Thursday, July 17, 2014

For Her Protection - PROMO Blitz By Amber A Bardan





For Her Protection - PROMO Blitz
By Amber A Bardan
Erotic Romance
Date Published: May 30, 2014

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You shouldn’t mix business with pleasure.

Yet pleasure seems to be the one and only thing on Charlize’s mind the moment Connor steamrolls into her life. Desperate to save her family company, prove she’s more than a pretty face and worthy of being CEO, pleasure is a distraction she can’t afford.

She doesn’t want a bodyguard, especially not one whose caveman heroics kick her libido into hyperdrive. But surrounded by enemies and an attacker on the loose, there’s only one man she can trust with her life.

Connor knows better than to get personal with clients. Yet there couldn’t be anything more personal about his feelings for Charlize. From the moment he clapped eyes on her he wanted nothing more than to throw her over his shoulder and really give her something to scream about. He’ll get his uptight she-cat to unwind, preferably one orgasm at a time.

With Connor in her office, her home, driving her to sweet, merciless distraction, there’s only so long Charlize can resist his sexy, dominant brand of protection




EXCERPT

They made use of her mostly empty living room for training, standing barefoot in the middle of the room. Charlize glanced at the hardwood floor.

“Wouldn’t this be safer on the rug?”
“We won’t be doing throws today,” he said and circled her, walked around her three times.
She refused to turn her head and follow him.

“Here’s how it’s going to work. I’m going to show you a dozen simple techniques. At the end I’m going to test you.”

She frowned. “Like a quiz?”

“No, like a challenge. We see what you’ve remembered. Get you to think on your feet, force you to think quickly and react fast.” He stopped in front of her. “If you pass the challenge, you win—and trust me, you want to win.”

Charlize folded her arms and tried not to look as if she caught the suggestion in his tone. “We’ve played this game before. If you want to prove you’re bigger, stronger and better at this Karate crap than I am, then I concede—you’re better.”

He grinned a devilish smile that reminded her just how quickly he could make her heart race. “This is a new game. All you have to do is prove you were paying attention. It’s not a contest, it’s a challenge—and the stakes are higher.”

She uncrossed her arms. “How high?”

“At the end of this I’m going to fuck you.” He slinked closer in his prowling-panther way of moving. “How I do that is up to you. Either you get to fight me off, put up your best resistance, or I own you and you do exactly as I say. If you win, you get to choose how it happens.”

Charlize took a breath then reminded herself to breathe out. Told her hands not to shake at her sides.

“But if you fail, I’ll take you how I want.”

How he wants? Her body rushed with adrenaline. Part of her wanted to lose just to see which option turned him on. She wanted him rough. As impolite as that might be, as much as it fell outside what she’d done before, she acknowledged the desire—but this was different. This was saying it out loud. This was conscious choice, deliberate. This was agreeing to some kind of kinky role-play. None of which she could bring herself to accept.

“How the fuck is there a win for me in that?”

He closed the distance, made her look up at him, made her breathe in the scent of his clean body. “Because it’s what you want, kitten. But you’ve got to admit it.”

Her tongue fumbled in her mouth, which had apparently found new saliva glands. The idea of fighting him off sounded hot all right, but she couldn’t do that. Not with memories of the parking lot so raw.

But if he wanted to challenge her, then he could be challenged too. With something equally as hot. “Instead of the fighting, the other option is you do as I say.”

“You want to bargain for that? Sounds less fun to me.” He stepped back and positioned himself two feet in front of her. “Let’s get started.” He ran her through exercise after exercise. Showed her the vulnerable places on the body to target, how to sneak a hit to the throat before an attacker saw it coming. How to break every kind of hold, but more importantly he showed her how to look around. How to stop the world from closing in and see the things around her, things she could use to protect herself.

Her muscles ached by the end but she knew she had this.

“You been paying attention, kitten?” Connor asked.

“Does it look as if I’ve fallen asleep?”

He grasped her wrists. “You mean like you did last night? You’re going to pay for that you know. I’m still aching.”

