Kidnapped and dumped in unfamiliar territory, Katie has no idea
where she is. When Jeff finds her, her werewolf instincts tell her that he
would never harm her. On the contrary, his dark kisses send flames of liquid
lust sizzling through her veins. If only she knew who the old wolf who
kidnapped her was, and why he’d chosen this territory to desert her.
EXCERPT:
Satisfied
that nothing dangerous lurked within the walls of his home, he grabbed her hand
and drew her into the entrance. He’d designed a spacious mudroom between the
garage and the rest of the house, somewhere to shed winter clothing or muddy
boots before he entered the main house.
“Oh,
what a perfect idea!” Katie looked around with approval. “You really are a
genius!”
Jeff
laughed, feeling the knot of apprehension he hadn’t known was there, loosening
in his stomach. He led her through the rest of the house, basking in her
admiration of the country-style kitchen, the casual dining area and the large
family room. He held his breath as he showed her the sunken tub in the
bathroom. He could already picture the ways the two of them could enjoy it.
“There’s
seven bedrooms, and the master suite.” He led her up the sweeping staircase.
“I’ve always wanted a large family, as well as enough room for guests.”
Katie
turned to stare up at him, a hint of alarm in her gorgeous blue eyes. “Seven?
Are you planning on starting your own pack?”
He
laughed. “No. Just being practical.” He herded her toward the master suite,
eager to see her reaction. She didn’t disappoint him.
“This
is amazing!” One entire wall was glass, looking out over the meadow behind the
house. French doors led out to a covered deck, where he liked to sit in the
morning, watching the sun come up from behind the woods. She turned, her mouth
opening to say something.
Time
slowed. Her eyes widened, the brilliant blue flashing with enthusiasm as he
drew her into the circle of his arms. Her lips parted beneath his, soft and
sweet. He could taste the remnants of her dinner as his tongue swept in to take
possession of her mouth. He cupped the back of her head, her long hair
silky-smooth beneath his fingers.
They
clung to each other. Tasting. Exploring. An incredible sense of completeness
settled over Jeff. She was his mate, his other half. He reached out with his
mind, gently, not wanting to scare her. He could sense her confusion, her
hesitation. She hadn’t been raised within a pack structure, and didn’t
understand the subtle nuances of the connections between pack mates. Between
life mates.
He
could tell the exact moment she became aware of him in her mind. She stiffened,
pulling away to stare up at him, confusion clouding her eyes. “How can you do
that?”
He
ran his hand down her back, holding the rounded swell of her buttocks. “You can
do it too. Reach out for me. Close your eyes and trace the path back to me.”
Her
eyelashes fluttered down, and he could feel the first tentative touch of her
mind in his. Hesitant. Cautious.
She opened her eyes and he read the wonder in
their depths. “I can see your thoughts, your feelings. How is this possible?”
He
smiled gently. “We are one. Destined for each other. There are no boundaries
between true mates. It’s an ancient gift.”
He could feel her hesitation, her doubt. Her presence disappeared from his mind, and he reluctantly let her push him out of hers. She needed time, and for now, he was willing to wait. So long as he could touch her, hold her, protect her, he would wait for her to accept him.
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Seducing Destiny: Jack, the alpha of the North Rockies pack, knows Destiny needs some time to come to grips with her werewolf heritage before he springs the whole mated for life thing on her, but when a band of rogue werewolves move into the area, Jack can’t afford to have his attention divided. It’s time to convince Destiny she belongs in his pack — and in his bed.
Dark Kisses: Kidnapped and dumped in unfamiliar territory, Katie has no idea where she is or why the geriatric old fool chose the Northern Rockies Pack territory to dump her, bound hand and foot. The fact that she’s just come into heat doesn’t help matters either. When Jeff finds her, his mere presence sends flames of liquid lust sizzling through her veins. Can she resist the dark wolf, or will she succumb to his wildly sexy dark kisses?
