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I lost the love of my life and vowed to never love again. Until temptation walked through the door.

 Kayla: My twin brother, Johnny, practically disappeared when he started prospecting for the Dixie Reapers, and if I wanted to see him, then it meant going to the compound. I’d never been inside the clubhouse, wasn’t supposed to go there, but sometimes the devil on my shoulder prods me into doing things I shouldn’t. Johnny made it sound like there were drugs being snorted left and right and orgies, but that wasn’t what I found that night.

I never expected to fall for a heartbroken man I could never have, a man much older than me. But that night, Preacher took me in his arms, claimed my virginity with a passion that left me seeing stars, and I knew that I’d made the right decision. Even if it did come back to bite me in the ass two months later. When I’d walked through the door that night, I’d never counted on being fucked by a super hot biker, and I definitely didn’t expect to end up pregnant!

Preacher: When I lost my family, before even prospecting for the Dixie Reapers, I’d closed off my heart and vowed to never let another woman in. A quick fuck here and there with the club pussy kept me sane, but no one would ever mean anything to me. Then the most tempting woman I’ve ever met gave me a night I knew I’d always remember, right before she disappeared. When she turns up two months later, I find her in the arms of one of the prospects.

Fury hits me first, then she knocks me on my ass when she tells me she’s pregnant. With my kid. I turned away from God all those years ago, gave up being a minister, and signed my life over to the Dixie Reapers. I don’t know that I believe in a higher power anymore, but maybe it’s time I start praying again. Because giving this woman everything she needs, being the man she deserves, is going to take one hell of a miracle.

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Excerpt:

At the end of the bar, a man sat alone, a line of shot glasses in front of him, and an old worn Bible nearby. I hadn’t taken the club for being religious, but then this man didn’t seem quite like the others. He wore the same cut as everyone else, but as I studied him, I realized he was more somber. There was almost a haunted look to him, as if he were trying to drown his demons in whiskey, or whatever he was drinking. I felt this pull, as if I were supposed to get closer to him.

Slowly, I made my way across the room and slid onto the stool next to his. He didn’t even so much as glance my way, but I could tell from the way his mouth tensed that he was more than aware of my presence, and didn’t seem to care for it. I didn’t know what he was trying to run from, and it was honestly none of my business, but I’d found that sometimes people just needed to be reminded they weren’t as alone as they thought. Despite the fact the room was full of people, not a single one had come to sit by him. Maybe he’d chased them off, or maybe they left him alone because of the vibe he was putting out. Neither was going to deter me. Someone as sexy as he shouldn’t be drowning their sorrows. Not alone anyway.

The guy behind the bar came over, a swagger to his step and a cocky smile on his face. His cut said Prospect, but thankfully he wasn’t someone I knew. The minute my brother found out I was here, he’d likely escort me back to the gate and send me home, which was the last place I wanted to be. The guy leaned on the bar, his arms folded so that his biceps bulged. I assumed I was supposed to be impressed, but he looked just like every other asshole in my neighborhood who wanted in my pants. Not happening, buddy.

“What can I get for you, beautiful?” he asked, his lips tipping up on one side in a way I supposed most would find sexy. It wasn’t making me drop my panties, that was for sure. I was completely immune to guys like this one.

“Rum and Coke,” I said.

The guy next to me snorted.

“What?” I asked, turning my attention his way.

When his gaze clashed with mine, the breath in my lungs froze. Dark hair and a close-cropped beard were sexy enough, but damn… The man’s eyes were truly things of beauty. I saw blues, greens, golds. Maybe even a hint of gray. Those were the kind of eyes a woman could get lost in, the kind of eyes that would make her do something really stupid.

“You ever actually had a rum and Coke?” he asked, his voice deep and smooth.

“Maybe.”

He smiled a little. Not a full-out smile, and not even a smirk. It was almost like his lips had turned up without his permission because it was gone almost as fast as it happened.

“Why don’t you give her a Sex On The Beach?” the guy next to me said.

The Prospect leered at me. “Oh, I’d be delighted.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Just the drink, thanks.”

I could tell he wanted to say something, but he refrained, walking off to fix my drink. I focused on the guy sitting next to me again, and noticed his cut said Preacher. Since he had a Bible nearby, I wondered if that’s how he’d gotten the name. I didn’t think an actual preacher would be sitting here drinking alcohol. But then, I didn’t really know any religious types.

“I’m Kayla,” I said.

“Preacher.”

He went back to looking at his shot glasses, which were empty now. Now that he’d spoken to me, no way was I letting him go back to his brooding silence. He was probably older than I’d first thought, but that only made me curious. I was used to guys my age, who didn’t know what the hell they were doing. But a guy like him? I was willing to bet that he knew exactly how to treat a woman, both in and out of the bedroom.

“Why aren’t you partying with everyone else?” I asked.

“Weddings aren’t really something I like to celebrate,” he said.

“Don’t believe in marriage?”

He held up his left hand, a gold band on his ring finger. “Already met my one and only. And someday I’ll get to see her again.”

See her again?

“Did she move?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He glanced my way. “To heaven.”

Way to put your foot in your mouth, Kayla.

