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Mid Week Tease: Shifter Woods: Howl #MidWeekTease #MWTease

Hello, chumrades, and welcome to Mid Week Tease! This week I’m featuring a snippet from my new paranormal romance Shifter Woods: Howl. As for this scene, well, let’s just say that my Alpha sheriff is dishing out a little sensual retribution for three days of worry. Because Caleb’s like that.

Enjoy, and make sure to hit the list after the teaser to see other great Mid Week Teases!

Caleb dropped to his knees, pressing kisses into the dark floss at the juncture of Laurie’s thighs before breathing in her scent there. “I’ve been dreaming about tasting you again,” he said, urging her legs apart. She gasped in delight as he laved more kisses across the sensitive flesh there before applying his tongue to her clit in sensual flicks. Electric sparks raced through her body, pushing pleasure ahead of them, and she moaned when he dipped his tongue inside to taste her wetness, pushing one thigh up and over his shoulder for better access.

He raised his head and smacked his lips. “Like dark honey with a touch of salt. I think you just became my favorite dessert.”

He returned to eating her out with heated abandon, his tongue wickedly talented on her clit and his fingers just as skilled as they slid inside her. She had to clutch his shoulders in order to stay upright, her one leg was trembling so much. She wasn’t sure if it was the muscle strain, the position, or simply Caleb between her legs, but the orgasm that rocked through her and made her scream like a banshee almost blew the top of her head off.

She finally had to push him away or fall over. Licking his lips, he guided her down to the rug and shucked out of his own clothes in record time. She took the opportunity to kiss him while his hands were occupied, enjoying the primal combination of their tastes in his mouth.

He urged her onto her back and moved between her open thighs, his erection a thick, warm weight over her clit. He teased her with a slow pump of his hips, wetting himself with the slickness flowing from her, and her inner muscles clenched with need.

“Stop teasing me, damn it,” she panted.

He paused, grinning at her. “Honey, you’re lucky I’m not spanking your luscious little ass for letting me worry for three straight days. If I want to take some time teasing you, I will.”

And he did, sliding over the sensitive nub until she wanted to scream. “Okay, you want me to beg, fine,” she gasped. “Please fuck me.”

“Ask nicely.”

The order made her squirm. “Please, Caleb, I need you inside me.” Happy tears pooled in the corner of her eyes and she struggled to take in a breath, her need for him was so large. “Please, make me yours.”

With a growl he hitched back, then slid into her in one thick, lung-emptying thrust. “Mine,” he ground out. “You’re all mine. No one else’s, you hear me?”

She let out a high wailing cry at his invasion, wrapping her legs high around his hips so that he had room to move. And he did, each stroke filling her body and soul with him. She felt the tears overflow and trickle down her temples. He lapped at them, licking up the salt water before kissing it onto her lips. “Love you, mate of mine.”

“I love you, too.” As another round of that marvelous heat began to grow between her hips, she dug her nails into his back. “God. Please, Caleb, harder!”

He sped up his rhythm, pushing into her with a heavy, almost punishing stroke, the delicious ferocity pounding her into the thick rug. The stimulation was just this side of too much but he wouldn’t stop, couldn’t stop until she was shattered and scattered, ashes of pure sensation. “Caleb!”

His head lunged, mouth opening on the crook of her shoulder. She felt his canines sink into her flesh as she came, blinding bright this time. The biting pain mingled with the incandescent pleasure and she shrieked as it tore through her, changing her forever.


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Owned By the Alpha from Evernight Publishing @evernightpub #PNR

Coming to Evernight Publishing April 24th:

OWNED BY THE ALPHA ANTHOLOGIES

The Alpha lives for the hunt…

Driven by instinct, an Alpha shifter recognizes his fated mate from one scent, one touch. He’ll pursue his woman, regardless of the cost, and anyone else would be smart to get out of his way. He won’t stop until he takes possession of his prize.

Although the hunter doesn’t need convincing, his mate certainly does. The Alpha will have to prove himself as a lover and convince his woman that he plays for keeps.


