Before she can become Alpha, Sierra must take a wolf mate. However, she’s in love with two men, one of whom is strictly forbidden. When the pack is attacked and a temperamental stranger from the past threatens to send them spiraling apart, she must choose between love and duty.
She’s a witch trying to forget the past. He’s a shifter who never wants to forget. But if they don’t worry about their future…they won’t have one.
horror, Elena felt
tiny pinpricks in
the corners of
her eyes as
they started to water up. “Why are you doing this, Gage?
What do you want from me?”
naked from the inside out. “You.”
item you pick up at the store
or a whore
to be bought
off the street.
You can’ t just
go dragging me
around where you want me, snarling ‘ mine’ whenever you feel like! I’ m a human being,
Gage; you can’t own me!”
ornery tiger to
get mad and
snarl at her,
instead he did
something much worse. One side of
his lips curled up in smug satisfaction, and the bastard smirked at her.
longer live in
a time period
where one person
can actually own
another person, but make
no mistake, love,
I do own
you. Every little
inch. Every breathy
moan you give
me when I’ m playing with your pretty pussy. Every hungry kiss you give
me when I’ m buried deep inside you. Every beat of that stubborn heart that you
swear doesn’t still love me, and every inch of that fierce soul of yours…
They all belong to one person. Me.”
Alpha Wolf Rising by Eliza Gayle
her core pulsed with need. Anticipation for tonight’s events had been building
all day. Standing naked at the window and staring up at the moonless night sky,
she couldn’t believe she was actually going through with the ceremony. Her
attempt to leave the pack for a normal life at college not long ago had ended
miserably and landed her back home and under the protection of her father.
once seemed stifling and restrictive had been the very thing that freed her
from the inner turmoil that had plagued her since her mother’s death. The inner
wolf would not be denied and pack rituals were the very thing that kept the
animal happy so that their human halves could function cohesively.
“Marek, you aren’t supposed to be here.” She grabbed her heavy cloak from the
bed and slid her arms into the sleeves.
and gathered her in his arms. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered into her ear.
How can you miss me already?” She laughed, looking up at him. Damn, he should
not look this good right now. Nor feel this comforting wrapped around her. It
had been almost a year since she’d taken him as an official lover, and she didn’t
think she’d ever tire of seeing him. Dark broody eyes tempted her with a
constant look of barely restrained heat and aggressiveness. He called to her
alpha wolf—challenged her.
lips pressed against hers, and heat flared to life between her legs, tightening
bit at his lip, drawing a drop of blood.
against his mouth. If they kept this up, they’d definitely be on the floor
going at it before the ceremony. She pushed him away, forcing herself to stop
despite the moisture between her legs and the longing in her chest. Her wolf
the nickname he hated. That was the thing about male wolves. The more annoyed
they got, the more aroused they became, and she’d end up shoved against the
wall with him pounding inside her. Just how she liked it with Marek.
patience of a saint, and no matter how hard she pushed, he always stayed in
control. It drove her wild, and he knew it. Damn, how she loved him. A twinge
of guilt settled in her stomach, and she turned back to the window.
touch. Even he knew they had to settle down.
hurts my heart to keep him a secret.”
rewrite the rules.”
bullshit. You know if my father found out the truth, he’d not make me the pack
leader tonight. He’d probably give the pack to one of his idiot male
lieutenants just because they have a dick between their legs.”
underestimate him. He may be set in his ways, but do you honestly think he
doesn’t understand the heat you withstand? The constant sensual hunger that
must be satisfied?”
She didn’t want to have this conversation again. It always ended the same.
Tonight was special, and she would not walk away again. The pack needed this as
much as she did.
mated, and Nolan will finally be able to live with us full-time. The time isn’t
right for confrontation.”
question. He would have to get used to his place at her side in public and the
fact that her decisions were final. Eventually, she’d find a way to change the
rules against wolves and their human protectors from mating, but not tonight.
the wolf whined inside her head. Now it was her turn to deal with the
increasing aggression and her need to prove her dominance over Marek. Yeah
right. That would be an interesting fight. He gave as good as he got and always
kept her on her toes.
your father is waiting.” Her father. He’d reluctantly agreed to the change in
leadership of their pack on the shaky agreement that Marek and she mate first.
