This story's about how Sam saved Troll's Blog by coming up with one of the coolest ideas ever. Bedtime Stories Publishing...
Bedtime Stories' webmaster Carter Roth has two great passions: his work, and his lover, Brody Mann. So when he learns someone's hacked into his precious website, Carter is determined to track down the culprit and make him pay! Editor Claire Casson is on the run. The last thing she wants or needs in her life is the complication of an alpha dragon capable of setting her blood on fire.
Jean-Paul, incubus editor, has been assigned a new author. Dominick may be a fantastic author, but when he gets aroused, he turns into a real ogre... When review coordinator Pixie calls reviewer B.J. Smith into the office to discuss a bad review, she finds out "she" is two males. Very drool-worthy males. Callie, the Bedtime Stories mascot, is about to get all the loving she can handle... if she can just shut up. Brad, the warehouse manager, revisits the past with a steamy confrontation with the man who broke his heart twenty years earlier.
Bedtime Stories in no way represents any actual publishing company. Any resemblance to the staff and authors of Changeling Press is purely coincidental.
That's our story and we're sticking to it.
This collection contains the previously released Bedtime Stories titles:
Troll's Blog by Shelby Morgen
Beyond Boundaries by Hunter Raines
Kiss of Fire by B.J. McCall
Ugly Duckling by Lena Austin
Pixie's Playmate by Anne Kane
Shut Up! by Marteeka Karland
Raising Caine by Reneé George
Praise for Bedtime Stories (Box Set)
"...a delightful collection of stories that more than satisfied this reviewer's kinky bone for things that go bump in the dark. It was done in a refreshing way, with each story connected through a fictitious publishing company, Bedtime Stories and the quirky individuals who are behind the scenes. From the "I dare you.
CEO to the vampires maintaining the websites -- to the incubus editors and pixie reviewers, there will be something to satisfy everyone's taste in paranormal."
-- 4.5 Delightful Divas from Dakota, Dark Divas Reviews
Praise for Troll's Blog: Bedtime Stories
"Let me say that I love the Bedtime Stories series. The stories are short, hot and fun to read. This one is no exception."
4.5 Cherries! -- Holly, Whipped Cream Reviews
"Troll's Blog is one hot, wicked ride that will leave you clamoring for more. I highly enjoyed this series of hot stories and hope Troll comes back with a few more in the future."
-- Dawn, Love Romances and More
Praise for Beyond Boundaries
"A deliciously hot story with a couple of enjoyable surprises along the way."
-- Lisa, Joyfully Reviewed
"This story definitely is strictly about the sexual tension so if you like your erotica with a little romance like me, Hunter Raines has one for you."
5 Cherries! -- Peppermint, Whipped Cream Reviews
Praise for Ugly Duckling
"This story isn't a run-of-the-mill paranormal/fantasy story. Ugly Duckling is more than I ever imagined and worth the read. "
-- Tiger Lily, Whipped Cream Reviews
"Ugly Duckling is a heartwarming short story. Dominick is an author, who shifts into something else when he has been sexually awaken. The characters are intelligent and believable, as well as sensual. The amazing Lena Austin never fails to deliver an engaging saga with some of today's social allegations incorporated."
4.5 Nymphs! --Chocolate Minx, Literary Nymphs
Praise for Pixie's Playmates
"If you want a story that's sexy and not at all what you'll expect, then you need to read Bedtime Stories: Pixie's Playmates."
-- Tiger Lily, Whipped Cream Reviews
"Bill and Jake are handsome, and kinky, hunks who complement Pixie's personality nicely. Anyone looking for a hot and sexy read will surely want to give Pixie's playmates a try."
4 Hearts! -- Susan W., The Romance Studio
Praise for Shut Up!
"A great twist in a story meant to expand your imagination and take you to another world. When one cat-woman meets a hunky science experiment gone wrong, the sparks fly and love ignites. "
4 Nymphs! -- Ambrosia, Whipped Cream Reviews
"Callie and Eli burn up the pages when they get together in the latest addition to the Bedtime Series Shut Up!. This story has a perfect balance of humor and heat that will leave readers wanting more."
4 Nymphs! -- Amethyst Nymph, Literary Nymphs
Praise for Raising Caine
"Those who've enjoyed the series, M/M fiction, or Rene@eacute; George's wonderful stories will enjoy reading Raising Caine."
