Alphas of Summer Excerpt: Dragon’s Curvy Dilemma

Mychal Daniels

Mychal Daniels

Author

Paranormal, Sci-Fi and Fantasy Romance Writer Creating One Book Boyfriend at a Time

That was the cue Asher needed to break up this tea party. Bounding into the doorway with the metal ball still in one hand, he said in his best, deep voice, “What’s going on in here and who are you?”

The young woman that stood before him wasn’t what he was expecting. She jumped, dropping the dishes onto the counter. First, she was… black. The voice had thrown him a little. Next, she was very attractive in a raw, real, honest, primal kind of way. Wait was that the right thing to think? He was a self-proclaimed feminist and lover of all types of people. Was it wrong to use those words to describe her? She was different, not what he’d expected with how she’d spoken with Brock, that’s all.

Liar.

His dick twitched to punctuate the conviction of this truth. The sight of the young, beautiful woman had instantly turned him on. Unlike Monique, who was fifteen years older and had always had a sisterly vibe over him; Daryl hit him in the gut with want and need—to have her. And she wasn’t even trying!

Shit—just want he needed, a woman who could make his plans for a quiet summer very difficult if he spent any amount of time with her. Desire to have her was quick to the forefront, pushing reason and logic down and out. He wanted this woman. She was like no one he’d ever been attracted to before. And there was something about the set of her smile and demeanor that said she wouldn’t fall for his charm easily. That was enough for his dragon to stir and press against his skin.

Down boy. 

He had to stay cool and not get sidetracked by lust. In the time it took to take a breath and quick beat to regroup, he scanned her body from head to toe. Natural beauty assailed his senses and completely woke up his dragon. She was perfection. Habit was the only safety that had him guarding against flirting, but it was a challenge.

Asher had been around enough women to know when they had help looking as good as they did. This woman had been under no one’s surgical knife, wore no makeup, and her curly hair was in neat, thick plaits, sort of how a little girl would wear them. As for her pajamas, they were a tank and booty shorts that drove him crazy. They hugged her body in all the right ways. From the fullness of breasts that weighed the front of the tank top sleepwear down to the stretching of the sleepwear boxers that clung to shapely hips and ass for days, to the thick thighs that tapered down into smooth brown toned and well-proportioned legs, she was sexy as fuck.

Instantaneous flashes of those legs tightly wrapped around his hips as he dove into her hot full body rocketed through his mind, sending signals to his dick to advance. It made total sense why his kid was into her. He ached to readjust himself with how fast he’d gotten hard. Instinct had him moving the metal ball to cover his groin area with how his body reacted to hers.

It took less than a minute for her to zone in on the metal ball he held in front of his growing hard on.

Alphas of Summer Excerpt: Dragon’s Desire by J.D. Monroe

Alphas of Summer Excerpt: Dragon’s Desire by J.D. Monroe

J.D. Monroe

J.D. Monroe

Author

J.D. Monroe is a Georgia-based author with a love for all things paranormal, magical, and downright fantastical. She has not given up on the dream of riding a dragon someday.

(Let’s take on the first person, shall we? There are few things as awkward as writing about yourself in the third person!)

I’ve dreamed of being a writer since I was little, with early literary gems such The Three Fish. However, it wasn’t until college that I started to think about writing seriously, and by that I mean writing endless plot ideas and devouring every book on writing I could get my hands on. (Please note that very little actual writing occurred in this stage.)

It was another few years before I realized that thinking about writing was not actual writing. My first completed novel – which will never see the light of day – was a NaNoWriMo project in 2006, which spawned the realization that I was, in fact, capable of writing a book that was moderately readable. I’ve been hooked ever since.

If I’m not writing my own books, you might find me curled up in a chair reading the latest from Stephen King, Ilona Andrews, Rob Thurman, or Chuck Wendig. Or you might just find me asleep with the cutest little cat you ever saw pretending he doesn’t like me while simultaneously occupying the same room I’m in for 80% of the day.

