Like I said last week I'm featuring some of the fabulous authors of Evernight Publishing's latest Anthologies Alpha's Claim.
Today it's the lovely Jorja Lovett's turn to share an excerpt from her story with us. Enjoy!
Alpha's Claim Anthology
Blurb:
Strength. Power. Domination.
The shifters in our Alpha's Claim anthology have one thing in common—they won't take “no” for an answer. Whether they lead packs of their own, or whether they walk a solitary path, these alphas won't let anyone stop them from claiming their women.
Lose yourself in these ten sinfully delicious love stories. After all, who could deny an Alpha?
I can't resist Evernight
Publishing's anthologies. Especially when they put out a call for yummy Alpha
shifters. My story in the anthology is Extinction.
Here's a little snippet…
Extinction
"You have nothing to be
ashamed of." The look Lucas shot her pinged Holly's nipples into points
against the flimsy fabric of her nightwear.
"You saw me naked?"
Regardless of whether his tale was true or not, she hated that there was a
possibility he had seen her at her most vulnerable.
"I think that makes us even,
don't you?" He clutched the pillow closer to his groin. She'd have to
remember to put the cover in the wash tomorrow.
"So, you've seen me in the
nip, and I've seen you. It's been fun, but could you please fuck off now? It's
been a long day." She wanted to crawl back into bed and pretend the past
twenty-four hours had never happened.
"I didn't realize losing my
father's funding would cause you such hardship. I'm sorry I upset you. That
wasn't my intention." He had seen her tears after all. Bugger. That put her on the back foot.
"What did you think was going
to happen? That we would put the flags out and celebrate our independence? As
much as I detest saying it, we rely on your contribution to fund the project
here." She had to set her weapon down so she could wipe away some more
stupid tears.
"I'm still trying to get over
the loss of my father. I guess I was trying to make it easier on myself by
cutting a lot of ties to him. Listen, do you have something I can wear? It's
impossible to have a serious conversation when I'm standing here with my balls
in my hand." He peered at her from under lowered lids, sounding strangely
vulnerable.
Maybe he wasn't such a cold hearted
bastard after all. She knew she would go completely doolally if anything
happened to her parents. That still didn't make it any more appropriate for him
to be stark bollock naked in her bedroom. The sooner he covered up his six-pack
and that happy trail of hair dipping from his navel, the quicker she could
resume hating him. She grabbed her robe from behind the bedroom door and threw
it at him.
"Thanks." He dropped the
pillow to catch it in both hands.
Fuck
a duck! Holly tried to avert her eyes, but she
could still see his junk swinging about in
her peripheral vision as he dressed.
"I think I'll go put the kettle on."
Author
Bio:
Jorja Lovett is a British author with both Irish and Scottish roots, which makes for a very dry sense of humour. Writing since she was old enough to wield a pen, it wasn't until she joined her crit group, UCW, that she pursued her passion seriously.
Now, with Joe Manganiello as her permanent muse, if she can leave the pause button on her Magic Mike dvd long enough, she hopes to spend the rest of her days writing steamy romances.
I love this. Jorja has a way of drawing me, making me giggle and need a fan all at the same time. Def on my TBR
ReplyDeleteThanks, Raven :)
ReplyDeleteThis is going on my wish list too! Great excerpt...says she fanning herself.
ReplyDeleteThanks SusieJ! :D
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