EXCERPT:
“Destiny
stared in dismay at the box in the middle of her kitchen table. Her stomach
lurched, a ball of anxiety settling in the very middle of it. Small by most
standards, gold gilt covered the entire box, giving it an exotic look. An
artfully tied crimson bow surrounded by curls of white lace sat cheerfully atop
it, adding to the air of decadent luxury.
She
knew who’d put it there, and she knew why. Jack. The Alpha of the Northern
Rockies werewolf pack. The man who made her knees feel weak whenever she
glimpsed him walking down the main street, or lounging at a local coffee shop.
The man who’d make it plain that he intended to be her mate.
The
absolute last man on the face of the planet that she intended to get serious
about.
She
had a boyfriend, one carefully picked with the future in mind. A trial attorney
she’d met when she attended a convention in Calgary, Quentin Karnes had
everything she wanted in a mate. On the fast track to a partnership in his
prestigious law firm, he was cultured, rich, and moved in the highest social
circles. Their children would grow up attending private schools, vacationing at
the most prestigious resorts, dressing in the latest fashions. They’d want for
nothing.
She’d
worked hard to carve out a niche for herself in Riverton. Her accounting office
catered to farmers and small businessmen, and she’d slowly managed to gain a
reputation of being the person you wanted on your side when the government called
to audit your tax returns.
She
steeled herself and reached for the box. It wasn’t much bigger than a deck of
cards, and she held it in her hand, somehow hoping that wishing would make it
go away. When she’d moved here two years ago, she’d made it clear to Jack and
every other member of the pack that she didn’t intend to join their little
social group. She preferred to run alone. She hadn’t grown up in a pack, and if
she could, she’d ignore her inner wolf entirely. So what if the sight of a full
moon awakened an overpowering urge for a steak with the blood oozing out the
sides? A girl needed to curb her baser instincts and make plans for the future.
No
point in putting this off. Her sensitive nose could smell Jack all over the
damn thing. She caught the trailing lace between a thumb and forefinger and
gently undid the bow, dropping the cheerful piece of ribbon on the table.
Taking a deep breath, she plucked the lid off.
Her
breath caught in her throat. An exquisitely detailed chocolate wolf nestled in
a cushion of crushed white velvet. Every detail from the tip of its muzzle to
the dominant curve of its tail was perfect. Jack had reproduced himself
exactly. She knew if she turned the little wolf over, she’d find a jagged scar
running along its left flank.
“I
suppose I could always bite your head off.” Destiny felt a wry smile tug the
sides of her mouth. Although she didn’t like the idea, being the Alpha meant
Jack had complete authority over all the werewolves in the Northern Rockies.
Even those that didn’t want to accept him. The fact he’d chosen not to force
her to take him for her mate didn’t mean he’d agreed to let her leave the pack.
He’d said he’d give her some time to settle in. She’d hoped he’d forgotten
about her and settled down with some other female. One who liked her inner
beast.
She
sighed and looked at the dark chocolate confection. The full moon was less than
a week away. She’d been ignoring her darker side for a long time now, and she
knew she wouldn’t be able to avoid going into heat this month. What were the
chances Jack’s timing was coincidental?
She
jumped, startled by the sound of a loud knock on her front door. Quentin must
have gotten out of court early. She hadn’t expected him to show up for at least
another four hours. She quickly put the lid back on the box. Sweeping the
ribbon up off the table, she stuffed the box and ribbon into a drawer and
slammed it shut.
“Come
on in, the door’s open.” She hoped Quentin couldn’t hear the guilt in her
voice. Not that she had anything to feel guilty about. Damn Jack and his fancy
little chocolate creatures! She smoothed her hands down her skirt and tried to
look calm.
“I
know, I was just being polite.” Jack strode into the room, a crooked smile on
his rugged face. “You’re not usually this happy to see me.”
Destiny’s
heart did a little flip-flop. Taller than her five-foot eleven, Jack’s dark
hair was tied at the nape of his neck with a strip of leather, and his sapphire
blue eyes sparkled with mischief. Thickly roped muscles stretched the tight
shirt and rippled with every step he took. He looked every bit as yummy as the
chocolate creations he sold in his trendy boutique.
