*does the release day shimmy*
Strength. Power. Experience.
No obstacle is too great when an alpha male decides what he wants, and these dominating men are so sexy and irresistible, no woman would dare think of anything but submission. Billionaires, Doms, and mobsters alike aggressively go after the women they want, and they will stop at nothing to fully possess them and make them beg for more.
Come and find out how good it feels to be HIS.
Be Warned: anal sex, menage sex, BDSM, sex toys, spanking
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I'm in such fabulous company with this anthology, I'm quite giddy with excitement. Evernight Anthos are always a treat and this one is no exception. I can't wait to sit down and read all the other stories in this anthology.
For now, here is a an excerpt from my story - The Proposal.
Lara is late for her appointment with Jamison Harold, the man who quite literally holds the future of her firm in his hands. She needs this contract like the very air she breathes. Everything rests on this proposal.
The tiger shifter she encounters in the lift cannot be her mate, no matter what her hormones are screaming at her.
She manages to run from temptation, but destiny cannot be outrun. Will her late arrival ruin her future or be the start of a brand new one?
Lara shifted from foot to foot, uncomfortable under his close scrutiny. She looked a mess. Surely it should be a law or something that a woman looked her best when she met her mate?
She sensed rather than saw him shift his large frame behind his desk.
“Let me see these proposals then, Lara.”
The way her name rolled off his tongue had her insides tighten in need, and she squeezed her thighs together to relieve the ache between her legs.
“Proposals?” she asked.
His smile was sin itself and Lara had to remind herself to breathe. He was utterly gorgeous, and her tiger wanted nothing more than to wrap herself around him and drink in his essence.
“This is why you came here, Lara? You’re not clutching those files just to shield your luscious curves from me, are you?” He winked at her, and Lara gasped.
“No, of course not.”
His smile deepened and he tipped his chair back and rested his large feet on his desk. Lara didn’t miss the not so subtle adjustment of the bulge straining against the zipper of his trousers, before he interlinked his long fingers and rested his forefingers on his lips. It drew her attention to his full, sensuous mouth, and she had to clear her throat several times before she could continue.
Something in the quiet way he was studying her gave her the umph to fight for what she came here for. There was little doubt they would act on the sexual pull between them. The air fair crackled with their chemistry, their tigers straining to connect in all the ways they would.
However, she had come here to fight for this contract, a contract her firm desperately needed. Ruthlessly she squashed down her agitated beast and launched into her well-practiced pitch.
Half an hour later Lara held her breath, as Jamison stood at the floor to ceiling windows. With one hand braced on the glass and the other hanging loose by his side he looked a picture in concentration. If only she knew what he was thinking. Her employees were depending on her, and she had been so befuddled by his aura that she was sure to have fluffed her pitch.
This was business and she knew without the shadow of a doubt that he would not let his emotions or his cock rule his decisions. He had shown her that in a myriad of ways during her presentation. In the intent way he listened to her, his pertinent questions, and the careful way he hadn’t touched her, not once. Had he done so she would have lost it completely.
As it was her body was a mass of sensation, coiled for action. Her tiger had never been so close to the surface, and she wasn’t surprised to look into the eyes of his beast when he finally turned round. She knew he would see the same need reflected in her eyes.
“You make an excellent case, Lara,” he finally said and smiled. A smile that showed his fangs, and her stomach hollowed out. Her tiger almost purred in submission and Jamison’s answered. They stood staring at each other until finally Jamison broke the silence with a hoarse, “The contract is yours, my tigri.”
Lara shut her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. She sensed his approach rather than heard it. As silent as any predator, he circled her, and when his hands settled on her shoulders, she let her head fall back against his chest. He lifted her hair off her damp neck, and she panted her need when he ran his fangs along the sensitive skin there.
“Mine,” he growled.
Okay, normal service can now be resumed.