Alpha’s Mission: A Special Forces Shifter Romance

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by Rose, Renee


  I smile at him through trembling lips, still marveling that I’ve become someone important to my lone wolf.

  His mother turns and smiles at me, too. “You’re braver than I was. You’ve accepted what he is. Thank you for loving my son.”

  I touch the bite marks again. “I wouldn’t have him any other way.”

  Author’s Note

  A huge thank you to the people who make this series possible: Aubrey Cara, for nipple-tassel wearing excellence and beta reads and Sandy Ebel of Personal Touch Editing. Lee Savino Goddesses and Renee’s Romper Roomies—you bring us such joy!

  And of course everyone who’s read and reviewed the series thus far. We appreciate you! We’ll have Trey’s book for ya next. :)

  XOXO

  Renee & Lee

  Alpha’s Temptation (Bad Boy Alphas, Book 1)

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  MINE TO PROTECT. MINE TO PUNISH. MINE.

  I'm a lone wolf, and I like it that way. Banished from my birth pack after a bloodbath, I never wanted a mate.

  Then I meet Kylie. My temptation. We're trapped in an elevator together, and her panic almost makes her pass out in my arms. She's strong, but broken. And she's hiding something.

  My wolf wants to claim her. But she's human, and her delicate flesh won't survive a wolf's mark.

  I'm too dangerous. I should stay away. But when I discover she's the hacker who nearly took down my company, I demand she submit to my punishment. And she will.

  Kylie belongs to me.

  Alpha’s Danger (Bad Boy Alphas, Book 2)

  “YOU BROKE THE RULES, LITTLE HUMAN. I OWN YOU NOW.”

  I am an alpha wolf, one of the youngest in the States. I can pick any she-wolf in the pack for a mate. So why am I sniffing around the sexy human attorney next door? The minute I catch Amber’s sweet scent, my wolf wants to claim her.

  Hanging around is a bad idea, but I don’t play by the rules. Amber acts all prim and proper, but she has a secret, too. She may not want her psychic abilities, but they’re a gift.

  I should let her go, but the way she fights me only makes me want her more. When she learns what I am, there’s no escape for her. She’s in my world, whether she likes it or not. I need her to use her gifts to help recover my missing sister—and I won’t take no for an answer.

  She’s mine now.

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  Alpha’s Prize (Bad Boy Alphas, Book 3)

  My Captive. My Mate. My Prize.

  I didn't order the capture of the beautiful American she-wolf. I didn't buy her from the traffickers. I didn't even plan to claim her. But no male shifter could have withstood the test of a full moon and a locked room with Sedona, naked and shackled to the bed.

  I lost control, not only claiming her, but also marking her, and leaving her pregnant with my wolfpup. I won't keep her prisoner, as much as I'd like to. I allow her to escape to the safety of her brother's pack.

  But once marked, no she-wolf is ever really free. I will follow her to the ends of the Earth, if I must.

  Sedona belongs to me.

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  Alpha’s Challenge (Bad Boy Alphas, Book 4)

  How to Date a Werewolf:

  #1 Never call him ‘Good Doggie.’

  I’ve got a problem. A big, hairy problem. An enforcer from the Werewolves Motorcycle Club broke into my house. He thinks I know the Werewolves’ secret, and the pack sent him to guard me.

  #2 During a full moon, be ready to get freaky

  By the time he decides I’m no threat, it’s too late. His wolf has claimed me for his mate.

  Too bad we can’t stand each other…

  # 3 Bad girls get eaten in the bedroom

  ...until instincts take over. Things get wild. Naked under the full moon, this wolfman has me howling for more.

  # 4 Break ups are hairy

  Not even a visit from the mob, my abusive ex, my crazy mother and a road trip across the state in a hippie VW bus can shake him.

  #5 Beware the mating bite

  Because there’s no running from a wolf when he decides you’re his mate.

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  Alpha’s Obsession (Bad Boy Alpha’s Book 5)

  A werewolf, an owl shifter, and a scientist walk into a bar…

  Sam

  I was born in a lab, fostered out to humans, then tortured in a cage. Fate allowed me to escape, and I know why.

  To balance the scales of justice. Right the misdeeds of the harvesters.

  Nothing matters but taking down the man who made me what I am: A monster driven by revenge, whatever the cost.

  Then I meet Layne. She thinks I’m a hero.

  But she doesn’t understand—If I don’t follow this darkness to its end, it will consume me.

  Layne

  I’ve spent my life in the lab, researching the cure for the disease that killed my mom. No late nights out, no dates, definitely no boyfriend.

  Then Sam breaks into my lab, steals my research, and kidnaps me. He’s damaged. Crazy. And definitely not human.

  He and his friends are on a mission to stop the company that’s been torturing shifters, and now I’m a part of it.

