Angels Of The Fallen, The Watchers

Saturday, May 9, 2015


I'm sharing an excerpt of my WIP!

A Vhampier’s Forbidden Wolf
Bad Boy Shifters Are Sexy, Wild, And Full Of Suspense
Bad Boy Shifters Paranormal Fantasy
Copyright © 2015 By P. T. Macias.

 Here's a little #shiftersbite! 

“I see that you are hungry. Cyn, tell me about you. What do you do? What are your dreams?”

Cynthia winks, and slowly chews her steak. When she’s done, she grins at him, and leans in close to him.

“My dream is to fuck you silly.”

He grins at her and leans in close to her ear. He whispers and nibbles her ear.

“Yeah, that’s my dream too. What other dreams do you have?”

Hell, she’s driving me insane. She’s full of life, sexy as hell, and has taken my soul.

“I dream of meeting my mate someday and having my cubs. I don’t want to go to school because I don’t know what I would like to do. I mean, I see it like this. I’m young, I have a lot of years to live. Why can’t I have fun, and enjoy my life until I meet my mate? I can always have a career later, maybe after my cubs are grown.” 

Viktor narrows his eyes to hide his anger. Fuck no! Her mate? What the fuck! Why am I dying with the thought of her mating? I’m not her mate or a wolf. I can’t offer her cubs. I can fuck her silly but would that be enough? Will I be satisfied?

“Viktor? Did I make you mad? I hope not because my family is already mad at me. They feel that I’m too wild and spoiled because I don’t want to go to school.”

Viktor closes his eyes to hide his fear and anger. What the fuck should I say? He opens his beautiful green eyes, the gold specks sparkle.

“I’m not mad.”

“I hope not because I want you. I want to enjoy our time as long as it is.” Viktor smiles at her and raises her hand up to his lips. He kisses her hand and slowly turns it over to inhale her spicy rose blood. He places his lips at the veins, enjoying the rapid fiery flow of her blood.

Cynthia watches him. She shudders with wild hot hunger, and leans closer. She whispers into his ear.

“Viktor, I don’t see why we should fight this wild hunger. We wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

She licks her lower lip, watching his lips place a hot kiss on the veins on her wrist. She trembles as a burning shiver races through her body. Her breasts swell and her nipples get harder.

Fucking hell, his lips feel so hot. I can feel his soul, and his vanilla spicy scent bleed into every pore in my body. I’m on fire and aching. What the hell! I’m not supposed to feel like this for a vhampier. I’m positive that these are feelings that I’m supposed to feel for my mate.

He looks at her breasts and nipples. He groans and looks up into her glowing blue eyes.
What the fuck, she has me totally under her spell, my body is in sync with hers, and I’m going to explode. I can feel her wild hunger, her soul is burning into mine, and I can feel her wolf.

“No, we wouldn’t, but because you’re young I would like to know that you’re aware of the chaos that our relationship would cause.”

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Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Seizing Fate, Alpha Shifters Love Copyright © 2015 By P. T. Macias

Oh yeah! This baby is here!

Bad Boys Are Sexy, Wild, And Full Of #‎Suspense!

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Delicious nibble!

Damn it, now what? We’re here alone, darn. Grant continues to gaze into her green eyes. He’s unable to resist, and searches for her soul.

“Grant?” Kymberly falls deep into his gaze, connecting with his soul.

Grant nods at her and stands up. He towers over her and walks the few steps to stop in front of her, a couple of inches between them.

“Yeah?” He shoves his hands into his jeans. I need to control the wild impulse to grab her, pull her close, and kiss her. I have to resist this pull.

“I’m really happy to meet you on my twenty-first birthday because I’m glad that you’re going to celebrate it with me.” She moves her right hand to push her hair over her shoulder, the silver bangles jingling softly.

The movement causes her right breast to move up, drawing his attention to her sweet n-----. Grant swallows hard and takes a step back. “It’s my pleasure, Kymberly.”

Kymberly watches him move back and she raises an eyebrow. “Don’t run from me, Grant. I know you feel it and it feels so right.”