OWNED BY THE ALPHA

Scent of Destiny by Rose Wulf

Taken Mate by Sam Crescent

Finders Keepers by Stacey Espino

The Hunt by Doris O’Connor

Alpha at Altitude by Lily Harlem

Fated to the Razorback Demon by Maia Dylan

Running Home by Michelle Graham

Alpha’s Sunshine by Elyzabeth M. VaLey

Checkmate by Wren Michaels

Frozen Heart by Beth D. Carter

Wolf Hunter by Elena Kincaid

Returning to the Coyote by Roberta Winchester


OWNED BY THE ALPHA: MANLOVE EDITION

A Tiger’s Luck by Maia Dylan

Last Alpha Standing by James Cox

Mooncrest by Jules Dixon

His Guardian Panther by Elena Kincaid

The Scarf by L.J. Longo

A Matter of Trust by Pelaam

Conflict of Interest by L.D. Blakeley

Mid Week Tease: Cross Current #MidWeekTease #MWTease

Mid Week Tease buttonHello, chumrades, and welcome to Mid Week Tease! This week I’m featuring anohter snippet from Cross Current (Olympic Cove #4), where our hero Matt winds up being abruptly introduced to the paranormal world. No pressure.

Enjoy, and make sure to hit the list after the teaser to see other great Mid Week Teases!

Matt choked on his wine.

Griffin leaned over and whacked him on the back as he spluttered. “You all right, mate?”

“Yeah,” Matt managed, grabbing a napkin and wiping his chin. “Sorry. Uh….”

He pointed at the beach, where a guy who could have worked as a body double for Chris Evans was climbing out of the surf. Shaggy blond hair surrounded a face that should have been on a romance novel cover, while the water slid off muscled arms and a perfect V-shaped torso, drops trickling down to—

Matt swallowed as the man’s naked and well-hung groin cleared the water. Jesus God, how does that thing not act like an anchor?

If that wasn’t enough, a sleek brown head also emerged from the water, letting out a ringing bark. One of the biggest seals Matt had ever seen thumped out of the water with the aid of powerful flippers. Man and beast headed straight for Dunn’s cottage, where Naked Guy dropped to his knees at the stairs, bowing his head. “My lord,” he said, voice rough and exhausted, “I come to ask a boon.”

My lord? And then Matt noticed Dunn’s expression. The amusement from the meal had turned into grim authority, while Ammie’s delicate features firmed into a more feminine version of her husband’s glower. Griffin leaned back in his seat, rubbing his mouth.

Matt turned back to the newcomers just in time to see the seal start writhing on the sand. It let out a series of pained noises, deforming as if something inside the creature was trying to get out.

And then the sleek sable fur on the breast split, a human hand pushing through it. The animal abruptly turned into a seal-shaped balloon that slid off the shoulders of a dark-haired man who crawled out of its skin.

Also naked, a hysterical little voice in the back of Matt’s head said. Although not quite as well hung…

The seal man got to his feet with an effort, looking drained. “Lord Poseidon,” he said to Dunn with a weary bow, “my name is Malcolm Muir, and I formally ask for sanctu—”

Before he could finish the sentence his eyes rolled up. With a gentle smile he collapsed face forward into the sand.


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Mid Week Tease: Trickster: All In #MidWeekTease #MWTease

Mid Week Tease buttonIt’s Wednesday? Awesome! Because I have a little teaser for you from Trickster: All In. In fact, it’s the very first scene. Don’t say I never give.

Enjoy, and make sure to hit the list after the teaser to see other great Mid Week Teases!

“Nice,” Mark Fellows said, sipping the tiny glass (and it was real glass, he noted, not some flimsy plastic cup) of champagne the smiling flight attendant had brought him before takeoff. “I could get used to flying business class.”

“Good, because I don’t fly coach,” Delaney Smith said. “Where I go, you go.”

“I knew there were hidden perks to being your mate.”

The coyote shifter narrowed his eyes. “You mean having a house big enough to display all your action figures, an indoor hot tub, a gaming setup that would have Wil Wheaton creaming, and hours of amazing sex aren’t enough?” he asked.

