Horns for the Harem Girl

by Lynn Red

  “I do that? I make you want to be better?”

  He took her hand and led her slowly to the massive window overlooking the sprawling city. “For a long time, I knew what needed to be done to save this place. I think my father knew, too. But until I saw you, until I knew that I had to have a girl who by tradition I couldn’t?” He shook his head. “I never would have done this without falling in love with you.”

  For a long moment, the two stood, looking out over the city, hand in hand. “That’s really what this is all about, isn’t it?” Helena asked.

  He turned in her direction, and she turned to stare into his eyes. “Meaning?” he asked.

  “Love. Your love for these people. My love for you.”

  He nodded. “Love,” he said with a smile dancing across his lips. “Love does funny things to a man.”

  She kissed him again, softly. “What else could be a better reason for the things we do?”

  “There isn’t one,” Arad said. “Not in this world, or any other.”

  As the sun sank on the horizon, streaming red, orange, and deep purples across the desert, and the city, Helena tilted her head, resting it on Arad’s shoulder. “I don’t need any other worlds if I have you.”

  His only reply was a soft chuckle, as he smoothed her hair with a gentle hand. “Neither do I, my love. Neither do I.”

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  Excerpts

  Werewolf Wedding

  “His voice, Dilly, it was… growly. Like real growly. It got me tingling.”

  Life for curvy, witty, just-fine-by-herself-thank-you-very-much Delilah Coltrane has fallen into a slightly boring, but comfortable routine. She runs stadium stairs, she drinks a little too much and is a karaoke master. But for Dilly, a reluctant ice sculptor, the routine is starting to turn into a rut.

  Jake Somerset is a man caught between two worlds. When his father died, he inherited both his spot as head of a massively successful tech company… and as the alpha of a pack of rowdy, half-crazed werewolves. Jake figures the best way to say “I’m The Boss” is to get a giant statue made of himself. He walks into Delilah’s studio, and straight into her heart.

  The big, growly, adorably cocky billionaire is exactly what Dilly never knew she wanted, until he walked through her door with his dark curls, steely silver eyes, and shoulders broad enough to stop her dead in her tracks. And yeah, his voice is growly enough to get her tingling in all the right places.

  While the two indulge in a whirlwind romance, a threat brews on the fringes. Jake’s brother – the exiled alpha-wannabe Dane – wants to take back the pack. Once he finds out about Delilah, Dane won’t stop with controlling the pack… he’s gunning for his brother’s mate.

  Will the unlikely pair survive a war with the brutal and murderous rogue wolf? Or will their match made in heaven turn into a match made in hell?

  -1-

  “Someday, all of my lumps will be in the right place. Yeah, right.”

  -Delilah Coltrane

  I took a deep breath that burned in my chest. My nostrils flared as I gazed up from the field, all the way to the top of the stadium.

  One more time.

  Just one more hellish, awful, painful, terrible trip up the stairs and I could rest.

  The walls of the Jackson Community College stadium loomed over my head like a boogeyman with hunched shoulders waiting to suck the soul out of me as soon as I closed my – wait, wait, that’s not right at all. They were just walls and I am not a ridiculous drama queen when I’m making myself run the stadium stairs.

  Not at all.

  One more breath, Dilly, I willed myself. Stop saying one more breath and just go.

  I don’t remember taking the first step, but then I never do because I take so many of them. What I do remember is my ponytail flopping, heavy and wet, against the bare skin at the top of my back that my bunched-up shirt didn’t cover. I remember that halfway up the stadium stairs, somewhere around seating section D, my legs started to burn.

  Blood pumped into the muscles, tightening them, squeezing them into wonderfully painful knots of potential, and then kinetic, energy. They were pistons, I was a V-8 engine that couldn’t be stopped.

  That is, until my toe caught the loose bit of step just above seating section KK and made a loose bit into a missing bit.

  Those V-8 pistons didn’t stop for a second, but physics meant that the rest of the car did. I fell into a heap, although luckily I caught myself with an outstretched hand and didn’t suffer anything worse than a skinned knee, a scraped palm, and a bruised ego.

