Will took huge bites while Ros ate slowly and efficiently. He pushed his plate away before she’d eaten half her food, then glanced at his fitness band again.

“We’d better hurry if we’re making the matinee’.” His generous mouth curved down as he took a last sip of water.

“I’m hurrying, but I don’t want to choke, Will. Eating so fast is bad for digestion.”

He turned his snow-white topped head towards her, tipped down his prominent chin, and a pained expression flit across his ruddy, wind burned face.

“Okay.” He pushed his dishes away little too forcefully, and a hand shot out to catch as it went off the table.

“Will, Ros, wow, great to see you after all these years.”

Will let out an almost imperceptible sigh then smiled slowly.

“Natalie, good to see you.” He stood and exchanged kisses on her cheek. A familiar perfume. Her skin felt soft.

“How have you been? Are these your boys?”

The lines at her eyes deepened, and she smiled. “Aug and Phil. Mark and I are showing them around our old haunts. How have you two been?”

Ros stood and put out her hands.

“Oh, I’ve got a cold, Ros. Better not hug.” There was an alarmed expression on Natalie’s face as she folded her arms.

Ros stepped back looking pained and Will shot her a sympathetic look.

“Well, happy to see you have a great day.” Natalie smiled and patted one of her sons.

“Let’s go, boys.” Outside the three talked and Natalie animatedly gestured with her hands before laughing.

Will’s gaze followed.

“She still hasn’t forgiven me.” It was more of a statement than a question. Ros’ eyes widened as Natalie came back in, headed towards their table once more.

“Ros, I just want to say thank you. You too, Will.” Natalie had a shy smile on her face as she leaned forward.

Will had stood, tossing his napkin down and pushed his chair back. Ros was frozen.
“Ah, okay, Natalie.” Will’s eyes narrowed. “You’re welcome, for whatever.” He bit out the words.

“If you hadn’t cheated on me with Ros, I wouldn’t have the life I’ve had.” She pointed towards the window. “I wouldn’t have two wonderful sons and a husband I adore completely. So thank you. Ros, thanks for taking Will off my hands. If you hadn’t been willing to sleep with another woman’s boyfriend, I wouldn’t have moved on. I would’ve missed out on the fantastic life I’ve had.” She grinned, but there was no malice in it.

“That’s all. Have a great life, you two.” She leaned forward and planted another kiss on Will’s cheek and leaned away once more from Ros’ second attempt at a hug. She slightly waved and all but skipped out of the restaurant.

Will shoved his chair against the cafe table, the legs scraping horribly against the tile floor. The noise in the cafe stopped for a second as all eyes turned to them. “Let’s get going before we’re late for the movie.”

Ros gazed towards the window, her mouth slightly open.

“Don’t pay any attention to her. She was always crazy, Ros. Let’s go.” Will led her out of the cafe after tossing a tip on the table. They stepped out into the shade of the wrought iron balcony above them, shielding them from the blistering New Orleans sky. Ros had a bewildered expression on her face, and her eyes were teared up and promised to spill. “I love you. We’ve had a great life, and there’s plenty of it ahead of us. Don’t let someone ruin it, ruin this day because they’re crazy.

Ros gawked down the block where three figures wandered into a crowded pedestrian street. They disappeared into clusters of tourists, and she turned to Will. “I love you too. Let’s go.” She took his hand and gave it a squeeze, then gave him a kiss that left him almost breathless. Her phone began to buzz in her bag, and she went to answer it.

Will waited, a look of love and patience on his face. Natalie had left him, but he’d been the better for it. For a moment when he saw her sons, he’d wondered what might have been, if they had been his, but there was no going back. Ros had worshiped for decades, and after all, that was what he deserved and needed.

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