Mark waggled his free hand. “Meh.”

“Oh, really?” Delaney leaned closer until his lips brushed Mark’s ear. “Well, then, how about when we get to the hotel I make sure you’re naked, hard, and flat on your back thirty seconds after we walk into the room?” he whispered.

Soft as they were, the words seemed to go directly to Mark’s dick, making him rock hard in seconds. “Dammit–”

“You started it, babe. Speaking of that, I think I’ll start at the top and work my way down, biting and kissing every inch of skin I can find,” Delaney continued in a sweet, filthy murmur. “I plan on paying a great deal of attention to those pretty little nipples and that delicious dick of yours, mainly because I love the noises you make when I go down on you. I’ll even lick your balls just the way you like while I’m working a finger into you, getting you ready for my cock. And just when I’ve got you moaning my name and begging me to fuck you—“

Mark’s mouth had gone dry at the litany of delights awaiting him when they landed. “Yeah?”

He felt Delaney’s lips curve against his ear. “I’m going to finish the paperwork for the trade show.”

Mark shuddered. “You bastard,” he said, heartfelt.

“Other side of the coin, babe.” Still grinning, Delaney sat back in his seat, taking a sip of champagne. “This is a business trip, after all.”

“I know.” Grimacing, Mark tried to circumspectly adjust his trousers. He’d heard of WestTech before, of course, and was looking forward to attending the technology trade show. But he also wanted to spend some quality naked time with Delaney. The last month had been insane, what with the new security contracts being snapped up by Trickster Technologies, and between his own work load and Delaney’s he’d barely seen his boyfriend/boss/mate. “Never mind. It’s fine.”

He meant it, but Delaney glanced at him with a flicker of not-quite-concern. “Hey, it’s not going to be all work and no play,” the shifter said. “This is Vegas, after all.”

“I know. Seriously, don’t worry about it. I know we’ll get some time together.”

Delaney picked his hand up from the armrest and brushed lips across his knuckles. “Damn skippy we will. You’re not the only one with blue balls here, babe.”

Oddly, that made Mark feel better. “You can’t be hurting more than me. I’ve barely had enough time to take a leak, much less beat off.”

“You get to piss by yourself?” Whiskey brown eyes widened in surprise. “Man, some people get all the luck. I have to have Eileen come in and hold it for me while I’m on yet another frigging conference call.”

Mark imagined Delaney’s hypercompetent assistant briskly manipulating his junk into an empty water bottle while Delaney smooth-talked a client’s security department on speakerphone. “Be grateful she didn’t just stick a catheter in.”

Delaney shuddered. “Yii. Erection all gone. Thanks, babe.”

“I live to serve.”


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Mid Week Tease: Trickster: All In #MidWeekTease #MWTease

Mid Week Tease buttonIt’s Wednesday? Awesome! Because I have a little teaser for you from my new WIP, something I’m calling…Trickster: All In. Yes, it’s a sequel to Trickster, and yes it stars Delaney and Mark, but this scene focuses on another coyote shifter and how he kinda sorta cutes his way into his human mate’s tent during a rainstorm.

Enjoy, and make sure to hit the list after the teaser to see other great Mid Week Teases!

Finishing his toilette by flashlight, Simon finally stripped down to a t-shirt and underwear and slid into his sleeping bag. He didn’t bother zipping it up, preferring to keep one foot out to regulate his body temperature. The rain drummed down on the tent fabric overhead but nothing dripped in, which was all he could ask for, really.

No. What I could ask for is someone to share my sleeping bag with. He’d eyed the other campers earlier, knowing they were doing the same to him, but none of them seemed to click. He resigned himself to a quick fantasy about Carlos the tour guide and was sliding his hand under his briefs waistband when something scratched at the tent’s zippered entrance.

Simon yanked his hand free and sat up. No, it can’t be. I’m not that lucky.

“Who’s there?” he called.

Another quick scratch. He fumbled for the flashlight and clicked it on, pointing the beam at the tent flap. Now he could see the fabric bulge gently as someone or something poked at it.

