Eden Farrell, PI, wolf #shifter, gorgeous, goes after what he wants, and now he wants Liberty. #erotic #PNR midweek teaser

From Wolf Bond book two in The Venn Pack in Love series #PNR from Siren Publishing

Liberty Venn longs for love after her alpha brother, Joshua, found it with Dani Cruz. It’s a year after the Cruz entrepreneurs have regenerated the town and saved Liberty from closing her cafe.

When a stranger arrives in town, he instantly captures lonely Liberty’s attention. Drawn to him by a deep undeniable instinct, Liberty loses her heart when Eden Farrell flirts with her.

Will he be the lover she’s begun to long for?

Eden Farrell, PI, wolf shifter, gorgeous, goes after what he wants, and now he wants Liberty. He recognizes the wolf in her long before she knows what he is. He ignites a passion in Liberty and she delights him with her response.

As a deep bond forms between them, danger follows Eden. He’s in love with Liberty, and believes nothing will keep him from her. Trouble is; danger is out to find them both. 

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She went straight into his arms as he held them out to her.

His kiss was gentle, and he left his arm around her shoulders as they began walking along the street. “You look beautiful. You smell delicious.”

Liberty pushed her arm around his waist and gave him a squeeze. “I closed a little early to run home and change.”

Eden detoured into the garden area of the bar and led her to stand near one of the magnolia trees. He held her close and kissed her.

Liberty molded her body to his, pressing against him. She breathed in the masculine scent of his skin against her nose as she kissed him, lingering and taking more kisses. From her peaking nipples to her clenching thighs, every single part of her tingled and she sighed, yearning to push his shirt up and feel his skin under her fingers and her tongue. A huge wave of lust tore a low moan from her, and she rested her face against his chest, trying to gain control of her breathing.

Eden’s heart hammered under her palm as she ran her hand over him. He lifted her face with a gentle hand to gaze into her eyes. “Liberty, that kiss—do you know what that kiss told me?” His voice a whisper, he moved his mouth so close to hers, Liberty longed for his lips on hers. Her need for him bordered on painful. She could hardly speak. In a voice made husky with desire, she answered, “Tell me.”

“You want me. You’re longing for my naked body covering yours. You need my cock ramming into your heated, creaming pussy. Isn’t that right?”

Liberty’s stomach tightened. Her pussy throbbed and cream drenched her panties. She surged against him, pushing her arms up around his neck, clinging to him, her mouth open against his.

The hard column of his erection teased her.

He slid his tongue on hers.

She broke the kiss. “Yes, yes, you’re right.”

He lifted her, his hands under her thighs so that her dress fell back and she locked her legs around his hips.

She groaned into his lips when her heated pussy contacted the bulge in his jeans. Her panties were so wet the fabric thinned and it was bliss to press against him.

“I need you, too. I need you badly. I’m aching for you. My cock’s so hard it’s about to burst through my jeans. We could go to my apartment.”

Liberty’s heart leapt. “Yes, forget the drink, let’s go there.”

Eden took a step, holding her close, and then he smiled. “I should let you down.” He set her on her feet, but wrapped an arm around her waist, his hand resting on her ass possessively.

Liberty’s legs felt like jelly. She let him guide her, almost unaware of the street and the people, the promise of sex with Eden making her light-headed. He led her into the building and stopped at the open door where the stairs ascended to his apartment.

He ran his fingertips over her face, down her neck to hold her head. His kiss sent a throb through her clit and a fresh drench of cream in her pussy. Liberty floated in the luscious melting sensation that traveled over her entire body.

Eden lifted his face from hers. “You’re sure?”

Liberty couldn’t bear the thought of not making love with Eden. Nothing could stop her now. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life. “Yes.” There was nothing else to say, unless she succumbed to begging to be fucked, which was what she actually felt like doing.

Eden picked her up, his arm around her waist, and a hand under her thighs. He carried her up the stairs to his apartment.

Liberty gasped and smiled as he took the stairs easily.

At the top, he slid her down his body.

The movement brought her shift dress up around her waist.

Eden’s eyes darkened as his gaze traveled to her bare legs and up to rest on the V between her legs.

Liberty had chosen her flimsiest, most transparent lace panties to wear. She enjoyed his heated perusal. She reached out and took his hand to bring his fingertips onto her slit where her wet pussy made the lace cling.