“I
thought you were my boyfriend.” She looked pointedly behind him as if she
expected Quentin to materialize any second. “I’m expecting him to drop in after
court today.”
Jack
ignored her reference to Quentin and gave her a toothy grin. “I intend to be a
lot more than a friend, and it’s been a long time since anyone referred to me
as a boy.” He advanced, his eyes sparkling. “Glad to hear you finally think of
me that way, though, because unless my nose is deceiving me, you’re going to be
begging for my attention shortly.”
Destiny
felt a surge of color flood her cheeks and she turned away so he couldn’t see
her face. It mortified her to know he could smell her eagerness. “You wish.”
Now that was lame!
He
took her by the shoulders and turned her around to face him, his touch
surprisingly gentle for such a large man. “No, I know. The full moon is on
Saturday. You haven’t slept with that wimpy boyfriend of yours, and you’re not
going to if you want him to live to see Monday. A human male can’t begin to
satisfy your needs. I wouldn’t have to lift a paw; you’d tear him apart
yourself. Your frustration level is about to escalate to hellish proportions.”
A devilishly wicked smile curved the corner of his mouth. “Fortunately, I can
help you deal with that.”
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Lavender: My parents weren’t
the type to win any awards, but I did learn a few things. Like how to read
lines of code and get through the backdoor of pretty much any site or program.
I also learned about the man my mother had dated when she’d met my dad, someone
who has intrigued me for years. I never thought I’d get the chance to meet him,
until my parents end up dead and I can’t think of anyone else who might be able
to help. I know too much, know my parents’ deaths weren’t an accident, and now
I’ve been targeted. If the infamous Voodoo Tracer can’t help me, then I’m
screwed.
Reality is so much better than
fantasy, and with one look, I know the reason I haven’t dated is because I was
waiting. For him.
Wire: I never really expected
my past to come knocking at the front gates, nor did I expect it to be in such
a sexy package. Lavender isn’t what I’d call a siren, but with her glasses
perched on her nose, her messy hair, curvy figure, and adorable tees, she’s
exactly what I want and don’t need. A nerdy, geeky, superintelligent woman who
craves me as much as I crave her. So I did what any man would do… I claimed
her. Now she’s mine, and if an enemy from my past thinks he can hurt her, I’d
like to see him try. He might have killed her parents, but I will destroy
anyone who tries to take her from me.
The infamous hacker, or more
accurately cracker, Voodoo Tracer, hadn’t been all that hard to find. My mother
had always said if anything happened to her I should track down the guy she’d
dated before marrying my dad. I’d heard the story a million times, about how
they’d all been friends but she’d fallen for Dad and hurt the guy she’d been
dating. He’d left and never returned. Mom had lost track of him, but it hadn’t
take much digging for me to find his current location, which told me he wasn’t
really hiding. A guy like him didn’t leave a door open unless he wanted someone
to use it.
While my mom and dad were
hackers and worked for a lot of companies, trying to find the weak spots in
their security so the companies could improve them, men like Voodoo Tracer took
advantage of those weak spots to get whatever information they wanted. Mom had
never approved of Voodoo’s need to crack government and banking sites. From
what she’d said, back then, he never took anything vital. He’d mostly done it
because he could. I couldn’t say for certain what he’d been up to lately.
I didn’t really walk either
path, but tended to dabble a bit in both. Like the infamous Voodoo, I mostly
liked to see how far I could get somewhere I shouldn’t be. If I were as nice as
my mom and dad, I’d then turn that information over to the companies so they
could keep other people out. Then again, they weren’t exactly paying me for my
help, so why give it? I wasn’t an angel by any means, but I wasn’t precisely a
devil either. I operated in those murky shades of gray.
