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Here's a sneak peek at chapter one for you~
They giggled and laughed and gossiped until Gal’s cheeks hurt. Man, she needed this. She absolutely needed to make more time to hang out with her friends and rekindle all the good times they’d had together. Who would have thought three girls who’d bonded over the horrors of the aerobics unit in their mandatory high school PE class would be such good friends after six years apart?
“Speaking of old gossip. Look who just walked in.” Heli gave the tiniest of motions with her head behind Gal. “Wait. Don’t just turn around and stare. Be cool about it.”
Cool? Right. Gal picked up her glass, downed the rest so it was empty and turned toward the bar like she was going to get another one. Standing where she expected to see the bartender was the boy, uh- huge, hot, man had he gained a lot of muscle, man she’d had a crush on since about the third grade.
He caught her looking and his eyelids lowered to half-hooded and he grinned. Every butterfly in the northern hemisphere flew straight into her stomach and a good fifty percent of those migrated south. Gal spun around and widened her eyes at Heli. “You could have told me it was Max. Cripes. He isn’t coming over here, is he?”
Heli nodded. “He sure is.”
“Ack. Do I have anything in my teeth? Did I spilled down the front of my shirt. I always do that. Allah, save me.”
The words poured out of Heli’s mouth, hurrying to answer. “You look great. His mouth is probably already watering. Here he comes.”
“Hi, Ladies.” A hand landed on the back of her chair and she could practically feel the heat coming off his extreme hotness. “Can I get you another round?”
“Hi Max. That’s nice of you.” Heli grinned up at Max. Gal didn't have the guts.
“Heli, Zara.” Max gave Zara a bit of a nod and a conspiratorial grin. The Troikas’ parents had never approved of Max’s older brother Niko and Zara seeing each other. Max and Kosta didn't agree with their parents. One time they even pretended to have a broken down car in the next town over to get their mom and dad out of the house so Niko could take Zara to the prom. His rebelliousness was one of those qualities that had drawn Gal to him in the first place.
Back then she couldn’t imagine defying her father. Dating a Troika would probably send him into fits. She was an adult now. She could do what she wanted. Sort of. Man, she really needed to figure out a way to move out of her parents’ house faster than what her librarian’s salary afforded her.
“You drinking chocolate milk there, Galyna?” Max tipped his head at the few dribbles left in the bottom of Gal’s martini glass.
She did love a good flirt. So why was there a funny wiggle in her tummy where her flirter should be? She couldn’t seem to get it kick started. “I’ve graduated to chocolate martinis, thank you very much.”
“Mmm. Sounds delicious. Can I try it?” Max eyeballed the glass in her hand, or maybe he was staring at her chest.
Okay, that grin he was giving her was way too sexy, and he knew it. Definitely her chest. She had dressed sexier than her usual sweater sets.
Ciara is the best damn wedding planner this side of anywhere, but she's no thief.
That's exactly what the sexy-ass dragon shifter has accused her of - stealing his treasure.
She's going to steal something of his alright, his sanity, if he doesn't let her go so she can get back to giving couples their happy ever afters.
Its the best way to ignore the fact she's sure she'll never get one her own.
Not with any man, or even a dragon.
Jakob is either going to kill the sexy, curvy woman who denies she has The First Dragon's relic, or take her to bed and drive her as crazy as she's making him.
Why does he want her so much he can't even properly interrogate her?
Might have something to do with the way his soul is screaming at him to mark her, claim her, f*ck her, and make dragon babies with her.
He can't give her his soul if she's already stolen it, or something darker and more dangerous has.
Here's a free preview from chapter one of this brand new curvy girl and dragon shifter especially for you!
Body made for sin? Was he kidding? Body made of sins, maybe. Namely the sins of Swiss meringue buttercream, chocolate ganache, and too many I Love Lucy reruns. “Stop staring at my toukas. Whatever you're looking for ain't in there.”
She wiggled her back side to emphasize her point. That made her intruder damn irritated, probably that her rear wasn’t dropping any evidence of wrong doing based on the growl rumbling from his chest and his eyes glued to her bum.
“Stop enticing me with your curves, thief. You can not distract me from what is mine.”
Ciara cleared her throat, gently at first, but when that failed to bring his eyes up to hers, she about gave herself a sore throat trying to get his attention.
“Are you ill? I won't have you dying before you tell me where the relic is hidden.”
What an asshat. A cute one, but a real douchcanoe none the less. “I think maybe we've gotten off on the wrong foot here.” Ciara extended her hand to him. “I’m Ciara Mosely-Willingham.” Her hand hung there for a full count of ten. “And you are?”
He recoiled from her hand. “Wondering what spell you're working on me. I assure you I am immune.”