In fact, she suspected he knew the truth and was using tonight as a way to
force her hand.
pack, and she’d known when she came home her father would expect this. Her
thoughts drifted to the past and the heartache that lay behind her. She firmly
closed that door and stood. The past was the past and needed to stay there.
it’s time for us to go.”
pulled her against his chest, his mouth descending upon hers.
her, infusing her with emotions and passion that tasted sweet and sensual.
regained her balance. His gaze captured hers, and she stared into deep blue
eyes dark with need. She wanted to get lost in them. But she and Marek had a
London Howl by Hildie McQueen
of sleep and Genise snuggled closer to the warm body next to hers.
She was instantlyawake. In her sleep, she’d plastered herself against David.
Now she was fully aware of what little he wore. Boxers or something of the
sort, nothing else.
a long breath.
Instead, his hand continued its descent to her hip. “Tempting me,
to find he
studied her face.
“Sorry.” Genise moved
away and turned her face
into the pillow.
“I didn’t realize I’d
moved over,” she
mumbled into the fabric.
was nice to wake up with your head on my shoulder.”
body on top of her. Now her
plan to feel
him up while
he slept would
have to wait
another day. Damn.
and half-closed eyes, he reminded her of the ultimate Prince Charming.
Impossible to resist.
now, isn’t it?”
again, skimmed over her skin. Every single
molecule in her
body went on
high alert and
Genise inhaled sharply.
plan to hold a conversation right now? Of course, their agreement did not
include sex. As a matter of fact, it was very specifically indicated in the
contract that she was not to engage in any intimate manner with
him. How they
were expected to
sleep in the
same bed and
not, was puzzling.
affects me. So I understand.” He spoke in the lazy language of someone at
ease with the other in bed. How often, she wondered, did he have women hired to
do what she did right now?
an erection? Most
men woke up
with one. Would
he rebuff any advances
by her? Why
were they having
some sort of
business meeting while
half-naked in bed? He’d asked something and she’d been too absorbed in
dirty thoughts to hear. “Oh goodness.”
what I’m supposed
to wear today,” she lied.
He was gay. That had to be it.
The part of her heart that had loved him from afar for so long broke. Yet, it
would certainly explain why he did not try anything.
musings to focus
on his words.
He’d continued the conversation …”so
it’s refreshing to
be with someone
that doesn’t give
a fig about designers and such.”
waking, was oh so sexy.
There was a moment of silence, then a chuckle. “No. I suppose
you ask because I’m not trying to have sex with you.”
Dragon’s Honor by Mina Carter
Duke and Baron. Being called in for something other than a bollocking was. “
we weren’t in
trouble?” Baron rumbled, the
deep note of his
dragon evident in his voice as he slouched in the chair next to Duke and
glowered at his reflection in the
window opposite. Given
the nature of
the agency’ s work
the PPA offices
were open twenty-four-seven, so
the window looked out onto the darkness of night.
that noble names would give their kids something to aspire to, they weren’t identical, not in human form anyway. As humans
they looked alike, obviously brothers but that was where it ended. It was only
in their shifted forms
that they were
truly identical. Whether
or not that
was the way with
shadow-dragons, he had
no idea. Dumped
on the steps
of a hospital when
they were days old, they’ d never met their parents, nor indeed any
others of their kind. It had only been their adoptive father’ s research that
had given them a name for what they were. Seemed that shadow-dragons were as
rare as rocking horse shit, so getting more info was a no-go. Story of their
a job.” He reached
up, caught his
hair at the
nape of his
neck and snapped
the band from
his wrist around it
in a low
pony-tail. Unsnapping a
second he held
it out to his
brother. Baron glared at it as if
it were a venomous snake. Curling his lip, he took it and caught his own hair
back. Duke nodded
in approval as he studied
their reflections in
the window. At least they looked presentable now. Kind of. “
sideways glance at Duke. His brother was way too quiet. Which meant he was
thinking, which never
led anywhere good,
or he had done something, which
also never led anywhere
good. Especially since
their last job
had been at
a house with
stables. Stables with horses.
Horses which, as
far as Duke
was concerned, were
just steaks on
legs and Duke sure
as hell liked
steak. He also
hadn’t bugged the
shit out of
Baron to stop
for pizza on the way to the offices, a fact that hadn’t occurred to
Baron until just now. “
at him and…yes,
there it was.
oh-so-innocent look that was
completely believable to everyone but Baron. His breath punched out of his lungs
in a hiss just as Iliona’s door opened.
let me do the
talking,” he ordered
as the slender
form of their
boss was outlined in the door.
which meant small
and delicate. Where
the agency was
concerned though, she had
balls of steel
and would face
down even the scariest of
the paras. No one
argued, not if
they wanted a job.
