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Here’s a SNEAK PEAK, just for you, my fabulous readers!
Trix? You call fo’ us, girl?”
Quentin’s voice floated up the stairs, and I heard the others’ footsteps right behind him.
“Oui,” I said, and chuckled, blushing, even though they couldn’t see me yet.
Candles blazed all around me, covering the antique bureau, the end tables, and even the steamer trunk by the bedroom window that served as a window seat. The room was filled with the soft scents of vanilla and lavender, the window open and curtains tied back to let in the night breeze. Firelight flickered, making me feel like a goddess as I lay back on the huge four-poster bed, propped up on one elbow, wearin’ nothin’ but a thin, see-through white robe, as thin as gossamer, I’d found among Rosa’s old things.
What a naughty thing that Rosa is, I thought with a laugh. A woman after my own heart.
Quentin stopped short in the doorway, Bastian and Felix bumping into him, before falling silent themselves.
“Ga lee,” he said, taking in the sight before him.
I laughed and bit my lip, suddenly shy beneath their heated gazes. I knew they could see every inch of my body, displayed in the flickering light of the candles beneath the gauzy robe, my nipples already hard, my body aching for their touch.
“Well?” I said. “What are you waitin’ for? An invitation?”
I shifted, lettin’ the robe fall open a little, the curves of my breasts bared for them.
There was some shoving, and then they were all there, surroundin’ me, Quentin kneelin’ next to me, his rough hand smoothin’ back my hair, while Felix moved to the foot of the bed, and Bastian behind me. Quentin captured my mouth with his, and for a moment, everythin’ else faded away except the exquisite feel of his lips, soft and warm, the rough stubble of his chin against my soft skin… the taste of his tongue as it danced with mine; sucking, tasting.
Bastian’s hands, tracing the curves of my body brought me back down to earth, as well as Felix’s soft caress on my inner thigh. I lay back on the bed, suddenly feeling small and vulnerable, beneath the shadows of these three muscular men, these brothers, these wild creatures, eyes now glowing orange and gold as they loomed above me; strong enough to tear me apart with their bear hands. I shivered, despite the warmth of the evenin’.
“What you wan’, Cher?” Quentin said, stroking my hair in a way that made my whole body tingle.
“I… want you,” I said. “All of you.”
I moved from his gaze to look at the others. A low growl ripped from Bastian’s throat as he stood, tensed above me. I could tell they were all holdin’ themselves back—holdin’ the beasts at bay with all the strength they could muster.
Quentin licked his lips and reached for the tie of the robe. He undid it with one hand, and jerked it open, baring me fully for all to see. I felt so naughty, so dirty, lyin’ there, beggin’ these three men to take me, to fuck me, right then and there. To fill me up with their hard cocks—to use my body until they couldn’t take it anymore and had to cum and cum and cum…
I made a small sound, halfway between a pant and a gasp, as rough hands gripped my naked body, pulling the robe away and flinging it to the floor.
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FED TO THE WOLVES, PART 4: BLOOD MOON WAXING, is Available NOW in the Kindle Store!
Here’s a Sizzling Sneak Peak!
“Penny fo’ yo’ thoughts.”
I felt his warm breath on the nape of my neck and shivered, my body heating as I felt his strength behind me; his undeniable presence.
I sighed, and he slid an arm around my middle, pulling me into him, urging me to lean against him. I did, letting my head fall back onto the hard planes of his chest, warm beneath his worn t-shirt.
“I’m not sure what I’m lookin’ for, and…” I shook my head. “I just don’t want to let her down.”
“Impossible, Cher,” he said, and pressed a kiss to my temple.
His lips were hot and soft, his stubble rasping over my skin.
“Yo’ grandmotha’ knew what she was doin’ when she tol’ me to find you. You da only one can save us, hon.”
“But that’s not true, is it,” I said, turning to look up into those mesmerizing, dark eyes of his. “I can only save one of you, and that’s if I manage to get p-… If I manage to get p-pregnant-”
My voice broke, and I felt myself blushing, wishing I could just say the dang word without stuttering like a bashful schoolgirl. Lord, but it still felt crazy to say out loud. I was knee-deep in this, and I still couldn’t believe what I was doin’ with these boys!
