This is an unedited exerpt.

Doomed to Be Charmed (18 and up only, this is a m/m paranormal erotic romance)

***Note: A little background. Kyle Morgan comes from a family of witches. He was raised by his mother, grandmother and great-grandmother along with his eleven older sisters. He’s the baby of the family. He’s also gay. His special gift is the ability to open doorways into other dimensions and worlds, but he has been taught not to use his ability because there is always the danger of allowing something evil into the earth realm. However, when he begins being contacted in his dreams by two very hot twins who claim he is their mate, and they ask him to open a dimensional gate, Kyle is torn between wanting the two handsome shape shifters, and his duty to protect his family and his world.***

Kyle Morgan turned and shifted in his sleep colliding with the teddy bear his five-year-old niece had left behind when she visited earlier that day.

His breathing caught as he was drawn into the dream again. He found himself standing in a shadowed forest glade beneath the light of a full moon. A set of familiar masculine voices entered his mind.

We need you! Open the door between our worlds so we can come to you.

Two men stood before Kyle beautiful in a way that was somehow alien. Obviously twins, they had matching sets of long ebony hair that reached their butts and that they tied back loosely with leather thongs. He thought it was sexy as hell. As usual they were naked as the day they were born, the tan skin covering defined muscles, but of the type from hard labor rather than the gym. They had brown eyes that could flash to amber in a heartbeat.

What do you want? Kyle sent the thought to them not venturing any closer. As attractive as they were, there was something dangerous about the two, and some inner voice kept him from going to them as it always did.

You know. This time the one called Tyrel answered. His mental voice was slightly huskier than his twin’s.

No. I don’t. Kyle stated emphatically, stubbornly resisting their pleas. He was pretty sure he did know what they wanted, but as attracted as he was to them, he wasn’t giving in.

Kyle watched as the two men exchanged looks silently conferring.

Baby… Tyber coaxed, taking a step closer and holding out his hand to Kyle.

No! Kyle sent the shout while stamping one foot angrily. Why won’t you just go away and leave me alone. Find somebody else to open the damned door. I…I can’t. He ended on a near sob.

Tyber’s hand dropped and Kyle could swear he heard Tyrel sigh deeply.

Distracted Kyle found himself ensnared by Tyrel’s deep brown gaze. Sweetie, you have nothing to be afraid of. We would never, could never hurt you, or those you love.

How do I know that? Kyle was getting mad again. They always did this, ganged up on him, called him by those ridiculous girly endearments. Tried to get him to do what they wanted. You two could be anybody, rapists, murderers. I’ll…I’ll bet you don’t even really look like this! Kyle gestured wildly at both men.

Even as he said it he knew it was at least partially true, but he also knew it was partially not. It was one of the reasons he’d been reluctant to let the pair very close to him. As usual this drew mental snickers from the other men. However, this time the dream changed significantly from what it had been the other times he’d traveled to this place.

Before he could protest, or try to force himself to wake up Kyle found himself sandwiched between the larger twins. At five foot nine, he was no match for the men who were half a foot taller than him, and carrying nearly twice his muscle mass. But that didn’t stop him from trying.

Hey, hey! Back off! He shoved against Tyrel’s chest with his hands, but only succeeded in pushing himself back into Tyber. They just moved in even closer, trapping him between their larger masculine bodies.

Kyle panicked, and mewling sounds began coming from him as he went into fight or flight mode. He hit, tried to use his nails to scratch, and kicked out at them with his legs. He was crying and didn’t even realize it. When he finally wore himself out, he could hear them both crooning to him in his mind.

Shh, shhh little mate. No one is going to hurt you or force you to do anything you don’t want to. Their mental voices blended together and it was the strangeness of this that finally got through to him.

Let me go!

However, instead of doing what he wanted he felt two sets of arms surround him.

We’re not going to hurt you Kyle. Tyrel murmured again, stroking one hand through his much shorter hair. Then he did something that totally shocked Kyle, he pulled on his hair, tugging his head back and captured his lips. Seconds later Kyle felt the gentle glide of Tyrel’s tongue silently asking for entrance. When he didn’t immediately open his mouth, Kyle felt Tyrel slide his tongue into the crease of his lips. Let me in mate, I must taste you.

The voice was almost begging and Kyle knew that this was not something this man did easily. Even though he was still afraid he relaxed his guard slightly, and tentatively opened his lips. The twins were so hot, it was difficult to resist.


