Throwback Thursday: Big Blue

 

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BIN: 04156-01331

Genres: ParanormalRomanceUrban Fantasy

Themes: Elves, Dragons & Magical CreaturesSecond Editions

Series: DragonKin Multi Author (#5)

Book Length: Novella

Page Count: 42

After years of playing the field, Haydn has finally found his soul mate. Problem is, the well-endowed Cassie thinks all dragons are trouble and she has no intention of letting Hayden anywhere near her. He’s going to have to do some fast talking to convince her he’s the dragon of her dreams.

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EXCERPT: 

Copyright ©2018 Anne Kane

Haydn laughed and draped his arm around Jackson’s shoulders. “I don’t think your fire companion is going to be too happy when you tell her about the dent you put in her new car!”

Jackson grinned, unrepentant. “Not to worry. I’ll just give her a little of my special brand of loving and she’ll forget to be mad at me.” He pointed to a table at the far side of the packed barroom. “Looks like we’re late. The guys already have a table.”

They shouldered their way through the Friday night crowd at the Pagan’s Corner, jostling good-naturedly with the other residents of Utopia Bay. Shifters, paranormals and humans all came to the local pub to have a good time, and the bouncers made sure racial tensions didn’t get out of hand.

Haydn grabbed a chair and straddled it backward, resting his chin on his crossed arms. “So what’s the plan for the night? It’s been a bitch of a week at work and I’m raring for some action.”

“May I take your orders, sirs?”

Haydn turned at the sound of that soft voice, and stared right into the prettiest pair of brown eyes he’d ever seen. Framed by soft brown skin and close clipped dark curls, those eyes bored a hole right to his heart. Unprecedented need exploded in his gut. His mated friends had always told him it would happen one day when he least expected it. He realized he was looking at his souler.

He let his gaze roam the rest of her ample charms while an appreciative smile crossed his lips. The quip rose to his tongue with the ease of years spent pursuing every female he could find. “Darling, I’d love to have you take my orders.”

She didn’t even blink, just raised one of those perfectly sculpted eyebrows and stared at him. He swore the temperature in the bar dropped ten degrees.

A couple of the guys whistled, and Jackson had the nerve to laugh out loud. “That one’s not going to fall for any of your pat lines, Haydn, so you might as well order a drink. Cassie doesn’t do dragons.”

“A mug of whatever’s on tap.” Haydn kept his eyes lowered, struggling to keep the redness from creeping up his neck. He had a reputation as a player, and it had been a long time since a woman had stonewalled him quite that thoroughly.

“Same for me.” Jackson tossed some money on the table.

Haydn watched her scribble the order down before she turned back to the bar. She held herself straight and proud, her wide hips sashaying beneath a calf-length denim skirt. He felt his cock jerk to attention at the thought of all that soft, warm flesh beneath him. Damn! He turned to Jackson. “What do you mean, she doesn’t do dragons?”

“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger.” Jackson held his hand up in mock fear. “She’s one of the humans that Egan’s group, Bound for Freedom, managed to save. To say she’s terrified of dragons would be putting it mildly. Can’t say I blame her, those rogues are a mean bunch.”

“Damn, that sucks.” Haydn watched her load drinks onto the tray and head back toward their table. “I’ll have to be real gentle with her.”

Jackson stared at him as if he’d just grown a second head. “Are you crazy? That girl is never going to go out with you. What part of ‘terrified of dragons’ did you not get?”

Haydn smiled gently. “She’s my fire companion. Of course she’ll go out with me. She just needs to get used to the idea.”

Across the table, another of his other friends shook his head in sympathy. “You think Cassandra is your fire companion? You’ve got your work cut out for you, man. I’ve heard some of Egan’s stories, and they aren’t pretty. You’ll be lucky if she lets you get within ten feet of her front door.”

Haydn watched the woman’s ample bosoms sway enticingly while she wound her way back to their table. “You said her name is Cassie, Jackson. What else do you know about her?”

Jackson shook his head. “Not much. Her full name is Cassandra, but everyone calls her Cassie. Egan’s group, Bound for Freedom, rescued her and she decided to stay here instead of returning to her home, wherever that was. She got this job right after her rescue, and cleaned out one of the cabins at the edge of town to live in.” He paused, his brow furrowing with concentration. “I don’t think she’s dated anyone since Egan freed her, certainly not a dragon.”

Haydn felt a knot he didn’t even know he had relax in his gut. She didn’t date. That was a good sign. It meant she was waiting for him, whether she knew it or not.

He smiled up at her when she reached their table. “Sorry for my rudeness earlier. You’re just so pretty my brain didn’t kick into gear.” So far so good. She hadn’t dumped the beer over his head yet. “Maybe when you get off shift, we could go grab a bite to eat?”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jackson roll his eyes. He obviously thought Haydn was nuts, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was his fire companion. She hesitated for a split second, and his heart leapt with hope.