Eden slumped a little. His breath left him in a groan and he seemed to stagger. He bent his head and leaned his forehead on hers.

“Touching you…like this…it’s sweet torture. I can’t imagine what it will be like to slide my fingers into you, to thrust my cock into you, but I know if we don’t fuck soon, hard and urgently, I’m gonna come in my pants.”

Liberty eyes closed with lust. She angled her hips so that his fingers slipped between her legs. “Do it now. Fuck me hard and fast. Suck my nipples. Ram your fingers into my pussy. I am desperate for you.”

Eden fumbled with the key in the lock.

Liberty saw his hands shake. Her whole body trembled.

He pulled her into his apartment and knocked the door closed with his foot. He grabbed her shoulders, turned her, and dragged the zipper of her dress down.

Liberty helped him push it down her hips. It pooled around her ankles.

Eden sucked on the soft part of her shoulder, sending powerful streaks of pleasure right to her nipples. He unclipped her bra.

Liberty let it slide off as she leaned back into Eden’s arms.

He ran a hand inside her panties, and stroked her cream-slicked folds as he dotted kisses down her neck, his other hand kneading one of her breasts.

Liberty moved her head trying to kiss his mouth.

He brought her to face him, his fingers trailing her juices up her stomach.

Liberty held the hem of his T-shirt and dragged it up to reveal his chest. She kissed and licked up his muscles and grazed her teeth on his nipples.

Eden’s eyes were closed as she looked up at him.

He held her hips with strong hands.

She whispered, “Take it off. Take everything off.” 

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Visiting the blog today @YesItsNicolaC with new release #PNR #shifter #romance

Hello, and thanks so much for having me on today! Shifter Woods: Howl is the first entry in my new paranormal shifter romance series Esposito County Shifters. Howl, which is the story of coyote shifter Laurie Rivera and her (very) unexpected mate Sheriff Caleb Lynch, was originally supposed to be submitted to an anthology. Real Life™ promptly intervened, as it does, and I blew the deadline. I decided to go ahead and expand the story past the antho guidelines and Howl surprised me by turning into a 23,000 word novella. Go figure. The second entry, Shifter Woods: Roar, which runs concurrently with Howl and follows the story of Laurie’s cameraman Gavin and bear shifter Mike Ivanov, will be out in mid-May.

Also, may I just say that I am SO glad I was finally able to use this particular male model on a cover? I’ve been faunching after him since Empress of Storms, and I finally got the right book for him – yay!

Laurie wants a news story. Caleb just wants to be left alone. But when the coyote shifters’ paths cross in New Mexico’s Sandia Mountains, Fate steps in and gives them something they never expected—each other.

Reporter Laurie Rivera is on the trail of a white slavery ring when she’s forced to run for her life in the foothills near Sandia Crest. Widowed sheriff and Alpha coyote shifter Caleb Lynch comes across the exhausted reporter and discovers to his shock that Laurie’s also a coyote shifter—and his new heart’s mate.

But Caleb never expected to have another chance at love, and Laurie has a good reason to fear being claimed, especially by an Alpha. As a snowstorm traps them in the sheriff’s cabin, Caleb must find a way around the barriers surrounding Laurie’s heart, and Laurie has to confront her past—and the humans who want her dead—if she wants a chance at her very own “happily ever after.”

• Paranormal, Erotic Romance, MF
• Word Count: 23,000
• Heat Level 4
• Published By: Belaurient Press

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Where to Buy

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Excerpt

Caleb Lynch slammed the cabin door closed with his foot, depositing the woman in his arms on the couch. Her eyes were still closed, her full lips turning a faint shade of blue, and her heartbeat was worryingly slow. That and the fact that she wasn’t shivering meant she was well into hypothermia.

At least he knew how to handle that. He stepped to the hallway closet and grabbed a bundle of blankets and the heavy old quilt his grandmother had made. Dumping them next to the sofa, he started stripping the cold, wet clothes off his guest.

Peeling off the waterlogged cloth revealed sleek limbs, smooth tan skin and some mouthwatering curves that made his palms tingle with the urge to touch. Worse, each new inch of exposed skin let more of her heavenly scent come to his nose. He’d thought he’d made a mistake out near the creek, that it had been some sort of olfactory hallucination, but this close it was impossible to miss. He struggled not to throw his head back and howl.

