Savage Betrayal: Savage, Book 2 (35 page)

Seducing Allie

Chances Are

Anybody but Justin

Luck be Delanie

Protecting Phoebe

Holding out for a Hero

Going Down

Command and Control

Flash Point

Coming Soon:

The McLaughlins

Good Girl Gone Plaid

He’s going to show this wedding crasher just how dirty the outdoors can be.

Seducing Allie

© 2011 Shelli Stevens

Seattle Steam, Book 3

Allison Siegel is out to stop a wedding. With one of her best childhood friends about to marry a gold-digger, who wouldn’t at least try to stage an intervention? Apparently, her
other
childhood bestie, Clint.

The minute Allie grew out of her sneakers and into her curves, Clint’s hormones went ballistic. But she had eyes only for Ken, so Clint made himself scarce, even after the relationship fizzled. Now she’s back, looking better than ever—and hell-bent on sabotaging Ken’s wedding. So Clint knows he needs to do whatever it takes to head her off at the pass.

Kidnapped! Allison can't believe it. Now she’s stuck in the Montana backwoods fending off nature’s friends, and fighting a losing battle to resist Clint—the sexiest forest ranger on the planet.

Clint has big plans for Allie. Not only will he convince a city girl that she needs to embrace her inner nature freak, but he's going to prove there's sparks flying in more places than just the campfire.

Warning: This book contains a city girl out of her element, a forest ranger determined to keep her there, and a campfire seduction hot enough to melt more than just marshmallows.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Seducing Allie:

“You liked it when I kissed you this morning.”

“Not even a bit.” Her pulse went into double time.

“And last night at the bachelor party? You were practically melting in my arms.”

“Talking to girls like this doesn’t actually get you laid, does it?”

“In fact,” he went on like she hadn’t even spoken, “I think you’d like it if I did a whole lot more than kiss you tonight.”

The scent of him filled her senses, sending her mind spinning and making her knees tremble. His hard torso pressed firmly against her breasts and her nipples tightened into hard points against the lace of her bra. She swallowed hard and tugged at her wrist.

“Tell me, Allie. I’ve always wondered how you like it. Are you all about the romance?” His voice lowered to a soft caress. “Do you enjoy it when a man gently sucks on your nipples and brings you to orgasm while playing your clit like an instrument?”

His words sent a rush of hot moisture between her legs and she bit back a groan.

“Stop this,” she begged hoarsely. “Please, Clint.”

“Or do you like it hard?” he went on, ignoring her plea. “Do you want a guy to bite and suck on your nipples until they’re red and marked?” He lowered his head, his breath hot against her cheek. “Do you like to hold a man’s head between your legs—let him eat you as if you’re the fucking blue ribbon pie at the fair?”

Shock ripped through her, from the top of her head to her toes which were curling. Shock and absolute lust. No man had ever spoken to her in such a crude, sexual way before. And more so, no man had ever fucked her hard like that. The idea of Clint being the one to do it and the imagery his words created…

This time a groan did escape and she could feel the dampness of her panties between her legs.

“Or maybe both.” His eyes darkened and he used his free hand to pull her tighter against him. Through the abrasive fabric of his jeans she felt him growing harder against her belly.

“One thing is certain—I’m going to enjoy finding out.” He slid his hand down her spine to her bottom, bunching the fabric of her dress.

Cool air tickled her buttocks, and her pulse quickened as he pulled the dress over her hips. His fingers plucked at the strip of thong between the cheeks of her ass.

“I was wondering about this.” His mouth hovered just above hers. “Whether you wear thongs or just no panties at all.”

“Both,” her voice trembled, and she couldn’t believe she was admitting it. “Sometimes a thong, sometimes nothing.”

Why wasn’t she pushing him away? She should be fighting this—fighting him. But at this moment nothing else mattered except being locked in this sensual power struggle with Clint.

She drew in a ragged breath and before she could reconsider, pressed her body firmly against his.

He gave a murmur of approval. “I’ve been wondering about another thing.”

“Oh yeah?”

His lips brushed across hers, ever so lightly and a tremble racked her body.

“What’s that?” She brushed her lips over his this time.

He followed the strip of her thong down with his fingers, low between her cheeks. With a slight tug, she felt him slip his finger beneath the fabric, before his fingers grazed over the swollen lips of her sex.

Fire raced through her veins and her knees weakened.

“This,” his voice grew hoarser now. “I wanted to know how wet I made you.”

He pushed a finger between the folds and inside her.

“Hell.” His mouth grazed the side of her neck as he pushed the finger deep and began to slowly penetrate her with it. “You’re soaked for me.”

She bit her lip, not so far gone that she would admit the words aloud.

“Allie. My Allie-cat. My seductive little kitten.” He curled his finger, moving it along the wall of her channel. He hit an ultra sensitive spot and she gasped. “Admit you want me.”

“The hell I do.” She moved against his hand.

“Really?” He pulled his finger from her and she cried out at the loss of sensation. “Well, we’ll just have to see about that.”

He cupped her ass and lifted her, carrying her over to the bed before he dropped her down. She bounced once and scrambled to sit up.

Going to his knees in front of her, he grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge.

“You don’t want me?”

“No,” she lied. The breath locked in her throat as he trailed his fingers up her calves.

“Not even a little bit?” He pushed her dress up around her waist again and bracketed her hips with his hands.

