Dana Marie Bell - [Halle Shifters 01]

by Bear Necessities (lit)

  True Destiny

  Very Much Alive

  Coming Soon:

  True Destiny

  Eye of the Beholder

  The Gray Court

  Noble Blood

  Love has a trick up its sleeve.

  Foxes’ Den

  © 2010 Teresa Noelle Roberts

  Duals and Donovans: The Different, Book 2

  Some guys just don’t take rejection well. Sure, Akane’s affair with an uptight sorcerer’s boy toy backfired, but two hundred years locked in a mortal body is cruel and unusual punishment for a Trickster avatar. To free her fox form, she needs sex magic with a male of her own kind. Except none exist.

  Adorable Trickster-touched fox dual Taggart Ross-Donovan is the closest she’s found. Even better, he’s married to Paul Donovan, whose red magic sizzles the air around him. One night with them will generate the extraordinary power needed to set her free.

  The last thing Tag and Paul expect to find under a sorcerer’s curse is a kitsune, a beautiful one who gets under their skin without even trying. Tag is more than ready to take the risk she needs. Paul has reservations, but it’s nothing Tag can’t overcome with a little sensual persuasion.

  No one goes into the ritual with more hope than Akane…or more fear. Failure will leave her forever entrapped. Worse, she’s falling for two mortals. And there’s only one thing that can kill a kitsune—unrequited love.

  Warning: Contains sly fox men (with tails), foxy fox women (with multiple tails), sexy witches chasing tail, Trickster magic, cranky sorcerers, and enough gay, het and MMF sex to torch your Kindle.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Foxes’ Den:

  For a moment, overwhelmed by the wealth of gorgeous man around her, Akane almost forget the curse, forgot why she was able to be with them at all, forgot everything except that she hadn’t dared to have sex for…well, she didn’t want to think about how long, but it was longer than these two men had been alive.

  She was pulled back to the reality of her circumstances when Paul intoned, “I honor your body as I honor the Goddess, the female principle in all life.” Tag followed along a few beats behind. Paul’s tone was solemn, Tag’s predictably less so.

  The Donovan tradition was alien to her, their names for the divine Powers not the ones she knew, but the principles were familiar and she could figure out what she needed to say. “I honor your bodies as I honor the God, the male principle in all life.”

  “As we honor each others’,” Paul and Tag said, this time in perfect unison.

  They weren’t here simply to share pleasure. Her future rode on the magic they could work together.

  But the way she saw it, the more they enjoyed working the magic, the more likely it was to succeed. And how could a kitsune, even a cursed one, not enjoy herself with two such magnificent men?

  Between them, Akane sank to her knees with a grace she had forgotten she possessed. She reached out, taking one cock in each hand, and began to stroke.

  Even in this human form, locked away from most of her magic, she sensed silver cords of love binding the two men, sensed the energy passing along that cord between them. If only she’d looked for that kind of connection between Hiro and Masao…but no, she’d been too sure of herself. And since they’d been in denial about their true feelings, she might not have seen anything anyway.

  Energy streamed from both men into her, streaming into the foul black weight she’d been carrying around in her spirit for two hundred years.

  She didn’t want to hope too much, but it already seemed a little lighter.

  Not surprisingly, Paul’s energy was the more directed of the two, a focused ray of scarlet passion and white healing that might be aimed by his cock, but seemed to come out of his soul and cut into the curse like a katana. What she felt from Tag was a wild river of positive energy: lust, caring, love and support for Paul, protectiveness like a wild animal might feel toward its mate.

  And mixed in with it all, a degree of affection that humbled her.

  Tag genuinely liked her.

  Many men had desired her; some had fancied they loved her and a few perhaps had. But Tag knew her for what she was and understood her terrible mistakes and liked her anyway.

  It touched and troubled her in equal measure. A fox dual like Tag was the closest thing to a potential true mate a kitsune would likely find. But he already had a husband, and she knew better than to disturb that bonding. Not to mention that pesky mortality.

  This was why kitsune rarely found a true, lasting love, unless they were of a disposition to love another female.

  No. Negative thinking would affect the magic. She must take what they offered and no more, and think positive to let the magic flow. Once her curse was broken and she wasn’t trapped in the physical realm, she wouldn’t worry about foolishness such as a permanent partner. Life, after all, was mutable, and so was she.

  To distract from the pull of Tag, she turned her attentions to Paul.

  She took Paul’s long, slender cock, throbbing with heat and human magic, into her mouth, working up and down until he made a strangled noise and she tasted a hint of tangy pre-come.

  She would have continued, with pleasure, if Paul hadn’t pulled back and said, “No. Tag’s turn. Got to keep it balanced.”

  He was the witch, the one who knew how to set her free.

  It was playing with fire, but she’d always liked dangerous games. Sure, it was how she’d ended up in this fix, but there had been many other bits of fun, risky business in her immortal life, and most of them had worked out fine—in the long run, at least.