“-before the full moon. We’re runnin’ out of time, as it is,” I said.
“You righ’, Cher,” Quentin said.
He turned me around and held me to him, pressing me against him until I could feel him growin’ against me through the fabric of his slacks.
“An dat’s why I don’ wan’ you to feel shy ‘bout bein’ with any one a’ us,” he said, brushing my hair back from my eyes. “Besides, somehow it feel wrong not ta share someone so damn go’geous wit my brothas. The wolf in me want dat, Cher.”
He grinned at the look of surprise on my face. He knew about me and Felix, alright! But what was he saying? Did he really not mind sharing me?
“We a pack, naw,” he said, his eyes flashing, “An’ we all feel it. Wantin’ ta mate as a pack, to share dis beaut’ful gif’ you bring us, Cher… To savor the jois de vivre as pack mates. Brothas.”
“But,” I said, then gasped as he reached around and gripped my ass through the thin cotton of my sundress, grinding me onto his hard on, now thick and rock-solid, beggin’ to be released. “Oh, Lordy… But what does that mean when I do end up mated to one of y’all? When I’m carryin’ one of y’all’s child?”
“Well,” he said, “We have ta cross dat bridge when we get to it, no?”
He looked down at me, and I could see the hunger in his eyes.
“Dis new fo’ us, too, Cher.”
I ran my hands over his hard chest, then, unable to deny the heat between us, the feeling growing inside me, urging me to taste him, to tease him, to let him inside of me. His scent was in my nostrils, warm skin and spice and him-powerful and potent and suddenly turning me on so much I wanted to cry.
What was this? This need to be filled? To be taken?
What were these damn Boucher boys doin’ to me? Little Trixie Gordon? The girl who wouldn’t just spread her legs for any ol’ man was now pantin’ over them at the drop of a hat.
But it wasn’t just men, was it? It was them, and more specifically, him. The man who stood before me, the beast inside him roaring in my mind, slavering and hungry for my flesh, eager to fill my fertile young body and make me his own, and I was eager to let him. Right here in my old room, right now, with Felix just around the corner.
“I…I want you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
His fingers toyed with the spaghetti straps of my dress, his eyes roaming over my breasts, braless today due to the heat, a hint of cleavage visible above the sweetheart neckline. When his eyes met mine, they flashed like burnished gold. I shivered beneath that feral gaze, and knew without a doubt that there was something inside me just as wild, itchin’ to break free whenever he was around. Whenever this monstrous man was near.
Maybe these boys weren’t the only dangerous ones.
I pushed my straps down, letting the dress slip off. It whispered over my breasts, my nipples, stiff and aching to be touched, then down over the swell of my hips, dropping softly to the floor.
A deep growl from the back of Quentin’s throat made my breath hitch in my chest and the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Those golden eyes were burnin’ as they moved over me, standing before him only my pink cotton panties, a wet spot growing beneath the heat of his stare. I felt his roaming eyes like the trace of a finger as they moved down my body, then up again, lingering, caressing, consuming.
Then, without warning, he was on top of me, pushing me back down onto the day bed, the tenuous bonds of his restraint snapped beneath the sharp teeth of the wolf within. He tore the crotch of my panties, the fabric shredding beneath his hands, now inhumanly strong, inhumanly fast, in his urgency to get to what was his.
And keep an eye out for FED TO THE WOLVES, PART 5, Coming Soon, just in time for Christmas!
Happy Holidays to all my fabulous readers! :) Love ya! MWAH!
Fed to the Wolves, Part 3: Blood Moon Rising, is AVAILABLE NOW in the Kindle Store!
Tonight’s the night I give myself to the wolves…
Tonight’s the night I let them devour me, ravage me, and hopefully breed me.
Tonight’s the night that I find out just how brave I really am. How much I’m willin’ to give to use my gift of Healing on these savage men, the Boucher Brothers sufferin’ under the curse of the Rougarou…?
But even though every fiber of my bein’ is achin’ to be touched and tasted and filled by these three gorgeous men, I can’t help but feel like that scared little girl who all the kids called “Spooky Gordon.”
What if they hurt me? What if I cry out, but the beasts have taken over? What if they won’t stop?
… What if I don’t want them to?