No. You have a responsibility, dammit. Get her warm and dry first.

When she was down to her underwear he opened one of the blankets and covered her with it, then reached under to strip off the damp scraps of nylon and cotton. She moaned in complaint and he bit his lip, trying to come into contact with as little skin as possible. What he did touch, however, was silken.

He pulled the bra and panties free, tossing them on top of the rest of her clothing, then set to piling more blankets on her, topped with the heavy quilt. She’d get warmer faster if you slid in there with her, part of his brain suggested. Just strip down, crawl in, take her in your arms and—

He cut that thought off. He had never laid a finger on an unwilling female in his life, and he damn well wasn’t about to start now. Even if she did look like sun and sin in one gorgeous package and smelled like—

Mine. She smells like mine.

Damn it all. It was getting harder to tear his mind away from that thought. Gritting his teeth, he sat back on his haunches and considered. Wet clothes removed and dry blankets applied, check. Next was warmth.

Along with the blankets he’d grabbed a bunch of chemical hand warmer packets. He cracked a few, shook them up to get the exothermic reaction going, then tucked them under the blanket by her feet. She shifted, toes automatically stretching towards the heat.

Her eyes fluttered open, revealing irises the color of a rich sherry. “Wha’ happened?”

“You tell me, honey.” Caleb swallowed a smile, wanting to stroke the tangled black silk away from her face. “I found you in Bollan Creek. I’m guessing you fell in?”

“Creek?” One slender hand emerged from the blankets, pushing her hair back. “Yeah. Fell down a hill—” She blinked, her gaze sharpening as she took in the blankets covering her. Her other hand groped under the blankets, confirming her sartorial status. “Where are my clothes?”

He expected confusion, even anger, but the strength of the fear pouring off her made him feel both guilty and a little annoyed. “They’re right here,” he said, nodded at the pile of wet cloth. “I’m sorry, but you were going into hypothermia. They had to come off.”

She clutched the blanket closer as she peered over the edge of the sofa at her clothes. A flush spread across her cheekbones, and the fear scent kicked up a notch. “Who took them off?”

He sighed. “I did. And to answer your next question, I covered you with a blanket first,” he tapped a drape of the quilt, “and I didn’t take any liberties.”

Not that he hadn’t wanted to. “Now, I’d appreciate some answers to my questions,” he said, allowing a hint of sternness to show through. “What are you doing in Big Rock territory without my permission?”

She stared at him, biting her lower lip. “I didn’t mean to, Alpha, I swear. I’m here on business.”

“What kind of business?”

“I’m a reporter with the Albuquerque Sun—”

The growing lust generated by her scent evaporated. “You’re a reporter?”

Just what he needed, one of those snoopy bastards poking around Esposito County. Except she’s a shifter, too. What the hell is she doing in a city, anyway?

About the author
Nicola Cameron is a married woman of a certain age who really likes writing about science fiction, fantasy, and sex. When not writing about those things, she likes to make Stuff™. And she may be rather fond of absinthe.
While possessing a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn’t until 2012 that she decided to write about it. The skills picked up during her SF writing career transferred quite nicely to speculative romance. Her To Be Written work queue currently stands at around nineteen books, and her mojito-sodden Muse swans in from Bali every so often to add to the list, cackling to herself all the while.
Nicola plans to continue writing until she drops dead over her keyboard or makes enough money to buy a private island and hire Rory McCann as her personal trainer/masseur, whichever comes first.

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Attacked by a rogue #shifter, River wakes with no memory... #PNR from @allysonyoung45 and @evernightpub

Blurb:

River Fortuna’s wolf is awake and pacing, anticipating their first heat. Traumatized by early misunderstandings of shifter sexuality, River intends to avoid being claimed at all cost. She doesn’t plan on meeting handsome, virile Alpha Jett Reeves.

Jett is instantly drawn to River, his pheromones flooding to trigger her heat and force her sexual surrender, despite her tangible—and unlawful—means of avoidance.

Initially a mindless slave to her hormones, River comes to accept Jett past his ability to assuage her sexual need and falls in love with him. Unable to label his myriad of feelings, Jett doesn’t reciprocate, and she is devastated, realizing she is locked in a lifelong, loveless partnership.

Attacked by a rogue shifter, River wakes with no memory, and Jett must face the fact that what he felt for River all along was love—and find a way to bring her back to him.