If it was another camper, they’d say something, wouldn’t they? Or are they—is he—trying to be discreet?

Feeling a flicker of hope, Simon scrambled out of his bag and crawled to the tent flap. Yanking the zipper up, he peered into the night. “Carlos?”

A whine answered him. He moved the flashlight beam, catching a glimpse of bedraggled fur. The creature flinched from the light but stayed where it was.

Simon stared out at the—yes, it was a coyote. What the hell was it doing pawing at his tent? And now that he’d opened the damned flap why wasn’t it attacking? More to the point, why was he just kneeling there staring at it?

The coyote just stood there, drenched by the downpour. It cocked its head to the side and whimpered.

“Shoo!” Simon hissed, waving a hand at it. “Go away.”

It whimpered again, then shivered. It looked, in a word, pitiful.

Oh, no. No, you are not going to be an idiot and do what I think you’re going to do. That’s a wild animal and perfectly capable of taking care of itself. You are not going to open the damned flap even wider and—

He lurched back just in time to avoid being drenched as the coyote shimmied, dispersing the rain from its coat. Only then did it slink into the tent. He could have sworn that the damned animal sighed in relief. All right, so it’s a courteous coyote. You’re still an idiot.

It was a popular campground, he reasoned fiercely as he dug around for his discarded clothes. Campers probably fed the local wildlife all the time, semi-domesticating them. The coyote simply wanted to get in from out of the rain. It wouldn’t hurt him.

He hoped.

Pushing the discarded clothes into a rough oval shape, he reluctantly laid his spare towel over it. “There. That should keep you warm,” he muttered. “Just don’t bite me, all right?”

The coyote climbed into the nest, turning around a few times in canine fashion before settling down in a curl, nose tucked under a bottle brush tail. It sighed again, then relaxed. All right, then. It’s going to sleep, which is what you should be doing as well. I’m sure it’ll wake you up when it wants to go out in the morning. If it doesn’t rip your throat out in your sleep, that is.

Cautiously, Simon slid back into his sleeping bag and curled on his side, watching the coyote. Yes, definitely an idiot.

****

The rain was still pattering on the tent canvas when Simon woke with a warm body wrapped around him. It stirred and muttered something unintelligible, shifting against him.

Something hard and warm poked his thigh. Still mostly asleep, he ran his hand up and over a muscled flank, sliding inwards. The cock wasn’t overlong, but nicely thick and veiny from the feel of things. The man in his arms moaned as he teased the silky flesh, stroking it in a loose grip.

He was about to try shifting onto his side so that he could bring his own cock into play when the other man stiffened, jerking away. That woke him up fully, and Simon found himself staring at a stranger.

An absolutely adorable stranger, with green eyes, kissable lips, and tangled dark hair that made him look like a sleepy cherub if a cherub could have morning stubble. A stranger that he would have immediately gravitated to if he’d seen him on the bus. How in God’s name did I miss him?

“Oh,” Simon said, momentarily nonplussed. “Um…good morning?”

The man gaped at him, then did the most extraordinary thing. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath through his nose.

Green eyes popped open again, frantic. “Oh, God, I was right,” the man moaned. “Oh, shit!”

Simon didn’t think he smelled too badly. “Is there a problem?”

The man stared at him. “Is there a problem?” he croaked. “Is there a problem? Oh, Jesus Hashimoto Christ, this can’t be happening.”


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Happy Valentine’s Day/Trickster Release Day/Giveaway!

Let’s start off with the first section of that title — happy Valentine’s Day! No matter how you’re spending the day, remember that you — yes, YOU right there, and wipe that smear of chocolate off your lip, sweetie — are my Valentine.

Section the second — it’s Trickster release day! (Which was actually yesterday, but I had to delay this post in order to take receipt of an item for section three) Yes, my new M/M shifter erotic romance Trickster is now loose in the wild and available from Evernight, Amazon, All Romance eBooks and Bookstrand, to name but a few purveyors of fine erotica. It already has a Bestseller Silver Star on All Romance eBooks and cracked the Top 100 Genre Bestsellers on Amazon less than 24 hours after release, so I am one happy writer!

