Renee's Mates

by Shelley Munro

  “Steady, sweetheart,” Calian whispered. “We’re changing positions.”

  Dakota claimed her mouth, her tart juices flavoring their kiss. A finger teased her clit with the perfect pressure, and when she came, Dakota bit the fleshy part of her neck where Calian and Matto had bitten her a short time earlier. It should have hurt, but the bite pushed her deeper into a maelstrom of pleasure. Each of Kansas’s strokes grew wilder and seconds after Dakota lifted his head and shifted out of the way, Kansas bit down at her throat.

  This time, the bite hurt more. Renee bit her lip as Kansas raised his head. He used his tongue to lick the spot, and the pain subsided to a dull ache. Dakota cuddled against her side, claiming her mouth in an easy kiss.

  Her flesh tingled. The twins doing their healing thing again.

  Kansas slipped from her body, and she sighed. Now they’d all bitten her she detected their presence in her mind, the sense of well-being filling her with excitement.

  “I perceive a presence—you—in my mind.” Renee hadn’t truly understood until now. “Is this how it was with Hunter?”

  “Misty claimed him, but she never told him of our heritage,” Calian said.

  “He sensed something,” Renee said. “We never discussed it properly, but he used to talk in his sleep, especially if he’d had a drink or two. Do you guys experience the same as me?”

  “We’re aware of you, and through you there is an extra element of connection to my brothers.” Matto grinned. “I never expected closer family ties, but it’s cool.”

  “It’s family and commitment and loyalty,” Dakota said.

  Calian and Kansas nodded in agreement.

  Two orgasms had left Renee relaxed and sleepy although she hated for any of her men—mates—to think they’d missed out. “Matto. Dakota. What about you?”

  “This isn’t a contest,” Dakota said. “We have tonight and all our tomorrows. We’ll also have lube and a soft bed.”

  “All true.” Renee never offered an argument because she sensed her lovers wanted what was best for her. “Where will we live when I move to California?”

  “We have a big house, near to the border with Oregon. I think our new favorite thing to do will be shifting and running through the forest,” Dakota said.

  “I’m sure you’ll find a job in the area,” Kansas said.

  As Renee listened to her men describe their future home, she smiled, wallowing in contentment. She’d never experienced this level of happiness, this sense of excitement and joy. She considered the future and the word adventure sprang to mind. Love and adventure with these special men. She had trouble imagining anything better.

  Her mates.

  Life had a way of throwing curve balls, and this one she intended to hold close and savor for every day of their future.

  Thank you for reading Renee’s Mates. Did you enjoy Renee’s romance? If so, please consider leaving a review at your favorite online bookstore or at Goodreads or Bookbub. A review would make my day!

  Please turn the page for an excerpt from My Second Chance, part of the Middlemarch Shifters series. This book stands alone within the series and is a threesome romance.

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  Shelley

  Excerpt – My Second Chance

  Middlemarch Shifters, book 10

  Charlie McKenzie stepped outside onto the tiled courtyard in Emily and Saber Mitchell’s garden, joining the partygoers who had spilled into the night air. He spotted Gavin Finley over on his left, his heart lurching and his feet heading in that direction almost before he’d decided to give in to his curiosity and the weird attraction he sported for the feline doctor.

  Embarrassing really. From the moment he’d spotted Gavin a few weeks ago he’d thought of him sexually, the yearning spilling over into frankly explicit dreams that had him waking in a sweat and with a dick hard enough to cause damage. Charlie had initially fought his attraction to Gavin—to no avail. Something compelled him to seek out the shifter male, and since Gavin seemed to welcome his company, Charlie had given up his fight. He liked Gavin, and the physical attraction didn’t repulse him since he’d experimented in his late teens. Recently, fate had led him to date only women, and in small country town Middlemarch he’d expected to continue in the same way. Maybe not.

  The shifter community had welcomed him and Laura Adams, the other Middlemarch cop, and he enjoyed the forward thinking of a species some would call beasts. Laura had hooked up with a shifter, so the thought of becoming romantically involved with one didn’t perturb him. So far the feline shifters he’d met were decent, and he was proud to call them friends.