Sometime after the third solid punch to his ribs, Pahlin Stormcaller realized he had made a colossal mistake in coming here. He had barely conjured a memory of home—the sweeping vista of fire-orange rock and the glittering stone spires of Arvelor—when a fist slammed into his jaw and knocked him backward. Reality converged on him again as the gathered crowd roared their support for his opponent. Pain bloomed in his face as he tried to focus. Quite literally, since the blow to his head left his vision blurry and the world tilting dangerously to the side.

The Back Porch was having a slow night, but even if it had been packed for a Dollar Draft night, Violet Ray would have noticed the two hotties strolling through the front door of her bar. She could have picked those faces out of a Super Bowl crowd. They were big boys, tall and broad-shouldered like Swedish-imported hockey players. And they were both handsome, with cheekbones and jaws carved from granite, and skin painted with the perfect sun-kissed copper shade. One had a well-groomed goatee, while his companion was clean-shaven. In the neon light of the Jägermeister sign by the door, she could see a dark welt on the clean-shaven one’s jaw. They were quite a pair, though by their body language she’d guess they weren’t a couple. A girl could certainly hope.

Two women in the booth closest to the door gaped as the men passed.

“Same here, girls,” Violet muttered.

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Her attentiveness wasn’t entirely because they were attractive. She wanted to place their accents. While she was no linguistic expert, she could pick out a few of the more common ones, and this one wasn’t ringing any bells.

“You want another?” she said as she approached. The clean-shaven one had only drunk about half of his beer. He winced, then forced a smile. “Or something else?”

“What are those?” the one with the goatee asked, gesturing toward the customer with the Fireball shots.

“That? That’s Fireball,” she said.

“Fireball,” the clean-shaven one said slowly. “Is it good?”

“If you like to not feel your face,” she said. His hand drifted to his jaw. “You want to try it?”

“Sure,” the goateed one said. “How much?”

“This one’s on the house,” she said. She pulled out three shot glasses and lined them up, then poured a generous shot of the cinnamon whiskey into each. Before pushing them across the bar, she said, “I don’t drink with strangers. I’m Violet. And you are?”

“I’m Eric,” the one with the goatee said. “And this is my friend Paul.”

“Nice to meet you,” she said. “Where are you from? I’ve been trying to place your accent.”

Paul’s eyes widened slightly. “Not from here.”

“Yeah, I got that,” she said playfully.

“Eastern Europe,” Eric said quickly. There was a weird expression on Paul’s face, almost like relief. His constant deference to Eric was strange, but it could have just been a language thing. If he didn’t speak great English, then he might be relying heavily on his friend to help out. Still, it was weird that he didn’t name a specific country. Maybe they thought she was too dumb to recognize it. Whatever. They were cute and maybe the Fireball would loosen them up to give good tips. She wasn’t going to pry.

She smiled. The soft pink color painted on her lips distracted him, drawing his eye to the full curve of her lower lip. “Been in any fights lately?”

He laughed. “Not in a few days.”

“Your face looks much better,” she said. “What are you drinking?”

He paused. “Not whatever you gave me the other night. I was very ill.”

“You were sick?”

“A headache,” he said. What was the word Ariv had used? “I was hungover.”

She grinned. “To be fair, you drank a lot of it. That much of anything will give you a hangover. Give me a minute.” She spun around, sending her glossy hair flying. As she reached for bottles on the backlit shelves, he had a fine view of her figure. There was a lovely curve to her shape. It awakened an almost compulsive desire to run his hand from her waist to her thigh, exploring that sweeping curve of hip as he buried his face in the smooth warmth of her neck. She turned back to him and caught him staring. “You still here?”

He shook himself. “I was thinking,” he said, hoping his cheeks weren’t red. He watched intently as she poured streams from two bottles into a glass of ice. Her teeth tugged at her lower lip as she dumped the contents of the glass into a silver container, shook it vigorously, then dumped it back into the glass. After adding a wedge of lemon to the edge and dropping a cherry into the glass, she pushed it across the bar to him. “What’s this?”

