Wednesday, 23 April 2014

#MWTease from The Takeover (Executive Assistant Anthology) coming soon from @evernightpub




Happy middle of the week, folks. It's time to tease you again, thanks to our lovely host Sandra Bunino, and I thought I would give you a little tease from my story The Takeover, which is part of Evernight's new Office romance Anthology, which is scheduled for release in June.


To set the scene it's the day the new CEO is due to arrive and everyone has been ordered to dress up. Heroine Emma finds herself in a dilemma when she is left facing a shut door, while balancing two trays of hot coffee, her hand bag and a bag of files. Work colleague Shane comes to her rescue.

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"Here, let me. How do you get yourself into these pickles, titch?"
Shane Nevin's deep tenor stopped her fumbling, and a shiver of anticipation went down her spine, dampening her knickers like it always did. Em suppressed another sigh, and smiled up at Shane as she did her best not to swoon
Shane, too, had dressed up for the occasion, and the three-piece suit just emphasized every inch of his six foot three ruggedly masculine frame. If she didn't know better Em would have thought that suit was tailor-made.  However, Shane was just a lowly office worker like herself, so unless he'd suddenly won the lottery, then he must have just struck lucky when he got that suit off the peg.
"Nice suit," Emma said, and inwardly rolled her eyes at herself. Nice suit? That's right up there with I carried a watermelon, for frick's sake. Could I think of anything more stupid to say to him?
Shane simply smiled at her comment, reached around her to open the door for her, and grasped one of the trays out of her hand.
"Here, let me help you. Queen bitch made you get the coffees again, I see, as well as made you finish that report, I bet."
Emma almost missed a step at the steely annoyance behind those clipped words, tempered as they were with a smile directed at her. And not just any smile. This was a pure drop-your-knickers-in-an-instant smile of male appreciation that made Emma feel rather lightheaded. She'd seen him use that dimpled grin with devastating effect in meetings with suppliers that meant they dropped everything to accommodate him, but she'd never been at the receiving end of it. Neither had he ever run his gaze over her body with such heated intensity that the fine hair on her arms rose to attention, and her nipples beaded into shameless beacons of lust. Em knew she would have to lose her now sodden knickers, as her body responded to this man's charisma with a gush of wetness between her thighs. Jesus, that smile was lethal, and set off an almost painful wave of arousal and feminine need in her core that left Emma breathlessly staring up at him.
"I could say the same to you, by the way." Shane winked at her, and Emma blinked as the spell was broken.
"What?" she asked.                           
Shane laughed and swept one large hand through the air in front of her.
"Your attire, Em. Nice suit. Who knew you were hiding such a great pair of pins, not to mention…" His gaze dropped briefly to her boobs, where her nipples were still practically waving red flags to draw attention to themselves, and he grinned again, and ran a hand through his hair. The action made a strand of his light brown hair fall across his forehead and her fingers itched to brush it back for him. It had a natural wave to it that could have made him look boyish. Coupled with the angular jaw, covered in designer stubble, the strong slash of a nose, and his intense crystal blue gaze, it just enhanced his raw masculinity and sex appeal, however.
Emma laughed nervously and somehow managed to keep on walking. Shane hit the button for the lift to carry them up to the executive offices, and she risked another glance up at him from under her lashes. He wasn't looking at her. Just stood waiting for the lift to finally get back to them, and he stepped a bit closer to her when the space behind them filled with more office workers. His spicy scent wrapped itself around her senses, and she inhaled sharply as the doors slid open. Heat raced up her arm when Shane grasped her elbow and steered her into the far corner of the lift. The high rise building was home to many firms, and the lift soon filled to capacity. Shane braced his hand behind her on the wall, to stop from being pushed further into her. With the two trays the only barrier between them, Emma's mouth went dry when she looked up to find him watching her.
"Yes, well, orders from above and all that. Must please the new CEO. I heard he's a tough old coot."
A curious smile flitted across Shane's features at her husky reply and Emma shut her eyes and bashed her head back against the mirrored wall. What was with that porn star voice she'd seemed to have adopted? Shane would think her a right simpleton.
Her stomach tightened in need and she bit her lip to stop herself from moaning out loud, when she sensed rather than saw him dip his head. Gooseflesh broke out across the sensitive skin under her ear as his hot breath skittered across it.
"Anything for the CEO, is it, titch?"
The silly name sounded like a lover's caress. He'd adopted the moniker for her within hours of their first meeting, because she'd struggled to hang the Christmas decorations on the high ceiling of their part of the open plan office. Instead of grating on her nerves, like it usually did when he brought attention to their height difference, it simply turned her on. Thanks to her heels she came up to his shoulder, rather than his chest, and it wouldn't take much for him to kiss her.
Her eyes flew open and heat crept into her face at the decidedly unprofessional turn her thoughts were taking. They were in a lift for fuck's sake, in full view of everyone else, and this was Shane. They were friends, and besides, even if they weren't, he was completely and utterly out of her league. A man like him could have any woman he wanted, and he frequently did. Lord knew Emma had fielded enough annoyed women's phone calls on a Monday morning, when she'd answered his phone. He never played the field in the office, but Shane clearly enjoyed a healthy sex life outside of it, and why shouldn't he? It was only natural after all. Emma might have taken a seeming vow of abstinence worthy of any nun, but that didn't mean other people did. She knew that, and she fervently squashed that annoying little voice in her ear, that proclaimed she'd only sworn off men since Shane's arrival. Ever since he'd held that ladder for her—a mere four months ago—and Em had irrevocably fallen in lust at first sight, no other man had passed muster. Not that she had been particularly active in that department, but Emma used to have fun. She frowned at the direction her thoughts were taking, and slammed the door shut on them. No good would come of it. She was so not going to dwell on how easy it would be to allow herself to fall in love with the man towering over. Lust was one thing, love… therein lay nothing but heartache. She wrenched her gaze up to Shane's face, and all conscious thought fled her befuddled brain.
Emma had no idea what had changed between them, but there was no mistaking the blatant lust in Shane's eyes as he smiled down at her, and she held her breath when he dipped his head again and whispered his next words.
"What if the old coot is neither old nor a coot, and wants to do all sorts of dirty things to you, that he should have no business thinking, let alone acting on? Then what will you do?"