“I don’t think that would be wise, sir.” Her voice had a musical lilt to it that resonated to the very center of his being. Her dark lashes swept down over her eyes, hiding her expression. She set the drinks down and turned to leave. He lifted his hand, intending to stop her, but let it fall.

She had the look of a rabbit just before his dragon snatched it from the ground, and he didn’t want her to think of him as a monster. He’d find another way to approach her.

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Blurb:

Fiona really wasn’t in the market for a lover or a partner or some guy to give her a sappy sweet happily ever after. Been there, done that, got the scars to prove it. She just wanted a nice one-night stand. She planned to be long gone come breakfast time.

When she saw that gorgeous cowboy ride up on his Harley, she figured it was her lucky day. Bikers don’t do forever, right? Her perfect match! They could tell each other a few lies, scratch each other’s itches and then go their separate ways. The last thing she needed was to hook up with some guy she’d smack headlong into at church the next day.

Simple, right? So how did it all go so very wrong?

.EXCERPT

Wyatt tossed her into the middle of the king-size bed and started to peel off his clothing. Damn. His cock was already hard and ready for her. Either she was the sexiest woman he’d ever had the pleasure of meeting, or his newfound freedom was having a very pleasurable effect on his libido. He skimmed his jeans down over his hips and tossed them aside.

It had been less than an hour since their little tryst in the parking lot. Maybe he should pace himself a bit. He’d never failed to finish the deed, and he had no intention of starting at this late date. Then again, he felt like a million bucks and his cock had definitely risen to the occasion.

He pulled a package of condoms out of his suitcase and placed them within easy reach on the bedside table before he pounced onto the bed and pulled her into his arms.

Fiona melted against him like a knife into butter, a perfect fit. He cradled the back of her head in one hand and took her lips in a kiss that sent a shiver of lust sizzling through his body. Her skin felt incredibly smooth beneath his hands as he impatiently pushed her shirt up and cupped her breasts.

High and firm, the plump globes fit perfectly into his palms. His cock twitched, feeling almost painfully hard, and he struggled to keep himself in control. It didn’t help that her nipples puckered into tight little buds under his hands.

Damn. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this horny.

Fiona broke off the kiss and sat up on the bed. She pulled off those sexy cowboy boots of hers and began to shrug out of her clothing. Peeking out at him from beneath her lashes, she proceeded to toss it aside one item at a time. Kind of like an impromptu striptease with more stripping and less teasing involved.

Watching her deliciously rounded body emerge from the layers of cloth, Wyatt sucked in a deep breath. The parking lot had been dark, and he’d been too busy getting laid to really look at her. The woman was gorgeous. What the hell was she doing cruising dives like that bar for a quick fuck? Then again, who was he to question the ways of a woman? For all he knew, she could have a husband and six kids somewhere waiting for her to finish getting her rocks off.

“Let me help you with that.” His voice was thick with lust as he pushed her hands aside and deftly undid the stubborn zipper on her jeans. She grinned at him as she balanced on her haunches and pushed the denim down over her ankles.

Fully naked now, Fiona licked her lips, focusing her attention on his thick shaft. “Should have guessed you’d be going commando.”

He shrugged. “One less thing to worry about.” He grabbed one of the little foil pouches and sheathed himself. Ready for action.

Fiona reached out and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, and a jolt of erotic heat sizzled through him. Letting out a low growl, he pushed her back onto the bed and fastened his mouth on hers.

Damn, she tasted amazing. Like sunlight and laughter and sex all rolled into one. For a moment, he hesitated. She was incredible, a real beauty. He had no idea why she’d decide she wanted him, but deep down inside, he knew she deserved better. Then again, maybe he deserved a night with no regrets.

He nipped at her full bottom lip, then set about exploring her mouth with his tongue. He couldn’t get enough of her, running his hands over her silken skin, and mapping every delightful curve of her ample figure. This time he wanted to do it right and that meant foreplay, making sure she was ready for him before he just rammed himself home. He was lucky she hadn’t taken off after he’d been crass enough to fuck her in the parking lot of a bar.

Fiona shifted restlessly beneath him, and he gave his head a mental shake. She was here, and she obviously wanted him. No point in questioning his luck, just be thankful she’d picked tonight to go cruising.

Lifting his head, he flared his nostrils and took her scent deep inside himself before flicking his tongue across one tightly pebbled nipple. Her shiver of pleasure urged him on, and he settled in to lick and suck at the generous mounds. He could spend the rest of his life worshipping her perfect breasts.

“Wyatt…”

“Mmm?”

“Quit fooling around. I need to feel you inside me.”