I’d known how easy it would be
for some to trace my phone, or the built-in GPS on my car, so I’d left both
behind. The bus hadn’t been the most comfortable option to ride to Alabama, and
I’d paid cash so there wouldn’t be a credit card trail, but now that I was
here, I had to wonder if I’d made a huge mistake. The walk to the Dixie Reapers
compound wasn’t that far, but the place seemed a bit imposing as I approached
the gates. I’d walked what felt like miles of fenceline, although that was
surely not the case. Razor wire topped it, and I had to wonder just what they
were trying to keep out. Or was it more what they wanted to keep in?
The guy standing guard didn’t
seem much older than me, and I noticed the way he scanned me from head to toe.
I probably wasn’t the type of woman who typically came to this sort of place.
My Converse were well-worn, my jeans ripped along my thighs and knees, and I
had on my favorite Dark Crystal T-shirt, which had faded over time. I hadn’t
thought much about my appearance and had tossed my hair up in a messy bun. With
my thick-lensed glasses perched on my nose, I probably looked like I should be
in school right now. If it weren’t for my curves, I’d never pass for my real
age.
“You must be lost,” the man
said, then pointed back behind me. “Town is back that way.”
“I’m not lost.” I hitched my
bag higher on my shoulder. “I’m here to see Voodoo Tracer.”
The man stared and rubbed at
the stubble on his chin. “No one here by that name. So I think you really are
lost.”
My brow furrowed. I’d assumed
his club would know him by that name. From what little research I’d managed
before taking this trip, I’d learned that some clubs preferred to use a road
name and kept their real names private. If Voodoo followed that belief, this
guy may not know his birth name. It was foolish to think whatever the club
called him would be the same name he went by when he was cracking codes.
“Hang on. I have a picture, but
it’s really old.” I slid the strap off my shoulder and dug in my backpack. I
withdrew the picture of Voodoo with my mom, Seraph, and my dad, Doc Paradox.
I’d stared at this picture a lot over the years. I’d found it shoved into a box
in the top of Mom’s closet a while back. The ginger-haired young man had drawn
my attention. He couldn’t have been older than sixteen or seventeen at the time
it was taken, but even back then he’d been more than just cute. I knew he’d be
my parents’ age now, but I’d often wished I could meet a guy like him.
Showing the picture to the guy,
his eyes went wide.
“Holy shit, is that Wire?” he
asked.
“Um. Maybe. I don’t know his
club name. I only know his hacker name.”
The man nodded. “That would be
Wire, then. I’ll have to call him down here. I’m not letting you in uninvited.
You don’t exactly look like the type to party at the clubhouse.”
If that was code for sleep with
random men, then no, I wasn’t. Not even a little. I took a step back as he made
his call and took the time to check out the place behind the fence. There was a
building with Dixie Reapers across the top in neon letters, and a lot of houses
down either side of the road. As I strained to get a better look, I thought I
saw a playground, but that was ridiculous. What type of biker compound had a
playground? The fatigue must be getting to me. It seemed I was now
hallucinating.
“He asked who else is in the
picture,” the guy said.
“Tell him Seraph and Doc
Paradox.” I swallowed hard. “They were my parents.”
He relayed the information, and
I hoped that Wire would come and hear me out. If things had really ended as
badly as my mom had said, then he might refuse to see me. She’d not gone into a
lot of detail, just said she’d picked my dad over Voodoo. Knowing my mother,
there was a good chance she’d omitted part of the story. Coming here was a
gamble I’d been willing to take. Whatever Mom and Dad had been into, it had
gotten them killed. Thanks to me nosing around, I now worried that I might meet
the same fate. I didn’t know anything about the man Wire was now, but the kid
who had grown up with my parents had been the type to help those in need, even
if he hadn’t done it the legal way. I was counting on that still being true.
