Max’s Desire by Elyzabeth M. VaLey #alpha #PNR #romance @ElyzabethVaLey @evernightpub

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Alpha Protectors, 3

How can a man love a succubus without literally losing his heart? 

Alpha Protector Max almost died during his last mission to Lust’s hellish lair, but the worst torture was his failure to save Eva, a young woman who begged for his help. When he meets her again in Spain, he discovers two things. One, she is his mate. Two, she is also a succubus.

Though Eva has not come into her full power, her love could still be fatal. For how long will he be able to defy her allure? 

Pleasure is Eva’s business. Love isn’t. 

Although unaware of her true nature, as a luxury escort, she is used to men falling at her feet. Yet, Max doesn’t. Though his attraction mirrors hers, the soldier does things differently and she can’t help falling for him.

And Eva is terrified by her recurring nightmares. When someone from her past shows up, and the dreams become reality, there is only one thing that can save Max’s heart.

Be Warned: forced seduction

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Thank you for having me at your blog today! I’m here to talk about Max’s Desire, where sex, demons, art and a vibrant European city all come together.

As a writer, one of the most important things when writing paranormal romance is finding the balance between fantasy and reality. There has to be a connection. In Max’s Desire that link occurs when Max travels to Madrid, Spain and meets Eva.

Together, the pair explore the city I have lived in for the past ten years. They visit places I have seen and walked through: Calle Alcala, the rooftop terrace in Santa Ana, the Prado Museum…

 I can’t wait to share it with all of you!

 

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Alpha Protectors follows the story of the Guardians. An elite unit of paranormal soldiers created to balance out the forces between good and evil. Their mission in life is to protect the people, both human and supernatural, from the influence of the seven Sins: Pride, Lust, Wrath, Greed, Sloth, Envy, and Gluttony.

Not only do they have to fight evil, but also their own demons, which can be much worse.

Each novel can be read as a standalone.

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Excerpt:

“What happened?”

She chuckled, self-deprecating, and shifted her gaze. “I had a nightmare.”

“Must have been quite vivid.”

Her bottom lip trembled and she sucked it in.

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me about it.”

“I panicked. It was stupid, really. I don’t even remember much anymore, but when I woke up.” She shuddered. “I was screaming your name.”

“So you called me.”

Her eyes locked with his, shimmering with undisguised concern.

“I thought something had happened to you.”

Max smiled. He rubbed her cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“I’m perfectly fine, and I’m glad you called me. I was in the subway, which is why I didn’t answer.”

He spoke the truth. He’d been on his way to one of the portals hidden in the city, so he could go to the academy and do some research. When he’d received her call, he’d turned back. “How come you fell asleep? I thought you had to get ready for work.”

Eva pressed her lips tightly and squirmed on his lap. Max’s jaw dropped as her welcoming heat caressed his groin through his jeans. He gawked at Eva, taking in her flimsy attire. She hadn’t closed her robe, and the silky material gaped at the front, revealing soft, pink flesh, from the curve of her breasts to the dip of her stomach and lower. Max swallowed. Desire pumped through his veins at the speed of lightning, his cock growing at an equally alarming rate.

“I canceled my date tonight,” she said.

“How—” Max coughed. “Sorry. How come?”

She shrugged and moved again. Her lips parted soundlessly. No doubt she’d noticed the wedge of his erection. Her eyes narrowed and she grinned.

“Well, I wasn’t in the mood to go out, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Eva—”

“I called in sick. I couldn’t bear the idea of being touched by another man.” She gave him one of her practiced coy looks. “I also masturbated to you.”

Max dropped his arms to his sides. Maybe if he didn’t touch her, he’d escape temptation. She leaned forward, rubbing against him.

“You want me,” she stated. “And I want you,” she purred.

“Eva, it’s not a good idea.”

“Why?” She pouted.

Why indeed? How did he explain his fear? How did he tell his mate that yes, he wanted to make love to her but was afraid she’d rip him apart?

Eva placed her hands on his shoulders.

