Warrior-woman Reyna is furious when she allows herself to be captured by the tribe of Centaurs who guard the dark corners of the mystical forest. But when she learns that these strange, inhuman beasts have something she greatly desires, Reyna quickly turns the tables by offering up her own bargaining chip: her young, nubile body for all the tribe to mate with. As the centaurs descend hungrily upon her, will young Reyna fall victim to the dark, animalistic passion that threatens to drive her wild with desire?. Excerpt: Their leader raised his right hand and revealed what I’d been after. “My sword?!” I gasped, relieved. “Indeed, Reyna. We will allow you to return to your lands, with your weapon no less, but only after you have given us an equivalent exchange.” Maybe I could just slay them and be done with it, I considered. “Are you foolish enough to engage us all?” Damnit, his mind-reading was such a nuisance. “And what would be of equal value?” The leader approached me, his hooves sounding like tree trunks banging against the earth. “Your body.” I narrowed my eyes on him. “We centaurs are neither complete human nor beast, and as such it is rare we come across humans we are capable of mating with. You seem strong though, Reyna. Very strong indeed. We’d like to test… just how durable you are.” I stood slowly and put away my blades. I looked at them all, taking in their huge forms. They were all strong, all strangely attractive in their own alien way. I had never been with such a creature. A distant, unexpected stirring of desire nettled at my insides. I saw the leader's mouth twitch in a smile and knew he must've read my mind.

For as long as she's lived, Arysta has loved horses. So entranced is she by their majestic beauty and strength that she really has no time at all for men - not that their boorish, predictable ways offer her any pleasure, regardless. But one fateful day, while on a ride through the deepest wooods, Arysta happens across an awesome sight - a group of Centaurs, straight out of legend! Arysta is enchanted by their power and equine forms. And for the first time, she feels something welling up deep within her - a strange, tumultuous lust that makes her suddenly bold with desire. She may have never touched a man before... but these are much more than men. And she's not about to take no for an answer... Excerpt: “Wait!” She ran to block Mino’s path and before he could say anything, she did the only think she could think of doing – she pulled down his face and kissed him. It was only meant to be a distraction, a way to buy time while she thought of a good idea to prevent the centaurs from leaving her behind, but the moment her lips met Mino’s, she could not seem to think, her mind seemingly trapped in a haze. Not only that, the sensation she had felt earlier had returned, her heart pounding once more. She had never kissed a man before and now, she suddenly understood why her sisters longed for it so much. Sure, it felt a little strange, but she could not help but want more and more of it. More. She parted her lips, feeling that it was the right thing to do, and the moment her tongue met Mino’s, she could not help but shiver. His tongue felt so warm, so soft, so slippery against her own and it tasted unlike anything she had ever tasted before. Gently, she prodded it while she moved one of her hands down to slither and slide across Mino’s chest, her fingers brushing against one of his nipples. At that point, he let out a groan and for a moment, she was afraid he would toss her aside and leave her behind for good, but then she felt his hands in her hair and his tongue come to life, mingling with her own, and she could not help but feel a surge of triumph. One of his hand closed around locks of her hair, pulling on them hard enough to cause pain. Strangely, though, it did not bother her, instead adding to the excitement simmering inside her. The other moved down past her shoulders to where her cloak was fastened, tugging on the knot until it came loose, the cold air on her skin making her suck in a breath. He broke the kiss and pushed her against a tree trunk, his eyes darkened with lust as they stole across her tiny form. “Mino,” Tarim spoke, approaching them. “Are you sure about this?” “She asked for it,” Mino reminded, his gaze still on her. “Perhaps this will teach her what it means to bargain with centaurs.”

Aidan is a brash, arrogant young wizard, and heir to his father's impressive legacy. And it's high time he be wedded to a suitable woman, to ensure the ancient line of sorcerers continues. But Aidan has a secret: a fae lover, one of the Woolgathers, an ancient race of magical forest creatures. His father would never approve of their union, and thus young Aidan harbors a bitter resentment toward the old man's matchmaking ways... Speaking of which, Kara has by now been whisked off to old wizard's family estate, where she awaits the first meeting with her unwilling betrothed. Never mind that she plans to do anything in her power to ruin her own marriage! It's not until she meets the charming, sensitive fae servant of her future husband that she finds a sympathetic ear... and starts to wonder if maybe there's something worth sticking around for after all... --- “Wait,” she tugged hard on his hand, “Terren.” He turned back toward her. His expression was wary. The nimble fingers tightened on her hand, warm and smooth. “I… have to get you back.” He lowered his violet eyes. She frowned. She didn’t understand this place, but if there was an ally to be found here, it was him. And Kara suspected something in the way he avoided looking directly at her now, and how his fingers were grazing the palm of her hand… “Why do you have to?” she asked. She stepped closer. Terren stiffened, but did not drop her hand. “You don’t like them, do you? They treat you terribly.” “The old one does indeed. Master Aiden is simply… having a particularly bad day. Regardless, I don’t mind,” his mouth quirked in a mysterious smile, but he was tight with nervous energy. She ran her other hand slowly up his chest and he flinched backward. “You’re lying.” His small smirk faded into a frown. She glared hard at him, their faces so close she could feel his breath on her cheek. His expression softened suddenly. His eyebrows quivered in a look of intrigue as he explored her eyes, nose, down to her mouth. “Do you want to kiss me?” she whispered and leaned toward him. Terren inhaled sharply, but did not move to embrace her. He looked back up into her eyes. “Interesting...” the word whispered out of him with a confident playfulness that unsettled Kara. “What is?” Terren’s long fingers stroked down her hair. He twirled a lock between his fingers. “You are.” He took her hand and turned away, pulling her after him. “Follow me.”