  “Charlie,” Gavin said, sweeping him into a manly hug before he could speak or avoid the contact.

  When their chests touched, Charlie’s cock bucked and an electric current surged through his body. A soft groan sounded and, mortified, he realized it came from him.

  “Damn,” Charlie muttered, realizing this was more serious than he’d thought. He wasn’t sure what to do next, where to look. His stomach roiled with nerves and mortification.

  Gavin pulled away slowly, his curly black hair falling over his forehead. His green eyes sparkled, crinkles of humor forming at the corners. Gradually heat replaced the amusement. He raised his right hand and brushed his fingers over Charlie’s jaw, the rasp a soft sound in the night, barely discernable above the chatter of the other guests. “Good.”

  Charlie groaned again at the heat in Gavin’s eyes, the weight of his fingers now resting on Charlie’s shoulder, and moved out of the light into the shadows cast by a large oak. As he hoped, Gavin followed to the relatively private spot. “You knew?” He shook his head still unsure of where to look. He ended up scowling at his feet. “That’s embarrassing.” Helplessly, he glanced at Gavin, apprehension a jumpy sensation hollowing his stomach. “Good?” he demanded, Gavin’s words finally pushing through his self-consciousness to make sense.

  The dim light screened Gavin’s expression, which gave Charlie hope. If he couldn’t see Gavin clearly, then the feline wouldn’t witness the tinge of color creeping into his cheeks. Memories of an awkward first date came back to haunt him. He’d thought age and experience would get him past discomfort and give him confidence. Not today. No, right now he felt like a green kid, panicking about how to kiss without bumping noses.

  “It’s only embarrassing if I don’t return the feelings,” Gavin said, his voice a shade huskier than normal. He lifted his hand and stroked his fingers over Charlie’s cheek again before letting his arm fall to his side. “And I do, so what are we going to do about it?”

  Charlie’s body pulled tight, awareness arcing between them, the silence throbbing with possibilities. He cleared his throat. “Damn it, man. Did you have to pick a public place to tell me?”

  “I’ll be happy to tell you later, in private.”

  “Are you flirting with me?” Bloody stupid question. Of course the man was flirting with him.

  “I must be out of practice.” Gavin paused a beat. “Yeah, I’m flirting with you. You know how it was between Jonno and Laura?”

  “Yes,” Charlie said cautiously, remembering the atmosphere when the two were in the police station together—the way he’d felt like a voyeur. “You mean the mating thing?” He drew in a sharp breath when Gavin’s meaning hit him. “You mean we’re mates? That’s why I’ve been jumping out of my skin each time I see you?”

  “Yeah.” No mistaking his tone for anything but satisfied. Gavin glanced over his shoulder. Charlie followed suit and saw no one was watching them. Gavin turned back to him and, after a slow grin, prowled closer, pushing right into Charlie’s personal space. Automatically Charlie stepped back until the tree trunk at his back halted his retreat.

  “You’re not frightened of me?” Gavin whispered, his breath warm on Charlie’s face. “I’m a real pussy cat.”

  Charlie’s fingers curve
d into Gavin’s muscular shoulders, neither holding him off nor drawing him closer. “That’s reassuring,” he said dryly. “I’ve seen Jonno’s teeth. I suspect yours are just as sharp.”

  “All the better to nibble with,” Gavin said with a wolfish smirk.

  “I suppose I should be thanking the gods you’re not a wolf.”

  Gavin barked a laugh. “You fancy yourself in Little Red Riding Hood’s shoes?”

  “Yeah, must have a fetish of some sort.” Amusement faded. “Seriously, what does this mean?” Charlie wanted to know even though he admitted deep down what other people thought wouldn’t matter a damn. The way he felt and the things he wanted to do with Gavin were more powerful than the thought of public condemnation. He might worry about the speed of the attraction if he hadn’t witnessed Jonno and Laura together along with the other feline couples. To hear them tell the story, the attraction was instantaneous and made stronger by sexual contact. It took a strong person to resist. “The mates’ thing between men. How does the shifter community view same-sex relationships?”