“We won’t fuck if you don’t want to, but let me touch you, please you in other ways.”

She ran her hands across his chest, rubbing the hilt of her palm against his straining nipples. Max threw his head back, swallowing his groan. His cock throbbed relentlessly, desperate to be inside of her.

“Please?”

She brushed her mouth over his, a light feather touch which made his heart pound, quieting the voice in his head. Eva rolled her hips, rubbing against him. Taking hold of his hands, she placed them on her hips. His fingers flexed, then slid beneath her robe to her ass, massaging the firm globes. Her gasp fueled his passion. He dipped lower, finding her slick folds.

“Max.”

His thoughts fled, his mind becoming blessedly blank and focused on only one thing: his mate.  He pushed a digit into her, then another.

“So wet, kitten.”

“Yes, for you.”

Max pulled out and licked her cream. Musky and sweet, it was better than anything he’d ever had.

“Fuck me,” she begged.

“Not yet.”

Grasping the back of her head, he angled her mouth and kissed her hard. Eva snaked her hands beneath his t-shirt. They glided across his abdomen, heading north.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she declared.

She tugged on his shirt and he swept it off.

“Oh my God, Max.”

He froze. Fuck. How could he have forgotten?

 

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About Elyzabeth M. VaLey

Elyzabeth M. VaLey is a writer of sizzling, sexy romance who firmly believes in happy ever after.  From paranormal to contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters’ darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all that comes between them and their love.

When she’s not writing, she can be found walking in the Spanish countryside with her black Lab, exploring castles, or enjoying some tapas with her friends.

 

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And Now You’re Mine by Annie Harland Creek #PNR #Vampires #RomanceBooks @HarlandCreek @evernightpub

Annie Harland Creek lives on the NSW Central Coast with her very supporting husband and two of her grown children. She loves spending time with her granddaughters who live with their parents within walking distance of Nannie and keep her on her toes.

As a former Shotokan Karate Instructor, she loves to write about strong women who prefer to fight their own battles. Her family shares a love of weapons, the nastier the better, but her home is also filled to the brim with books.

Raised to enjoy reading and learning about the supernatural, it seemed logical to eventually write her own stories. After completed University, graduating with a BA in English and Ancient History, she entered and won a short story writing competition which gave her the confidence to submit her work to publishers. In 2017, she had two Paranormal books published by Evernight Publishing, Kiss of death and The Art of Seduction and was Runner in the Evernight Publishing Fifth Annual Readers’ Choice award for best Mainstream book. This year she has two new books out. Take Back the Night and the latest release, And Now You’re Mine. Her vivid imagination ensures that she will continue writing for many years to come.

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And Now You’re Mine

From the moment the locket burns her palm, Evangeline knows it holds some type of power. Time is running out for her mother and the money she’s already made using her telekinesis to scam the rich is not nearly enough for the expensive medical care. The strange medallion may be the answer to her prayers.

A nocturnal visit from an ancient vampire – known as the Enforcer – who demands the locket, convinces her that it’s worth much more than she’d originally hoped. Even as they strike a bargain, she realizes that she’s playing with fire. Other vampires fear Christoff Berg and, his swift justice is legendary. Will he be her savior or executioner?

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“Cut the crap, Chris. There’s more to this locket than you’re telling me.” She dug her fingers into her hips and took a deep breath. “I’m prepared to sell you the locket, for a price.”

His answer surprised her.

“Name it.”

Well, that was easier than I thought. He must be desperate. “No, you start the ball rolling. Make me an offer and we’ll go from there.”

“Ten thousand dollars.”

“Ten thousand?” She heard the catch in her voice and silently berated herself. That was the starting offer? How high would he go?

“Sorry, sweet cheeks.” She raised her hand, palm up and motioned higher. “Keep going.”

His expression remained stoic. “Thirty thousand dollars.”

Her heart beat double-time as she tried to raise the bid. “Fifty thousand. And, a steak dinner.”

He tilted his head to one side and frowned. “You’re still hungry?”