He gazes into her huge green eyes and nods. “Yeah, but I can’t because you’re too young.” He clenches his jaw, closes his eyes, and shudders as her scent seeps into his body and soul.

He releases his bonding scent, his wolf ready to claim his mate, and not willing to wait. He inhales deeply and a deep growl starts to rumble deep in his chest, ready to flow out. He clenches his jaw tight to keep it in.

“Hmm….you smell delicious.” She closes her eyes, smiles a sexy small smile, and nods. She licks her lower lip and opens her eyes to gaze into his surprised eyes.

“You smell my scent?” Hell, that’s incredible. Damn it.

“Yes, you smell like spice, sandalwood, and incredible.” She nods, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply.

His body releases more of his bonding scent and he trembles. No, no I need to control this because I can’t scare her off. Hell, I’m not sure how to deal with her, a human mate? Damn it.

She opens her eyes and searches his eyes for his thoughts. “You’re going to spend the evening with me, right?” I don’t know why I feel that he wants to run. I know that he feels this connection.

Grant nods and smiles a small smile. “Yes.”


“Yes, I promise.”


The young, hot, and sexy Dr. Grant is weary, jaded and skeptical at 99 years old. He’s impatient to meet his mate, start and enjoy a family, and hold his cubs. Kymberly, a young beauty, meets him on her birthday. She likes him, she wants him, and she is full of life. He tries to push her away. His mate, the one he’s been searching for and waiting for all his life! Now, finally he meets her. She’s in front of him. The problem is that he doesn’t want to touch her. Of course, he feels awful because she's so young, but he can't resist her. The unexpected happens. The threat of losing her forces him to action.

#Paranormal #Suspense #Fantasy #Romance

Sunday, May 3, 2015

Shift Happens (I Heart Shifters, Book 1) Christy Gissendaner

Ellie Reynolds runs a nail salon that caters to shifters of all varieties. The proverbial shift hits the fan when billionaire mogul Jackson Lawrence walks in the door and offers Ellie two million dollars to sell her shop. Ellie has no intention of selling out, especially to someone who plans to bulldoze her shop to the ground and replace it with a fast food joint. Their battle of wit and will is brought to a sudden halt when Jackson’s enemies appear, throwing them into a fight for their lives.
Jackson believed he'd left violence behind when he resigned his position with the Blood Wolves, a secret shifter military group, but someone wants his company's cyber invention and will stop at nothing to get it. He didn't mean to drag Ellie into his mess, but he’s willing to do anything to protect her and the firewall his friend created...anything except fight his attraction to the outspoken redhead he's suddenly responsible for. Jackson soon learns Ellie is hotter than he first gave her credit dragon hot...and life is about to get a whole lot more interesting.
 Sometimes shift happens when you least expect it.

 Genre: Contemporary, Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Etopia Press

