Phoenix Rising

By Changelings

Phoenix Rising -- a collection of short Paranormal Erotic Adventures from the Changeling Press family of authors. Royalties donated to Changeling's Save the Quiet Kitty Fund in memory of Camille Anthony

Fallen Angel -- Lena Austin
Angie’s an exotic dancer with a secret that could ruin her entire family. There’s a fanatic with a gun about to erase all her options but one -- the mysterious biker known as Tree…

Fertility Rites -- Anne Kane
Beltane begins at sundown, and tradition dictates Rhys choose his life mate from the single females who will dance for him. Tamara’s determined to win his heart -- but she’s not alone.

What Doesn’t Kill -- Tuesday Richards
Rebecca’s determined to start a new life with Rick. But her past still haunts her -- despite the restraining orders. This time her ex may have pushed her just a little too far…

Better With Mustard -- Shelby Morgen
When a stray cat blackmails Officer Joe Callahan down at Coney Island Dogs, Joe thinks he’s got a case for Animal Control. But this is one of those rare times when Duct Tape can’t fix everything. The stray cat’s under Joe’s skin. She’s all too familiar, but can she find a place in Joe’s bed -- and his heart?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Changeling Press
• Release date: Sep 9, 2022
• ISBN: 9780397901272

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Phoenix Rising

Life Mates and restraining orders… what doesn’t kill them will make them stronger.

Lena Austin, Anne Kane, Tuesday Richards, Shelby Morgen

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Copyright ©2022

Fallen Angel ©2022 Lena Austin

Fertility Rites ©2022 Anne Kane

What Doesn’t Kill ©2022 Tuesday Richards

Better with Mustard ©2022 Shelby Morgen

BIN: 03979-01273

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Editor: Margaret Riley, Crystal Esau

Cover Artist: Angela Knight

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Table of Contents

Phoenix Rising

Fallen Angel

Fallen Angel

Lena Austin

Fertility Rites

Fertility Rites

Anne Kane

What Doesn’t Kill

What Doesn’t Kill

Tuesday Richards

Better With Mustard

Better With Mustard

Shelby Morgen

The Save the Quiet Kitty Fund

Phoenix Rising

Life Mates and restraining orders… what doesn’t kill them will make them stronger.

Lena Austin, Anne Kane, Tuesday Richards, Shelby Morgen

Phoenix Rising -- a collection of short Paranormal Erotic Adventures from the Changeling Press family of authors. Royalties donated to Changeling’s Save the Quiet Kitty Fund in memory of Camille Anthony

Fallen Angel -- Lena Austin

Angie’s an exotic dancer with a secret that could ruin her entire family. There’s a fanatic with a gun about to erase all her options but one -- the mysterious biker known as Tree…

Fertility Rites -- Anne Kane

Beltane begins at sundown, and tradition dictates Rhys choose his life mate from the single females who will dance for him. Tamara’s determined to win his heart -- but she’s not alone.

What Doesn’t Kill -- Tuesday Richards

Rebecca’s determined to start a new life with Rick. But her past still haunts her -- despite the restraining orders. This time her ex may have pushed her just a little too far…

Better With Mustard -- Shelby Morgen

When a stray cat blackmails Officer Joe Callahan down at Coney Island Dogs, Joe thinks he’s got a case for Animal Control. But this is one of those rare times when Duct Tape can’t fix everything. The stray cat’s under Joe’s skin. She’s all too familiar, but can she find a place in Joe’s bed -- and his heart?

Fallen Angel

Lena Austin

Angie’s an exotic dancer with a secret that could ruin her entire family. She’s determined to keep a low profile, but there’s a fanatic with a gun about to erase all her options but one -- turn to the mysterious biker named Tree, who isn’t all he appears to be!

Fallen Angel

Would he come tonight?

Angela Fisher glanced toward the big double doors of the bar again and lugged her tray full of beer mugs back to the bar once more. Her butt ached from all the illegal pinches and pats from the patrons, and her temper burned high.

Sue, the bartender, grinned at Angie. She was the oldest in the place at forty-three, and tougher than the old steel-toe boots she wore. She’d apparently noticed Angie’s repeated glances at the door. Pay attention, Red. You’re safe here. She tapped her crossbow under the bar, for which she had all the licenses. Now go deliver these shots to table eleven.

Table eleven was full of Sue’s biker friends, and normally a nice bunch, but some new guys out to prove themselves were there and drinking shots. They grew rowdier by the hour, and the bar’s bouncer had already wandered over to have a talk with the partiers about keeping their hands to themselves when it came to the servers.

Angie hefted the tray and staggered under the weight. She still wasn’t used to the heavy loads lifted by the servers, but she’d managed to totter around on the high heels every girl in the place wore to make their legs look longer. If the heels weren’t bad enough, the abbreviated costumes were worse. Her father would have called them invitations to rape with big red bows.

The doors opened and shut on another customer, his face hidden in the shadows of the entranceway, but there was no doubt in Angie’s mind who the newcomer was -- Tree was back.

Tree stood six feet four inches tall and had the black hair and hazel eyes of his European ancestors. He shrugged out of his leather jacket and sauntered over to join the party at table eleven.

Now Angie was happy to heft her tray over to the overflowing table and put the shots and beers in the middle of the table for the group to sort. She didn’t dare do more than ask professionally who needed a round. Her scribbling the orders on a pad didn’t prevent her from giving Tree a special smile she reserved just for him.

Tree gave her a slow, quiet smile and mouthed, The usual for me. The music made hearing him impossible anyway, not to mention the good-natured banter of his friends.

Angie reached across the table to gather up all the empty mugs and flipped the ashtrays into the one on her tray. She had the last empty mug in her hand when a hot, sweaty hand ran from the back of her left knee all the way up before cupping her ass. Her face flushed red with annoyance. Enough was enough!

The biker whose hand was currently doing its best to worm under her costume’s tight panties grinned up at her. What’s your price, Red? I’m itching to see if you’re a natural redhead. If his leer hadn’t been obnoxious enough, his insinuation was worse.

Angie’s reaction was automatic and swift. Her right hand, loaded with a heavy glass beer mug, swung back and connected with his jaw with a loud crack. Some gleeful demon inside cackled with satisfaction while the sensible prim librarian on her