She balled her hand into a fist and tapped it to his forehead. “Tomorrow you bring me fifty thousand cash and take me to one of those fine places you talked about. Then, I’ll give you the amulet.”

He held out his hand, which she accepted. When he refused to let go, she squared her shoulders and looked up at him with her good eye.

“Was there something else?”

“I agree to those terms but, only if you agree to my conditions.”

Her breath hitched. What did he want from her? Blood?

“What conditions?”

He pulled her in closer, his cheek against hers as he whispered into her ear. “I want the same deal as the pawn broker.”

Evangeline gasped as a wave of molten heat travelled down her navel and pooled between her legs. Her breasts felt impossibly heavy. Arousal soaked her panties.

“You want me to –”

 “Yes, min dyrebare. You will strip for me but, make no mistake, I am nothing like that loathsome degenerate. Don’t expect me to be satisfied by a glimpse of bosom. I want to see all of you. Every last inch of your flesh. Those are my conditions.”

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#NewRelease – Wrapped up in Stripes by Sarah Marsh #shifters #PNR @SM_fiction @evernightpub

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Wrapped Up in Stripes

by Sarah Marsh

Book One, Blue Valley Shifters Series

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Cover Art: Jay Aheer

Blurb:

As the daughter of the Alpha of the Blue Valley lion pride, Heidi should have the pick of the litter when it comes to dating, but her brothers think differently. Surprised with a trip on a very exclusive cruise, she’s excited to explore her fantasies. Bondage? Submission? Ménage? …yes, please! If this is her chance to experience everything she’s ever fantasized about, then Heidi is going to go for broke.

Who has time for pleasure? There’s far too much work to do. Wild Desires cruise line is having issues, and Mason and Wade plan to get to the bottom of it. They didn’t anticipate finding a lioness that has his tiger utterly fascinated. Neither of them seems to be able to resist the temptation sweet little Heidi presents.

Why fight fate when it presents them with such a tasty treat? —good thing they’ve always preferred to share.

 

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Excerpt:

“Wade!” she laughed as he bumped into the couch because he was too busy nibbling at her neck, “you’d better not drop me.”
“Ah, baby,” he gently placed her down on her feet once again, this time in front of a very large bed, “you know I’d gladly kiss any bumps or bruises better.”
“In fact,” Mason’s low, sexy baritone sent shivers down her spine. He had turned on a few small lamps, giving the room a low glow before he approached her. “Maybe we’d better check you over anyway, just to make certain you’re all right?”
Heidi’s heart was pounding now, her entire body aching for their touch. She stepped out of her shoes, kicking them to the side. The thin panties she’d worn tonight were already soaked through with desire, and glancing down at the dress pants both men wore didn’t help that situation at all. She could see the impressive outline of their hard flesh along their legs, and she longed to feel that firmness inside her.
“Hmm, yes, maybe you should check for yourself, then?” She smiled and turned around slowly, presenting them with her back and the strings that would untie her dress. Heidi had been fantasizing all through dinner whenever their fingers had played with that bow.
Wade groaned as he stepped closer and traced the criss-cross pattern of the strings along her back until he finally rested his hand at the top of her ass, the heat of it making her bite her lip to stifle her own reaction to his touch.
“Baby, since I first saw the back of this dress all I could think about was pulling on this little red bow,” he whispered, placing soft kisses on her bare shoulders.
“Every time one of you touched my back tonight, I imagined what it would be like if you had pulled on those strings right there at the table.” She closed her eyes and shared the forbidden place her fantasy had taken her.
“Oh? And then what would have happened?” Mason urged her on as his fingers ran a light path along her collarbone and then followed the edge of the neckline down, taking her breath away.
Just then, she felt the small tug at her dress that could only mean that Wade’s fingers were pulling on that bow, and when the pressure finally gave way, she could feel the strings along her neck move just a fraction.
“The dress would have slowly lowered,” she kept her eyes closed, imagining they were still in a restaurant full of people, “until it had pooled at my waist, revealing my bare breasts for you.”
Heidi felt the silky material of the dress move along her skin until it stopped at her waist, the cool air in the room causing her nipples to pebble. She still didn’t open her eyes as she heard the low purrs coming from her mates as she was bared to them.
“And then?” Wade’s voice was barely recognizable, thick with desire.
Heidi was almost panting at this point. She had never been this excited or turned on before, it was almost painful how much she wanted them, how her body longed to be joined to theirs. She supposed Mother Nature really didn’t pull any punches when it came to mating—it was glorious in its ferocity.
“Then you would put your mouth on me,” she whispered back, only seconds before she felt the tip of a warm tongue run a circle around her turgid nipple.
She slowly opened her eyes to see the inky darkness of Mason’s black hair in front of her as he finally closed his lips fully over her breast, his tongue playing with the sensitive flesh, making her moan out his name.
“We like that little fantasy of yours a great deal, baby, but I think we’re at our limit for restraint tonight,” Wade growled out the words and then released the strings holding up the rest of her dress, letting the silky red material float to the floor, leaving her in only her panties.
Mason drew hard on her breast before he let it go and moved his hands up to trace over the wet skin his mouth had left behind. “And we will be revisiting that fantasy, make no mistake, love. But look at you—I think you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Both men took a small step back, simply admiring her in a way no one ever had before. The heat in their eyes made her feel more beautiful than she had ever felt under a man’s gaze. It felt so natural to be with them like this, and her own beast preened inside of her. Heidi slowly brought her hands to the waist of her panties and ran a teasing finger along the inside of the lace.
“I think you both have way too many clothes on,” her eyes moved to where Wade was absently stroking his fingers along his covered cock as he watched her, “so I’m just going to take a time-out while you remedy that.”
Heidi first peeled down her panties, letting them drop to the floor beside her dress, and the tortured groans from both men as she slowly crawled onto the bed and up toward the headboard was exactly the reward she’d been hoping for.
Then she settled herself with her back resting against the headboard, looking forward to seeing her mates for the first time in all their naked glory. They certainly didn’t disappoint—both had intense expressions on their faces as they rid themselves of their ties and button-down shirts. Both strong bodies were darkly tanned and thickly muscled, although Wade’s physique was slightly bulkier than Mason’s refined lines. Their shoes and socks went second as their hands moved to their belts and Heidi suddenly had the urge to giggle as she felt like a kid on Christmas morning about to receive the best presents ever. When their zippers went down and revealed that both men were bare under those expensive slacks, it was her turn to groan, the lioness inside her wanting to taste her mates. She could see the thick roots of their cocks, and when they finally dropped those pants to the floor, her instincts found her crawling back towards them.
“That look on your face, love,” Mason’s voice was low and intense. “If you keep looking at us like you want to eat us up, I may end up embarrassing myself here.”
She watched his hand move down to stroke his thick cock, which was standing at attention. A small bead of moisture collected at the swollen head, and he groaned when she licked her lips, wondering what his flavor would be like. The drive to attack them both until they’d spent themselves inside her was overwhelming in its intensity. She needed them now, and there was simply no time for slow loving—her beast would not be swayed.
“I need to taste you both.”

 

 

Author Bio:

Sarah Marsh was born in British Columbia, she has only recently began her writing career finding it the perfect outlet for taking the edge off a nine to five office job. She’s been a science fiction and romance junkie for years and when her imagination started to take the characters she’d read about even further in their adventures she decided to try writing something of her own.

Sarah’s also a former pastry chef and spends a lot of time cooking and baking for friends and family as well as painting and knitting. Her biggest weaknesses are animals of any kind…she even loves the ones that wake you up at four in the morning because they can almost see the bottom of their food dish.

When it comes to life in general she’s a big believer that laughter is the best medicine and that there’s no such thing as too much love, which is why she’s such a sucker for a happy ending.