 

Buy Links:

Changeling Press:

https://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2729

Amazon:

https://www.amazon.com/Preacher-Dixie-Reapers-MC-4-5-ebook/dp/B07DD8ZW65

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https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/preacher-harley-wylde/1128809442?ean=2940162149248

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https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/preacher-5

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About Harley:

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.

Harley Wylde is the “wilder” side of award-winning author Jessica Coulter Smith. Visit Jessica’s website at jessicacoultersmith.com or Harley’s website at harleywylde.com.

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Well now isn’t that a good question! Sometimes I wonder that myself.

I am working on the fourth book in the Mercenaries Series. The title is Winter’s Quest and it is Trace and Winter’s story. If you don’t know who Trace and Winter are, then you need to go read books 1 through 3 that will soon be released as Second Editions from Changeling Press. Want a sneak peak at what what to expect from Winter’s Quest?  Here’s the working blurb. (Working means I might tweak it sometime between now and the actual release).

Mercenaries Four:  Winter’s Quest

Winter remembers all about the insanity of life as a lab rat, but she doesn’t know is how she got there. Given the mess she’d made out of her life up to this point, she needs to find the answers to her past before she can get on with her future.

Trace isn’t sure why Winter is so hung up on her past but if she plans on chasing all over the nine provinces looking for answers then it’s up to him to make sure she stays safe. And, while they’re spending all that quality time together, maybe he can convince her that he’s more than just a convenient sex partner.

I really need to get back to the writing cave so until next time…

Happy Reading!

Anne Kane

http://www.AnneKane.com

Series: Peppermint Twist

Title: Puppy Love

 Genres/Themes: Paranormal, Urban Fantsy, Romance, Interracial/Multicultural

Magic, Christmas, Werewolves, Big Beautiful Women

Release Date:  December 3rd

Author: Anne Kane

http://www.AnneKane.com

 

Buy Link – https://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2327

 

BLURB:

 

Sarah wants a normal life, without all the fur, fangs and drama that comes with her werewolf heritage. She left her home pack and moved to a small town in the Northern Rockies hoping to leave the past behind.

The first time Drake crossed her scent, he knew he wanted Sarah for his mate. Now he just has to convince her that she wants that too. With a wicked sense of humor and a little bit of Christmas magic he hopes to bring her over to his side — permanently.

 

 

EXCERPT:

 

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to avoid me.”

Sarah jumped as the werewolf disengaged himself from a particularly dark shadow. Crap! She’d forgotten how fast her kind could move when it felt motivated. Apparently this guy was extremely motivated.

Schooling her features into her best poker face, she took a deep breath and turned to face him. “If you didn’t know better? What makes you think you know anything about me?”

He laughed then. Actually laughed. The corners of his eyes crinkled and his mouth curved upward. So much for her chilling sarcasm.

“I know enough. Probably more than you want me to.” He pushed himself upright. It only took him one step with those long legs to put him so close that his scent tickled her nose.

A werewolf shouldn’t smell so good, shouldn’t make her belly clench in anticipation. The mere proximity of one certainly shouldn’t make her long to run free with all four paws on the ground. It hadn’t for months now, but she’d know the very minute she’d sensed this guy in the crowded bar that he was a threat to her new found equilibrium.

And that scared the hell out of her. She didn’t want anything to do with werewolves anymore. Their pack laws. Their aggression. Their bloodthirsty pack mentality and their total disregard for her feelings.

“Apparently you know where I work, and that would be more than I want you to know. Now run along and howl at something.” She turned on her heel and took one step toward the parking lot. She would not give in to her baser instincts. Nope. Not happening. Not even with the night of the full moon coming up fast.

She didn’t hear him come up behind her. He spun her around, his tongue halfway down her throat before she had time to react. His arms were every bit as strong as they looked, catching her when her knees buckled at the unexpected warmth blossoming in her belly.

What the hell? Her body had never reacted this way before, never betrayed her so blatantly. Want and need sent curls of heat racing through her veins. Damn. This couldn’t be good, no matter how good it felt. She relaxed into his embrace, letting him think she’d surrendered.

He hesitated for a moment, drawing his head back to stare at her with narrowed eyes. Distrust and something else lurked in their icy blue depths. He didn’t trust her sudden capitulation. Smart man.

$Wolf$. Smart wolf.

Apparently his lust overrode his caution and he pulled her up hard against him. She could feel the thick length of his cock pressing hard against her belly.

Lust seemed to be running rampant tonight. Moisture gathered at the apex of her thighs, as if her body expected her to give in and let this mutt have his way with her.

“I’ve never been referred to as a mutt before.” He mumbled the words against her lips, not bothering to lift his head. “I think I might be insulted.”

She jerked away from him. Not that she got far, his arms were like bands of friggin’ steel. His eyes were darker now, the color of the sky just before a storm rolled in. “I didn’t say that out loud.”

A wry smile quirked the corner of his mouth. “Then how did I manage to hear you?”

Good question. One that sent the lust packing faster than it had arrived. Vague whispered myths of bonded pairs being able to communicate telepathically teased the edge of her memory. Crap! This just got better and better!

 

 

 

Buy Link – https://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2327

 

And we all know  that Fridays bring the new releases from Changeling Press! Here they are…

 

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Palmerston North is also known as Te Papa-i-oea
Current Time Friday, October 21, 2011 at 1:55:55 AM NZDT
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