Work could be
hard to come
by if you
were a paranormal, especially without the backing of
an established pack like the wolves, and old money like the vamps. Hell, even
the elves were organized, but dragons? Nada. Those that had to work were
relegated to niche
jobs or, Duke
shuddered, construction. He fucking
hated construction work. The
agency had changed all that for them. Within five minutes of walking into the front
office in desperation,
they’ d been
hired and hadn’t
looked back. Just
sideways and up, normally while Iliona was shouting at
them because Duke had eaten yet another family pet.
a smile. It looked good on her. Quickly Baron shut down that train of thought.
He might be a dragon, and rather hard to kill, but that
didn’ t mean
he was suicidal.
All the guys
working for the
agency, whatever their species, knew the boss was in a triad
with the two gargoyles, Cal and Gran, neither of whom
other species as ‘ squishable’ .
Iliona stood to one side of the door and waved them forward.“ Come on in, sit down. I’ ve got something I want to run by you.”
he stopped, and Duke walked smack into the back of him. Absorbing the impact with a
soft grunt, he cast a swift glance over the guy—suited, booted, and
human by the smell of him—then rolled his gaze to Iliona.
hurried forward, putting
herself between the
dragons and the
human. Their dislike of
strangers, particularly human
strangers, was well
known. “This is
Detective Hammond, he’ s with the
local police department. Detective Hammond, can I introduce you to Duke and
Baron, two of our best operatives.”
what she’d called them the last time
they’ d wound
up in here,
shuffling their feet
like kids summoned
to the headmaster’
s office. What she’d called them then would’ve made a marine blush.
detective on his feet, hand out to
shake. Duke ignored it, taking one of the seats behind them without a word. No
surprise there. Duke wasn’t a talker at the best of times. Baron shook the
guy’ s hand, offering a small, polite
smile he didn’t feel. Humans and their
you, Mr…?” The detective let his
words trail off in question.
giving their full names if, indeed, they have more than one.”
surname if they went through the
education system, or if you’
re employing them.” Confusion
flowed over Hammond’
s features as
he did that
little trouser hitch the
experienced suit-wearer adopted
to stop their
pants creasing and
sat down. Baron slumped into the chair next to Duke,
not caring if his well-worn jeans got creased or not.
from the other side of the desk, her hands folded over the file in front of
expression didn’t reach
her eyes, and
the scent rolling
from her betrayed
her irritation with the male. Not that he’d be able to pick that up with
his dull senses.
true,” she replied. “If we paid them in
money.” Hammond blinked, looking between
her and the two brothers. “ No money?
What do you pay them with then?”
voice rang with relish as he picked up
on the cue. “Live ones for us to roast. They taste better that way.”
Bearly Hanging On by Marina Maddix
passenger side door to his uncle’ s massive brown Caddy and waved her in with a
flourish, bending low as she climbed in. Her anxiety burst out of her in a
stream of giggles. He gave her a funny look before closing the door and walking
the mile and a half around the front of the car.
drove between Pearce Forestry and her grandparents’ house. She still didn’t understand why it was
such a terrible thing for him to hang out with her. Some weird class thing, no
take a left,” she instructed.
minutes of careful maneuvering to get the big boat of a car down the rutted
forest service road to the overlook spot. It would be light till nine, or even
later, so they should have a good show.
rocky outcropping overlooking a narrow channel. Patting the mossy granite next
to her, she said, “Come sit by me. This is gonna blow your mind. ”
around her like a tendril of warm smoke. It went straight to her core and
wriggled its way to her most sensitive parts. He never failed to get her all
hot and bothered, but it became so much more intense since he stopped wearing
Polo. A carefully calculated comment about how his own musk was vastly more
sensual than the cologne did the trick, and it wasn’t a lie. If she could only
smell one thing for the rest of her life, it would be Chet.
Her Shifter Secret by Flora Dare
She stood on the beach, the ocean crashing into the
sand in front of her. At her feet, Danae created a complicated diagram, loops
and swirls, harsh stick lines filled with colored salt and bits of shell. She
paused in her work and looked up at the moon that flooded the beach with light.
She flicked a match and lit the sage bundle. She traced the sacred pattern with
smoke, filling her head with her intention.
Forgetfulness. Freedom from pain. Peace.
The spell complete, she left the still burning sage
in the center of the diagram and stepped back. She sat a few feet away,
watching the sea slowly rise. The incoming tide took the spell and her last
shred of hope slowly into the ocean. The creeping water finally reached the
smoldering sage bundle, and extinguished it.