 

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Odd Man Out by @galestanley #PNR #LGBT #GayRomance #EroticRomance #NewRelease #shifters @changelingpress

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Ray and Jared were living the perfect life until Ray discovered his ability to shift. Now he dreams of his wolf every night, and lives in fear of the beast.

Remus is the only man who can help Ray control his inner wolf. But if they connect will Jared become the odd man out?

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EXCERPT

 

“Wake the fuck up! Come on, Ray, wake up.”

Jared gripped Ray’s upper arms and shook him again. No response. Nobody sleeps that soundly. For Christ’s sake, he looked catatonic, like the woman in The Fall of the House of Usher, who’s pronounced dead and then buried alive. Now Jared was scared. He considered throwing cold water on him, maybe calling for an ambulance. He shook Ray again.

Slowly, Ray opened his right eye. An explosion in Afghanistan took his left eye years ago.

“Jared?” Ray mumbled.

“Yeah, Jared. Were you expecting someone else?”

Ray looked around the room. He seemed confused.

“Snap out of it, man. I couldn’t wake you.”

“I’m awake. I’m awake.” Ray stretched. He looked like he wanted to go back to sleep.”

“You scared the hell out of me.”

“Sorry. I must have been dreaming.”

“Must have been some dream. There’s a wet spot on the bed.”

Ray checked the sheets. He looked surprised. “Sorry.”

“Forget it, Sexy.” Jared climbed into bed with him. “Tell me all the dirty details. I want to get off too.”

“You know I never remember my dreams.” Ray rolled out of bed. “I better change the sheets.”

Jared made a grab for him. “Later.”

Ray evaded him. “Look at the time, Jared.”

“You used to call me Baby?” Jared spoke more harshly than he intended.

“Fuck the sheets, and the time. We own the company. Let’s go in late. Better yet, let’s take the day off.”

“We can’t afford to close shop, even for one day. Too many P.I.’s in Jersey. The completion is killing us. ”

“We’re the new guys in town. All we need is a big profile case and the clients will be knocking our door down.”

“I hope so.” Ray headed toward the bathroom. “I’m gonna shower.”

“Come back, I’ll give you a tongue bath instead.”

The bathroom door slammed behind Ray. Worried, Jared lay back with his arms under his head. Ray never wanted to fuck anymore. He always had an excuse. I’m too tired. It’s late. I’m drunk. I have a headache.

The sex had been dwindling for months. Six months to be exact. Ever since Remus showed up and screwed up their lives. If he was just another man Jared could handle the competition, but Remus was larger than life, a superhero who’d come from Ray’s past to claim him.

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Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

Some things never change.

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Enemies come from many directions, but some are closer to home.

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Sarah shouldn’t consider marriage to the wrong man, but Will is inventive and murder is distracting.

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Throwback Thursday: The Big Blue by Anne Kane #PNR #Shifters #TBT @AnneKane @changelingpress

Tundra is a polar bear shifter with a hankering for some Big Blue.

 

2nd Edition: The Big Blue (Protect and Serve) by Anne  Kane

Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Artist: Bryan Keller
Genres: Paranormal, Suspense, Men and Women in Uniform
Length: 41 pages

Polar bear shifters are rare these days, and most of them keep a low profile. Tundra knows the rules, but tonight she needs to get laid and it will take a strong man to satisfy her.

Alec’s buddies call him the Big Blue, and they’re closer to the truth than most of them know. Trolls have a nasty reputation in this brave new world.

The very first time Tundra sees Blue, she knows she has to have him. What she doesn’t realize is that she’ll never want to let him go. When Alex goes to confront the head of a vicious Cabal, Tundra follows to make sure he doesn’t get hurt. After all, even a troll’s hide isn’t as thick as a polar bear’s.

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I stalked across the bar and hauled myself up onto one of the few empty barstools. It looked like the entire neighborhood had decided to drown their sorrows at the same time. At least that meant there was a good selection of men available. Good thing, because right now I was feeling hornier than a werewolf during the full moon, and pissed enough not to be too picky about whom I chose to spend the night with. Talks with my self-appointed guardian Tyrone always had this effect on me. Make that monologues. I don’t think I’d managed to get in more than two words during the entire fiasco.