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Hmm, what will she do, do you think?

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Tuesday, 22 April 2014

#TantalizingTuesdays - Come to me...

Happy Tuesday, folks.

Today crept up on me somewhat, so I have resurrected an old flash. Enjoy :-)

(Source: Facebook
Original Source Unknown)


Nothing more than a growled whisper on the breeze, the deeply seductive sound wrapped itself round her senses. Darts of awareness pricked her skin, and left gooseflesh in its wake. It was the voice from her dreams that left her wet and wanting something just out of her reach. The voice she'd followed as though she was in her dream, into the forbidden forest, and down the twisting path that had led her to this clearing.
Surrounded by the delicious fragrance of wild flowers, she'd been lulled into a false sense of security. Too late she remembered the warnings of wood nymphs and the trapped spirit of the willow.
"Come to me."
The melodic voice washed away her rising anxiety, and without conscious thought she got to her feet, and left the sunny clearing behind. The coolness of the forest engulfed her, as the trees closed their branches, and barred her escape.
A whisper of a caress lifted her hair, and she leant into the air shimmering around her. Stunned she watched it morph into the naked form of a man. Tall, muscular, and gorgeous, he enveloped her in his being, and she simply let go.
"Welcome home, my love."




 Tantalizing Tuesday Authors use a photo prompt to tease in 200 words. Please click on the graphic to check out the other fabulous participating authors.


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Monday, 21 April 2014

Secrets Shared with @RavenMcAllan #bdsm #series @Totally_Bound #newrelease

Happy Easter Monday, folks. I have the awesome Raven McAllan back on my blog today to talk to you about what she likes best - to write.

Enjoy! Over to you, Raven....

*****

Well, Happy Easter everyone. I hope Easter was everything you wanted it to be.

Here in Scotland we had sun. I kid you not. Okay it was probably our one day of summer (yes in April) but we all enjoyed it.

Now it's back to work.

Not that I mind because I reckon I have one of the best jobs in the world.

I write.

I'd like to say, I create worlds and characters, stories and happy ever afters, but actually, that wouldn't strictly be true. I'm a pantster, and incredibly character driven. Oh I might say I create them and plot their lives but it doesn't happen like that. I might be shouted at in the middle of the night (that's usual) and know who my next story is about, but believe me when I say, I write what they tell me. The number of times I have no idea where my WIP is going, or it veers off at a tangent, is probably every story I type.