“I was trying to be nice, but I've had a very long and tiring day, so my patience is wearing thin. I don't have your thingy, I don't even know what a Why Vern is.” Ciara turned and began looking for her torturous heels. It would be much more fun to stomp off if there was some clack.
“As am I. If you won't return what you have taken from me I will be forced to bring you before the AllWyr council.”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her through the ball room toward a terrace. Good thing she'd already kicked off her shoes or she'd have been tripping all over her feet at the rate he was dragging her away.
“Hey, stop right this instant or I’ll bring out the self-defense moves.”
“Save your defense for the council. You’ll need it.”
This dude was seriously wack-a-doo. “Let me go.”
“Return my relic.”
“I’m gonna make you a relic.”
“Save your spells, witch.”
“Your face is a witch.”
The scary man released her and grabbed at his face. “Good try, witch. You’ll pay for that.”
Ciara pivoted and bolted, weaving her way between the tables. One second she was zigging and zagging the next she was air born.
Kosta Troika has to betray everything he believes in, if he's going to save his pack. He'll do whatever it takes. He never expected the sweet, sassy girl next door with curves he's had a very naughty crush on for years would fight to save him.
Heli's had it easy her whole life, until her sister gets kidnapped and her boyfriend turns out to be a werewolf. What's a girl to do, but save the day? Turns out that's harder than it sounds.
Naughty Wolf is a curvy girl and wolf-shifter romance chock full of pack intrigue, more bad-guys than you can shake a taser at, secret codes, and a chocolate covered pretzel for an engagement ring. Grab this book, sit back, and binge read your way into the action-adventure, romance, suspense, and laugh out loud fun of the Alpha Wolves Want Curves series!
The Fate of Wolfkind is in His Broken Hands~
Niko Troika gave up everything, his pack, his best friend, his ability to shift, to ensure the entire wolf-shifter society wasn't exposed. He saved them all from total destruction, but he simply doesn't have anything left to save himself. Under the light of a full moon, he finds his salvation...in her. His one true mate. The one woman whose heart he broke and would never love him again.
Zara's been to hell, and it's filled with greedy wolf-shifters. She won’t let anything stop her from her crusade to save anyone else from being driven insane like she was. Not even love.
But the two of them are caught in the middle of a pack war, and something dark and sinister doesn’t want either of them to remember who or what they truly are.
He needs so much more from her. He needs everything.
Angelina: I am so damn done with being the chubby doormat for my soon-to-be ex-fiancé. I changed myself for every man in my life. Except Gray - my bodyguard.
Too bad he's totally not interested in getting his kink on with me. No, he's made it perfectly clear he's only here to protect me.
We'll just see about that.
Protect me from this, buddy. I'm going out on the town to find myself a good old-fashioned ménage.
Gray: For the love of all that is holy, I want Angel in my bed, tied up, blindfolded, begging me. I want her to be completely mine.
I can't do that. Not yet. She isn't ready for what I want from her.
I'll break her.
Because I'm completely f*cking broken.
It might kill me to watch her be with any other man.
But, I won't be her rebound.
Get Rebound for yourself and start the Curvy Seduction Saga now~
Rebound is the first book in The Curvy Seduction Saga. Gray and Angelina's story continues in Rebellion and finishes in Reignite.
Aleksei is too damaged to fall in love or for anyone to love him. No brave wolftress would want to be mated to the enforcer who couldn't save their alpha from being assassinated. The last thing he needs is to be set up by the matchmaking widow of the man whose life he failed to protect, at a Friendsgiving dinner with their whole family, and at a strip club, none the less. What he needs is a decoy date to get everyone off his back.
Helena has purposefully pushed love away anytime it even looks at her funny. She won't be burned like that again. She's even gone so far as to get the one job in town that would keep men off her back. No one is going to make a pass at the plus-size manager of the Naughty Wolf gentleman's club. Except the town's matchmaker doesn't buy any of it. Now Helena's goal is to get through Friendsgiving without appearing like a pathetic loser who doesn't have anyone to love them. What she needs is one of those growly Troika boys to act as her date just for one night.
Hungry Wolf is a holiday fake relationship story about a broken hero and a sassy curvy girl set in the Wolves Want Curves world where you'll get to revisit all your favorite characters again.
All he knows is that his fated mate is in trouble and he can't trust anyone.
Fleur Anthousai, a curvy earth witch, has known since birth that she has a destiny to fulfill. Too bad nobody told her what it was. She hopes her friends, the Wolfe pack of Blue Creek, might have finally pointed her in the right direction when she’s invited to the multi-pack scenting ceremony. Surely, becoming a wolf mate will set her on the path to understanding her own prophecy.