I waved my hand to catch Sam’s attention, and motioned him to bring me a drink. Sam had been bartending at Joe’s Bar long enough to know what I wanted. I swiveled the chair and surveyed the room, considering my options. The three guys at the pool table weren’t bad looking, and there were a few likely candidates at a table in the far corner, but they all looked just a tad too civilized for my taste tonight. I was in the mood for something wild.

A gust of wind drew my attention to the door. The man who entered sent heat curling deep in my gut. Civilized was the last word that came to mind. Hard. Wild. Uncivilized. Yeah, those described him to a T.

A riot of dark hair curled all the way to the blue uniform stretched tight across his huge shoulders. He reminded me of the football players at the inner city stadiums, wide and covered with thick ropes of muscle. A tingle of anticipation raced through me. His dark eyes swept the room with cynical disinterest as he shouldered his way through the noisy crowd, and I found myself holding my breath as I waited for him to notice me.

“He’s trouble, Tundra. Don’t even think about it.” Sam slapped the beer down in front of me, breaking the spell.

“You know him?” I ignored the bartender’s frown. I was way past needing someone to vet my dates. “I don’t remember seeing him in here before.”

Sam nodded. “Alex is a loner, a beat cop down at the precinct. He doesn’t come in here often. Last time he did, it took me two days to clean up the mess.” He leaned forward, lowering his voice so I had to strain to hear his words. “I heard a rumor that there’s a troll somewhere in his family tree, and I’m inclined to believe it.”

“Really.” I swept my tongue across my suddenly dry lips as I watched the slide of tight material over his ass. “That could make things very… interesting.” Sam snorted and shook his head as I took a long pull on my drink. “That’s one word for it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

I laughed, throwing him a saucy grin as I slid off the barstool. “Warning duly noted. Wish me luck!” Turning my back on his disapproving frown, I wound my way through the dense crowd toward my target.

He’d taken a seat at a small table and was watching the trio at the pool table mangle a simple game of spots and stripes. One of the scantily clad waitresses swooped in to deposit a drink in front of him, bending forward so far that I fully expected her ample bosoms to fall out of the low-cut bodice of her dress. She had better not be under the impression that she stood a chance with him, because I was more than willing to get into a fight tonight. A little pre-coitus bloodshed would be just a bonus.

The man tossed some credits at her, and she flounced away to take orders from another table. I found myself feeling mildly disappointed. I hadn’t been in a good fight in at least two moons. Wouldn’t hurt to get in a little practice.

Reaching my destination, I pulled out the other chair at the table and sat down beside my target. I took my time assessing him close up, letting my gaze wander from the tips of his serviceable boots and up his muscular legs to the impressive bulge at his groin. Looked like I wouldn’t have to work too hard to get what I wanted.

I took another gulp of my beer and considered the vast expanse of his chest, barely covered by the tight uniform. A unicorn tattoo on his biceps seemed incongruous with the rough attitude, and being my usual tactful self, I decided not to mention it.

Yeah, right. Me? Tactful? “So what’s with the prissy little horse?” I nodded at the tattoo. “Lose a bet or something?”

I found myself staring into the darkest eyes I’d ever encountered; pools of liquid heat. For a moment, I thought I’d blown my chance of playing ride-em cowboy with him, but then the corners of his eyes crinkled and he let out a bellow of real, straight-from-the-gut laughter. It made him look even hotter, which I hadn’t thought possible. My libido kicked into high gear, and I could feel the liquid heat gathering at the apex of my thighs. Idly, I wondered if he’d go for the direct approach and save us both some time. I decided not to risk it.

“The prissy little horse has a certain sentimental value that I only share with close friends.” The man’s eyes swept over me with obvious interest. “Do I know you?”

I decided to play it cool and mysterious. Who knows? It worked on those old video flicks they showed on public TV. “Not yet, but the night is young.” Okay, that just sounded stupid. I smiled in what I hoped was a seductive manner. “My name is Tundra.”