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And because I’m a happy writer, I want to give something back in return. From now until midnight on Sunday, I’m running a special Trickster release day giveaway. Belaurient Arts has been kind enough to create a custom bracelet for me, shown below; it combines polished river rock, natural mother of pearl, tiger’s eye and garnet beads into a tawny combination reminiscent of a coyote’s pelt. Finished with a solid bronze toggle clasp, it will go with anything from work outfits to a little black dress.

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For a chance to win the bracelet, all you have to do is leave a comment in the Comments section below with your email address and I’ll choose the winner on Sunday. Good luck!

Nic’s Sneak Peak: Trickster

I don’t do resolutions, but I do have some goals for 2014. One of them is to post more regularly here — book promos, yes, but also “slice of life” posts about what I’m doing, what weird things are going on in my life, and of course sneak peaks at my WIPs. I’m currently finishing up Two to Tango, but last night I found a shifter M/M short story on my desktop that I was trying to write for an anthology and couldn’t finish because, well,  it was in November and I was still suffering with The Plague. Upon re-reading the 2K I’d gotten done, I realized it would make a truly tasty Romance On the Go short and got stuck in. it’s now titled Trickster, I’m currently at 4200 words and I’m hoping to have it done and ready for submission by Sunday. And since I can’t wait that long, here’s a sneak peak at the opening to Trickster!


Delaney Smith knew he was screwed the moment that delectable, mouthwatering scent hit his shifter nose and kicked his libido into overdrive. It was bad enough to smell a mate in a human area like his office building. But to smell one while he was in the office and about to start interviews with potential employees? Fate obviously needed a laugh as much as anyone else, but damn, did he have to be the butt of the joke?

Growling softly, he slipped a hand under the table and ground the heel of his hand into his eagerly swelling cock. If he could, he’d slough off the interviews onto his partner Scott Devlin and hunt down the source of that amazing smell, the shifter who would become the other half of his heart. But no, Scott had to pick today to be in Austin for a meeting with a client, and their general manager Nola Moss was somewhere on the Caribbean on a freaking cruise of all things with her new mate. Which meant he was the only hiring manager currently in the Trickster Tech offices, and they desperately needed some temp programmers for their lucrative new contract with Lone Star Credit Union.

Whoever he is, I’ll find him later. I’ve got his scent, he can’t get away from me. While coyote shifters didn’t quite had the olfactory gifts of wolf and other canine shifters, they were still superb trackers, and there was no way he would ever forget that scent; sharp salt, the blood hint of iron, overlaid by the musk of clean, healthy male and some (thank God) mild deodorant and body wash that didn’t shrivel his nose hairs.

And then there was that luscious ribbon of mate pheromone that grabbed him by the dick and made him want to yip with glee. His balls ached, and the urge to shift and hunt down his mate produced a full body shiver. He took a deep breath through his mouth, but even cutting his nose out of the equation didn’t help. Now he could taste his mate.

Shit. Just start the damn interviews. Then I’m going to go find him.

Delaney stood up, grateful that the cut of his suit jacket covered his erection, and headed out to the foyer where Aimee the receptionist told him the first interviewee was waiting. A youngish man with fashionably nerdy glasses and a slightly too large suit perched on one of the upholstered chairs, obviously trying not to fidget with the portfolio in his hands. Plastering on a neutral smile, Delaney walked up to him, hand out for a shake.

And stopped as the mating scent smacked him hard in the nose. His cock didn’t just throb, it pulsed, so rigid that he could have pounded nails with it. Details from the human’s CV flowed through his mind; Mark Fellowes, 29, computer programmer with extensive experience in financial security protocols. Firmly at the top of Scott’s hiring list, to the point where he wanted to hire Fellowes if everything worked out after the contract. Also human as the day was long, according to the background check they ran; not a drop of shifter blood in any of his bloodlines.

And Delaney’s mate, according to his nose. Oh, fuck me with a chain saw.