Feldar is a mighty Minotaur warrior, feared and respected amongst his people. But then he draws the ire of a vengeful Elven witch... and when one of her spells goes awry, he finds himself unexpectedly trapped in the body of the sultry seductress! Soon he is captured by another group of minotaur - his own people! But the fierce warriors fail to recognize their own, and soon Feldar is taken, bound and helpless, as a slave back to his own village! Now, publicly displayed for all the village to see, Feldar finds himself succumbing to the passions of the strange new body he inhabits. But just as he begins to lose himself to throes of lust while the monstrous creatures look on, a lone minotaur enters the cage, intent on claiming the "elf maiden" for a prize... The witch herself, now wearing Feldar's skin! --- The thing that wore Feldar’s shape crouched down beside its prone captive, wrapped a massive arm around the cowering form. The creature’s bovine scent washed over her as he pulled her in close, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. “You nearly defeated me, Feldar.” The creature’s whisper was hot on her cheek. She looked up into his eyes, seeing at last a familiar mocking expression, one that had sat upon a very different brow just this morning atop a certain mountain pass… “The witch!” Feldar gasped. The minotaur smiled with a slight inclination of his head. “Salindara, I am called. Though here I am known as Feldar, it appears. The witch continued with a wry smirk. “I was so disoriented I nearly tumbled down that damned mountain. The other minotaur stumbled upon me and bound my wounds, taking me for one of their own. It took but a few simple spells to conjure up the appropriate memories and mannerisms to make the illusion complete.” “But why?” Feldar’s mind reeled. “What have you to gain from impersonating me?” “Why, my pet, I should think you would understand quite well. I plan to avenge myself upon you - for ruining my wares, slaying my men, and trying to kill me. And I assure you that the vengeance of a witch is much more severe than what even your savage people are accustomed to.” The minotaur leaned in close, his teeth bared in a wicked grin. “Now that I have you in my grasp, I won’t be letting you go so easily, my pet.” Suddenly Feldar was seized in the minotaur’s powerful grasp, her body hefted into the air with effortless ease. She flailed about, but Salindara’s hold only tightened around her. “I claim this one as my prize,” the minotaur called out, “though I may be persuaded to share her after I am finished!”

This huge equine bundle contains six monstrous tales of women being taken by centaur lovers and imposing their wills upon hordes of strapping centaur stallions! This 6-book collection contains vulnerable and aggressive women, outdoor sex, group sex, huge insertions, beastly encounters, oral, anal, and lustful half-horse, half-man throngs. 1. Her Unbridled Desire: Taken by Centaurs For as long as she's lived, Arysta has loved horses. So entranced is she by their majestic beauty and strength that she really has no time at all for men - not that their boorish, predictable ways offer her any pleasure, regardless. But one fateful day, while on a ride through the deepest woods, Arysta happens across an awesome sight - a group of Centaurs, straight out of legend! Arysta is enchanted by their power and equine forms. And for the first time, she feels something welling up deep within her - a strange, tumultuous lust that makes her suddenly bold with desire. She may have never touched a man before... but these are much more than men. And she's not about to take no for an answer... 2. Rescued and Ravaged by the Centaur The mystical forest is a place few humans venture, but young Anya must brave it when her brother falls ill and can only be cured by a rare herb found in its most dangerous areas. When Anya falls victim to a faerie trap, she is unexpectedly rescued by a handsome centaur named Cole. Mutual attraction leads to a forbidden lust between the two, and Anya quickly succumbs to Cole’s powerful desire. But what future could two creatures of such different worlds have? 3. Enchanted: Seducing the Centaur Horde Reilana is a mighty Enchantress, one of the chosen Elvish mystics who harvest sexual energy and channel it into dark and powerful magicks that bewitch the mind and beguile the body. But when the evil warlord Caldax sends a force of savage Centaur Warriors against her, the elf maiden finds her magicks have little power against the inhuman creatures. But Reilana is not one to give up so easily, and the Centaurs have something she greatly desires: an animalistic, almost primal sexual force. 4. Mated to the Centaurs On the eve of her eighteenth birthday, young Kyra learns she has been betrothed to the leader of the centaur tribe that demands annual tribute from her village. Giving herself over to these wild people, she quickly learns that her wedding proceedings will include a savage ceremony - wherein she must be mounted and mated to by all the males of the tribe! But Kyra also discovers a tender, understanding side to the centaur people that she never expected to find. 5. Promised to the Centaur Tribe Warrior-woman Reyna is furious when she allows herself to be captured by the tribe of Centaurs who guard the dark corners of the mystical forest. But when she learns that these strange, inhuman beasts have something she greatly desires, Reyna quickly turns the tables by offering up her own bargaining chip: her young, nubile body for all the tribe to mate with. As the centaurs descend hungrily upon her, will young Reyna fall victim to the dark, animalistic passion that threatens to drive her wild with desire? 6. Subdued by the Centaur She is a capable swordswoman on a quest for a mysterious and magical artifact hidden deep within the demon-infested woods. He is a mighty centaur warrior, strong in his prime and dead-set upon acquiring the same prize... in addition to securing himself a suitable mate. When a misunderstanding leads to a deadly battle between the two seasoned fighters, things quickly lead to passion... but when the demon guardian of the hidden treasure arrives, the two must forestall their lovemaking to fight for their very lives.

