by Marie Harte
“Oh?”
“Yes, my amazing pride leader.” He leaned closer to add, “Come to bed wearing my jacket and nothing else. Then let me fuck you any way I please. And maybe we’ll be closer to being even.”
She drew back and blinked at him, but already he caught her desire in the air. “Even? I saved the pride, our territory and your life.”
“But not the jacket.” He blinked at her with sad eyes. “I loved that coat.”
“Oh for God’s sake.” She tried but couldn’t keep a straight face. “I love you, Miles.”
He smiled widely. “Of course you do. You, honey, deserve the best life has to offer. And that would be me.”
Quince took that moment to join them and caught the end of their conversation. He tugged Joy with him, and the pair frowned. “Honestly?” Quince huffed. “You two deserve each other, because no one else could handle your massive egos.”
“Jealous.” Miles shook his head. Across the pool, Esmie sat with Nettles and smiled at him and her daughter. She lifted a glass, as if in toast, and Miles nodded back.
“Obviously envious,” Zoe confirmed. Then she tugged Miles to his feet. “We’re retiring for the night. We’ll see you in the morning, brother. Try not to be so loud out here. Noises carry at night, and there are kids around.”
“Shut up, Zoe,” Joy muttered, her cheeks pink.
Miles chuckled and left with Zoe for their room. “You handled that well.”
“I handle everything well.”
He pulled her into the room, locked the door, and kissed her until neither of them could breathe. Then he dragged her hand to his erection. “Yes, you do.”
They lost themselves in more kisses before he pulled back. “Before I forget myself and bend you over the bed, I have something for you.” He went to the closet where he’d stashed his ruined coat. He withdrew it and Zoe groaned.
“You were serious about the jacket? Really?”
He grinned and withdrew a small box from the inside coat pocket. “Yes. I want you to wear the coat for me. Well, and this. I would be honored if you’d wear it too.” He opened the box and pulled out a necklace worth every penny he’d paid. The charm was a blending of Z and M—their initials—and inset with amber and diamonds to match the sparkle in her eyes.
“Miles?” she whispered.
“I love you, Candace Zoe Castille. I want you to be my wife. My mate, my love. You’re everything to me, Zoe. Marry me. Human or feline, you’re mine.”
She blinked, and to his astonishment, he saw tears. The very first time he’d seen her cry. And she even did that beautifully. “I love you too. You’re more important than the pride. When you got hurt, when I thought you might die…”
He hugged her tight, and she hugged him back as hard.
“Ow. My shoulder. Watch your strength, woman.”
She hiccupped on a laugh, then bent her head and moved her hair out of the way. “Put it on me.” The necklace, a symbol of their love and a piece that wouldn’t have to be removed when she shifted, would show one and all they belonged together. That’s if their scents didn’t already. He could no longer differentiate between himself and her. Instead, he basked in their splendid perfume of lust, love and need.
“You’re beautiful. Almost as amazing as I am.” Miles admired her in the necklace.
She removed her clothing, and he stood fixated as the light of his life wore nothing but a smile and the symbol of their love.
“Miles?”
“Yeah?” He couldn’t look away from her magnificent breasts. The pendant lay between them, a beacon of affection. She was captivating.
“I love you so much.” She sighed. “But I’m not wearing that jacket.”
He blinked. “What?”
Her clever hands removed his shirt and pants, and then she was on her knees kissing the rest of him. Before long, he had her on the bed while they pleasured one another.
“Oh yeah. My mate. As sweet as candy,” he murmured between groans and laughter.
“Only you, Miles.” She caught her breath as his fingers followed his tongue. “Only you.”
About the Author
Marie Harte is an avid reader who loves all things sci-fi, fantasy and paranormal. Reading romances since she was twelve, she fell in love with books and knew writing was her calling. Twenty-plus years later, the Marine Corps, a foray through Information Technology, and children, and her dream has finally come true. Marie lives in Oregon with her family and loves hearing from readers.
You can contact her at [email protected].
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Right Wolf, Right Time
By the Tail
Ethereal Foes
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Westlake Enterprises
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Storming His Heart
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I Dream of Dragons, Vol. 1
It’s more than whether you win or lose; it’s how you play with your prey.
By The Tail
© 2013 Marie Harte
Joy Bermin’s sweet crush on Quince Castille went sour when he got involved with a psychotic feline who nearly destroy the pride. That bastard is dead, but now Quince is trying to convince her he had nothing to do with it.
She’s been doing her best to ignore him, but the stubborn panther is always underfoot. When he tricks her into seeing how good things could really be between them, she’s stuck between dismay and desire.
Just when Quince was ready to prove his love for Joy, that mess with the pride shot his credibility all to hell. Trickery is the only way to break her resistance and show her the truth. And holy hell, that woman could melt steel with her heat.
Between trying to pin her down and dealing with upstart cats out to destroy what he’s worked so hard to rebuild, Quince is through playing by the rules. Whatever it takes to make Joy his mate, it’s on the table. And god help anyone who gets in his way.