Secrets Shared, Book one in the Diomhair series which is now up for pre order on www.totallybound.com is no exception. I had no idea what Jess had been up to, or why. I didn’t even know the secrets of Diomhair, (Gaelic for Secret) the castle until they told me. Or that you pronounce Diomhair, well as best as I can write it phonetically, Jeever with the J soft shhhh like.



Secrets Shared is the first book of six, if of course they're all accepted. Book two, Secrets Uncovered, is out in July. Book three, Secrets Remembered is with Totally Bound for consideration. No nails, inbox stalking time…

However I'm here to be all proud and chair swivel jiggling about book one…

So, without further ado (as they say on TV somewhere), here's the blurb and a wee tease…

They say never share a secret. Sometimes though, it’s the only thing to do.

Jess is looking forward to her night out clubbing with her best friend, but her anticipation turns to dismay when she realizes the venue is a BDSM club not the disco she’d envisioned. After a disastrous experience with the lifestyle in her past, she’s adamant she wants nothing to do with it now.
David agreed to pick up his friend’s sister as a favour, and is surprised to find himself instantly attracted to the fiery Jess. The experienced Dom recognizes Jess’ bluster for what it is—fear. There is no doubt in his mind that Jess is submissive, but getting her to accept that fact will take some doing.
David is determined to help her, but it is up to Jess to accept. When Jess does give in to her secret desires, can she truly let go and be the sub David is looking for, or will she hold onto her secrets?
At Diomhair you never know what will happen in the end.
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“So it’s always been vanilla, no contemplation of bondage or blindfolds?” he asked her in a mild tone. “You said one of each first, so no same sex fantasies? No threesomes or voyeurism? Strange after you admitted you and Kath had once been a couple. No more, pure basics now, eh? That’s your sex life in a nutshell is it?”
Her heartbeat faltered and she swallowed, trying to work some wetness into her mouth. He made it sound boring, not safe.
“In, out and roll over?” David smiled. “That seems weird to me.”
 What does he know? “Yes, well, no and don’t go on. It’s what I want, so sue me. Nice, ordinary,”
“Boring.” David interjected.
She glared. “As I was saying, nice, ordinary, safe sex, thank you. Yes, there was a time when I had a female lover, and no, I don’t want one now. Nor do I want whipped, flogged, bound or gagged. Waxed, scored, scratched or whatever else goes on. Not. For. Me.” She knew her breathing was choppy, and it wasn’t just from fear.
David nipped her wrist. The pain was unexpected and Jess squealed. “That bloody hurt.” She pushed his hand away and rubbed her skin. “What the fuck did you do that for?” He was seriously heading for an assault charge if he wasn’t careful.
“Because I haven’t got time to put you over my lap and give you the spanking you deserve for lying. Open and honest, remember.”
 Oh, she remembered only too well, and he could go fly. “Well if you want to go spank someone, go find yourself a sub, mister. This is as open and honest as you’ll get. What the fuck are you doing?” Jess took his hand and moved it from where he’d been tracing erotic circles around her breast. “Listen, mate, I don’t subscribe to the three strikes and you’re out. I subscribe to the touch me and I’ll sue you school of thought. You’re out of order. Don’t touch me.” Her voice rose and ended on what to her annoyance was a sob not a defiant shout. “I cannot take this.” Jess put her hand onto the cushioned seat and tried to lever herself upward. The sofa didn’t cooperate, and she settled down again and glared at him.
He grinned. “Even my furniture is against you, eh? C’mere.” He pulled her close and hugged her. Not in anyway sexual but a nice comforting hug. To her amazement, Jess relaxed. For the first time in longer than she dare think about, she let herself be held. She didn’t shake, didn’t feel sick and didn’t pull away. It was nice. Of course it wouldn’t last. Jess hated the way he’d lulled her into a false sense of security. She turned her head and let her cheek rest on the fine, soft silk of his shirt. He stroked her hair and Jess was nigh on ready to purr. Her nipples puckered and she was darned sure more than her underwear would be damp. If this is him not coming on to me, heaven help me if he does. And let me pray there’s no tell tale stain on my trousers. I’d die of shame.
“So who hurt you?” David used his free arm to hold her across the shoulders, and kissed the nape of her neck. He spoke casually, as if he was asking her the time.
All of her contentment dropped away like a stone flung into a river. She struggled against him.
“No one, just you. Let me go, you asshole, you’re hurting me.”