Steele Zeleny is a green warrior dragon and he’s damn good at protecting the world from the darkness that is the demon dragons, all while romancing the pants off any and all the ladies. All bets are off when a shard of his soul demands that the curviest, sexiest little flower of a witch is his true mate.
Fleur’s destiny and Steele’s soul are more important to the fate of the world than either of them know.
This book in part was previously published as Sassy Ever After: Sass Me. The new version has all new scenes and is now a full-length novel!
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This was the stupidest effing idea ever. Skintight pants that tore off at the hips, nothing but suspenders above the waist, and a goddamn fireman’s hat.
“Wooo hooo. Honey, take it off.” A slightly older woman who was definitely the alpha female in the room whooped at them.
Steele leaned to the side to speak so only Daxton could hear. He fought to fake a smile for the ladies, but couldn’t quite manage it, which was unusual. He’d always been able to charm the pants off any woman, anytime he liked.
His dragon wanted nothing to do with any of these ladies.
The dragon part of him loved flirting, especially with beautiful women. Their soft luscious curves, the way they moaned when he licked them from head to toe, the way they came on his d!ck. Just not any of these screaming meamies.
“I’m going to kill you for talking me into wearing these costumes. You’ll be a dragonskin rug in front of my fireplace come winter.”
“You can murder me later. The Troika boys asked for our help. We might as well have some fun while we’re doing it.” Dax had his eyes on the rowdy red head waving dollar bills like a lasso. He always did go for the brash and bawdy types.
Two minutes after they’d walked into the speak-easy, Konstatin Troika jumped at the chance of having two dragon warriors around. A pre-mating party, he’d called it, and promised a room full of horny women, who didn’t need to know they were being guarded.
Steele didn’t mind protecting the women while on his R&R. Combining work hard and play hard together was his specialty.
The Troika boys wanted the unmated women, who were here for the special three-pack mating get together, to have extra security. They just didn’t want their mates knowing about it.
What Kosta hadn’t said was that Steele and Dax were the entertainment.
Thank the First Dragon, Dax stepped forward and in-to the crowd of women all stuffed into this snack-sized apartment. They surrounded him with hoots and hollers sounding to him more like a pack of wolves than hu-mans. At least half of them were shifter she-wolves, anyway.
Two women grabbed Steele’s arms and pulled him into their circle, too, sliding their bodies up and down his, running their hands over his bare chest. Their touches did nothing for him but send a few creepy crawlies up his skin.
What the hell was wrong with him? This was the perfect opportunity. Beautiful women were literally begging him to take his clothes off, and he couldn’t be less interested.
Cage Gylden is one lucky son of a dragon. He should have died when his soul shard was stolen, but his mate saved his life.
Too bad he's never met her...and she's in hell.
As a warrior he will do everything in his power to defeat the Black Dragon and rescue her, whether she wants to be saved or not, even if he has to sacrifice his own life.
Everyone Azynsa loves gets hurt... or dies. She won't allow herself to feel for those around her, not since her police officer father died and her mother's people, the Mami Wata mermaids came for her. But, she will not allow anyone else to sacrifice for her, ever again.
Fated mates or not, these two are in for one hell of a time trying to save each other, and themselves.
Here's a free preview from chapter one of Cage Me for you~
He would not quit.
He would not let his people down, nor his mate. The warrior inside of him would never allow it.
Cage threw a punch, ducked and weaved, then threw another. He might not be able to shift into his dragon form anymore, but he could still fight.
He growled at his opponent who treated him like a lit-tle fucking flower. “Come on, Zon. Bring it. Don’t go easy on me. My bare knuckles are all I’ve got left to fight with, I’m not quitting until they’re bruised and bloody.”
If he had to die trying, he would ensure the future of the gold dragons.
His sparring partner lunged and caught Cage right on the jaw, snapping his head back. He tumbled to the floor and spit out the blood pooling in his mouth. Served him right for navel-gazing. Warriors didn’t think, they didn’t screw around.
About time he learned that lesson.
Better late than never.
“Sorry, sir.” Zon looked down, the telltale worry in eyes. God, how Cage was tired of concerned looks. He’d lost his dragon, but it didn’t make him a breakable baby.
He waved the offered hand away. “I’m fine. But remind me to dock your pay later.”
That anxious look turned to shock. Thank the First Dragon, because one more second of being pitied and Cage really would start docking warriors’ pay.
That would teach them. Gold dragon warriors were greedy bastards.
“Kidding, man. Teach me that move and I just might give you the key to my lair.”
Another look of shock. Cage really needed to get his men to lighten up.
Worry was not the way to be a warrior. Action was.
AmberGris, his second in command, and Zon’s twin walked into the training room and frowned at Cage lying on the floor. He assessed the situation, folded his arms, not pleased and scowled at Zon, who shrugged.