  Briefly, I had a fantasy of some big, shaggy-haired man catching my flailing ass and hauling me back to my feet before laying me down on the cold metal benches of section KK and kissing me so hard that the back of my head left a dent in the aluminum. I imagined that after he kissed me, he ripped my shirt a little on the collar, sucked at my neck and put his hands places that would usually make me reach for the pepper spray.

  But the guy in my fantasy wasn’t just a guy – no, no, no – he was something different, some unchained id that couldn’t be contained. He had fierce eyes, of some indeterminate color; but the color hardly mattered because after mauling me with his hands, he had my shorts around my ankles and was pulling my hair while he—

  And then I remembered the stinging in my left knee.

  There was no mysterious alpha male with a cocky grin and an improbably large, er, pair of hands to catch me. There was no head-forcing kiss, or libido-throbbing caress. There was just me, Delilah Coltrane, Dilly to all my friends and my single enemy, alone in a stadium with a bleeding knee and a slightly embarrassing flush on my neck and chest.

  “It could be worse,” I told the fitness tracking shackle strapped to my wrist, which didn’t reply except to beep and tell me that I’d stopped moving and that I needed to go faster. “I could have broken my leg and fallen off the side of the stadium.”

  It beeped again, the humorless son of a bitch. This time it beeped to tell me that I had been motionless too long. It was going to switch off, and then seconds later, it made good on the threat as I poured water onto my knee. The bleeding mostly stopped. The wound on my palm was more of an impact scrape – the kind that throbs and hurts like hell, but just kinda gives the skin an agitated gray color instead of breaking it.

  Thank goodness for small miracles. The last thing in the world I needed was to feel guilty about getting blood all over a stadium step that some janitor would either have to clean up, or more likely, would choose to ignore.

  By the time I’d gotten back down to the field and to my duffel bag, my knee had mostly stopped throbbing, and I wasn’t limping anymore. Any more than I normally did, at least – the souvenir of an old car wreck that hadn’t gone away in the four years since I got it, so I had sort of placidly assumed it’d be with me forever.

  Of all the things that a person can carry around – guilt, regret, anxiety – a limp wasn’t the worst. Although I had pretty good helpings of those other things too, come to think of it. But somehow I kept on. Maybe it was the fact that without me, my dog would have no one to feed him, or maybe it was my constant fantasizing about being caught every time I fell by some hunk of man who would ravish me in all the right ways.

  Who knows?

  But I kept on going, day after day. Maybe it was just to see what was going to happen next. That sounds sort of pitiful now that I think about it, but I mean it in a more exploratory way than a woe-is-me way. For me, life is just a story that keeps telling itself the longer I go, and I love stories more than anything in the world.

  The funny thing is that as much as I love them, I never seemed to have many good stories of my own. I mean, sure, I had some times in high school that would make pretty great Cameron Crowe movies, but for the most part I did my thing and
interesting events never much got in the way.

  Then again, as is usually the case with me, when things get interesting? They get interesting.

  For a girl who never had many stories, for a girl whose main fantasy was being caught when she fell down and scraped her knee? I was about to be pulled into one hell of a story, and I’ll tell you right now – it didn’t take long at all for my fantasies to get a whole lot dirtier.

  Dirtier is the wrong word for it.

  Hairier? Furrier?

  Either way, my Prince Charming turned out to be a lot more beast than beauty. Which, come to think of it, is perfect for a girl like me.

  By which I mean I’m always finding hairs sticking out of my pantyhose. Er, the two times a year I wear it, anyway. Look, what I’m saying is, there are a lot of things in the world to think about, and honestly? I never got real excited about shaving.

  Lion in Wait

  Cassiopeia is lanky, quick-witted, and spent most of her life running from one thing or another. She escaped an overbearing family, and a series of dangerous misadventures, but then landed square in the midst of a traveling carnival. In the gritty, grimy dirt circus, love is the furthest thing from Cass’s mind – she’s much more occupied with avoiding her boss Lyle’s slimy fingers.