Warning: The Miami heat may induce passion, trickery, feline sunbathing, stubborn brothers bossing around temperamental sisters, and a cat smackdown of epic proportions.
Enjoy the following excerpt for By The Tail:
Cougar Falls, Montana
Running fast and furious through the snow-covered mountains of Glacier National Park in freaking September—God, I miss Miami—Joy Bermin screeched a warning to any and all who thought to stand in her way. Currently outracing a black panther in her own four-footed cougar form, she reminded herself that being Ac-taw—a shapeshifter—truly was a blessing, and not the huge pain in the ass she’d been feeling lately.
She stopped in her tracks and listened, then sniffed at a familiar scent in the air. More feral canines. The woods seemed to be filled with wild female wolves lately. Maybe if the Gray Wolf Order would get itself together, the females might take a chance on dealing with the men in Cougar Falls instead of hiding out in the mountains.
As she thought about it, she considered her own circumstances and sighed. Her pride back in Miami had finally “gotten itself together”, yet she ran for her freedom from a stubborn cat determined to take her as mate. Quince. That idiot. That tall, dark, smoking-hot idiot.
She fumed as her libido again lit up over the arrogant cat. If he caught her out here, she’d never hear the end of his superiority. And knowing her shoddy willpower, she’d cave if he kissed her again. God, he had kissing down to an art. Just once, months
ago, he’d planted one on her. But she still had dreams about his firm lips, his arousing scent, the feel of his rock-hard body…
A warning growl echoed way too close, and she hurried, swearing at herself for losing her focus. Crap. Quince sounded more than annoyed.
With a leap, she easily crested a five-foot gap and landed with sure feet on a large boulder. Then she clawed her way up a steep incline and caught her breath when she reached the top. Good timing, because she glanced over the edge of the ridge to see Quince glaring up at her.
“Get your ass down here. Right. Now.” He spoke telepathically, as familiar Ac-taw did in animal form. She’d passed wolves during her run but hadn’t allowed them to connect with her that way. Too bad she couldn’t close Quince off as well.
He flashed his fangs, flattened his ears and swished his tail, then added an unnecessary hiss, apparently through playing. Well, too damn bad.
“Screw off. I’m taking a vacation.”
“You’re running from me, the way you’ve been running for months.”
“Hel-lo? Get the message already. I’m not interested.” She paused. “And I’m not running from you. I’m exercising my cat. Get over yourself.”
He had the audacity to smirk at her. It bothered her to no end that she found his feline as fascinating as his human form. He was something of a cross between a cougar and jaguar. The only Florida feline she knew who could roar, and he had a silky black coat. Because black panthers were rare, she could be forgiven her interest in his lethal cat. But even when shifted, Quince mesmerized her with his caramel skin, bright golden eyes and dark good looks. She could stare at him for hours and not look away.
And then he’d open his mouth and ruin the mood.
“Honey, I can smell your heat from here.” Bingo. Quince at his finest.
“Liar.”
He opened his mouth, showcasing pretty white canines, and stuck his tongue out, tasting her scent on the air. Then he closed his mouth and chuckled, a chirp from deep in his throat. “I can’t wait to prove you wrong. Now come home where you belong, Joy. I have shit to do in Miami, and you’re proving a real distraction.”
“You’re smelling anger, not desire, you bully. And I never asked you to follow me. My family is here, anyway. Go home.” You’re not the boss of me was on the tip of her tongue, but she wasn’t five years old anymore. With three of her four siblings in Cougar Falls, Quince had to know she had more than enough reason to stay in Montana. Even if she did miss the warmth of Miami like crazy.
“I’m your pride leader.” Somehow he didn’t sound arrogant, but as if he found the notion distasteful. “You have to do what I say.”
“Oh? Is that right…Lex? I mean, Quince?”
He stopped grinning. Now he looked downright enraged. Their last pride leader, Lex Gates, had been a murdering thug. He’d killed his own father to take over the pride, then used any and everyone to try to get at Joy’s younger sister Stacey. Her older brother Miles had grabbed Joy and her sisters and fled for Montana, needing the space and the time to think of how to handle Lex and his goons. Fortunately, the pride in Cougar Falls had helped take him out. Joy had happily done her fair share of mauling in the cleanup as well.
Quince had supposedly been pretending to work for Lex while he did his best to oust the bastard from the pride. But she wasn’t sure whether she believed him or not…about a lot of things.
“Say what you want, but you know I protected you and your sisters,” he said as if reading her mind.
“You used Stacey as bait!”
“And we took Lex out for good. The pride is stable for the first time in months. Hey, I saved your skin more than once too, if you remember.”
She recalled him taking her aside just last month to save her from falling into an ambush. Again. During Lex’s time as pride leader, Quince had actually managed to show up and whisk her from trouble at the oddest times. Which led her once more to recall that too-brief, bone-melting kiss they’d shared. It wasn’t a big deal. He surprised me is all. But her cat would have none of it. Her animal spirit rolled in the remembrance, loving the stronger male’s take-charge attitude, no matter his reasons for trying to seduce her.