“Not even—” she gasped when he dropped a kiss on the silky fabric still covering her mound, “—a little bit.”

“Hmm.” His tongue traced her slit through her thong. Up and down. The pressure and wetness of his mouth alone almost made her come.

Tension coiled hot in her belly and the walls of her sex clenched in anticipation.

“I’m not sure I believe you, kitten.” He hooked his fingers into the sides of her thong and tugged it off her hips. The tiny scrap of material slid down her body and off.

Oh God, it was insane how bad she wanted his mouth on her. She clenched her fists and stared down at Clint kneeling between her thighs.

He gave the slightest smile as he studied her swollen sex. Almost like he was forming a plan of attack.

His breathing grew heavier as he gripped her calves and lifted her legs over his shoulders. He kissed the inside of her thigh, then caught the sensitive skin between his teeth lightly.

Allison leaned back onto her elbows, pushing herself closer to his mouth. She wouldn’t be the one to lose control.

He raised his gaze to hers.

Without looking away, he pushed his tongue inside her and despite her vow, she was lost.

Strike a match, light the candle…and fall into the spell.

Shadow of the Wolf

© 2012 Dana Marie Bell

Heart’s Desire, Book 1

Christopher Beckett is from an ancient line of wizards, but with one aspect that sets him apart. His wolf. Right now that wolf is howling for a mate. Knowing it’s only a matter of time before the wolf’s needs override everything else in his life, Chris casts the spell all the Becketts have used to call their mates to them.

His wish list is short: She must be of a lineage at least as old as his own. And she must accept his wolf. When his mate appears, he realizes his list should have been one item longer.
 

Alannah Evans, a powerful witch of the Evans Coven, has no problem with Chris’s wolf. It’s the wizard part that sticks in her magical craw. Witches and wizards have always been at odds, so by rights, she and Chris shouldn’t be striking sparks of attraction this bright. But Chris will not be denied, and gradually she finds herself trusting him—then falling into the fire of desire.

When it becomes clear an old enemy has targeted them both for death, Chris charges into a duel that could cost him his life. Or worse: Lana.

Warning:
Product contains explicit sex, graphic language, magic, mayhem, and a wet, naked wolf shifter bearing hot chocolate. Mmm…chocolate.

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Shadow of the Wolf:

Lana stopped, a strange sense of both safety and vulnerability flashing through her.
That way.
She started to turn to her left and shrieked.

Lightning flashed, thunder rumbled, and the dark shape of a man stood before her. His eyes gleamed in the flash of lightning, his grin triumphant. He reached out toward her and tried to grab her arm.

Her entire being shuddered away from him. Lana stepped away from the man. “Why have you been following me?”

The man tilted his head. “Isn’t your car broken down on the road? I thought you could use some help.”

His voice was a pleasant blend of concern and attraction. Lana’s eyes narrowed, bringing up her second sight. Usually she could conjure up a person’s aura fairly easily, but this man’s was somehow shielded. Unfortunately she got just enough of a feel off of that shield to know what she was dealing with.
 

Damn. A freaking wizard. Figures.

No way did she want to engage in a magical dance with a wizard, especially when she couldn’t tell how strong he was. Lana took a step back. Every instinct she had pushing her away from the man in front of her.

“I’d be careful too. There are rumors of some kind of wild animal in these parts. Found a few dogs mangled in the woods.”

The concern in his voice was false. A flash of black and sickly green surrounded him, the colors murky and muddled, before he shielded himself once more. Something was off about those colors, but she was too cold and tired to figure it out now. “Ah, thanks for the warning.” Lana took another step away from the scary stranger, her instincts screaming at her that her only safety lay
behind
her, somewhere in the shadows.

The man matched her, moving forward a step. “You really should have waited in your car for a cop or something, Miss…?”

Lana put her hands behind her, feeling for trees and branches. She continued to move away from the menace she sensed in front of her. If she could reach the safe harbor she felt behind her, everything would be all right.

Only if she could reach it, though.

Then again, the Lord does help those who help themselves.
Her eyes were drawn to the branch swaying dangerously above his head.
And the Lady provides the means.

The stranger dropped all pretense of helpfulness. He shook his head at her, his expression annoyed. “Are you going to make this difficult? It doesn’t have to be painful, you know.”

“What doesn’t have to be painful?”

“Your death.”

With those words several things happened at once. A long, menacing growl erupted out of the darkness. One of the shadows hurtled through the night, knocking the blond man onto his ass.

And the branch he’d been standing under snapped, helped along by Lana and the force of the wind, hitting the blond on the top of his head and knocking him out cold.

The shadow animal turned, its golden eyes trained on Lana. Slowly it stalked toward her, its body moving with a supple, lethal grace.

A black wolf. In rural Pennsylvania
.

Lord? Lady? No freaking way
that’s
safe.
Lana gulped, and wondered if, somewhere out there, Fate was laughing its ass off at her.

Christopher’s heart was still pounding in his chest. He turned toward his mate, scenting her for any injuries. He relaxed a bit when all he smelled were scratches, most likely from her flight through the woods.

When Cole had threatened her, it had been all he could do not to rip out the bastard’s throat. The only thing that had saved him had been the falling branch and his mate’s horrified gasp.

She was brave, his female. She stood there and watched him coming toward her with big, chocolate brown eyes wide with fear and…