Showing posts with label The Alpha's Ardor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Alpha's Ardor. Show all posts

Friday, February 7, 2014

Love Is In The Air Thanks To Evernight Publishing! (Feb 7-14)





Valentine's Day is a time of love and togetherness.  

As a vixen of erotica I love love and everything that goes along with it! And I'm not alone.  Evernight Publishing is filled to the brim with authors who feel the same way and absolutely adore sharing their love with others.

One way we all like to do this is through hot and steamy or sweet and delicious love scenes!

Evernight Publishing is hosting what has to be one of their hottest blog hops in order to celebrate the holiday of love!  Each participating author will be giving you, the reader, a free love scene! As you make your way through the blog hop you'll find that each of us has a special excerpt just for you. You'll find extended scenes from your favorite books, new scenes featuring Evernight characters and even some well loved scenes from published Evernight books.

Now the love scene that I'm presenting to you happens to be from my current WIP the highly anticipated Wolves of Flathead Book #2 The Beta's Beloved!  

Book #1, The Alpha's Ardor, introduced us to wounded werewolf Declan Adair and Alpha Law Carson who takes him in and steals his heart. (If you haven't done so already make sure to grab a copy of The Alpha's Ardor so you'll be all caught up on the happenings in Flathead!)  



The Beta's Beloved will bring us back to Flathead and show us just what's been going on with Declan's twin brother Lachlan and Law's younger brother Trace!

So finally, I give you a never before seen love scene!

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            Trace leaned down and took Lachlan’s mouth in another deep kiss.  Before he pulled back Trace grabbed one of Lachlan’s hands and guided it towards Lachlan’s cock.

“I want to watch.” Trace rasped. Lachlan jerked and stared up at him in surprise but Trace just leaned over and ran the flat of his tongue across Lachlan’s nipple. “I want you to do it.”

“I-I thought you … I thought we were …” Lachlan stuttered, face red as he stared up at Trace, his one hand still caught in Trace’s grasp while the other clawed at the rug beneath them.

“We will. We definitely will. But not this time, not this quick. This time I want to watch you fall apart like this.” Trace urged Lachlan’s hand closer gently. “Can you do that?”

“Yeah.” Lachlan breathed out and Trace saw the moment he gave into the idea.  He couldn’t help but grin, sharp and wide, when Lachlan finally gave in, wrapped his hand around his cock and reflexively squeezed. Trace felt Lachlan’s hand flex in his own, felt his fingers squeeze as he gave himself a tentative stroke. It took a minute before Lachlan really looked relaxed and comfortable but he slowly began to develop a rhythm as Trace pulled away.

“Good?” Trace asked, entranced with the way Lachlan’s mouth had gone slack with pleasure. He couldn’t resist the urge to kiss at the length of Lachlan’s exposed throat, to run his teeth across the delicate and sensitive skin and watch as the light red marks he left behind instantly disappeared.

“Uh huh.” Lachlan’s ears were flushed and his mouth was open enticingly.  Trace found his attention drawn to the way Lachlan’s cock was rigid and weeping in his hand. Trace wanted a taste, wanted to slink down and take Lachlan into his mouth but he stayed strong. Instead he pressed closer to Lachlan.  He rubbed the aching curve of his own cock against Lachlan’s side and moaned against his throat at how good the pressure felt even with his own pants still in place.

“Can’t wait to have you. Get you all open and wet and needy. Been thinking about how well you’d take me for forever now.” Trace breathed against Lachlan’s ear. “Might make you ride me so I can watch you. Or maybe I’ll put you on your knees, wrap a hand in that hair of yours so I can see you take my cock up close.” His eyes clenched closed at the desperate, needy sound that ripped its way out of Lachlan in response. “You like that? The thought of me on you? In you? Making you mine in a way you’ll never be able to erase. I bet you’d get on your knees for me right now wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.” Lachlan hissed out, voice gone rough and broken with want. “Want to. Want to be on my knees for you Trace. Please.”

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What did you think?  

Leave an original comment below discussing the scene and including your email address and I'll give you a chance to win not one but two free books of your choice from my backlog of Evernight titles!

It's been a pleasure to have you by and I hope you'll be on the look out for The Beta's Beloved!

Before you go be sure to make your way through all of the rest of stops for more hot, steamy love scenes of all flavors and the chance to win The Grand Prize! One lucky winner will receive a $100 Visa gift card for a night out to be randomly chosen from all blog comments. 

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Tuesday, May 21, 2013

The Wolves of Flathead are here!!

That's right!  My newest M/M shifter romance is here and it is HOT!





The first of my new trilogy The Wolves of Flathead, The Alpha's Ardor is sure to please!  The Editor's Pick Seal proves it!


Wolves of Flathead, 1 
Declan Adair and his twin brother Lachlan are wolf shifters with no home or pack and a dark past that makes them hated by other weres. Hunted and forced to separate, Declan finds himself chased north and straight into Flathead, a large sprawling territory that is home to a single massive pack.
Unsure and more afraid than he wants to admit, Declan’s situation is only made worse by his undeniable attraction to the Flathead pack’s alpha, Law.
Law is everything an alpha should be: powerful, controlled, and surprisingly enough to Declan—kind. And when Law seems to want Declan just as much as Declan wants Law, it’s unbelievable. With a past full of hurt and the knowledge that the only one he can trust is his twin, Declan is torn between the way he knows the world works and the possibility that the alpha’s ardor might just be real.

Now if that wasn't enough to convince you check out this steamy excerpt and you're sure to see just why this story is an editor's pick!

Excerpt:
Warning:   m/m sex, knotting
Declan froze for a long moment, but when Law moved to pull away, regret heavy on his face, he surged up off the ground, wrapped his arms around Law’s neck and pulled him back down into a bruising kiss.
Law was the one to gentle it, the one to pull back an inch or so despite Declan’s attempts to keep him close and to sweep his tongue lightly across the seam of Declan’s lips. Declan parted them instantly, eagerly, and met the slick, hot slide of Law’s tongue with his own. Law’s stubble rasped against Declan’s face, and he knew the skin there would be rubbed raw if it kept up, but he didn’t care. The feel of it, the slight rasping itch of it, sent heat spiraling through him, made him buck his hips up and into Law’s. The move caused their cocks, both bare and beginning to thicken, to rub together in a way that made Law groan low in his throat and press down against Declan harder.
Declan spread his legs wider in response, let Law settle down against him completely even as he whined low in the back of his throat. Law shushed him with gentle sweeps of his tongue as he ran long fingered hands through Declan’s disheveled hair. Their hips rocked against each other rhythmically as they kissed and a mix of sweat and pre-cum slicked the way for their cocks sliding against one another in the growing dampness between them.
Declan felt the coil in his gut begin to tighten, felt the heat of it in the base of his spine, and he could tell from the way Law’s hips were beginning to falter that he was close too. Declan couldn’t suppress the sharp bolt of fear that flared through him in that instance. Once this happened there would be no going back. Law tensed and froze on top of him and when he broke the kiss they were currently wrapped up in, Declan could see the confusion and concern in his face clearly.
“Little wolf?” Law questioned him softly, gently.
“Will this be alright? Will this be enough for us to be in the pack?” Declan blurted the words out and knew instantly that he’d said the wrong thing from the way Law’s face went dark and his shoulders rigid.
“What the hell are you talking about, Declan?” His voice was hard and surprisingly cold. Declan shivered slightly and wished he could curl in on himself, wished he wasn’t so vulnerable and open the way he was nestled underneath Law’s hard body.