“This is a Tom Collins,” she said. “It’s a solid drink. You’ll like it. If not, we’ll keep trying.”

He accepted it. “What do I owe you?”

“It’s on the house,” she said.

“Why?”

She propped a hand on her hip. “If the bartender gives you free drinks, you don’t ask why. You smile and say thank you.” Her tone was teasing, not angry.

Emboldened by her coy smile, he leaned closer. Her eyes were mesmerizing, a shade of green with a hint of gold that made him think of leaves just about to turn. “Then I will simply say thank you. The bartender has my highest regards.”

In the Cover of Night Excerpt

In the Cover of Night Excerpt

Tigris Eden

Tigris Eden

Author

Tigris is a military brat who’s done her fair share of traveling, thanks to her Army father. She’s married to the infamous LL and has three boys. She currently resides in Houston and is actively seeking a book-buddy for the end of the world.
Tigris is a military brat who’s done her fair share of traveling, thanks to her Army father. She’s married to the infamous LL and has three boys. She currently resides in Houston and is actively seeking a book-buddy for the end of the world.

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The ride over to Cyrius Eats didn’t take long. As she sat on the passenger side of the SUV, she took in the sights she’d not been able to see under cover of darkness. It was still early, and as the car drove towards the destination, Onessa watched as life in the bayou crawled at a slow pace. Mist clung to the surface of the dark, murky water. A blanket of white hovered over the still depths. Darkened tree trunks rooted to the bottom of the swamp reached as high as their rotting limbs would allow as moss hung on for dear life. Her pulse sped up as she noticed something slicing its way just beneath the surface, displacing the white curtain floating just above. When two eyes appeared, she held in her grasp and turned to face front. The road was empty as they drove along in silence. She’d been going in the right direction, and if it hadn’t been for the wolves, she’d have made it. She’d start by apologizing for her tardiness and tell him she was ready to learn. When they pulled up to the restaurant, Alaric jumped out of the car and opened her door.

“Go in through the door, and head back through the kitchen. The office is the second door on your right. I’ll grab your bags.”

Onessa followed his instructions. When she reached the office, the door was open. There was someone already there. Someone obviously male. His back faced her, and the distinct smell of hard liquor scented the air. When he turned around, her breath left her. She’d been expecting a Gerard Depardieu-looking kind of mentor. Not the Incredible Hunk.

Delia and The Werewolf Excerpt: Jordan K. Rose

Delia and The Werewolf Excerpt: Jordan K. Rose

Jordan K. Rose

Jordan K. Rose

Author

Jordan loves vampires, a good laugh, chocolate, and her dogs. Writing has allowed her to combine all of those elements. She writes paranormal romance, mixing in laughs and vampires while nibbling chocolate as her dogs play under the desk.

One of her favorite performers in the world was Lucille Ball. She loved Lucy so much that when her parents gave her a dog for her third birthday much to her dad’s frustration she named him Lucille Ball. That was the first sign of Jordan’s sense of humor as well as her commitment to the ones she loves!

If you like vampires and slapstick laughs, Eva Prim is your girl. Think I Love Lucy meets Elvira! She’s always up to something– generally, something that doesn’t bode well for her very powerful, very ruthless, very in love with her husband, Stefan. For short, sexy stories that you can read on your lunch break check out the Short Seductions Series, but be sure not to get caught by your boss reading these hot little stories! Check out the Romance In Central City series for standalone novellas that tell the stories of a different heroine and her vampire hero.

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Delia and The Werewolf Excerpt

All around Delia vampires, werewolves, and demons mingled with unaware humans. Several booths lining the far walls were packed with laughing groups. On the dance floor bodies jumped and swayed to the music.

No one seemed to notice they took their lives in their hands by associating with this crowd. But Delia knew. She recognized every Other as being different.

The Others all held a certain charisma that no human could maintain and most couldn’t resist. She resisted. Much to his surprise she’d refused him.