  And what female could resist a gorgeous man telling her to do exactly what she wanted to do anyway?

  Better yet two men, because while Tag wasn’t saying a word, his body language and even his scent told her he was in need.

  Tag’s cock was redolent with a lighter version of a fox’s musk, and it tasted like home in a way no male ever had. What was the witch phrase—hearth, home, heart? A kitsune had no hearth, no fixed home.

  But they had hearts, hearts that they normally kept closely guarded.

  Akane was perilously close to losing hers to this fox and to the long, lean witch who loved him.

  No. That couldn’t be. She couldn’t be falling in love so easily after more than a thousand years of resisting it. Must be a heady combination of gratitude, hope and raw lust. She focused on the moment, on the taste and texture of his cock and the weight of Paul’s in her hands, on the heat in her belly as her own arousal grew. She swore the curse was already melting, and the outline of her human form wavered and softened.

  Or maybe she was drunk on lust. Moisture dripped down her thighs, and she ached for fucking, but at the same time, she didn’t want to stop what she was doing.

  Paul moved closer to his lover, offering up his cock along with Tag’s. Akane’s eyes widened, but she took the hint.

  It made sense. She needed both the fox’s wild energy and the witch’s power to see the curse broken. The two men were bonded, practically one soul, magically speaking.

  And besides, if she worked both of them into her mouth at once, it would be a new experience. As an immortal with over a thousand lusty years under her obi, it wasn’t often she managed to have those.

  Akane rearranged the men a little so they were at what looked like a better angle, then wrapped a hand around the base of each cock.

  She swirled her tongue over the head of Paul’s cock first, welcoming him back, then did the same for Tag. Amazing how they tasted so different and yet were both so delicious.

  Then she stretched her mouth open wide and took in as much of both cocks as she could.

  This wasn’t going to be the best blowjob she’d ever given. It was hard to get too artistic when she couldn’t do much in the way of licking or swirling or even moving her head because her mouth was so full, and her jaw was going to be sore before long, and because of the odd angle, she could barely get the heads into her mouth. For the moment, though,
it felt amazingly powerful to feel herself so filled.

  And to know that they were getting additional pleasure from their cocks touching.

  The flavors of their pre-come mingled on her tongue. The flavors of their energies mingled as well and jolted through her. Something unclenched inside her.

  For the first time in two centuries, she felt her tails. They weren’t there in any sense someone not well-versed in magic would recognize. She doubted even Paul could feel them, though she tried to flick one of them against him. But the base of her spine didn’t feel truncated and naked, and the merest hint of soft fur swept against her legs.

  Something prickled against her scalp as her proper ears made themselves known. The shushing of the surf grew louder. She heard a wood mouse scurrying around under the pavilion, even over the surf and the rain. Tag’s musk and Paul’s smell of cloves and Ivory soap were sharper, but so were all the other smells—rainy Oregon fall, ocean at high tide, a touch of mustiness and mouse in the cabin, lingering hints of Tag and Paul making love here several days before and the scent of fresh linens they’d put on afterward, a lingering trace of the coffee someone had enjoyed there earlier in the day, the candles and even the flame itself.

  She pulled back long enough to say “It’s working. Paul, Tag, it’s working.”

  Then she threw herself into sucking with renewed lust, turning her sharper senses to the wonderful panoply of tastes, smells, sights and sounds the two men offered.

  As she sucked, they kissed. She felt their tongues meeting hers, dancing in her soul.

  This time, Paul was the one to pull away. “Time for the bed,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire and his control obviously strained. “Now.”

  The truth will set her free…or get her killed.

  Alexandra’s Legacy

  © 2009 N.J. Walters

  Alexandra Riley’s day starts out like any other in her normal, predictable world. Then a tall, dark stranger bursts into her father’s garage and shatters the illusion. In one shocking moment, she discovers why she’s been feeling hot, restless—she’s the half-breed daughter of a legendary werewolf and is a much-sought-after prize.

  Joshua Striker, enforcer in charge of protecting the alphas of the Wolf Creek pack, has come to take Alex home. Nothing more, nothing less. From the first moment he sees her, she becomes the one thing he can’t afford—a distraction from his duty. A weakness he doesn’t want—but can’t resist needing.

  If only keeping her safe was as simple as fending off males on the hunt for a mate. Through city streets to the mountains of North Carolina, Alex and Joshua have to evade those who don’t want their pure bloodlines tainted with human DNA, as well as bounty hunters who think the only good werewolf is a dead one.

  What Joshua and Alex can’t outrun is the passion that flares between them—or the choice Alex must eventually face. Whether to claim her inner wolf, or forfeit her chance to claim Joshua as her own.

  Warning: This book contains sexy werewolves, rogue werewolves, nasty bounty hunters, a mysterious vampire and plenty of hot sexual interludes that will raise your blood pressure.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Alexandra’s Legacy:

  Joshua Striker’s heart was pounding, although outwardly none of his excitement or agitation showed. He’d found her. It hadn’t been easy, but he’d managed to stay one step ahead of the two roving packs of wolves searching for her. She was a treasure and they all wanted her.