The rumble of a motorcycle
started out faint and then got louder. I saw a rider with copper-colored hair
approaching from down the road and as he came to a stop on the other side of
the gate, my heart flipped, flopped, then took off at a gallop. Holy hell! Mom
had thrown over this guy for my dad? What the hell had she been thinking? He
didn’t even remotely look like a hacker. Nor was he the gangly teen from the
photo I’d brought. Yeah, he’d been handsome back then, but now? Shit. I was
almost certain my panties were getting wet just looking at him. His heather
gray tee stretched tight across his broad chest, and the leather cut just added
to the sex appeal. The denim hugging his thighs was as worn as mine, with a few
well-placed holes, and did nothing to hide how muscular he was, especially for
a geeky computer nerd.
Definitely nothing like my dad.
I’d loved my father, but time hadn’t been kind to him. He’d had lines around
his eyes, and what my mother fondly called his spare tired around the middle,
from long days and nights at the computer. This guy didn’t have that problem. Hell,
he didn’t even look my parents’ age.
Wire swung a leg over his bike
and came closer, removing the sunglasses that had shielded his eyes from me.
Green, and so damn pretty. It was a sin for a man to have eyelashes that long
and thick. Dammit. My nipples were getting stiff. I swallowed hard, wondering
why my body was betraying me. I’d never had a physical response to a guy, even
when I thought they were hot. Until now. The beard covering his jaw made my
fingers itch to reach out and touch it. Would it be coarse or soft? I’d always
had a weak spot for gingers, and he had to be the sexiest one I’d ever seen.
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but they also describe her books. When Harley is writing, her motto is the
hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t
deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they
want, then you’ve come to the right place.
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Genres: Paranormal, Romance, New Adult,
Single Parent/Pregnancy Romance, Voyeurism and Exhibitionism, Werewolves
Blurb:
Kya: I’m a
demiwolf — half wolf, half human, and both species despise my weird mix of
genes. Despite the fact I strip for a living, I’ve hung on to my virginity for
twenty-two years. Until I got knocked up by a big, bad wolf. Now, I’m going to
bring another demiwolf into the world, but his father will never know.
Levi: I’m all
wolf, and Alpha of my pack, committed to keeping our bloodlines pure. Then on
the night of my bachelor party, I hooked up with a stripper. I just wanted to
teach the demiwolf a lesson, but the sex set me on fire. My wolf claimed her
and now I can’t get her out of my head. But what if she won’t accept me?
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I cringed
when I saw the billboard proclaiming, Girls! Girls! Girls! It
was a tacky way to get attention, and I hated it. Averting my eyes, I turned
the corner, pulled into the lot, and parked my old pickup behind the club. It
was my first night at Show ’n Tails, and a definite step down from my old job,
but I’d been fired and needed a gig ASAP.
The incident
wasn’t my fault. There were two of us on the stage and Brandi was so sloshed
she invaded my space and fell on her ass. As if that wasn’t enough, she accused
me of tripping her. Well, one thing led to another and we both got canned.
Another girl told me that Show ’n Tails was hiring and I went for an audition.
The manager was an asshat, but he doesn’t ask too many questions. I like to
keep a low profile.
This isn’t
the life I wanted, but taking off my clothes pays the bills, and I won’t
apologize for trying to earn a living. At least I’m not selling my body, just
the illusion of sex. A lot of girls up their game, but not me. My virginity is
the last piece of self-respect I own and I won’t give it up to some creep for
any amount of money.
The heavy
backdoor slammed shut and locked behind me and the manager shot me a dirty
look. “Hey, Kya. You’re late.”
“Sorry, it
won’t happen again. And my name is Raven when I’m working.”
Marty’s lip
curled in a sneer. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You better get dressed. I mean
undressed.” He snickered.
I ignored his
disrespectful ass, and walked over to the dressing room. A row of dented
lockers lined one wall. A wide counter with a lighted mirror behind it ran the
length of the opposite wall. Everything stunk from sweat and cheap perfume. The
long vanity was cluttered with makeup and no one made room for the new girl, so
I started changing next to my locker. When a spot at the mirror opened up, I
grabbed it and started working on my wild black curls.
Marty stuck
his head in the door. “Hey, fresh meat, you’re on next.”