He was tempting. Tall, handsome, smart. He was cunning and he didn’t quit. Delia wasn’t sure if that was the part she admired most or if seeing the wild animal deep within his eyes flare at her refusal to sell her land had given her a thrill.

Was it the roughness of his handshake, the hard callouses pressed against her palm, or simply his imposing size?

She smiled to herself at the memory of his surprise when she called him out. She’d heard the stories of the Others. She guessed him a wolf from the moment he strode into her office.

The sheer power of his body. His immediate claim on any space he inhabited. An air about him so charged, so ready to strike he practically growled when he spoke.

She called him out again today, and he hated it.

“Not hiding it very well,” she’d said, knowing she was poking the wolf.

“Not trying.” He leaned over her desk, knuckles pressed into the wood. “A wager.” He leaned close, leaving merely a few inches between them, and inhaled along the side of her face. “Give me one shot to convince you to sell. A little competition. Mano a mano. If I can’t change your mind, I won’t ask again.”

The exhale of his breath against her hair sent a shiver through her body. Delia knew at that moment this would be a dangerous game.

Sitting back to look up at him, she laughed. “You realize you have the upper hand in a hand-to-hand competition. What are you, six-four?”

He grinned. “Six-six. But if you keep smiling at me like that, I won’t be able to think straight. You could come out on top.”

“Fine. What will it be? Arm wrestling? A round in a boxing ring? Maybe a game of chess?” She extended her hand and smiled her most dazzling smile.

His massive hand closed around hers, his smile never fading, and he shook his head. “Drinks. Tonight. Seductions. Eleven-thirty.”

Her mouth dropped open. “What? You said a hand-to-hand competition, not a date.” She released her grasp and tried to withdraw her hand.

He pulled her to her feet and leaned over the desk. His lips brushed her ear. “I did, and it will be. We’ll see who’s got the better hand moves.” His nose trailed over her skin as he inhaled. “Mmm. Don’t be late.”

 

Alphas of Summer Excerpt: Charmed Wolf by Lia Davis

Alphas of Summer Excerpt: Charmed Wolf by Lia Davis

Lia Davis

Lia Davis

Author

In 2008, Lia Davis ventured into the world of writing and publishing and never looked back. She has published more than twenty books, including the bestselling A Tiger’s Claim, book one in her fan favorite Ashwood Falls series. Her novels feature compassionate yet strong alpha heroes who know how to please their women and her leading ladies are each strong in their own way. No matter what obstacle she throws at them, they come out better in the end.

While writing was initially a way escape from real world drama, Lia now makes her living creating worlds filled with magic, mystery, romance, and adventure so that others can leave real life behind for a few hours at a time.

Lia’s favorite things are spending time with family, traveling, reading, writing, chocolate, coffee, nature and hanging out with her kitties. She and her family live in Northeast Florida battling hurricanes and very humid summers, but it’s her home and she loves it! Sign up for her newsletter, become a member of her fan club, and follow her on Twitter @NovelsByLia.

Power is her greatest weakness, but love could be her salvation.

Dana Hutson is about to make one of the toughest decisions of her life: walking away from her twin and her Pack. But the anger of her late mate’s betrayal burns deep, and her guilt threatens to push her over the edge. Combined with the magic she was born with intensifying to a lethal level, she has no choice but to leave Whiskey Hollow in search of her inner peace. But what she finds could be more than she bargained for.

Cooper Reed will do anything to keep his sister and adopted daughter safe from the demented rogue Alpha of the Bloodrose Creek Pack. That includes killing anyone who threatens his family and going on the run. He is willing to do whatever it takes. He isn’t prepared to find his mate in the midst of the chaos.

When even more secrets and dangers come to light, Dana and Cooper must band together to stop the rogue and his minions before all is lost. But will their bond be enough to harness the power needed to defeat such a foe?

Pain arched across her skull, piercing every nerve ending. Dana growled, holding her head in her hands. With deep, calming breaths, she gathered the built-up magic that ran in her veins, the power that grew stronger every day.