He lifted his head to stare down into her eyes. “Are you sure? I’m trying to be a gentleman here, build a mood, work my way up gradually, you know, and it’s not easy.”

She giggled. “I don’t want a gentleman, I want the cowboy I saw riding that mechanical bull, and I want him to fuck me. Now.”

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Flash Fiction (100 words or less)

Came across this on my hard drive. It’s from a Flash Fiction challenge at Changeling Press about a decade ago but I thought it was worth reposting.

Plot Bunnies!

He felt the blood rushing to his loins as the woman bent over to whisper something in her girlfriend’s ear. The low neck of her tee shirt dipped even lower, exposing the sweet curves of her breasts. He flexed his hands, aching to slide them inside the material and cup the mounds of soft flesh. Time to make his move.

He slid off his barstool and strode across the room. What the hell? His foot slipped as something crashed into the back of his leg. A lot of somethings! Hundreds of rabbits of every shape, size, and color hopped across the floor of the bar, heading for his intended prey. Plot bunnies!

Could it be true? Had he really been drawn in by one of those? The delectable woman with the sultry dark eyes was an author!

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Ride ’em Cowboy is now available for PreOrder

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Ride ‘em Cowboy!

By Anne Kane

Genres: Contemporary, romance, MC romance

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Blurb:

Fiona really wasn’t in the market for a lover or a partner or some guy to give her a sappy sweet happily ever after. Been there, done that, got the scars to prove it. She just wanted a nice one-night stand. She planned to be long gone come breakfast time.

When she saw that gorgeous cowboy ride up on his Harley, she figured it was her lucky day. Bikers don’t do forever, right? Her perfect match! They could tell each other a few lies, scratch each other’s itches and then go their separate ways. The last thing she needed was to hook up with some guy she’d smack headlong into at church the next day.

 

Simple, right? So how did it all go so very wrong?

EXCERPT 

Wyatt reacted like any other red-blooded male. Sliding one foot forward to better balance, he wrapped his arms around her lusciously curved body and seared a kiss across her lips. He’d finally managed to close the door on his past and tomorrow he’d be on his way to a new life in a new town. That deserved some kind of celebration and this woman was offering his favorite kind. Who was he to turn down such a gracious offer?

Damn, she smelled good. Clean and earthy, with just a hint of something exotic. Must be in the shampoo. He nuzzled the soft fall of hair, inhaling deeply and felt a sizzle of excitement flash through his already full groin.

Fiona responded instantly, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer. Her fingers tangled in his hair, firmly anchoring him to her as if she thought he might run off.

Fat chance of that. The thought of a woman who wanted to fuck him without expecting anything in return was so novel he wasn’t sure how to react, except to make sure he didn’t waste the opportunity.

Fiona let out a low whimper, moving against him with a restless urgency. Wyatt dropped his arms to her butt, pulling her up tight against his aching groin. Lowering his head he devoured her mouth before nibbling his way down to the soft hollow of her throat.

He groaned softly as she lowered her hands to fumble with his belt buckle. Within seconds she had it undone and he heard the soft snick of his zipper being lowered. Just a short instant later, he felt the touch of her fingers on his cock.

Oh, damn. The woman knew exactly how to make a man stand up and take notice. She squeezed his balls gently with one hand while her other traced the big vein along the side of his rock-hard erection. She closed her fist around his shaft, using her hand to trace a blazing path from his groin to the tip of his cock.

If she kept that up, this was going to be a very one-sided event.

Reluctantly letting go of her beautifully rounded ass, he moved his hands between them and unfastened her jeans, spreading them open. He laid his palm flat on her soft belly, then slid it lower, exploring the bountiful flesh beneath his fingers. If he’d conjured her up from his wet dreams, she couldn’t have been more perfect. Not some stick figure from one of those stupid magazine ads, this woman was all curves and softly melting flesh.

When he slid his hand down to cup her mound, he could feel the warm heat radiating from her core. Oh yeah. She wanted him, and she wanted him now.

Fleetingly, it crossed his mind that she wasn’t this hot just because he was so handsome, or sexy. She barely knew him. Any warm male body would be fine with her. She just wanted to be fucked.

He dismissed the disturbing thought as quickly as it had appeared and dipped one finger through the soft folds guarding her entrance. So long as she was willing, he intended to take full advantage of the situation. He tweaked the soft bundle of nerves at her center and was rewarded with a strangled yelp.

“Oh, yes! Now! I need you inside me. Now!” The desperate edge to her voice acted like an aphrodisiac, spurring him into action. Spreading both hands on her hips, he pulled her jeans down to expose her completely. Her pants slid to her ankles in a puddle of denim, and he ran his hands over her nicely rounded butt, gratified at the feel of warm flesh on flesh. The sensation was so damn amazing he almost forgot his cardinal rule.