Number of pages: 69
Word Count: 24,906

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Short Excerpt
At exactly eight forty, Jackson returned to the counter. “According to previously stated policy, your eight thirty appointment is canceled. May I speak with you now?”
She glared at him but finally relented. “Fine. But if Mrs. Sussman shows up, you’re out of here.”
He lifted an eyebrow and nodded. “Fair enough. Your animosity is a bit of a mystery, but I think you’ll be happy once you hear what I have to say.”
His assessment was spot-on. What was it about him that pricked her ire, besides the overwhelming libidinal response? Typically she wasn’t a hateful sort of person, but instinctively she knew she had to be careful around him. He threw her off-balance, and she didn’t like the feeling. “I’m sure you’re used to women falling over themselves to talk to you, but I’m not your typical female.”
He smirked. “I can tell.”
A flush burned her from head to toe at the implication. She wasn’t skinny or particularly beautiful, but damn, couldn’t he show a bit of interest? She had big boobs, after all. What man didn’t like big boobs? Unless he was—
She glanced at him. Nope. Definitely not gay.
Wait. What was she doing? Did she want him to show interest?
Oh God, she did.
“Is there a place we can go to talk?”
She plucked a piece of lint from her smock and flicked it away. “Here’s fine. Say your piece. I’m a busy woman.”
Another smile crossed his face, soul-shattering because this time it was directed at her. “I like you, Ellie Reynolds.”
Something was wrong with her knees. Had to be. They kept giving out on her. Was twenty-five too young to have arthritis? Was it even possible for her to have it? Suddenly she wished she’d paid more attention when her mother taught her about her shifter heritage, if only for medical purposes.
In an effort to maintain control of the conversation, she borrowed one of her Nana’s favorite expressions. “Stop blowing smoke up my ass and get on with it.”
The tolerant light in his eyes extinguished. She wouldn’t have believed it if she hadn’t seen it herself, but his entire demeanor transformed, becoming the man she recognized on the cover of business and financial magazines, the man who bought and sold property for a living. “I want to buy Polished.”
Shock held her immobile. “What would a savvy businessman like you need with a small-time salon?”
“I have an investment opportunity, but I need your building to complete the transaction. I can’t go into further details. Contract negotiations, you understand.”
Actually she didn’t. She’d bought Polished, scoring a hell of a deal when the previous owner died and the son agreed to take a low-ball offer. “I see. How much are you offering?”
Not that she would consider it, but it couldn’t hurt to ask.
“Two million dollars.”
She choked on her spit. “Come again?”

Longer (Sexier) Excerpt

Rain kept up a staccato rhythm on the tin roof, and her supersensitive hearing picked out every drop. She’d never be able to sleep like this, not while her mind was racked by thoughts of Jackson. The situation was laughable. She should be more worried about her safety and instead all she could think about was the fine-looking man in the room across the hall, like the perfect dimples in his cheeks when he smiled really big, or the perfect symmetry of his gorgeous face. And that ass. She could bounce a quarter off that ass.
She groaned as the familiar heat filled the place between her thighs. She needed something to take her mind off Jackson.
Milk. That’s what she needed. A nice, cool glass of milk.
Well, what she really needed was her vibrator, but it was at home, tucked safely away in her drawer under a bundle of handmade scarves that she’d bought and never worn.
Ellie slid out of bed and tugged the hem of the too-short nightgown. She’d picked out a size eight when she was more like a twelve, so Jackson wouldn’t know her true clothing dimensions. When he’d gone to pay for the items she’d chosen, he’d merely lifted an eyebrow but wisely chosen not to say anything. Could she help it if she’d been born with a fondness for sweets? Blame Nana’s genes, not her own lack of will.
Speaking of sweets, cookies would be nice too. She wondered if Jackson had any in the cabinets. He seemed to keep the Montevallo home stocked with foodstuffs since they hadn’t had to stop for groceries.
A few minutes later, with chocolate chip cookies clutched in both hands and a mug of milk hooked around her thumbs, she crept back down the hall toward her room. She bent her head to take a bite of a cookie and lost her grip on the drink. She cursed when the mug fell out of her hands. The milk spilled across her toes and the ceramic shattered when it hit the wooden planks.
“Ellie!” Jackson jerked his bedroom door open and appeared in the doorway, disheveled and entirely too yummy. He wore nothing but boxers and oh geez, he had a six-pack. A perfectly lickable six-pack that made her mouth and sex water. She hoped she wouldn’t drool, although it was a distinct possibility.
“I’m sorry for waking you.”
Jackson ran a hand over his shorn hair. “Fuck. I thought they’d found us.”
“Nope, just the cookie monster.” She held up the cookies in her hands and grimaced. How embarrassing. “Want one?”
He came forward until their toes touched. Hers, milky and chilled. His, warm and dry. She wanted to feel her feet wrapped around his beneath the covers. She wanted to feel everything of his beneath the covers, actually.
His thumb brushed the corner of her lips. “Chocolate,” he explained right before he licked his finger.
Damn her knees. Useless joints that they were. “Umm.”
And damn her larynx for not working properly.
His gaze dropped and she suddenly realized she was in the too-short, too-tight nightgown. Her boobs stretched the cotton material and she didn’t need to look down to know she was nipping. If she turned around, he could probably tell she wasn’t wearing panties. She’d never been so self-conscious before, but never had she been in the presence of a hot-ass canine shifter who was practically naked.
Jackson’s expression turned predatory. His cheeks seemed to hollow out, becoming more pronounced, and his nostrils flared as if he’d caught a whiff of something. Perhaps it was her. The quick shower she’d taken had been hours before. Then again, no panties. Perhaps he smelled her scent. She clamped her thighs tight together and prayed he didn’t laugh. The situation was embarrassing enough without suffering unrequited lust.
“Ellie.” He spoke her name again, but it was low-pitched and soft.
Oh God. She wanted to eat the cookies in his bed. But later. Much, much later. “Yeah?”
“I owe you something.” He slid a hand around her waist and cupped the upper swell of her butt. His fingers spread out in a proprietary manner, as if he was sure of his welcome. “I wanted to wait until all this shit was over, but you’re killing me. I can’t hold out any longer.”
Neither could she. She went up on tiptoe and puckered her lips. He stared at her as he traced the seam of her lips with his index fingers. “I think you misunderstand the type of kiss I want from you.”