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Excerpt:

They rode the elevator to the sixth floor in near silence, the eddies of lust making the small space nearly insufferable for him, and his mate leaned against the wall as though she might slip to the floor any moment. Her brow and temples glistened with sweat and her fingers twitched spasmodically. She was coming into her full heat and fighting it all the way.

Stepping off when the doors opened, he strode in the direction the small arrow indicated and found the room within several yards. The key card gave them entrance and he flicked on the light. He shoved the cases just inside the door, blocking the heavy panel with his forearm so it wouldn’t close. “In you go, River.”

Did women trudge? His woman did, despite the trembling of her entire body. His heart ached at her trepidation despite the all-encompassing lust he experienced. Her head down, intense need radiating to pull him in, he threw the deadbolt, and then gave in to what their nature decreed.

 Thrusting his hand through her thick mane, his fingers weaving among the long, silky strands just as he’d fantasized, he drew her head back and forced her to look him in the eyes. Hers were dilated, the rich brown irises nearly eclipsed by the stark black of her pupils. Square, white teeth clenched her full bottom lip, presumably to control panting, because she drew draughts of air in through her nose. He could detect the threads of resignation weaving through her vast need, her intense heat rapidly eclipsing any coherent thought. Regret that he’d caused this once again pierced his own narrowly shrinking focus—but only briefly. He lowered his head and took her mouth.

Sweetness and life burst over his senses at his first taste, and he groaned against her full lips even as his tongue made a foray past them. River totally surrendered, as female wolves do when they met their fated mate, and he barely had time for that thought—fated mate—before he wrapped an arm around her limp form. Two steps and they fell to the big bed, the mattress compressing beneath their combined weight as he ravished her mouth. She opened to let him in and gave up all the flavor that was uniquely her.

He reluctantly tore his lips away to rear up and shred the plain shirt that hid her from his view. Her lightly tanned skin filled his vision as her utilitarian bra met the same fate, and he noted with pleasure how modest her tan lines were. His wolf rose up. Mine. The growling claim resounded in the room and her eyes fluttered open and she blinked. Behind the thicket of her dark lashes, a sexual haze again blurred the rich chocolate, and her lids drifted shut.

Once they came to know one another, their coming together could be slowed and savored, but for now, he needed to visibly establish his claim. His frantic cock shuddered in agreement as he demolished the tough denim of her jeans, taking care not to score her soft skin with a claw.

With her nude beneath him, his gaze drawn to the soft, pale fur at her apex, he willed his other-self back, and his claws retracted. Lord knew what she’d seen when she’d stared up at him. Probably a wild-eyed beast intent on its succulent prey, and he blessed the Mother and the mating heat that River hadn’t screamed in fear. Only an alpha could partially shift, and it was unlikely she’d seen one in such a state before.

His own apparel fell away as he quickly stripped and then blanketed his mate’s writhing form. Velvety flesh met his own in a haze of heat and sensation.

“Please.” Her plea was strangled and all the more evocative because of it.

“I’ll take care of you,” he promised. “Always.”

About the author;

Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband and numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks too! After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica.

Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.

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New #PNR from guest @AuthorRebeccaBrochu read a #teaser

In a world where magic makes might Cyril Arlen is the fourth son of the Matriarch of House Arlen, a powerful clan of witch-born.  Uninterested in politics or the pressures associated with his House, Cyril is content to leave it all behind to live a quiet and peaceful life on his own.

Unfortunately not everyone agrees with that choice.

After a decade of peace Cyril is unexpectedly named Heritor to his mother’s position and shoved back into the spotlight against his will.

Now, forced to deal with a power hungry half-brother and the pressures of one day ruling his House, Cyril’s only comfort is Alpha Sinclair Ferus.  Sinclair is duty bound to protect him and happens to be the same man who has fascinated Cyril since he was a child.

Despite his reluctance to accept his new position Cyril finds that having Sinclair around might just make it all worthwhile.

Teaser:

For one tense, almost too long moment, Sinclair was rigid against him, the shoulder beneath his hand as hard as marble. Just as Cyril was prepared to pull back, to stammer an apology and find somewhere to hide until his hurt and humiliation had faded, Sinclair moved.