  He could barely see her now, blocked by the bulk of her father’s body. But the one glimpse he’d had of her had been more than enough to fire his blood. He could almost feel her long, slender body bucking beneath his as he thrust hard and deep. He wanted to fuck her until she was screaming with pleasure, until they were both sweaty and spent. And then he’d do it all over again.

  His cock swelled in anticipation, pressing hard against the zipper of his jeans. A fine sheen of sweat formed on his skin, making it itch. His scalp tingled, his muscles tightened. He shook his head to clear away the haze of lust enveloping him. Now was definitely not the time for this. His job was to protect her, not to claim her.

  The man in front of him issued another low growl. James LeVeau, or rather James Riley as he called himself now, had disappeared from the Wolf Creek pack of werewolves in North Carolina almost fifty years ago. At the time he’d been the alpha of the pack, the toughest and smartest one of them all. After his beloved wife, Leda, had died in childbirth, he’d simply vanished.

  There had been plenty of rumors over the years. The most intriguing one was that he’d had a child with a human, a daughter. Now they all knew the rumor was true and she was a prospective mate for many of the single male wolves.

  The past hundred years had not been kind to the werewolves and their numbers were dwindling at an alarming rate. The past three decades had been even worse. Children were far and few between, as were females of mating age.

  Personally, Joshua felt that had more to do with all the infighting between packs, but the reality remained that they needed children to expand their population. The fact that she was the daughter of one of the most powerful, most well-respected wolves in the country was a bonus. Whoever she mated with would immediately gain in status and standing.

  “I come from Wolf Creek. Ian sent me.”

  That gave the older man pause, but he didn’t back down or relax his stance. “Who are you?”

  “Striker.” James blinked, but gave no other indication of what he was thinking. Joshua admired the other man’s self-possession.

  “Last I heard Miguel was Striker of the Wolf Creek pack.”

  “He was my father.” It still hurt for Joshua to think of his father. The large man had seemed invincible to his sons, but death had claimed him all the same.

  “Was?” The very stillness of the other man assured Joshua that he was ready to spring and fight at any second.

  “It took four rogue wolves and several humans to bring him down.” He wanted to tip back his head and howl with the sorrow that was his constant companion. Instead, Joshua swallowed, refusing to show any of the emotion beating at him. “He was searching for you.”

  “You’re young Joshua.” James’ eyes narrowed as they raked over the younger man.

  “I was. Now I am Striker of the Wolf Creek pack.” Striker was more than just their name, it was his family’s duty within the pack. The head of the Striker family was in charge of pack security, of protecting the alpha pair and the pack as a whole. That duty had fallen to him and he would not fail, no matter the cost.

  “I am sorry to hear about your father. He was the best of us.” Joshua could not mistake the sincerity and the sorrow in James’ voice. “I missed him.”

  “Why did you never contact him?” The biting question was past his lips before he could restrain it. Joshua was angry with himself for letting his emotion show. It was a weakness he could not afford.

  “It was not safe. I had too much to lose.” James shook his head. “In those days they would not have accepted my child. She was not of pure blood.” He gave a bitter laugh. “Times have changed in the past few decades, have they not? Back then, they might have killed her, now they want to claim her.” His features hardened and the alpha warrior was revealed. “I will do whatever it takes to protect her.”

  “Dad?” Her low, lilting voice washed over Joshua like a physical caress, making it hard for him to breathe. “What’s this all about? Who is this guy?” He could hear the uncertainty, the question in her voice as she stepped out from behind her father.

  James reached out his hand and wrapped it around her shoulder, pulling her beneath the shelter of his arm. “This is part of what I needed to speak to you about.” His gaze never left Joshua’s face. “Lock the door and come upstairs. We have to talk.”

  Joshua turned away from the pair, purposely leaving his back exposed. Taking his time, he threw all six bolts on the door. When he was done, he faced them and cocked his eyebrow in question. The older man motioned to a
doorway at the far end of the garage.

  He strode past them, trying not to stare at the woman. He didn’t know her name, but he knew that he wanted her. Something about her reached deep inside him, demanding that he claim her as his own. With his preternatural sense of smell, he caught a faint whiff of her scent and almost moaned. She was close to coming into heat, but not quite there yet. At the moment, it was just the faintest tantalizing perfume that made his head spin and sent lust surging through his bloodstream. Layered over that was the clean scent of woman, her own personal fragrance. It was fresh, like the mountain wildflowers after a summer’s rain.

  And he was obviously losing his mind if he was waxing poetic when there was a pissed off alpha at his back and danger surrounding them all. If he didn’t keep his mind on business, he’d never live long enough to have a chance to claim his woman.

  And she was his. She just didn’t know it yet.

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