© 2007 by Regina Paul. All Rights Reserved.

This is an unedited exerpt from a Work in Progress.

Work in Progress, Exerpt #1, Children of Khartar: Leilani’s Flight (18 and up only, this an erotic romance and there is graphic sexual content)

***Note: Here’s a little background story. Leilani has been captured by her father’s people the Khartarians who use human women for breeding purposes since they are unable to procreate with their own females any longer. She is sure this is it, and she will be raped by a Khartarian male and forced to have his babies, until something miraculous happens.***

In the blink of an eye the pressure and friction was gone, and Leilani’s eyes flew open. There were four males in the room neither Khartari nor human. Feeling something soft slide against her skin she looked down and saw blank purple eyes staring into hers. It had been the woman’s hair she’d felt.

The Khartari female fell dead at her feet. Tears slipped from her eyes, she’d been so close! Another two or three pumps of the dildo and she’d have gone off like a rocket!

She looked up again at the men, they were conversing but she couldn’t understand them. They looked humanoid, except they had dark almost black skin and cobalt colored hair, but the strangest thing of all was their turquoise eyes with their elliptical pupils. Suddenly one of the men turned as if finally, truly noticing her. Heat flared in her belly, as he took in the scene.

“Ictara lano?” He enquired in a soft voice.

The drugs still pumping through her system and trying to ignore her body’s demands Leilani replied huskily, “I’m sorry I don’t understand you.” Then groaned as her blood heated, and fluid heat shot straight to her core.

She watched as the man walked towards her, and being very careful not to touch her skin lifted a small box and nodded to her cuffs. Realizing he was going to release her, she nodded back. Light shot from the box and shattered the cuffs. For a second she hung limply rubbing her wrist against her stomach. He signaled her by nodding again as he quickly shattered the rest of her bonds. She fell limply just to the left of the Khartarian female’s body and curled up in a ball. Her skin was so sensitive she felt like she was wearing her nerves on the outside of her body.

“Ictara lano?” The soft voice repeated.

“Just leave me alone.” She husked out. There was silence for a few moments and then, “Do you understand my words now?”

“Yes, oh god, just kill me now!”

Something soft covered her quivering form. “You are safe.”

Unable to say anything Leilani’s long straight black hair fell forward shielding her face and she groaned miserably, her skin and insides burning.

“What is your name?”

Even the sound of his voice hurt her skin, seeming to vibrate against it. “Leilani.” She gasped.

“May I carry you, Leilani?”

Her eyes flew to his, he was serious!

“Yes, just…” she paused as desire dampened her core and she melted inside, “just get me out of here.”

Strong arms lifted her against his chest. “I’m afraid I can’t return you to Earth yet, Leilani but I promise you in time I will.”

She couldn’t decide whether or not to tell him that any place other than Earth or Khartar was probably the safest for her. Her body shivering, her skin electrified she lay as still and quiet against him as she could, burrowing deeper into the blanket he’d wrapped around her.

“I can take away some of your discomfort if you’ll allow me into you mind.”

Allow him into her mind? Were these people telepathic too? How much would he be able to see?

“I will only touch the foremost layer of your mind where the discomfort dwells and dampen it until we are somewhere I can help you.”

She thought about it a moment. “All right.” A second later her skin temperature lowered, and her insides weren’t burning as much. Her nipples were still hard, and her cunt still clenched every so often with small rippling orgasms, but she didn’t feel as though she would burn to a cinder as she had before.

“Thank you.” She whispered. “Oh, thank you so much.”

Leilani thought she felt lips caress her hair, but wasn’t sure, the touch had been so light.

“Where are you taking me?”

“We must get off this ship before they realize you are gone.”

“And we’re going where?”

He hesitated as if suddenly unsure whether or not she could be trusted. “To my ship.” He said finally.

“Good, anywhere is better than here.” Leilani shuddered as the memories of waking up bound returned.

The halls of the ship were quiet and every so often she saw Khartarian warriors who appeared to be unconscious lying on the floor. Hurray for the good guys!

Exhausted from her ordeal and knowing it was not over yet she turned her face into the broad chest she was lying against, breathing deeply through her nose. The man holding her smelled different, earthy and almost wild in a strange way.

Leilani heard her savior’s voice speak words in his own tongue, then her skin tingled for a moment. When she opened her eyes they were on another ship.

© 2007 by Regina Paul. All Rights Reserved.