Danae sighed. The sea had her pain now, and all she
could do was to wait and pray that Neya, the goddess of the ocean, listened and
would grant her what she so desperately needed.
Danae woke up, tossing, the same nightmare echoing
in her ears. Blood, flames, screams. There was an emptiness inside of her where
the pain of her loss echoed. She pushed the blankets off and got out of bed.
She wandered to the window and looked out over the ocean. A storm was rolling
in, and she watched the spikes of lightning strike the water, over and over. It
suited her mood. She felt wild, like she could smash at the world a thousand
The waves grew crazed as the storm got closer to the
shore, and the wind echoed her despair as it howled around her house. She could
not look away from the water-lashed shore. Transfixed, Danae felt the sizzling
power of the storm wrap itself around her. Exultation rose inside her. The sea
was answering her plea. She felt it. Something was coming. Flowing through her
was the knowledge that her petition would be answered.
The storm ended as abruptly as it began. Danae
sagged down into the seat. She was so sure that it was Neya was answering her
pleas, but the horrid etched-in-stone memories were still there, still present.
She wrapped herself in a soft blanket and wept until she fell asleep.
The sun’s rays spiked through her window and the
calling of the seagulls woke her. A sour taste of disappointment still lingered
in her throat as she staggered to look out the window. Danae still remembered
everything. Her grief and her pain were still utterly wrapped around her soul.
She stared out the window as a bitter tear rolled down her cheek. She was
staring, half blinded by tears when a large lump rolling in the surf caught her
eye. It was getting closer and closer to the shore and Danae realized that this
was the answer the sea was going to give her. She raced out the door. She had
to reach whatever it was before it was too late.
She approached the water and saw red streaks rushing
to meet the retreating waves. Danae stared at the sea’s offering for several
long heart beats, finally realizing it was a man caught in the ocean’s grasp.
He was tumbling in the waves and she dashed forward, soaking herself, but she
was able to drag him to safety. She collapsed next to him, praying she’d been
fast enough to save him. She couldn’t bear another dead face trapped in her
Danae reached over and touched his back. He was
still warm so she rolled him over. He coughed, spitting up water, and moaned
something she didn’t catch. He was too big for her to move any further and she
was paralyzed with indecision. Should I go for help? Would anyone help me even
if they could get here fast enough? She grasped his neck, feeling for his
pulse. She went weak with relief when it beat strong beneath her hand.
She looked the man up and down, and realized with a
sigh of relief that his wounds were all superficial. Danae shifted to stand,
planning on running to the cottage to grab a blanket, but he moved fast and
seized her hand. She froze as he opened his eyes and his shocking green eyes
locked with hers. His eyes were all the colors of the sea, shifting and
She leaned forward, transfixed, pulled in by the
waves in his eyes. Danae was shocked away from him when his other hand reached
out and grazed her check. An unexpected jolt of passion rolled through her. It
had been so long, she almost didn’t recognize the feelings flooding her body.
Danae jerked away and broke free from his grasp. I don’t want those feelings, I don’t deserve
them. She rolled back on her heels, further away from the man. He slowly sat
up, his eyes never leaving her face.
Maria & the Angel by Jordan K. Rose
As a woman Maria couldn’t help but compare. Were her eyelashes as long and
thick as Dante’s? Was her skin as flawless? Was her hair as soft? Did she smell
had shorter eyelashes and tougher skin, thicker, more durable hair, and her
smell, well, she smelled like a werewolf. She was clean, of course, and smelled
fine to humans and wolves. But other Others commented on the “wolf smell.”
probably better than anyone. That sort of concern could make even the most
confident woman a little nutty.
every relationship. Personality traits, as well as the specifics of each
species could certainly complicate matters.
instance, his eyes were Otherworldly. Heavenly, even. In all her lifetimes
she’d never seen any like them.
made everyone look twice. Lovely eyes. She enjoyed looking at him as much as
any woman, but she did not envy the vampire.
past and the future. He’d seen everything for eons. They were the color of
perfectly polished jade and held flecks of darker green, black, and gold,
giving more depth to his eyes than humanly possible.
hypnotic lure was nearly impossible to resist.
she stopped trying to understand. Instead she learned to think past the angel
factor and think of him as a man.
of her body, lingering over the swell of her breast, and continuing down to her
thigh. He may have been an angel, but he was still a man.
breath breezed over her skin. “This pleases you.” His deep voice was magical.