“Only if I fail,” she whispered and twisted her arms free. “So was that score one for me?”

He chuckled and laugh lines dimpled his cheeks. “Sure. Are you ready for the next one?”

She nodded and stepped from foot to foot. He had her ducking, twisting and even landing a hit to his “vulnerable” place. Not that he reacted—the bastard. She was ready to savor the sweetness of victory when he caught her from behind, twisted his fist in her hair.

Breath evaporated from her chest. Fear streaked through her limbs. The imagined smell of tobacco tingled in her nose.

“Breathe, baby,” he whispered and air rushed back into her lungs.

Charlize slammed her heel into his foot, her elbow into his stomach and twisted—breaking the grip on her hair. She dropped to the floor and rolled out of reach.

Connor pursued with his slow, confident swagger. “Congratulations, you did well. So what is it, baby? Am I yours to command?” He tucked up the legs of his sweatpants and crouched in front of her. “Or are you mine?”

About the Author: Amber A Bardan
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After spending years imagining fictional adventures, Amber finally found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her days as a graphic designer but her nights writing gritty, raw, erotic romance with heart.

She lives with her husband and children in semi-rural Australia, where if she peers outside at the right moment she might just see a kangaroo bounce by.

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Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Embracing My Submission by Jenna Jacob

Jenna Jacob
"Embracing My Submission"
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Haunted for years by dreams of a savage, amber eyed Dominant with lips so enticing my soul ached in frustration and lust. None of the Dominants at Genesis, my local BDSM club ever stirred me in such blistering ways. While I tried to fill my submissive desires vicariously through interactions at the club, I attempted to convince myself it was enough. But it wasn�t. My dream Dom made certain I hungered for more. 

Forced beyond what I could bear, my passion and frustration exploded. I threw in the towel, determined to stop chasing a dream and gave up completely on finding submissive surrender. But fate intervened when two gunshots split the night. Forced to confront my desires and insecurities, I was shocked to realize that my dreams may have held a deeper meaning. Were they compelling me to finally embrace my submission?

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Jenna Jacob is married and lives in Kansas. A lover of music, cooking, camping, and riding Harleys on the open country roads. When she was thirteen she began writing--and not on a stone tablet, as her youngest son often teases. There is always a plot bubbling inside her head that has to be written.
With four grown children, she finally has time to paint the pictures of her twisted mind with words. Outgoing with a sassy sense of humor, she's never once been accused of being shy. With nearly twenty years of experience in the dynamics of the BDSM lifestyle, she strives to portray Dominance and submission with a passionate and comprehensive voice.

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Monday, July 14, 2014

Simon by V.A. Dold ~Promo Tour & Giveaway~





NOTE: Complete novel. No cliffhanger. Dual POV. Rated 18+ for language and strong sexual content. 

Four years of honorably serving his country has left Simon, Cade’s younger brother, damaged and trapped in wolf form. Little did he know the only person with the ability to heal him completely would be found at home. Literally. Now that he’s found her, he is desperate to claim her. 

Rose is a beautiful, voluptuous woman with limited experience with men. Although she's confident, she still has reservations. Never having a family of her own, her fear of abandonment has her fleeing romantic relationships, and doubting herself. 

Travis is insane. A deadly loose cannon that a secret organization hired to destroy the Le Beau family by denying them their mates. Permanently. 

Simon’s dream will be lost forever unless he is able to maintain human form. 
Rose needs unconditional love and a mate to create the family she’s always wanted. 
Travis’s all-consuming drive is to take Rose for himself. 