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Sunday, 20 April 2014

#SexySnippets from The Mating Project (The Projects, 3) #mmf #shifter @evernightpub


First off, for those of you, who celebrate it, Happy Easter!

Now without further ado, I bring you another snippet from The Mating Project. Forgive me, it's slightly longer than seven sentences again. To set the scene, Malachi has finally lost his cool. Maria is flung over his shoulder...

"Put me down, you damn mutt. You can't do this. Put me down!"
"Damned, I am. This is true no doubt, but I suggest you stop struggling, princess, before the first thing I do when I get you inside is spank that delicious ass of yours, until you won't be able to sit down."
He bit back his own groan when the wetness between her legs increased. His wolf whined, and Malachi was surprised his dick hadn’t punched through the zipper of his jeans. Fuck it, he wanted her, and he'd damn well have her. This whole stupidity ended tonight. He might not be able to allow his wolf to mark her, but he could and would fuck her.



 Being together could mean death to them all, but walking away is not an option…

Bloodlines need to be protected at all costs and as a true-blood cougar Maria is expected to mate with a council-approved shifter. Too bad the one chosen makes her skin crawl for all the wrong reasons.

But running away already landed her in hot water once before. Wolf shifter Malachi Luca saved her life ten years ago, and then promptly disappeared with her heart. So much for true love.

Now time is running out and Maria is feeling the strain. Seducing Professor Silas Deacon should be a welcome distraction except the human turns out to be her mate, too.

And that damn wolf—yeah he's back and determined to claim both his cat and his human. What's a girl to do? Fight for love and enjoy the awesome sex, of course.

Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), m/m sex, bondage, spanking, anal sex

Available from Evernight  Amazon  Amazon UK  ARe  Bookstrand


*****


Do check out the other Authors participating today, and why not join us next week? Sexy Snippets are seven sexy sentences taken from a work in progress or published work.

Saturday, 19 April 2014

Spotlight on The Beta's Beloved #newrelease @AuthorRBrochu #mm #shifter @evernightpub

How is your weekend going, folks? Are you looking for a nice little hot mm shifter story by any chance? I have the awesome Rebecca Brochu on my blog today with her brand new release, The Beta's Beloved, so grab a cuppa and have a read.



Blurb:
A year after Declan Adair crashed into Carson territory and into the alpha Law’s heart things have finally settled down.  Except for the fact that Trace Carson, Law’s brother and right hand wolf, is head over heels for the fiery but skittish Lachlan, Declan’s identical twin brother.  The entire pack, including both of their brothers, knows how Trace feels about Lachlan.  The only problem is that Lachlan seems completely oblivious to Trace’s interest.
Trace, in a final attempt to woo the elusive Lachlan, whisks him away to the northern reaches of the territory and a remote cabin deep in the heart of the forest.  Trace hopes that he can convince Lachlan to give him the chance he needs to prove himself before someone else swoops in and takes his beloved away.  Trace will do anything to prove to Lachlan that he can be the man and the wolf for him. 

Excerpt:
They were both panting when he finally broke the kiss. Lachlan’s face was flushed, and his eyes were bright, and he was so beautiful Trace could barely breathe.
“Can I?” Trace asked as he let Lachlan go so he could trail his hands down the smooth line of Lachlan’s chest to fiddle with the waistband of his borrowed sweat pants.
Lachlan nodded his agreement and Trace slowly hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down and off. He tossed the pants in the direction of the couch, attention focused on the way Lachlan’s half hard cock bobbed against the smooth line of his stomach. Trace relished the hiss Lachlan released when he wrapped a hand around his cock and tugged. Lachlan was smooth in his hand, hot and hard and utterly tempting. He swiped his thumb across the head and grinned when Lachlan moaned and bucked up into his grip. Trace watched the way Lachlan’s eyes fluttered closed and couldn’t help but frown lightly at the way he bit lightly at his lower lip in an effort to stay quiet.
“Don’t do that.” Trace thumbed at Lachlan’s mouth with his free hand as he twisted his other to give Lachlan’s cock a firm upstroke. “I want to hear you.”
Lachlan moaned loudly in response, pushed his hips up lightly into the firm grip that Trace had on his cock. He didn’t try to stifle himself again, and Trace had to ignore the way his own cock throbbed with want at the sounds Lachlan emitted as he stroked him.
Trace moved out from between Lachlan’s thighs so he could settle onto the rug beside him. He played with Lachlan lazily for a few moments, did his best to remember every twitch and shudder he managed to wring out of him. Lachlan’s flush grew, spread across the high arches of his cheeks and down his neck and chest. He could smell Lachlan’s arousal in the air still, thicker than ever before, could feel the way Lachlan was approaching the edge, muscles tense and breathing heavy.
Trace pushed him further along with a few more strokes and then he abruptly stopped. Lachlan whined at him in protest, bucked his hips up and tried to entice him back, but Trace just grinned down at into his flushed face. Trace leaned down and took Lachlan’s mouth in another deep kiss. Before he pulled back Trace grabbed one of Lachlan’s hands and guided it towards Lachlan’s cock.
“I want to watch,” Trace rasped. Lachlan jerked and stared up at him in surprise, but Trace just leaned over and ran the flat of his tongue across Lachlan’s nipple. “I want you to do it.”