A slow, sexy smile turned his face into an open invitation — one I had every intention of accepting. When he spoke, his voice had the smooth, deep inflection of a very old bottle of expensive whiskey. “That’s a very unusual name. Nice to meet you, Tundra.”

He held his hand out and I stared at it like an idiot. He wanted to shake hands? Not exactly what I’d envisioned, but hey, it was a start. I took his hand and shook it. It was big. Real big. Heat crawled up my spine as I imagined it caressing my breasts. Or sliding across my naked ass. “Nice to meet you too…” I arched my eyebrow as it occurred to me I had no idea what his name was.

The smile widened. “Alex. But most people just call me Big Blue.”

I took a long drink, letting the silence stretch out. “Big Blue. How interesting. Referring to your uniform, I assume?”

He chuckled. “Well, that would be the Blue part.”

“And the Big?” It took all my self-control to keep my gaze from straying to that thick bulge at his groin.

He kept eye contact, the grin on his face taking on a mischievous look as he reached for my hand and drew it slowly toward his lap. He didn’t say anything else. He didn’t have to. Under my questing fingers, that huge lump grew even bigger. Big Blue indeed! “Oh my.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Anne is a gorgeous supermodel who writes romance in her spare time while jetting around Europe with a string of boy-toys in tow.

Hmmm… no one is going to believe that. How about this?

Anne is an undercover agent for a super secret government agency and when not saving the world for democracy and all the good people, she writes romance one-handed on a special mini computer designed by a mad scientist just for her.

Yeah, that sounds way better. So, ignore the people who tell you she’s just an ordinary person with an extraordinary imagination. They’re just jealous because she gets to play with James Bond and vacation in exotic locations.

Honestly!

When she’s not busy saving the world or writing the next great novel, she likes to kayak, hike, ride motorcycles, swim, skate, practice karate, play her guitar, sing and of course, read.

You can find her online at:
Website: www.AnneKane.com
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Throwback Thursday: Chapter and Verse by Willa Okati #LGBT #GayRomance #PNR #werewolves #TBT @willaokati @changelingpress

Love between two Omegas is forbidden. But Carey’s determined to break all the rules.

 

Chapter and Verse (Omega Wolves 7) by Willa  Okati

Publisher: Changeling Press
Genres: Paranormal (Werewolves/Shifters), Gay
Length: 54 pages

Put aside by his former mate for his inability to bear children, Omega Lane retreated into the Alaskan interior and has lived there alone ever since. He’s a lone wolf and a hermit, not part of the world and no longer wanting to be.

Until Carey comes across his path. Younger, and also an Omega, Carey’s on the run from an Alpha who won’t take no for an answer. Though Carey thinks at first he might be pregnant, he soon learns that isn’t the case — instead, he’s going into heat.

Carey doesn’t want or trust an Alpha anywhere near him. Lane, who has kept his preference for Omegas hidden for years, is the only one Carey chooses to trust. But can Lane let Carey into his life after living alone for so long?

And what if Carey decides he doesn’t want to leave?

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EXCERPT

The entire point of living as a lone wolf in the interior of Alaska was the blessed solitude of it all. Lane hadn’t seen a face he didn’t know, and hadn’t been bothered by any familiar acquaintances for almost five years.

Until today.

Alaska boasted the only flag-stop trains still in existence in the United States. With a line running through the heart of the wilderness, would-be passengers who likely didn’t have piped water, much less Wi-Fi, could wait by the side of the tracks and flag down an oncoming train if they needed to go to town. Lane kept his visits to a strict quarterly schedule — biannual if he could manage it, and sometimes he could. But no matter how well anyone planned, they would eventually run out of essentials like coffee, and a trek couldn’t be avoided.

Of course, not knowing exactly when the train would come could mean hours of waiting in thigh deep snow, but those were the breaks.