  Just about the only things Cass has left are her mind, a few books, and impossibly vivid dreams of a man she’s never met, but who she knows – somehow – is going to find her. And when he does? Well, who knows? But it’s gotta be better than the circus.

  Oh, and then there’s the lion who sleeps in her trailer.

  At first, Lex was impossible to control. He clawed, he snapped, he roared and raged like any lion would, but somehow never hurt anyone, like there was something more to him than caged animal ferocity. He lashed out at everyone except for a certain woman with curly brown hair and a thing for khaki cargo pants.

  No one knew that the REAL Lex – the same man Cass dreamed of for so very long – was hiding beneath the fur and claws. When the lion-shifter lays eyes on the woman he knows he can’t live without, this king of the jungle can’t rest until he’s taken his queen. And when he first reveals the tall, dark and handsome underneath the tail and teeth? Cass isn’t too surprised that the man IN her dreams turned out to be the man OF her dreams.

  Bearly Hanging On

  A Jamesburg Shifters novel

  Jamie Ampton is a sharp-tongued, pointy-toothed, vampy shifter with a penchant for neatly done-up hair buns and a habit of attracting EXACTLY the wrong sort of guy. Guys with a dash of arrogance, a pinch of cocky swagger turn her head… but when her last one turned out to be more “self-important jackass” and less “gruff and strong and takes what he wants,” it left her cold.

  So to speak.

  Ryan Drake has a dark past and a mysterious present. When he shows up demanding the town alpha do his part to care for Jamesburg’s aging shifters, the first thing Jamie notices is that her heart starts beating a little quicker. The second is a knot in the pit of her stomach. And then, before she can catch her breath, he stares straight into her eyes.

  She’s never been one for the big, loud, muscled-up types, but in the space of two breaths, the elegantly detached Jamie finds herself falling for a bear.

  Little does Jamie know that before he stomped into that courtroom, Ryan decided that nothing was gonna stop him from getting what he wanted. But, once he saw Jamie? Suddenly there were two things that this massive blue-eyed alpha bear were going to have, no matter what it took: help for his friends… and Jamie.

  And Ryan? Ryan is one bear who ALWAYS takes what he wants.

  To Catch a Wolf

  A Jamesburg Shifters novel

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  Sometimes a wolf’s gotta fight and bark and bite.

  But other times, a wolf just needs a mate.

  Erik Danniken is the alpha of Jamesburg, a small town, hidden from the world, and full of all kinds of shifters, and secrets. But underneath it all, he’s just a big, rough, bad-boy of a werewolf with a tattoo that goes all the way up his chest. Oh, and don’t forget his massive, building-shaking motorcycle.

  He’s done his fighting, he’s done his carousing. Now he’s the mayor of Jamesburg, and he’s done looking for a mate… because he found her.

  Sometimes a girl needs romance and wine and sweet kisses.

  Other times, she just needs a job.

  Isabel Taylor was more than a little frustrated when she answered a very vague job ad and moved across the country. Curvy, tough and with more than a little bit of a naughty streak, Izzy couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw that first Jamesburg hedgehog stand up, turn into a man and order a drink.

  She’s found her place, found a life she thought she’d never have, and found the love she’d given up on… the problem is, she and Erik have to keep it a secret from everyone else in town.

  Erik wants to claim her forever, mark Izzy as his honest-to-goodness mate. Izzy wants him to quit being such a coward and just come out and do it, but will a good old-fashioned small town scandal make them keep their love a secret, and in the process, kill it before it can grow?

  Two Bears are Better than One

  A Broken Pine Bears Novel

  From USA TODAY and NEW YORK TIMES best-selling author Lynn Red comes a steamy, sexy, hilarious alpha werebear romance… with two times the bears!

  Jill Appleton is a witty, slightly-lanky, tall-enough-to-make-most-guys-nervous biologist with a thing for bears.