  Sam promises to protect me. And when he touches me, I feel reborn. But he’s hellbent on revenge. He won’t give it up.

  Not even for me.

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  Alpha’s Desire (Bad Boy Alpha’s Book 6)

  She’s the one girl this player can’t have. A human.

  I’m dying to claim the redhead who lights up the club every Saturday night.

  I want to pull her into the storeroom and make her scream, but it wouldn’t be right.

  She’s too pure. Too fresh. Too passionate.

  Too human.

  When she learns my secret, my alpha orders me to wipe her memories.

  But I won’t do it.

  Still, I’m not mate material—I can’t mark her and bring her into the pack.

  What in the hell am I going to do with her?

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  Alpha’s War (Bad Boy Alpha’s Book 7)

  I marked you. You belong to me.

  Nash

  I’ve survived suicide missions in war zones. Shifter prison labs. The worst torture imaginable. Nothing knocked me off my feet... until the beautiful lioness they threw in my cage. We shared one night before our captors ripped us apart.

  Now I’m free, and my lion is going insane. He’ll destroy me from the inside out if I don’t find my mate.

  I don’t know who she is. I don’t know where she lives. All I have is a video of her. But I’ll die if I don’t find her, and make her mine.

  I’m coming for you, Denali.

  Denali

  They took me from my home, they killed my pride, they locked me up and forced me to breed. They took everything from me and still I survived.

  But one night with a lion shifter destroyed me. Nash took the one thing my captors couldn’t touch—my heart.

  Somehow I escaped, and live in fear that they will come for me. It’s killing my lioness, but I’ve got to hide—even from Nash. I’ve got to protect the one thing I have left to lose.

  Our cub.

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  About Renee Rose

  USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE is a naughty wordsmith who writes kinky romance novels. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews’ Best Historical, Best Erotic, Best Ageplay and favorite author. She’s hit #1 on Amazon in the Erotic Paranormal, Western and Sci-fi categories. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.

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  King of Diamonds - A Dark Mafia Romance Excerpt

  I grab the vacuum and head back into the bedroom. When I finish, I hear male voices in the living room.

  “Hope you can get some sleep, Nico. How long’s it bee
n?” one of the voices asked.

  “Forty-eight hours. Fucking insomnia.”

  “G’luck, see you later.” A door clicks shut.

  My heart immediately beats a little faster with excitement or nerves. Yes—I’m a fool. Later, I would realize my mistake in not marching right out and introducing myself, but Marissa has me nervous about the Tacones and I freeze up. The cart stands out in the living room, though. I decide to go into the bathroom and clean everything I can without getting fresh supplies. Finally, I give up, square my shoulders and head out.

  I arrive in the living room and pull out three folded towels, four hand towels and four washcloths. Out of my peripheral vision, I watch the broad shoulders and back of another finely dressed man.

  He glances over then does a double-take. His dark eyes rake over me, lingering on my legs and traveling up to my breasts, then face. “Who the fuck are you?”

  I should’ve expected that response, but it startles me anyway. He sounds scary. Seriously scary, and he walks toward me like he means business. He’s beautiful, with dark wavy hair, a stubbled square jaw and thick-lashed eyes that bore a hole right through me.

  “Huh? Who. The fuck. Are you?”

  I panic. Instead of answering him, I turn and walk swiftly to the bathroom, as if putting fresh towels in his bathroom will fix everything.

  He stalks after me and follows me in. “What are you doing in here?” He knocks the towels out of my hands.

  Stunned, I stare down at them scattered on the floor. “I’m...housekeeping,” I offer lamely. Damn my idiotic fascination with the mafia. This is not the freaking Sopranos. This is a real-life, dangerous man wearing a gun in a holster under his armpit. I know, because I see it when he reaches for me.

  He grips my upper arms. “Bullshit. No one who looks like”—his eyes travel up and down the length of my body again—“you—works in housekeeping.”

  I blink, not sure what that means. I’m pretty, I know that, but there’s nothing special about me. I’m your girl-next-door blue-eyed blonde type, on the short and curvy side. Not like my cousin Corey, who is tall, slender, red-haired and drop-dead gorgeous, with the confidence to match.

  There’s something lewd in the way he looks at me that makes it sound like I’m standing there in nipple tassels and a G-string instead of my short, fitted maid’s dress. I play dumb. “I’m new. I’ve only been here a couple weeks.”

  He sports dark circles under his eyes, and I remember what he told the other man. He suffers from insomnia. Hasn’t slept in forty-eight hours.

  “Are you bugging the place?” he demands.

  “Wha—” I can’t even answer. I just stare like an idiot.

  He starts frisking me for a weapon. “Is this a con? What do they think—I’m going to fuck you? Who sent you?”

