Esposito County Shifters: Omnibus Edition
Bite me. Claim me. Make me yours.
Esposito County Shifters: Omnibus Edition is the complete collection of the Esposito County Shifters paranormal romance series (Shifter Woods: Howl, Shifter Woods: Snarl, Shifter Woods: Growl, Shifter Woods: Claw, and Shifter Woods: Roar).
Shifter Woods: Howl
Laurie has two rules: always get the story, and stay away from overbearing pack leaders. Until she runs into tall, gorgeous Sheriff Caleb Lynch while investigating a human trafficking story. When a blizzard strands them in his cabin, Cal’s stubbled good looks and irresistible scent make Laurie’s coyote sit up and howl. But she can’t risk letting this Stetson-wearing cinnamon roll of a pack leader anywhere near her heart…
A widower, Cal assumes he’s going to spend the rest of his life alone until he finds a wet, shivering reporter wandering near his cabin on Sandia Crest. As soon as he scents Laurie, however, he knows he’s been given a second chance at love. Laurie may not like or trust pack leaders, but that isn’t going to stop Cal. He’ll use all of his coyote cunning to claim his clever, feisty female.
Shifter Woods: Snarl
Running the family ski resort on Sandia Crest makes Kate one busy cougar shifter until a tall, gorgeous wolf shifter shows up for a job. Now he’s heating up her dreams and making her life even more complicated. Meanwhile, her dad is on her case to find a mate, and the one male who is completely off limits is Jack.
Born to be a leader, Jack lost his pack while serving as a SEAL. When his former commanding officer offers him a job, Jack accepts and scents the luscious, green-eyed Kate. His wolf knows that she’s his mate, but a freak accident left her without a sense of smell. Now he has to convince Kate that they’re meant to be together … and avoid her armed and dangerous father…
Shifter Woods: Growl
Cougar shifter Denise is a single mom who just wants a quiet life. But when a tiger shifter/FBI agent shows up in her back yard, she gets involved in a federal investigation of a crooked televangelist. Marco may be trouble, but she can’t resist trouble…
Marco knows it’s not smart but he can’t stop thinking about Denise, even though his growing attraction could put both her and her daughter in danger. When the televangelist strikes back, Marco must use all of his skills, both tiger and human, to protect the female who’s captured his heart.
Shifter Woods: Claw
A halfling wolf shifter, Angela gets sold out to the Chicago Outfit and has to run for her life. When she winds up in Esposito County, the grumpy, gorgeous local wolf pack leader agrees to take care of her. But she’s not going to fall in love with him, and she’s definitely not his mate.
As leader of the local wolf pack, Matt’s life is one of lonely duty until he rescues a lovely halfling with a hauntingly familiar scent. She’s running from deadly trouble, but Matt knows how to handle trouble and will destroy anyone who tries to take his angel away from him.
Shifter Woods: Roar
After getting separated from his reporter on the side of a mountain, photojournalist Gavin winds up stranded in a smoking hot guy’s cabin during a blizzard. One little problem. Turns out smoking hot guy’s a bear shifter. And he thinks Gavin’s his mate. Some hot and dirty fun is one thing, but soulmates? Is that even real?
Mike may lead the bear shifters in Esposito County, but that doesn’t make his life any easier. He’s preparing for a leadership challenge when a snarky photographer with the world’s most perfect butt shows up at his cabin during a blizzard. Now Mike has to convince Gavin that they’re mates, defeat his challenger, and live up to his grandfather’s reputation.
- Paranormal Romance, Shifter Romance
- Word Count: 157,000
- Heat Level: 4
- Published By: Belaurient Press
Books in the Shifter Woods series:
- Shifter Woods: Howl
- Shifter Woods: Snarl
- Shifter Woods: Growl
- Shifter Woods: Claw
- Shifter Woods: Roar
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Upstairs, Caleb stretched out in the big, comfortable bed, remembering how Paul Sleeping Turtle, Mike Ivanov and he had used some stout ropes and a lot of good-natured cursing to haul the mattress and box spring and over the loft railing. Anna had stood well out of the way downstairs, laughing at their language as they’d sweated and lugged the damn things upward. That night, however, she’d rewarded him in the newly installed bed, and Mike cheerfully baited him the next day about hearing the noise from a good mile away.
He’d never brought another woman to the cabin after Anna’s death, never even wanted to. But Laurie was different. He could smell her even up here, her essence rising with the heat from the fireplace and perfuming the loft with the smell of warm, sweet female in heat and in need of a good fucking.
He had no idea why Laurie had suddenly gone into heat while he was doing the dishes, but the change in her scent was unmistakable. Granted, sometimes an unmated Alpha could send a young, untried female into heat from simple proximity. But Laurie Rivera had to be in her early thirties, and if she was a virgin he’d eat his badge. The view he’d caught of her in the reflection of the kitchen window was of a female openly eyeing him and liking what she saw.
He grinned at the hand-hewn beams overhead. You know damn well what it means. She’s my mate, whether she likes it or not.
Which, ironically, was the problem. From what she’d told him, she was skittish as hell about the idea of being claimed. He couldn’t blame her, considering her experiences with her first Alpha. But it certainly messed up any chance he had with her, as well. And he didn’t have the luxury of taking his time and courting her, letting her get to know him over time. The moment the plows came through in the morning, Mike and this Gavin guy would be at the cabin to pick her up. After that, Laurie would be back in the city with her career and her life, never to return.
Albuquerque isn’t that far, though.
Oh, yeah? When was the last time you were there? The last time you had time to go there?
His subconscious—or his coyote, he wasn’t sure—had a point. He had to act tonight before he lost her. So, time to be sneaky.
He kicked off the blanket, bracing as the cool air hit his bare skin. He usually didn’t sleep naked during winter, but he wanted as much of his own aroma circulating as possible. He’d made a vow, yes, and he would keep it … unless Laurie gave him permission to break it. And the best way to make happen would be to tempt her upstairs with the scent of his desire and the promise of fulfilling her own.
Running a hand over his chest, he brushed the firm nub of a nipple and the crisp hair that led in a trail down to his groin. He followed it now, wrapping a hand around his soft cock and squeezing. It twitched at the stimulation; when he squeezed again, running his thumb over the upper ridge of the head, it began to thicken lazily.
He started a light, teasing stroke, not enough to get himself off but more than enough to get fully hard. Closing his eyes, he imagined Laurie climbing the stairs to the loft and his bed. The mattress would dip a bit as she climbed on it, moving on all fours to him. He knew she was the kind of female who, when her mind was made up, would stake her claim. There would be no fear, no anger, nothing but need and the deep knowledge that they belonged together.
He pictured her straddling his thighs, bending over to give him a deep, luscious kiss. Her breasts would swing forward and he could cup them, relishing the firm weight of them in each hand before he leaned up to take a nipple in his mouth. He already knew how the salt of her sweat and the sweet spice of her skin would taste, and how to rub the velvet flat of his tongue across the nub to make her gasp. He wanted to learn all the sounds she made in bed, the feminine moans and sighs that were music to a male’s ears.
His sweet female would be eager that first time, taking him in hand and guiding his straining cock between her legs. He groaned as he imagined the hot, wet squeeze of her sliding down around him, a perfect fit that would drive him out of his mind. She’d start riding him, her breasts jiggling with each rise and fall, and that perfect friction building between cock and cunt, all hot juices and slippery softness and his dick going deeper and deeper into her until he could feel the electricity rising, building at that sweet spot between balls and spine…
He pulled his hand away, half-enjoying the sparking, stuttering feeling of having his orgasm denied. Now he just had to wait.
Please, Laurie, I need you. Come to me.