“I think you want me up there with you,” Quince continued when she remained silent. “And God knows I want to be with you.”
She flushed. Why did he have to make that sound as if he wanted to do her? Sure she had a healthy social life. But she usually liked the guys she slept with. Quince…she didn’t know how she felt about him. Especially because she couldn’t be sure he wanted her as anything more than a stepping-stone to get to her family.
Before she could respond, movement flashed to her left, and she turned with a hiss. To her shock, a naked woman with long, tangled hair, smelling like wolf, put a finger to her lips. The woman held out a small dart that looked like a tiny tranquilizer. She mimicked stabbing herself in the throat with it, then mimed sleep. The woman held it out again then motioned to Quince below the ridge.
Joy nodded, narrowed her mental path to the woman and sent out a tentative, “Thanks. That would help.”
“Good. This guy is annoying me too. Men in my woods? Uh-uh. Not acceptable.”
Her woods? No matter. Anything to get Quince off her tail. “I’m Joy. My sisters live in Cougar Falls with the pride.”
“Jenna.” Jenna paused, peering at the edge. Joy didn’t think the woman could see Quince from that angle, but Jenna grinned. “Leave this to me.” She collapsed to the ground and started moaning.
“Joy?” Quince roared.
“Something weird here,” she yelled back.
“I’m coming. Hold on.”
She might have found his protective instincts flattering if they hadn’t been so cloying. She’d been taking care of herself for years. Joy was the independent, snarky Bermin. Miles the rich playboy. Amy and Melissa, twin beauties who got along with everyone and sewed like a dream. Stacey, the stunning designer with supermodel good looks. Take away Joy’s independence and who was she? Just the untalented Bermin sister.
Despite what her brother and Quince, a man who didn’t like the word no, thought, Joy could and had been her own woman for years. Quince’s hints about claiming her had worn thin weeks ago—she blatantly refused to be used. He wasn’t family, and lately, even Miles was annoying on the best of days.
Quince arrived in moments and stormed past her to put himself between her and any perceived threat. When he spied Jenna, he froze. “What’s this?”
“A woman, by the look of those breasts,” Joy drawled.
“Smart ass.”
She almost felt bad for this. Almost. “Quince, I can handle this. Just go home and leave me alone.” Her cat disagreed, but she knew he was too tempting a mistake to stick around.
“Not a chance. With as much trouble as you’re constantly in, you need a damn keeper.”
Fine. That sealed it. “Whatever.”
She watched him warily approach Jenna, sniffing as he went. Then he lowered his head to nudge her seemingly unconscious body.
Quick as a whip, Jenna stuck him in the neck with the tranq. Before Quince could wrap his teeth around her neck, she rolled out from under him and shifted into a gray wolf in seconds.
Laughing at him, she winked at Joy. “Check you later. Feel free to join us out here if you want, Joy. We could use a cougar to shake things up.”
“Thanks. Nice meeting you.”
“You too.” Jenna looked down at Quince and snickered. “Sucker.”
Stumbling and then collapsing to the ground, Quince blinked up at Joy. “Tricked…me?”
She sauntered over and put a nicely manicured paw on the big guy’s chest. She watched Jenna bound away before she turned her attention back to him. “Yep. I told you to leave me alone. I’m still not sure about you and Lex. Yeah, you helped us, but maybe that’s because you wanted us to help you take Lex down so you could take charge. I don’t know. But I do know I’m tired of overbearing males trying to tell me wha
t to do. First you, then Miles. I’m twenty-nine years old, for God’s sake. When I’m interested, I’ll let you know.”
That said, she leaned down and hissed right in his face. Then, unable to help herself, she licked the small scratch along his cheek.
“There. Now I took care of you,” she said, trying to cover her embarrassing streak of compassion. Ugh. Act like a Bermin, you ass. Bring out your inner bitch. “You owe me one, Quince. Now go home.” She stepped off him, turned tail and walked slowly, deliberately, away.
She felt his eyes on her until she climbed back down the ridge. But her dumb cat hissed at her the whole way.
What a prince wants…he takes.
Waiting in the Wings
© 2013 Heather Long
Soulgirls, Book 3
Who can blame Richard for his half-century-long bad mood? For fifty years he’s been waiting for his bride to get over the spat that sent her storming away from the safety of his territory. For fifty years, he’s missed everything about her—even her whimsical challenges to his authority.
It’s time for her to come home, but when he gets a lead on her whereabouts, he’s stunned. She’s dancing in a glitzy, gaudy Las Vegas show. And her memory of him has been wiped clean.
Kiki finally has the opportunity to headline at the Arcana Royale, but she’s not sure she’s happy about it. Especially when a dark, handsome stranger arouses forbidden passions from deep inside of the fog of her lost past.
Richard has been granted only three days in hostile territory to free his Kiki from the curse binding her mind.
Only one problem. When Kiki remembers Richard, she may not forgive him, but if she never remembers, she'll never be free.
Warning: Contains an arrogant-as-hell vampire prince who will stop at nothing to get the girl he loves, an unpredictable showgirl who loves to party, and scorching sex that drives them both wild.