I knew he
meant me. I was the newest girl there. Half of me cringed, the half that’s
wolf. The half I keep hidden. Or is it a quarter of me I keep hidden? I guess
it depends on how you look at it. A full-blooded wolf-shifter is already half
human, although they’ll never admit to it. My father was a wolf, but my mother
was human.
Does that
mean I’m… Oh,
fuck the fractions. No matter how you look at it, I’m a demiwolf.
But I look
human. I checked my body in the mirror. Yep, a hot as hell human female stared
back at me. Tacky, but sexy. Nothing says stripper like stiletto platform heels
and a thong that shows off a girl’s booty. I slipped on a white, halter
mini-dress with a drape-neck, an open back, and a side slit. Then I ran my
hands through my curls and gave my lips one last swipe of purple-plum gloss.
It’s so much
easier to call myself human and blend in with the majority. The humans are
clueless. They know we exist, but they believe we keep to our own side of the
tracks. The wolves are a different story. They can smell my lupine pheromones,
but they don’t want me. I’m not pure. Fuck ‘em. At least I can make a living
among the humans. Stripping might be a trashy job, but it pays for the life I’m
trying to live. It’s not the life I want, but it’s all I’ve got. I used to
dream about being accepted by my father’s people. Fat chance. They wouldn’t
even accept him because he had a human lover and a half-breed kid.
My parents
never married, but they lived together — sometimes. When my father was around,
I was daddy’s girl. But all too often, he would disappear as if he had no
family. My mother would drink and tell me that he liked to hang out with his
own kind in places where we weren’t accepted. When he came back from his trips,
he’d act cold and resentful, but it wouldn’t last long. Eventually, he’d tell
me he loved me and everything would be okay again. I thought nothing would keep
us apart for good. I was wrong.
One day he
didn’t come back. We found out he was killed in a bar fight. One of his
so-called friends called me a mongrel and Dad died defending me. My mother
cried and cried. She said this was why they never wanted kids. So I was what…
an accident?
I couldn’t
blame them. Not really. Life was hard enough without being born with this weird
mix of genes. I hated myself, too. I wished I’d never been born. At least I
could make things easier for my mother. As soon as I finished school, I left
home and never looked back.
While waiting
to go on, I thought about my routine — floor work, then pole dancing, then
back on the floor. I’m not nervous anymore about being naked in front of a
roomful of men. I was at first, but now I focus on my moves. I’ve been scorned
and dehumanized all my life, so I like to emphasize something I can do well —
dance.
I peeked
through the curtain and watched Candy finish her routine. There’s a mirror
behind the stage and a pole in the center. Chairs surrounded the stage for
customers who wanted direct contact with the dancers. I watched one of the men
put a bill in his mouth. Candy shoved her breasts in his face and used them to
grab the money. There were hoots and hollers and more men waved bills at her.
She collected all of her tips, then picked up her clothes, and ran off the
stage.
The DJ,
sitting in an alcove nearby, introduced me. “Next up is a beautiful lady who’s
new here. You’re gonna see her naked for the first time tonight.”
Well, it’s
not a complete lie. It’s my first time naked on this stage.
“Give Raven a
nice warm welcome.”
My heartbeat
skyrocketed as I stepped through the curtains and climbed the three steps to
the stage. The opening bars of my music started up and I began to move.
* * *
Levi
My
anticipation ran high. I’m always excited to see new talent. Samson made a joke
about the taste of fresh meat and we all laughed, then I looked up at the stage
and my eyes practically popped out of my head, like in one of those old
cartoons. The new girl… what’s her name? Raven. She took my breath away. Her
curvy shape and that thick black mane had me salivating. From what I could see,
everything looked natural, and she had the best set of legs in the club.
“That is one
hot piece of ass.” Samson stood up. “I need a closer look.”
Samson walked
over to the stage and we all followed. Raven smiled in our direction and my
heart took a leap. Her white mini dress emphasized all that golden skin, but it
was her eyes that really stood out. Almond in shape and color, they seemed to
be staring directly at me.
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Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had
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