Loud enough for only her to hear. A whisper into her soul.
Mate for a Month by Georgette St. Clair
Eileen Pennyroyal.”As soon as she mentioned her last name, she regretted it. A
lot of people found it intimidating or off-putting. But not this guy,
apparently. He didn’t even react. Was it possible he hadn’t heard of the
Pennyroyals? That would be a refreshing change.
Her eyes were a startling shade of gold. He just stood there and stared, his
warm breath making puffs of vapor in the chilly morning air. She was
disconcerted. He didn’t seem embarrassed about his nudity; he wasn’t making any
attempt to hide it.
you need some clothing? I’ve got a sheet in my car – you could wrap yourself in
it.” She hadn’t checked in to the hotel yet, so she still had her suitcases in
the car. She’d packed
she was crazy, and he was starting to seriously tick her off. First of all, he
was the one standing there starkers with his enormous schlong hanging out, and
he was looking at her funny? And he wasn’t attempting to flirt with her or
charm her at all. Not that she would have gone for it, but still. A girl liked
to have the option.
Fast & the Furriest by Celia Kyle
opened his mouth and out they came. “You can’t eat a human just because he
looked at you funny.”
the bridge of his nose as he asked the obvious question. “Were you wearing your
hell did you think he could tug your tail if you weren’t wearing it?” Claire
winced, and he realized he may have been shouting by the time he finished his
birth. Not because anything was wrong with his sister, but mainly because
twenty-two years later, she was a real pain in Ares’s ass.
hadn’t worked so far, but a man could hope. “Claire, you know how it works, we
to give their partner a few shifter characteristics and see how their
significant other handled those changes. Then a bite made the changes
The most important, the action that once taken could never be reversed, was the
tail-tugging. It went soul deep and formed a bond that only death could break.
With or without bites, that one act couldn’t be revoked. For a tiger to have
their tail pulled, to have that binding forced on them…
tigers keeping to their human forms, but the full moon was so close.
his hand through the air.
human his tiger still missed. Zoe, with her smile and tinkling laugh. Zoe and…
her camera phone and newspaper connections.
he’d thought so. Now she was merely the weapon of his pride’s destruction.
the story. They’d been debating revealing the truth versus denying it all, and
then… in came his human-craving sister.
resting on the edge of his desk. He was tired, so damned tired, and all he
wanted was one moment of peace. “I need you to work with me—”
actually in the middle of a meeting and not free to argue. “Look, Claire, it’d
be a good idea to lay low for a while. Stay close to the house.”
the pride to stay out of the outlying acres while we get a handle on things.
You can still go up the mountain, but avoid the forests closest to town. Stay
away from the hiking paths and areas open to the public.”
the room. Darcy whimpered and looked at the ground, her inner tiger succumbing
to his dominance. Now he waited on his sister. She held his gaze, blue eyes
blazing with determination fueled by anger. Their father was an alpha, the
strongest of the strong, and he’d imbued all of his children with that power.
It was part of the reason she managed to hold his stare for as long as she did,
but she’d submit.
glared at the wood flooring, tilting her head to the side. She clenched her
jaw, muscles standing out, and he knew she had plenty to say about his orders.
Well, he had too much shit to do to listen to her rant and rave.
dominance. It wanted to know what all the fuss was about. Curious cat. “I’m
asking you to be smart and save our mother worry, Claire. I’m asking you to stay
discussion.” He wasn’t going to rehash things every damned day.
anger. It was familiar with his sister’s behavior, and as far as Zoe went… the
animal didn’t want to think about her or the mistake they’d nearly made. The
whole situation would have been worse had he allowed Zoe to tug his tail, had
he joined with her permanently.
mean it didn’t mourn. With a final flick of its tail, the feline turned its
back on Ares’s human consciousness and padded to the far reaches of his mind,
content to sleep the day away. It’d been like that from the moment he’d read
the article’s headline and byline.
by Zoe Reynolds
naked body along with several snapshots of his transformation. Oh, there was
appropriate blurring here and there, but they’d gotten the point across.
mated whether the tiger liked it or not. And trying to part a tiger from their
mate could have deadly consequences.
enough. Or ever. Dammit. “So help me, I will send you to Arizona. Just see if I
“You’d…” she stuttered. “You’d send me to the desert?”
and placed his palms on the desk, leaning over the smooth surface. He forced
the cat to come forward and help a guy out. It grumbled, but did as he asked,
shifting his human eyes to tiger yellow. “No. Savannahs.”
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