Alpha in all the ways that mattered, Sinclair took control of the kiss with a barely suppressed snarl. His mouth went from passive to aggressive as his arms came up, one large hand cupped the back of Cyril’s neck firmly while the other arm wrapped itself around his waist. Cyril barely had time to blink before he was tugged even closer to the heat of Sinclair’s frame and desire threatened to completely white out his thoughts.

There was a low rumbling growl building in Sinclair’s chest, Cyril could feel it with as close as they were pressed together. Caught up in his lust Cyril couldn’t help but try and press even closer to him. The arm around his waist was a band of steel that clutched him tightly as Sinclair’s tongue swept into his mouth to tangle with his own. Sinclair tasted of mint and hints of spice, chai like the tea he drank in the afternoons.

The arm around his waist moved then. Sinclair’s hand trailed down across his waist and his lower back only to pause long enough to squeeze his ass for a brief moment. Then, with a flex of muscle, Cyril found himself hoisted in the air so that he could wrap his legs around Sinclair’s tapered waist. He groaned at the sensations the new position invoked, at the way Sinclair’s hips fit so nicely between his thighs, even as Sinclair shifted them until Cyril felt a wall at his back.

Sinclair broke the kiss a few seconds later only to nip sharply at Cyril’s bottom lip and duck down so he could mouth wetly at the curve of his throat. Cyril didn’t hesitate to tip his head back as far as he could against the wall behind him, purposefully baring his throat.

Sinclair made a rough growling noise and then his mouth seemed to be everywhere. He sucked harshly at Cyril’s pulse point, ran his tongue across the throbbing vein, nipped at the sensitive skin until Cyril knew he’d have marks. He also knew what the willing and open baring of a throat meant to a wolf.

Trust.

Surrender.

Submission.

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From today's hottest NY Times, USA Today, and Bestselling authors comes a collection of 10 novellas, featuring hot alpha, beta, and omega shifters. If you like tigers, bears, wolves, and more you'll love this box set. Each story is either a first in a series or a stand-alone novella.

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Reluctant Revenge - Under the Demon's Skin by Xandra James
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Night Falls (Racinitine Pack 1) by Nicole Morgan

A novella within Alpha, Beta, Omega

Paul Holton is the leader of the Racinitine Pack. Rising to his position from bloodline and destiny hadn’t been easy for the strong willed young man. Having sacrificed many of the things his kind long for in their reticent existence, Paul knew all he forfeited had been for the greater good.

Kinzey Sloane had been finding ways to get herself into trouble ever since she was a rambunctious young child. Now a reporter for the small press, The Grand Lake Gazette, she was determined to make a name for herself no matter what it costs.

When Paul crosses paths with the tenacious and gorgeous red head, Kinzey he knows he’s in trouble. Not only can he see the fire in her, but he can feel it as well. But when Kinzey gets too close to his secrets, he is faced with making a choice that could not only change his world, but the only life his pack has ever known.

Excerpt from Night Falls (Racinitine Pack 1) by Nicole Morgan

Paul Holton stared down at his opponent below. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto Zeke’s, sliding down the side and falling into the crease of the scar he’d caused when he and Zeke were just boys.

"Surrender," Paul ordered.

“Not a chance, brother.”

With a swift and abrupt movement, Zeke elbowed his big brother in the ribs and grinned when Paul released his hold in agony.

Getting on top of him, Zeke pinned him down and said, “You may be older, but you’ll never be faster.”

Paul’s eyes glinted with the glow of Amber, the color that only showed when his other side was trying to shift through.

With a burst of adrenaline and strength that he knew his little brother wouldn’t be able to overcome, Paul pushed Zeke off of him and several feet away.

He then got up from the dirt covered barn and stood over Zeke. “Faster yes, but never stronger, my brother.”

Paul held his hand out to help Zeke up, but the gesture was refused. Just like the sore loser he’d always been, Zeke pushed his hand away and stood up in what could only be described as a childlike huff.

“You cheated.”

Laughing, he asked, “How exactly did I cheat? And when did this become a competition?”

“You used your powers. I saw your eyes. And it’s always a competition.”

“Only because you say so, brother. But not everything has to be. And don’t think I didn’t notice your hair prickle and begin to lengthen when you were on top of me. If you’re going to pull the powers card, you might want to take a look at your own tactics first.”

Zeke glared at his brother. “Whatever.”

Shaking his head, he could do nothing more than chuckle. His little brother might be fast and one of the best fighters's the Racinitine Pack had ever seen, but he still had the temperament of a fifteen-year-old boy who didn't get his way.