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Friday, 18 April 2014

Flash Fiction Friday - Choices ... choices.... #FFF

Happy Friday, folks. Here is your flash for today.



Her heart leapt in her throat seeing the conditions the men had to work in. The heat was unbearable in the shade of her palanquin. Even with the gentle breeze created by the palm bearer perspiration pooled between her breasts and in the hollow of her back. One slave caught her attention. His ebony skin gleamed in the sunlight, and there was defiance in his gaze as he stared straight back at her.
Her heart beat faster the longer she stared at him.
"Have you made up your mind, your highness?" her aide asked.
She smiled.

"Yes, I want him."

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Friday Flashers have 100 words to tell a story from the provided picture prompt. Do check out the other flashers. You won't be disappointed. :-)
Till next week, folks.



D x  

Wednesday, 16 April 2014

#MWTease from The Mating Project (The Projects, 3) #shiftermenage @evernightpub




These weeks are just flying by. I find it hard to believe that the kids are in their second week of their Easter holidays already, and will be back at school this time next week. Anyhoo, it's Wednesday and that means it's time to tease you all, thanks to our fabulous host, Sandra Bunino.

I'm going to share another tease from The Mating Project. Now, I don't know about you, but I love a good villain, and this story has a great one. His influence will still be felt in the next story of this series.

To set up the scene, Maria is at her parent's place for a family only dinner. Unbeknownst to her, her father has invited Anton de Souza, the man he has chosen to be Maria's mate... and she is not very happy about this, especially as she's already secretively mated to Silas!