No matter how much I trust the Boucher Boys, they’re still killers. Dangerous, to say the least, the beasts inside them barely restrained, and howlin’ to be free. Only one thing’s certain…
After tonight, things will never be the same.
Here’s a SIZZLING SNEAK PEAK!
Could I get away if things got too rough? Could I cry out for them to stop, to please let me go, this has all be a terrible mistake, and rest easy that they’d listen? That they’d treat me gently? Let me go?
What’s more, did I want them to?
I bit my lip, looking up at them, my Boucher Boys, all three standing naked and erect over me, powerful thighs and strong calves close enough to run my hands over. I remembered the way they’d tasted, each of them, as they poured themselves into me, just a few short hours ago.
Savory and sweet and utterly sinful.
I leaned back on the grass, and let my arms fall over my head, open and ready for whatever they had to give. Ready to be mated by all three of them.
Ready to be ravaged by these wolves.
In the blink of an eye, flesh met flesh. Arms encircled my waist, hands kneaded my breasts, teasing my nipples, now achingly stiff. One of them roughly pushed my thighs apart, eager to be the first to take me, and I spread my legs wide, my body aching to be filled, aching to be fucked like the dirty little girl I was.
The dirty little girl I was just discovering. The naughty, filthy girl locked deep down inside for all of these years. That sexual creature now screaming to be released…
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I know some of you had pre-ordered the next book in my new series FED TO THE WOLVES, PART 3: BLOOD MOON RISING, so I wanted to give you a quick head’s up about the release date.
Due to an unexpected family emergency, I realized I would not be able to turn this book in to Amazon by their allotted time (two weeks before the pre-order release date), and had to cancel the pre-order. Those of you who purchased ahead of time, will be getting a notice in your inbox letting you know that the order was cancelled, but fear not! :) The book is still coming out, and very, very soon!
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“Ha! Look at the nerves on this one!” A soldier pointed at her, cackling. “Hope the little thing can still walk after a night with the chief!”
“She’s no spear maid,” another said, chortling. “Maybe he’ll go easy on this soft thing from the green isle.”
“The softer the better! A supple sheath for an iron blade!”
Laughter roared, and goblets thunked on wood, banging out their approval. Her face burned, but she kept standing, her new husband still gripping her, as if worried she’d fall if he let go.
“Enough, enough,” Alrik said, smiling. “Enjoy the rest of the feast and let the mead flow! We must take our leave.”
Denholm winked and downed the rest of his goblet beside them.
“Ah, the bedding! Good luck to you, little one, and Alrik,” he said. “Tell me if she is as good between her legs as she is between her lips.”
He leered at her, and Aislin turned away, swallowing a curse. The memory of their night together played through her mind, the taste of both of them rising up, unbidden, as gut churning as rot, and at the same time, as sweet as sin.
Alrik laughed and shook the man’s hand, then turned to her.
“Come, wife,” he growled.
Without warning, he bent down and scooped her up in his arms, tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Her goblet clattered to the floor. He shouted an order in his native tongue to one of the serving girls, who blanched at his words, then Aislin’s hair was in her face, her nose bumping her master’s tightly-muscled back as he strode off with her.
The clan roared behind them, laughter and song rising to the rafters, as they crossed into the chieftain’s room. The door closed behind them with a dull thud, muting the gaiety of the hall. The loudest noise now was the beating of Aislin’s heart in her ears, and the crackle and snap of the flames in the wide, stone hearth.
Alrik threw her down onto the bed, almost knocking the wind from her. She gasped and looked up at him, eyes shining with fear.
What could she do, now that this terrible moment was upon her? Could she run? Fight? Could she scratch and claw, or bite to keep him from taking the precious gift that lay between her legs?
One look at his face, at the set of his jaw and the glint in his gaze told her it would all be for naught. His rough hands flexed, as if waiting for her to try something, just so he could hold her down, pin her, and show her what good fighting would do her.
He would take what he wanted, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. She was his.
The final installment, BOUND BY THE VIKING 5: CONQUERED is coming very, VERY soon! ;)
Hello, Gorgeous Readers!
As you may know, I’m in the middle of a divorce, and all of the fun and excitement that entails, and I know you’ve been patiently waiting for info on what the heck is coming next for your reading pleasure.
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