“Are you two at it again?”

Both men turned to see Nova, their sister, and the middle child of the trio standing in the moonlit silhouette of the barn doors.

“Just a friendly workout, sis.”

“Friendly, my ass.” Zeke snapped.

“I guess I know who lost.” Nova teased.

“Shut up, Nova. You always side with him.”

“Maybe that’s because you’re always acting like a petulant child.” She replied.

“Alright you two, knock it off.” Paul walked toward his sister and kissed her on the cheek. “Why do you antagonize him?”

She shrugged. “Because it’s fun and because I can.”

“Well knock it off. You know what a sore loser he can be.”

"I heard that," Zeke muttered while brushing the dust off of his pants.

Rolling her eyes, Nova turned her attention toward Paul. “Everyone has gathered for the meeting. They’re out in the clearing.”

“Thanks, sis. Let’s head out there now.” He turned toward his little brother. “All of us.”

With a sarcastic smile, Zeke added, "Yes, let's all show up like one big happy family."

“I’m serious Zeke. We need to show a unified front. Our pack is depending on us to be the example here. Until we know what is going on none of us can show any signs of doubt or hesitation. Understood?”

His siblings nodded in agreement. Despite their disagreements, they all knew how dire their current situation was. 

A few minutes later Paul and his siblings made it down to the clearing where their pack’s meeting place had been established generations earlier. Buried deep in the forest of Rocky Mountain National Park, no one but animals had ever crossed this desolate part of their land.

He took his place atop a large stone where many leaders before him had stood and turned to address the members of their pack.

“Good evening, everyone. Thank you for coming on such short notice. I realize that it’s not easy to sneak away from our normal existence but times are ominous and we need to discuss what has been happening.”

“Is it true that it might be one of us?” A male voice from the crowd called out causing a stir amongst the others.

“Now let’s not jump to any conclusions. There’s no reason to start a panic over this.”

“Start a panic? People are dying!”

Paul looked down at Ingrid, one of the older of their female pack members. She'd been a caregiver for him and his brother and sister when they were younger. It pained him to see her look so confused and scared as she looked up at him.

“Ingrid, I realize that. And I know you’re scared. As I’m sure many of you are. But I want everyone to know that we don’t know anything as of yet. The very little information we have is just that. Very little, far too little for us to draw any conclusion from. And I certainly do not think it was one of us.”

“So what are you saying, it was a real wolf? A bear?” She asked him.

“We simply don’t know. But I do know our kind. And none of us would ever hurt a human. Much less two innocent hikers. We’ve spent generations reigning in our powers so that very thing doesn’t happen.”

“I read the news reports. Those attacks didn’t come from any bear. If it wasn’t one of us it had to be a wolf.” Royce, another member of the pack shouted out from far back in the crowd.

Paul let out a sigh and placed his hands on his hips. He knew his pack wanted answers. And oh how he wished he could give them to him. But the fact of the matter was he had no idea who had killed those hikers two nights before. And as much as he hated to admit it, he wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t one of them. Wolves had been rather dormant in their area for quite some time. The odds that it was an animal and not one of their pack were slim.

His duty was to his pack. He had to keep a level head. At the very least until he knew what was going on. It was his only option.

The knowledge that there may be a killer amongst them was a fear he didn’t care to voice.

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On the way to his place, Sascha fell silent. He considered the blood Melissa had given him. It was a lovely thought and a great gift, but where had she got it, and did she put herself in danger to get it. He glanced across at her as she drove. Although they’d only just met, he felt a deep bond with her. He had no doubt he was in love with her. When he told her he loved her earlier the truth of it rushed into his head, filled him up with longing to make her his forever somehow. He stared ahead at the road. Would she let him turn her? Then he sighed. Could he take away the sunlight she talked about enjoying? Could he make her dwell in darkness as she told him he did? The answer hurt. His heart ached, but the answer was no, he couldn’t do that. He loved her too much.

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... This short story from Elodie Parkes is a perfect fantasy combining love, secrets and a hidden enemy in just a few short pages. And the love scenes are as hot as I’ve come to expect of Parkes; they are just descriptive enough to make you blush and understand how a couple could so quickly succumb to their emotions. The Black Lion is short but it is well written... This genre is an acquired taste but Elodie Parkes gets the job done every time.

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