  I attempt to answer, but his warm hands sliding all over me make me forget what I was going to say. Why is he talking about fucking me?

  He stands up and gives me a tiny shake. “Who. Sent. You?” His dark eyes mesmerize. He smells of the casino—of whiskey and cash, and beneath it, his own simmering essence.

  “No one...I mean, Marissa!” I exclaim her name like a secret password, but it only seems to irritate him further.

  He reaches out and runs his fingers swiftly along the collar of my housekeeping dress, as if checking for some hidden wiretap. I’m pretty sure the guy’s half out of his mind, maybe delirious with sleep deprivation. Maybe just nuts. I freeze, not wanting to set him off.

  To my shock, he yanks down the zipper on the front of my dress, all the way to my waist.

  If I were my cousin Corey, daughter of a mean FBI agent, I’d knee him in the balls, gun or not. But I was raised not to make waves. To be a nice girl and do what authority tells me to do.

  So, like a freaking idiot, I just stand there. A tiny mewl leaves my lips, but I don’t dare move, don’t protest. He yanks the form-fitting dress to my waist and jerks it down over my hips.

  I wrest my arms free from the fabric to wrap them around myself.

  Nico Tacone shoves me aside to get the dress out from under my feet. He picks it up and runs his hands all over it, still searching for the mythical wiretap while I shiver in my bra and panties.

  I fold my arms across my breasts. “Look, I’m not wearing a wire or bugging the place,” I breathe. “I was helping Marissa and then she got a call—”

  “Save it,” he barks. “You’re too fucking perfect. What’s the con? What the fuck are you doing in here?”

  I’m confounded. Should I keep arguing the truth when it only pisses him off? I swallow. None of the words in my head seem like the right ones to say.

  He reaches for my bra.

  I bat at his hands, heart pumping like I just did two back-to-back spin classes. He ignores my feeble resistance. The bra is a front hook and he obviously excels at removing women’s lingerie because it’s off faster than the dress. My breasts spring out with a bounce, and he glares at them, as if I bared them just to tempt him. He examines the bra, then tosses it on the floor and stares at me. His eyes dip once more to my breasts and his expression grows even more furious. “Real tits,” he mutters as if that’s a punishable offense.

  I try to step back but I bump into the toilet. “I’m not hiding anything. I’m just a maid. I got hired two weeks ago. You can call Samuel.”

  He steps closer. Tragically, the hardened menace on his handsome face only increases his attractiveness to me. I really am wired wrong. My body thrills at the nearness of him, pussy dampening. Or maybe it’s the fact that he just stripped me practically naked while he stands there fully clothed. I think this is a fetish to some people. Apparently, I’m one of them. If I wasn’t so scared, it would be uber hot.

  He palms my backside, warm fingers sliding over the satiny fabric of my panties, but he’s not groping me, he’s still working efficiently, checking for bugs. He slides a thumb under the gusset, running the fabric through his fingers. My belly flutters.

  Oh God. The back of his thumb brushes my dewy slit. I cringe in embarrassment. His head jerks up and he stares at me in surprise, nostrils flaring.

  Then his brows slammed down as if it pisses him off I’m turned on, as if it’s a trick.

  That’s when things really go to shit.

  He pulls out his gun and points it at my head—actually pushes the cold hard muzzle against my brow. “What. The fuck. Are you doing here?”

  King of Diamonds - A Dark Mafia Romance

  Vegas Underground, Book One

  I WARNED YOU.

  I told you not to set foot in my casino again. I told you to stay away. Because if I see those hips swinging around my suite, I’ll pin you against the wall and take you hard. And once I make you mine, I’m not gonna set you free.

  Because I’m king of the Vegas underground and I take what I want.

  So run. Stay the hell away from my casino.

  Or I’ll tie you to my bed. Put you on your knees.

  Break you.

  Or else come to me, beautiful…

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  Also by Renee Rose

  PARANORMAL

  Bad Boy Alphas Series

  Alpha’s Danger

  Alpha’s Temptation

  Alpha’s Prize

  Alpha’s Challenge

  Alpha’s Obsession

  Alpha’s Desire

  Alpha’s War

  Alpha’s Mission

  Love in the Elevator (Bonus story to Alpha’s Temptation

  Alpha Doms Series

  The Alpha’s Hunger

  The Alpha’s Promise

  The Alpha’s Punishment
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  His Captive Mortal

  Deathless Love

  Deathless Discipline

  The Winter Storm: An Ever After Chronicle

  SCI-FI

  Zandian Masters Series

  His Human Slave

  His Human Prisoner

  Training His Human

  His Human Rebel

  His Human Vessel

  His Mate and Master

  Zandian Pet

  Night of the Zandians

  Bought by the Zandians

  The Hand of Vengeance

  Her Alien Masters

  DARK MAFIA ROMANCE

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