Lane had just wrapped his fleece-lined coat more snugly around his narrow shoulders when there came a racket he hadn’t heard in years. It was so unfamiliar that at first he pricked up his ears in confusion, unable to identify the noise.

But when the Omega struggled free of his tree line, it all came flooding back. Lane’s lips parted in shock at the sight of a stranger on his property — and a clumsy one at that, clearly unused to walking in snow this deep, stumbling every other step and showing signs of having fallen flat on his face several times in recent hours.

So surprised was he that he couldn’t speak a word until the stranger had come within arm’s reach of him. The Omega stopped there and searched Lane’s face with desperate speed, then let his breath out in a puff of — relief?

“You’re not an Alpha,” the Omega said. He had a sweet voice made ragged from exertion. “You’re not an Alpha, are you?”

Lane’s teeth ached from the cold, and he finally remembered to close his mouth. “No. I’m not.”

The sound of his own voice was strange to him after three solid months of silence, but the words came out as they always had. Clipped, cool, precise. Emotionless. He knew how he must look, returning stare for stare with the Omega. Too tall, too thin, and too wiry for any kind of beauty, with a Madonna mouth and blue eyes like chips of frozen sky.

There wasn’t any way to avoid the impression of a disapproving monk, so he usually didn’t bother. He folded his hands in front of him and lifted his chin. “Who are you?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry. I know that was rude. But I had to be sure,” the Omega said in a rush, with an embarrassed shrug. “You look like an Alpha from a distance.”

“You don’t.”

The Omega paled and looked down at his boots. “Oh.”

Why is that a bad thing? Lane wondered. It was true. Small and slim and delicately shaped, this one shouted Omega from the second he came into sight. True, he would be better described as “cute” than pretty, with a spray of freckles across his nose and cheeks — and his hair! It looked like he must have worn it long, then tied it up in a ponytail and cut it off just above the band with a pair of kitchen scissors. Dull ones. “And you didn’t answer my question. Who are you?”

“I did answer. I said it doesn’t matter.” The Omega lifted his head, strong emotion giving his skin color despite the cold. “Where are you going?”

Lane considered not replying, but the old habits of politeness ran deep. “Talkeetna. For supplies.”

The Omega’s lips moved in what looked like a silent thank you. He made a sudden movement that culminated with his pressing a bundle of folded bills, mostly ones and fives, into Lane’s hand. “Buy my ticket for me with that. Please.”

Lane didn’t close his fingers around the money. “What on earth?”

“Please,” the Omega begged, casting a wary glance toward Lane’s tree line. “Please. You look like an Alpha from a distance.”

Yes, and being reminded of his failures wasn’t exactly winning him over to the Omega’s side. “It’s not the 1800s anymore. Omegas are allowed to buy their own tickets.”

“I know, I just — please.” The Omega tried to close Lane’s fist, his fingers slim and cold. No gloves? If he wasn’t a shifter, he would have succumbed to frostbite hours ago. Even so, he had the luck of the devil.

Lane pressed his lips together. “Who are you?” he asked for the third time. “What kind of trouble are you in?”

The Omega shook his head. “I can’t — I mean, I’m not — I’m not in any trouble. I swear I’m not.”

“Yes, you are, and you’re a bad liar on top of it.” Lane rubbed at his forehead. Oh, this one was trouble walking. Anyone could see that. And yet… Lane knew a few things about wanting to run away from your worries, and your worse-than-worries. Hadn’t he done exactly that? Looking at the Omega’s huge, pleading eyes, how could he do anything besides help?

The train was coming. Lane could hear its great engines roaring and chugging in the near distance. He had a minute, or less, to make up his mind. He let out a long breath that puffed white vapor in the frigid air and closed his fingers around the Omega’s money. “On one condition. You tell me your name.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Willa Okati is made of many things: imagination, coffee, stray cat hairs, daydreams, more coffee, kitchen experimentation, a passion for winter weather, a little more coffee, and a lifelong love of storytelling. She is definitely one of the quiet ones you have to watch out for.

You can reach Willa at willaokati@gmail.com.

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