About the Author:
Christy Gissendaner is a paranormal and contemporary romance author who believes laughter and love should go hand in hand.

Christy lives in Alabama with her husband and three sons. She’s always hard at work on her next novel, but in her spare time she loves blackjack, karaoke, and anything resembling a vacation!

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Nails – Guest Post by Christy Gissendaner
            A big thank you to P.T. for having me today! I love visiting new sites, and I’m always happy to chat with new people.
            Today is doubly happy. Not only do I get to chat with you beautiful people, but it’s also release day. Shift Happens is book one in a brand new series, I Heart Shifters. Each installment will be short, hot, and funny as heck. I’m excited about this project, and I hope everyone gets a kick out of Ellie’s antics.  
            Ellie, the heroine in Shift Happens, owns a nail salon. It was an interesting occupation for me to give to a character considering I can’t paint my way out of a paper bag. I blame it on being left-handed. I’m awesome like all lefties, of course, but painting nails isn’t my forte. Unless it’s paint by numbers, I’m screwed.
            You get the picture.
            So here’s Ellie, manicurist extraordinaire, who caters to the shifter housewives of Atlanta’s elite. Unlike me, she’s a whiz with a nail file and a bottle of polish. She creates colorful creations for her clients, all of whom don’t realize Ellie’s a shifter herself. She’s a half dragon shifter, who’s never quite mastered the art of keeping smoky belches hidden.
            Since it’s finally spring and sandal season is in full effect, I couldn’t wait to treat myself to a pedicure at the conclusion of writing Ellie’s story. I got pink polish with white polka dots, in case you’re interested. ; )
            My first ever pedicure took place last May, right before I attended the RT Conference in New Orleans. I’m a bit ticklish and the “cheese grater” thingamabob freaked me out…and made me giggle! (When I wasn’t busy being disgusted by the entire process.) But boy, were my foot smooth as silk. I went to the Dark Side and became a pedicure regular since then.
            For someone who cringes at the sound of a file, you’d think I’d avoid a nail salon like the plague. Not so, fearless readers. I may cringe, of course, but the discomfort is worth it for a fantastic French manicure and cute, colorful little toesie woesies. I still think I have ugly feet – flat and wide – but no one can deny my love of pink when I’m all glammed-up with a fresh set of paint.
            I’m currently growing out my fingernails. For a lifelong nail biter, this is a hard road to travel. My nails have finally grown past the pads of my fingers and I’m already envisioning the perfect shade of pink to christen them with. Fingers crossed I don’t lose an eye taking out my contacts. That is a tricky maneuver, let me tell ya.
            So we’ve established I love pink, pedicures, and peanut butter cups…okay, so I didn’t tell you that, but it’s true and it does start with P…I want to know what style everyone is rocking these days.
            Come on, share the deets. I’ll be right here taking notes.