Safety, first and always.

“Shit.” He let go of her, ignoring the pained whimper and dug into his back pocket for his wallet. Drawing it out, he opened it and extracted the emergency condom he always kept there.

“Let me.” Fiona reached down to slip her boots off before stepping out of her jeans. She took the foil packet from him and ripped it open. An enigmatic smile curved her lips as she sheathed him with unseemly haste. “Are we ready now?”

“Damn right we are!” Lifting her up, he sat her naked butt on the edge of the driver’s seat and positioned himself between her thighs. He could feel the heat radiating from her sex, and he reached down to position his cock at the moist entrance to her sex.

Fiona let out a low sigh, shifting herself forward against him.

Wyatt gritted his teeth, determined to do this right. The seat was just the perfect height. He grasped her hips firmly and slowly skewered her with his rock-hard cock. Damn, she was tight! He could feel the muscles inside her slick channel grasping at his cock, urging him deeper and deeper.

Fiona wrapped her legs around him, crossing her ankles against the small of his back, and using that leverage to urge him on.

To hell with taking it slow and easy. Tonight he wasn’t a gentleman, he was a biker dude and he might as well act like one.

 

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Anne Kane lives in the beautiful Okanagan Valley with a bouncy little rescue dog who’s breed defies description, a cantankerous Himalayan cat, and too many fish to count. She spent many years trying to fit in and act normal, but finally gave up the effort. She started writing romance in 2008, and she won a publishing contract with Red Sage Publishing with her first story.  Then just a month later Changeling Press accepted her first submission to them. Since then she has published more than thirty stories in a variety of sub-genres, all with a happily ever after.

Her hobbies, when she’s not playing with the characters in her head, include kayaking, hiking, swimming, playing guitar, singing and of course, reading.

 

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Website: http://www.AnneKane.com

Blog: https://annekane.wordpress.com

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Throwback Thursday!

Coyote Games

Series: S.O.S. (Special Outreach Services)

 Genres/Themes: Paranormal, Action-Adventure, Suspense, Romance

Shapeshifters, Men and Women in Uniforms

Author: Anne Kane

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BLURB:

There’s coyote trouble in the canyon. One coyote, to be specific. A male. He’s been creating havoc in the small rural community of Pine Valley — enough havoc it’s time to call in the Feds.

The S.O.S, U.S. Dept. of Fish and Wildlife, Special Outreach Services Division, investigates crimes involving shifters. Special Agent Kinsey is the absolute expert on coyote shifters. Because she is one. And Greg expects nothing less than the very best.

Life is about to get interesting in Pine Valley…

 

EXCERPT:

 She tried to resist. Really. She did. But then he lowered his head to envelop her mouth with his lips, and she was lost. He tasted like sin and sex and a wild romp in the woods on a moonlight night. She could feel the blood pounding in her veins, her inner coyote stirring as it recognized its mate. Oh yeah. She wanted him, wanted him now and forever in that sappy stupid way you read about in women’s magazine quizzes.

She quit fighting his hold on her, and opened her mouth, inviting him to ravish her. He took instant advantage, devouring her lips with a fierce intensity that left her knees weak.

He’d always been able to do that, to walk into her personal space and make her melt. Well, this time it was going to be different. Sure, she wanted him, but that didn’t mean she had to give her very self up to him. It just meant she wanted to screw him, use him to satisfy her baser animal urges.

A tiny part of her mind objected, tried to tell her this was a bad idea, that she’d regret it, but she closed that voice firmly away in a compartment where she could ignore it. She was going to use Greg to satisfy her own carnal desires, and haul him back to D.C. to face Frederick’s wrath. Ex-operatives were not supposed to go out and cause problems in the human world.

This time she’d be the one to claim she was only doing her job, nothing personal. His hand brushed the sensitive skin just above the first button on her uniform, and she stopped thinking altogether.

 

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Cover Reveal!

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They say a picture is worth a thousand words, and I just LOVE what this cover says!

Pre Release is September 21st, available everywhere September 28th.

Blurb:

Bikers don’t do forever, right? Her perfect match! So how did it all go so very wrong?

Fiona really wasn’t in the market for a lover or a partner or some guy to give her a sappy sweet happily ever after. Been there, done that, got the scars to prove it. She just wanted a nice one-night stand. She planned to be long gone come breakfast time.

When she saw that gorgeous cowboy ride up on his Harley, she figured it was her lucky day. Bikers don’t do forever, right? Her perfect match! They could tell each other a few lies, scratch each other’s itches and then go their separate ways. The last thing she needed was to hook up with some guy she’d smack headlong into at church the next day.

Simple, right? So how did it all go so very wrong?