Four Nymphs! -- Scandalous Minx, Literary Nymphs
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Bedtime Stories (Box Set)
Excerpt from Raising Caine
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Copyright ©2014 Reneé George
"Hell, yeah!" Vic high-fived his partner in crime, then threw the keys to his Ford Mustang on the desk. He had a nice buzz going, and he didn't want the night to end. It had been a great birthday. Over the last two semesters, he'd become increasingly mesmerized by Raisin' Caine, his dorm mate. Caine was two years ahead of him at college, and his whole lifestyle was one big "fuck you" to the world. Vic wished he could be more like Caine, and tonight he'd gotten a big taste of that life. Caine had even let Vic borrow some of his clothes.
He watched Caine flop onto his unmade twin bed. Caine spoke, quietly, his voice gravelly from too much smoking and screaming. "It was a good night, eh, bonehead?"
"Fantastic." Vic licked his lower lip. The crack from where he'd been hit while moshing was still sore and bleeding. He smiled. "I had a kick ass time."
Caine's legs were long and lean as he stretched them out. Following the line of his tight blue and red plaid pants, he wore black combat boots with skull-shaped eyelets. His sleeveless shirt clung to his sweat-dampened chest and abdomen. He placed an arm above his head, and his other hand rubbed his stomach. Caine's head turned, his spiky, green-tinted mohawk rotating like a switch, until his pale green eyes met Vic's gaze. It embarrassed Vic that he'd been caught staring. He fixed his eyes to the wall above the bed.
Caine's side of the room was predominantly black, blue, and red. Worn and dirty posters covered the wall in a frenetic collage of The Ramones, New York Dolls, Suicide Commandos, Mad Sin, and several other punk bands. Vic had been raised on country and rock-n-roll -- the punk scene had never touched his small hometown. He'd been bred to be a quarterback, date the head cheerleader, make straight A's, and always do what his parents wanted. Vic's life had been a cliché from conception. Never in a thousand lifetimes would anyone believe he and Caine could be friends. But it didn't change the fact that they were.
"You look good, kid." Caine reached over to his nightstand and pulled a pack of cigarettes from the drawer. He flicked his lighter once and sucked as the flame brightened the end. Smoke drifted off the cherry, and trickled from Caine's small but full-lipped mouth. "I like you in my pants."
"I... I..." It dawned on Vic that Caine was making fun of him. He gestured to the ripped black jeans that were a size too tight, and a couple of inches too long. "Better on me than you."
"Fuck off with that," Caine said, laughing behind the words. He mimicked like he was going to flick the cigarette at Vic, and raised his eyebrows, his mouth turning up in a Billy Idol snarl.
Vic waved his hand in a "whatever" gesture and turned his back to Caine. He had to -- his cock had turned rock stiff, and as tight as the pants were, it would be hard for Caine to miss it. "You're an idiot." He unbuttoned the fly, determined to get the pants off, and some loose pajamas on instead.
They were tight over the hips, and he squirmed to get the back side down his ass. That's when Caine tackled him from behind.
The move startled Vic. He fell forward, smacking his head on the side of his own bed rail, landing next to the bed facedown on the floor.
"You asshole," he yelled, touching the sore spot as it rose on his forehead.
Caine helped him onto his back. "Shit, dude. Damn, sorry. I was just messing around."
"You could've really hurt me."
Caine brushed Vic's short hair back. "You're not bleeding, but damn, that's going to be a helluva goose egg." He pushed on the bump.
Vic grimaced. "Stop that."
"Sorry." He leaned in for a closer look. Then unexpectedly, he pulled Vic's shirt down over his shoulder. "I still can't believe you got the tattoo. Your folks are going to shit."
"What they don't know..." Vic smiled, then grimaced. "Shit, my head hurts."
"Man, seriously, I didn't mean to hurt you." Caine's warm breath whispered across Vic's eyes. It smelled like tequila and tobacco, but not unpleasantly so.
"I'm fine. Really."
"Dude." Caine shook his head, and thumbed the edges of the wound. "You should get an ice pack on that thing."
Caine's lips were inches from Vic's. Vic felt his hands tremble as he raised his neck to move them nearer. He was scared. Shit, yeah. He was frightened as hell. He pulled back a little. Caine was still fixated on the rising knot. He had no idea how Vic felt. They were just two guys, roommates and friends.
"Fuck it," he mumbled. Closing the rest of the space, he placed a small kiss on Caine's lips.
His friend froze, except for his eyes. They shifted down to meet Vic's.
Vic scrambled for an apology. One that could make up for the line he'd just crossed. "Sorry, man." Inadequate, he knew. He gulped the thick saliva gathering in his mouth. "Really sorry. I... I didn't mean it."
Instead of shouting at Vic, or worse, punching him, Caine muttered, "Too bad."