The two exchanged glances that had a whole lot of - what the hell is going on here – I don’t know, he asked me to spar with him – well, you have to be careful with him, he’s weak – communication between them. Before Cage could smack them both upside the head Gris gave him the news he’d been waiting for.
“Sir, we have her.”
Cage ignored everything else and pulled himself up from the mats. “Good work. Put her in my office and draw the shades. We want to make our guest is as comfortable as possible.”
“Respectfully, sir, she’s been a giant pain in the ass and I would prefer we escort her to the dungeon where I – we - can keep a better eye on her.”
Gris was an excellent dragon warrior… and a little overdramatic. Cage had turned The Lindens’ dungeon into a wine cellar years ago.
She's going to push his buttons. He's going to push her over the edge.Angelina: Gray has opened up a whole new world for me. A dirty, kinky, sexy world. He thinks he's doing what's best for me. He lets other men touch me, but he won't. Screw that. I want him to take charge. If he won't... I might have to find someone who will.
Gray: Angel wants me to teach her, take her, tame her. She thinks she knows what kink is. I'm dying to show her what submission really means. I'll never forgive myself if I break her. I may have to leave her, to save her...from me.
Get Rebellion today and continue the Curvy Seduction Saga today~
Rebellion is the second book in The Curvy Seduction Saga and should be read following Rebound. Gray and Angelina's story concludes in Reignite.
Ky Puru is the best chance anyone has to get the soul of the Golden Dragon Wyvern back. Nothing will stand in his way - not demons, not witches, not even the king of hell himself. There’s only one problem. Jada, the thief, is a succubus...and his true mate.
Jada needs to get away from her coven and find a life she can call her own. If it involves baked goods instead of blood, that would be great. But, that's not going to happen, and this sexy dragon warrior that wants to claim her as his mate is the reason why.
Neither Ky nor Jada ever thought they would have a true mate, and they may not get that chance when an evil foe attacks and will do everything he can to make sure no dragon ever gets to find their fated mate or fall in love.
This dragon alpha and his curvy succubus mate will have go to hell and back, literally, for their chance at their own happy ever after.
Here's a free preview of chapter one for you!
Too many demons in the kitchen spoils the soup. Or in this case donuts.
A batch of carbtastic sugary bombs of delicious-ness sizzled away in the fryer, while Jada dreamed of all the decadent toppings she would put on them.
Chocolate frosting, check.
Maple cream, check.
Rainbow sprinkles. Ew, gross.
Toffee chunks. Yep.
Caramel drizzle, double check.
Some B positive, AB neg, or how about some good ol' O universal? Hells to the no.
That’s what Leon wanted. It was what he always wanted. But, not only for himself. For her too.
Her father shouldn’t be in the kitchen of the sum-mer rental harassing her anyway. He didn’t even like sugar or cooking or kitchens. He didn’t like anything but sex and blood.
The scent of vanilla and cinnamon wafted through the air and smelled almost as good as the humans Jada waiting in the great room.
The rest of her coven was already playing with their prey. Seducing and taunting, testing and tast-ing, picking out the right one to satisfy their darkest urges.
The men and women Leon had lured to the ocean-side mansion were wanting and willing. A night of sexual carousing with the most sensual summer resi-dents of the Cape was enough to tempt these unsus-pecting humans to their doom. That and Leon’s hyp-notic incubus allure.
Jada smelled their growing arousal already. Its dark, rich, deliciousness sang to her core.
Her heart jumped, racing to catch up with the oth-ers.
A pulsing beat pushed between her legs.
Her mouth watered.
She wanted to sink her teeth into… a donut. Pure chocolate glaze running down her throat, hot and sweet. She’d take the sugar high over blood lust all day, every day, twice on Sundays.
It was the little lies she told herself that got her through the days and long, long nights.
“Jada, why do you waste your time on these hu-man treats when there are so many delicious humans to be our treats?”
God damn it. A few more minutes and the most perfect batch of her yumtastic feast would be ready. “Go away, Leon.”
He propped himself against the kitchen island and crossed his arms. “Now, now, is that any way to talk to your maker?”
As if he cared how she spoke to him. He only cared that her absence from the nightly orgies was sowing discontent amongst the coven.
He could take his fatherly disapproval and shove it up his donut hole.
“I’m not going to your Bacchanalia. Not tonight, not ever again. I’m done with human blood.”
“Yes, yes. You say that every few years.” He cracked his knuckles one by one.
He’s going to ruin everything.
Angelina: I wasn’t sure I would ever recover. Just when I got him back, he’s taken from me again.
Gray: This is going to destroy her.
Reignite is the final book in The Curvy Seduction Saga and should be read following Rebound and Rebellion.