Alanna in a High Elven scholar who has studied the strange ways of the Dark Elves for over a century. But the uneasy peace between their people is shattered when the elf maiden is taken prisoner by her dark and twisted brethren! Alanna has long studied their forbidden practices, spent many long nights absorbed in contemplation of their sexual rites and proclivities. She shows the rumours, the whispered tales - knows them so well she dreams of them, sometimes. Always in the past, she was herself the captive, trapped far beneath the earth, waiting with bated breath and trembling anticipation for her twisted captors to come for her… Much as she is now.

The ancient Sorcerer Demart has found his rebellious son the perfect, fertile young bride to carry on his bloodline. The only problem is that neither the bride nor the groom want anything to do with one another! In secret, each of them has taken a fae lover - members of the mysterious forest people known as Woolgatherers. Together with their magical lovers, the betrothed couple hatch a plan to counteract the old wizard's wedding plans. There's only one problem: in order to fool the powerful sorcerer, they're going to need to switch bodies... and the wedding ceremony isn't over until the marriage has been consummated! --- “Put your arms around me,” Tyall whispered against her ear. Kara did so, and nestled into the crook of her neck. The woolgatherer continued to murmur. A warm wind kicked up around them, swirling leaves up from the earth and fluttering against their skin. Black and red hair swirled into tangles together. The human woman clung tighter as a strange dizziness overtook her. She began to lose her sense of balance as her stomach fluttered into her throat. All she could hear now was the sound of Tyall murmuring her strange song. She gasped as the world lurched around her. For several moments, it felt like she was falling through the air, turning over and over without purchase, until suddenly she jolted back to solid ground again. “Oh!” she cried out and pulled back from the embrace. Her heart was racing and her vision swam. The world felt different. Sounds were sharper, smells clearer. A naked figure stood before her, that of a short, slim, muscled woman with black hair and a steely, hazel-eyed gaze. She was staring at herself. Kara broke out in amazed laughter. Terren smiled wider from his position at the edge of the circle. Aidan turned back around, annoyed and curious. Tyall, in Kara’s body, picked up the discarded nightgown and pulled it back on. She stretched, acclimating to the new body. “Hmm,” she murmured thoughtfully, then waggled a long finger at Kara, who stood uncertainly in Tara’s lithe, tanned body. “It would seem Demart didn’t choose an untouched woman for his son.” “What?! How do you know that?” Kara’s skin turned darker in a blush. She looked to Terren, who shrugged. “I see,” Tyall’s laugh was like a bell as she winked at other woolgatherer. “You worked faster than I expected.” She walked toward a bewildered Aidan and wrapped her arms around his neck. He was still thrown that the woman who had previously hated the sight of him was now in his arms. “Don’t pull away from me, my love,” she laughed. “We are to be married!” “How… How long will this last?” he asked between kisses. “You’re suddenly so shy. It’s adorable.” “Don’t get too friendly with my body,” Kara frowned with Tyall’s full red lips. “Well, the same goes for you, kitten. I'm going to have to ask you to keep away from your little lover boy here until this business is finished. Though I understand that may be rather difficult for you to manage,” the disguised woolgatherer winked at her and glared purposefully at Terren, who looked so chagrined that Kara almost laughed out loud. Kara had never realized her glare was so effective until seeing it in action. Maybe she'd go out of her way to make Tyall eat her words.