Dreams of destruction and loss had interrupted her sleep over the last month. With only a few hours of rest a day, she feared the control she tried desperately to maintain would slip. She could kill her brother, then the Pack.

Ross did this to us. Her wolf’s words cut through the hammering ache in her skull.

Ross wasn’t their true mate. The mating had been a political arrangement between his Pack and hers, to merge two small groups of wolves together. The first few years had been good, and she’d actually believed she could grow to love him. She’d trusted him to be the strong Alpha that her father was.

However, when the Alpha power transferred to Ross from her father, everything changed. As Ross’s mate, the Pack magic mixed with the power Dana been born with. The power the witch’s Coven, her great-aunt’s Coven, believed was a gift from the goddess, Diana.

Ross became drunk on the magic and wanted more. He went from a compassionate wolf to a power-hungry, abusive mate. He distorted her Pack, and broke her in ways she wasn’t sure could be fixed.

She’d learned to hide the witch’s power from him, containing it deep within her soul. But that power had only grown, and now, it wanted out.

“You don’t have to go.”

Dana squeezed her eyes shut and willed away the ache in her head and her chest. Her twin brother’s soft plea hurt on so many levels. In all of their hundred years of life, they’d never been separated. Never needed to be. They were linked through a familial bond, as well as psychically.

Since Darin had taken over Whiskey Hollow as the Pack Alpha, his power was now hers. And her agony was his. She couldn’t stay, knowing that she caused him pain and may one day hurt him physically. “Dare, we both know I can’t stay. Our link is too strong, and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold my wolf back from challenging you. She grows more aggressive as the poison inside me grows. A healthy Pack can’t survive with two Alphas.”

“You are not poisoned. I took Ross’s Alpha power when I killed him.” Darin stepped closer, his hand extended to her.

Involuntarily, Dana growled and jerked back. “Don’t touch me!”

He let out a soft sigh and lowered his hand. Disappointment and sadness flowed along the link that bound them as twins. Dana hugged her waist. She wanted nothing more than to embrace her brother and believe that everything would be okay. But she couldn’t.

“Where will you go?”

Dana shrugged. “Not sure. North, maybe.”

Darin shoved his hands into his pockets. “I can call a few Packs and ask if you can stay in their territory.”

She sighed and shook her head. “I’m not going to put any other Pack in jeopardy. I know where the neutral zones are, and I plan to stay within them.”

The truth was, she had a place about twenty miles west of Whiskey Hollow. However, she didn’t want to tell her brother that was where she planned to go. Although, he’d find her anyway. And he would, just to keep tabs on her.

She needed the time to get control of her wolf and the growing power within her.

“Take an enforcer with you.”

Dana whirled on her twin and snarled. “I am not taking anyone with me. I’m not helpless, and I don’t need a fucking babysitter.”

His wolf flashed in his blue eyes, and he curled his upper lip. “I know you don’t need a babysitter, but shit happens.”

She strode to him, placed a hand on the center of his chest, and felt the beating of his heart through the thin cotton T-shirt he wore. Instantly, she calmed. That was Darin’s gift as a charmed one—a shifter with magic in their bloodline. “The time has come where I need to search for my own Pack.”

There, she’d said it. Up until then, she’d let her brother believe that her leaving was temporary, that she’d return. However, she didn’t plan on coming back. “Look. You may be fine with lying to yourself, but I have to face reality. The Alpha blood runs thick in my veins, just as it does in yours. Being mated to Ross only added a shit ton of fuel to the fire.”

She stepped back and turned away from him. The unspoken words lingered between them. Her guilt for mating the former Alpha had further distorted the Pack and left her bitter. Especially after she’d watched the bastard kill her parents. When Darin had killed the asshole and claimed the Pack, Dana was no longer responsible for protecting it against her mate.

Yet, the hurt, the anger, and the power she’d gained from Ross had damaged something inside her. Had broken her on a level she hadn’t thought possible. She feared she’d go rogue, mindless and bloodthirsty.

 

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