Fierce and feral in their passion and unquenchable in their lust, these men seek to fulfill every woman’s most carnal desires…

Heart of the Wildcat

As one of the last members of a vanishing trible of shapeshifters, Joseph Clawfoot lives alone and longs for a mate. When he saves ecologist Kathryn Dayton from certain death, he wonders whether this etheral beauty can embrace his primal past and join him in an exotic encounter of forbidden ecstacy… *

Note: Scroll past the reviews to read an excerpt!

(*Prequel to the single title Soul of the Wildcat, now on sale!)

Also includes “Chanku Spirit” by Kate Douglas and “Running Wild” by Kathleen Dante.

Kensington Aphrodisia

Reviews:

“All three works (in Sexy Beast VIII) are well-written, with characters a reader would enjoy reading about and plot development that served as far more than interesting venues for sex. Not only were the intimate scenes intricate, they served for a higher purpose within each story.” – Fresh Fiction

“Sexy Beast VIII  is the ultimate, in erotic romance.  Each time I pick up a Sexy Beast anthology, I know I’m in for a wild ride.  This book contains stories that pull at your heart, and a longing that stays with me even after the last page is turned.  Each story brings intrigue, trust, and love into play and sexual content that adds to a story that is already too hot to handle.  I look forward to reading more, from each of these authors. 4.5.”  - The Romance Readers Connection

“Devyn Quinn has written a very enticing novella with some very erotic scenes. Mix in an alpha male and a strong female who can take his domineering ways, and you will definitely enjoy this tale.” – CoffeeTime Romance

“Sexy Beast VIII is a great book.  Each tale brings uniqueness to this novel which only adds to a reader’s enjoyment. This is a definite keeper!” – CoffeeTime Romance

“Readers will be purring for more!” - Romantic Times on “Heart of the Wildcat”

“Heart of the Wildcat had a wonderful mixture of danger, excitement and passion.  Between the countless sexual escapades and the danger that surrounded the cougar shifting clan, this novella proved to be a joyous read that held my attention from the start to finish.” – Joyfully Reviewed

“Overall, I found Sexy Beast VIII to be a thrilling paranormal erotic read.  Each story had its own defining flare that stayed true to the shapeshifting theme and a hint of danger that kept me glued to my seat eager to see how the plot would unfold.  I love the passionate chemistry showcased between the heroes and heroines.  So, if you are looking for a few sexy beasts and the women who were born to tame them, then pick up your copy of Sexy Beast VIII – you will not be disappointed.” – Joyfully Reviewed

Excerpt:

Kathryn Dayton didn’t like the looks of the men walking into her camp. Sometimes you could tell with a glance that certain people in this world were bad news. She had no doubts about these two.

They definitely weren’t up to any good.

Gaze steady and unflinching, Kathryn stayed down in a crouch, leaning in closer to her campfire, establishing her territory. She didn’t say a word, nor make a reach toward the hunting knife strapped at her hip. She just watched as the men casually ambled into the perimeter she’d staked out as a place to roost after sundown. Other than members of her own crew, she hadn’t expected company this far into the back country.

One of the men stepped boldly up to the fire. “Howdy.” The second man lingered a few steps behind, as if watching his partner’s back. One hand wrapped tightly around the strap of the rifle slung over his back.

Kathryn’s gaze narrowed. “Howdy.” Both wore backpacks and bedrolls and walked with the gait of men who spent a lot of time on foot in treacherous terrain. Hardcore mountain men, right down to their ruddy skin, shaggy beards, faded jeans, flannel shirts, jackets and heavy hiking boots.

But that wasn’t what disturbed her.

The guns did.

Both carried hunting rifles. Both had dangerous looking knives strapped on for ease of access. More horribly, each man carried a set of claw-tooth traps commonly used for large game such as bear. Illegal traps.

A chill scurried down her spine. Shit. She was all too familiar with those vicious creations. Once an animal got a limb in, it didn’t get loose. Men carrying weapons and traps meant only one thing.

Poachers.

They were fairly safe from prosecution because of the remote location. No towns existed in the immediate region, and it had taken a helicopter to get her and four crewmates into the remote area. An isolated remnant branching off the Appalachians and carved out of the Blue Ridge by erosion, much of the South Mountains of North Carolina were almost as pure as the day God created them. Even the rush of gold fever in the eighteenth century hadn’t inflicted much of an impact on the old growth forests.

Still, snakes lingered in paradise.