  “About the same as humans. Some think gays are an abomination while others don’t mind. I’m hoping Saul Sinclair and Lucas Huntingdon will come tonight. Emily said she invited them. They’re mates.” A chorus of welcomes had Gavin glancing at the door. “Speak of the devil. Leticia’s here as well.” The way Gavin’s voice softened had Charlie frowning, glancing at the doorway. A tall, slender woman stood with Emily and two men. One male looked like many of the locals—tall with dark hair—while the other man was a big blond. But the woman, she stole his breath. She seemed all legs in her short red skirt. Her low-cut blouse showcased a set of stunning breasts without tipping over into obvious and tacky. Her profile promised beauty but he couldn’t tell what color hair she had because she wore a black hat.

  “That’s them now. Come on. I’ll introduce you. Charlie?”

  “Yeah?” He couldn’t take his eyes off the woman and wondered if she’d come with anybody. Probably. In his experience, women who looked like her were snapped up pretty quick.

  “Charlie?”

  Fuck, what was up with him tonight? He’d just admitted he was attracted to Gavin. He was genuinely interested in seeing what happened between them, but this woman…this woman drew him too. Weird. Plain weird. He couldn’t blame it on alcohol because he hadn’t had a single drink. Swallowing his unease, he dragged his attention off the stunner to give Gavin his total concentration. He hoped Gavin hadn’t noticed his fascination with the new arrival.

  Gavin wore an intense expression, a glitter of arousal darkening his eyes. “Don’t bother looking at anyone else tonight. You’re coming home with me.”

  How is Charlie going to deal with this dilemma? Read more here…

  About Shelley

  USA Today bestselling author Shelley Munro lives in Auckland, the City of Sails, with her husband and a cheeky Jack Russell/mystery breed puppy.

  Typical New Zealanders, Shelley and her husband left home for their big OE soon after they married (translation of New Zealand speak – big overseas experience). A twelve-month long adventure lengthened to six years of roaming the world. Enduring memories include being almost sat on by a mountain gorilla in Rwanda, lazing on white sandy beaches in India, whale watching in Alaska, searching for leprechauns in Ireland, and dealing with ghosts in an English pub.

  While travel is still a big attraction, these days Shelley is most likely found in front of her computer following another love – that of writing stories of contemporary and paranormal romance and adventure. Other interests include watching rugby (strictly for research purposes), cycling, baking bread and curling up with an enjoyable book.

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  Other Books by Shelley

  Paranormal

  Sea of Change

  Price of Love

  Lynx to the Pharaoh

  Curse of Brandon Lupinus

  Churchill Polar Bears

  Fiona’s Mates

  Kendall’s Mates

  Renee’s Mates

  Dragon Investigators

  Blue Moon Dragon

  Blood Moon Dragon

  Middlemarch Capture

  Snared by Saber

  Favored by Felix

  Lost with Leo

  Spellbound with Sly

  Journey with Joe (coming soon)

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  Middlemarch Capture

  Middlemarch Shifters

  My Scarlet Woman

  My Younger Lover

  My Peeping Tom

  My Assassin

  My Estranged Lover

  My Feline Protector

  My Determined Suitor

  My Cat Burglar

  My Stray Cat

  My Second Chance

  My Plan B

  My Cat Nap

  My Romantic Tangle

  My Blue Lady

  My Twin Trouble

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  Captured & Seduced

  Claimed & Seduced

  Merry & Seduced

  Stranded & Seduced

  Seized & Seduced

  Hunted & Seduced

  Festive & Seduced

  Betrayed & Seduced

  Enticed & Seduced

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  Lovers at Last

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  Playing to Win

  Summer Encounter

  Reformed Bad Girl

  Stranger Things Happen

  Fancy Free

  Protection

  Romp

  Buzz

  Friendship Chronicles

  Secret Lovers

  Reunited Lovers

  Clandestine Lovers

  Part-Time Lovers

  Enemy Lovers

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  Innocent Next Door

  Soldiers with Benefits

  Safeguarding Sorrel

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  No Defense

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  Renee’s Mates

  Copyright © 2018 Shelley Munro

  ISBN: 978-0-473-45346-6

  Cover Design by Frauke Spanuth of Octopi Covers

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without the prior written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotation embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  Shelley Munro

 

 
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