  Whoa, whoa, not like that - she’s got a thing for SAVING bears.

  When she hears stories of a secretive group of Kodiaks in the Appalachian Mountains, she knows she’s got to check them out. First of all, they’re not supposed to be there, and second – bears that live in a pack? That’s about as rare as biologists who love big crowds. Or, when it comes to Jill, it’s as rare as one of her dates not turning into a train wreck. She’s all but given up on finding that one guy who the universe decided was right for her.

  Good thing she’s about to meet two.

  Rogue and King, joint alphas of the Broken Pine werebear clan, could not be more different. King is quiet, stalwart, and strong. He holds clan traditions and history sacred, and refuses to wear anything but a loincloth – the way the elders did. Rogue would rather get a face full of werewolf teeth than bother with all that. He’s feral, wild, loyal to a fault, and loves to guzzle craft beer straight from a keg. And also – a loincloth? Jeans all the way for this bear, thank you very much.

  With the outside world coming closer to Broken Pine territory all the time, and the werewolf packs getting more riled up than ever, something is wrong. But, when the two alphas - who according to clan law, both mate one woman, and mate for life - see Jill making her way to camp?

  The two alphas feel their hearts beat together, and know in that second that no matter what, no matter how, they will have her, they will possess her. They’ll make her theirs at any cost.

  Did you love Horns for the Harem Girl? Then you should read The Alpha’s Kiss Complete Series (Alpha Werewolf Fated Mate Romance) by Lynn Red!

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  A werewolf? Those things don’t exist. Right?

  Small town life and a string of bad relationships have left Lily Kyle cold. But, when an old flame returns, she’s swept off her feet and thrown into a wild, unbelievable, unreal world where she’s no longer just a witty, struggling writer. Those werewolves that don’t exist? Yeah. Turns out she’s fated to one.

  There’s no escaping destiny, no escaping love.

  Damon King, young and hungry alpha wolf of the Skarachee pack, is locked in a life and death struggle with a rival alpha. Every day is a struggle, every night a fight. Nowhere to run, nothing to lose, Damon knows he needs a mate. When he lays eyes on Lily? He KNOWS that he can’t rest until he claims her… forever.

  C
ontains the full text of the best-selling paranormal romance novels – Change for Me, Shift into Me and Howl for Me.

  Read more at Lynn Red’s site.

  Also by Lynn Red

  Jamesburg Shifter Romance

  Bear Me Away (Alpha Werebear Shifter Paranormal Romance)

  The Alpha’s Kiss

  Change For Me (Werewolf Romance)

  Shift Into Me (Alpha Werewolf Romance)

  Howl For Me (Alpha Werewolf Shifter Paranormal Romance)

  The Broken Pine Bears

  Two Bears are Better Than One (Alpha Werebear Paranormal Romance)

  Between a Bear and a Hard Place (Alpha Werebear Romance)

  The Jamesburg Shifters

  Bearing It All (Alpha Werebear Shifter Paranormal Romance)

  Bear With Me (Alpha Werebear Shifter Paranormal Romance)

  Bearly Breathing (Alpha Werebear Shifter Paranormal Romance)

  Bearly Hanging On

  Bear Your Teeth (Alpha Werebear Paranormal Shifter Romance)

  The Jamesburg Shifters Volume 2

  The Jamesburg Shifters Volume 1 (BBW Alpha Werewolf Werebear Paranormal Romance)

  To Catch a Wolf (BBW Werewolf Shifter Romance)

  Standalone

  The Alpha’s Kiss Complete Series (Alpha Werewolf Fated Mate Romance)

  Lion In Wait (A Paranormal Alpha Lion Romance)

  Werewolf Wedding

  Horns for the Harem Girl

  Watch for more at Lynn Red’s site.

  About the Author

  Lynn loves reading romances — especially ones with a full moon, alpha werewolves, and a whole bunch of wild action… but only if they have strong, engaging women and heroes that melt her heart.

  Read more at Lynn Red’s site.