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Her dad in particular seemed most uncomfortable. He might have given his blessing to Anton to persuade her into mating with him, but he wanted what was best for her, she knew that. In his eyes, having his only daughter mated to an original would protect her and give her the status he wanted for her. Too bad Maria had never cared much for the status quo.
"I'm fine, thank you." Her reply came out far too forced, and the pressure on her elbow increased enough to leave bruises on her sensitive skin.
In her head Silas's worry increased tenfold. She should be annoyed that he was still probing, and Lord only knew how he did it, considering the man himself was miles away, but having them here calmed Maria's agitated beast. All she had to do was get through this walk, keep De Souza at arm's length, and then she could get out of here.
Sounded easy enough, but an army of butterflies started a merry dance in her tummy the minute Anton let go of her arm and helped to pull her chair back. Oh yes, the perfect gentleman, but her skin still stung where his fingertips had dug into her arm. However, two could play this game, and Maria was neither a coward nor a pushover, so she smiled up at him, downed the contents of her wine glass with a mutinous glare toward her father, and stalked off to the outside.
Anton followed with the quiet stealth of his animal, and Maria shook her head to clear it off the alcohol induced fogginess, when the fresh air hit her straight in the gut. The world swayed slightly, and Anton was right there, a solid wall behind her.
They were still in view of the dining room, and as far as their onlookers could tell, Anton was merely making sure she didn't fall, but the heavy erection digging into her ass told of other intents. As did the hand he wrapped around her hair and tugged her along with, down the path, and out of sight.
It took a few moments for Maria to get her bearings, but by the time he spun her up and into the sheltered gazebo her mind was clear again. Her scalp stung with the sheer force of his hold on her, and the breath left her lungs with a whoosh when he slammed her against the side of the wooden structure. The slats dug into her bare back, and she flinched as the rough texture took the first few layers of epidermis with her. The pressure on her scalp seized, and he yanked her arms up instead and kicked her legs apart. Every fiber of her being tensed when he inhaled against her neck and then licked along her jaw line. His eyes glowed in the dim light of the setting sun, and Maria swallowed down the bile clogging her throat.
"The perfume was a nice trick, but did you really think I couldn't smell him on you?" His smile could only be described as evil incarnate. "His stink is all over you. You can't fool me, my sweet."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Anton."
His laugh chilled her to the bone.
"Of course you do, but that's okay. I'll let you have your little bit of fun—for now." As abruptly as he grabbed her, he released her, and Maria darted away from him to the opposite side of the gazebo. This had always been her favorite place to hide out as a child, but right now, she wanted to tear the damn thing to the ground.
"I shall make this simple for you, sweet thing." She grimaced at the inane pet name. "I've been after Silas Deacon for ages. I want him on the Mating Project, and you, my sweet little Maria, will make sure he agrees to my terms, or…"
He flashed his elongated canines at her, and Maria knew full what he meant.
"What makes you think you can threaten me? You just wait ‘til my father hears of this, he'll—"
"He'll what?" Anton interrupted her and leant back against the very place he'd held her captive, and lit up one of the sickly cigars he favored. He took a deep draft and then crossed the measly distance between them in one leap and blew the smoke straight into her face.
Maria's eyes watered, and her lungs burned as she coughed the smoke she'd inadvertently inhaled, back up again.
"I'm an original, Maria. Your father is a mere councilor, and whilst he has influence it won't reach very far. What do you think the council will say to the fact the he has allowed his only daughter and a pure blood cougar to boot, to run about town screwing whoever she fancied for the last ten years? Somehow I don't think they'll be too pleased, will they, now?"
He paused again, and his eyes bled back to their usual silver grey orbs. His stare was no less menacing, though, and Maria crossed her arms and inched away from him some more.
"So I tell you how it will be. You will make sure Deacon signs up to the project, and I will let him live." He smiled at her gasp. "I'll even let you fuck him for a while, and once he's signed the contract, you and I will be mated in front of the council, and then, my little cat, you're all mine."
Cold sweat trickled down Maria's back, and hearing Silas's pet name for her coming from this man's lips turned her stomach.
"Don't you dare call me that, and you're deluded if you think you'll get away with this. I'd rather kill myself than sleep with you."
If Maria had thought to get a reaction out of him she was mistaken. Nothing seemed to shake this guy, and her cat whimpered and burrowed in deeper into her skin.
"Words are easy, little cat." He chuckled to himself when she flinched at the moniker. "And if you really have a death wish that can be arranged. Once you've given me a litter of cubs. You're strong and healthy, and your family is clearly fertile, unlike the dud I was married to before. Stupid bitch couldn't carry one of my babies to term."
Maria closed her eyes and shook her head. No, this was a nightmare. He couldn't be allowed to get away with any of this. She wouldn't let him. Malachi would know what to do. How she could be so sure of that, she had no idea, but it gave her the strength to summon her cat. The animal snarled, and Maria growled at Anton. His stoic smile slipped slightly when she unsheathed her claws and cut that vile cigar in half.
"Those will kill you, and if they don't, I will. No one threatens what's mine, original or not."





Being together could mean death to them all, but walking away is not an option…

Bloodlines need to be protected at all costs and as a true-blood cougar Maria is expected to mate with a council-approved shifter. Too bad the one chosen makes her skin crawl for all the wrong reasons.

But running away already landed her in hot water once before. Wolf shifter Malachi Luca saved her life ten years ago, and then promptly disappeared with her heart. So much for true love.

Now time is running out and Maria is feeling the strain. Seducing Professor Silas Deacon should be a welcome distraction except the human turns out to be her mate, too.

And that damn wolf—yeah he's back and determined to claim both his cat and his human. What's a girl to do? Fight for love and enjoy the awesome sex, of course.

Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), m/m sex, bondage, spanking, anal sex

Available from Evernight  Amazon  Amazon UK  ARe  Bookstrand

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Do check out the other fabulous teasers this week.

Happy Reading

D xx