Will Simon ever be whole again, able to claim his mate, giving Rose the love and family she so desperately craves? Or will Travis destroy them both?
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Excerpt 
She looked at him over her shoulder. His blue eyes seared her with heat. The intensity of his stare made her shiver. Lifting one hand, he laid his fingers against the blush of her cheek. Then he wrapped his arms around her from behind. He buried his nose in her hair and let his wolf rumble in satisfaction. “I’m ready to show you off at Julia’s whenever you are.”
“Let me check my face and hair. It’ll only take a minute.” She returned a few minutes later looking amazing.
Her hair was pulled back in a fashionable messy bun. A single strand was left loose to fall down the side of her face to the tip of her breast. He longed to follow that strand to its destination, scrape his teeth against her nipple and inhale her precious scent.
She was without a doubt the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen in his life. Rose placed her arms around his neck, and he relished how her warmth seeped into his body.
“I may have to change my mind, you look too good, and I’ll be forced to kill some idiot who tries to dance with you.”
She rolled her eyes at him and grabbed her purse. “Come on, Romeo, I’m ready for a boat ride and a turn around the dance floor.”
Simon held her hand as she got into the boat then jumped in and revved the motor. “I’ll go slow so I don’t mess up your gorgeous hair.” He winked.
She blew him a kiss and fluffed her hair dramatically.
Even going slow it only took twenty minutes to reach the pier serving the bar. He already heard the music and boisterous patrons. He cut the motor and helped her exit safely; boats weren’t designed for high heels.
Rose looked up and down the line of boat slips and shoreline. “Where’s her sign?”
“She doesn’t have one. We’d rather random humans didn’t wonder in. Mates are more than welcome, but the occasional human to happen upon the bar isn’t very well received.”
He led her to an open table. “I’ll get us drinks, would you like wine or a whiskey Coke?”
“A whiskey Coke sounds great.” Her eyes were bright with excitement as she checked out the crowd.
He squeezed into an open spot at the bar and waved over his cousin. “Julia! How are you, cher?”
“Oh, mon dieu! Simon, it’s so good to see you. I heard you found your mate.”
“I did.” He gestured to their table. “Rose is seated right there, stop over if you get a break.”
“Oh, elle est de toute beauté. You’re a lucky man, cuz.”
“Don’t I know it.” He grinned. “Can I get a Whiskey Coke and a beer?”
Oui.”
He turned his back to the bar to check on Rose. Simon’s breath caught as she unconsciously moistened her lip with the tip of her pink tongue. That mouth was made for sin, with its plush lower lip. He imagined her mouth doing wicked things to a certain part of his anatomy. Blood thrummed in his veins.  Simon turned to inconspicuously adjust himself, his faded jeans were suddenly way too tight. Her intoxicating scent of coffee and cinnamon rolls licked at his groin even from across the room. He wanted to rub himself all over her, saturating her with his scent whenever they were in public. His wolf wouldn’t be satisfied until they were mated.
Gazing at her across the room his blood surged, he imagined her naked on his bed, her thighs parted in invitation. He lowered his head and tasted her passion. Loving her long into the night, her excited cries entwining with his hoarse groans as they made the bed shudder and shake. He shook his head. He really needed to get control of his randy thoughts. This was date night and he would show her a good time away from his bed for once. Down boy, he snarled at his wolf. When he glanced at her again she was snickering and shaking her head at him. He must be imagining loudly.
“Here you go, no charge, and congratulations, Simon.” Julia rapped her knuckles on the bar top before she turned her attention to making another customer’s drink. She was very busy, so he left her to it. He’d barely taken his seat when the band took the stage for another set. He stood and held his hand out to Rose. “May I have this dance?”
“Why, yes, you may,” she said playing along.
Simon held her close enough to see the sparkles in her blue eyes. He loved the way her gaze lit up when she was happy. But his wolf itched to see her eyes dazed with passion as he made love to her, and then sated and sleepy afterwards. For now holding her on the dance floor would do. Rose’s intoxicating fragrance surrounded him, teasing his senses. He was in heaven.
He cupped her cheek with a large, warm palm. “I’m so happy you moved into our house, Rose. Having you in my arms makes me the luckiest man in the world.” The moment she agreed to move to his house he’d called it their home. His glowing blue eyes regarded her with a tenderness that made her breath hitch.
She tightened her arms around his neck, urging his face closer to hers. “I didn’t want to go back to Anna’s, to an empty bed anymore,” she told him. “If you really plan to have me as your mate, it only made sense.”
“Just say the word and I’m yours completely. Forever.” He smiled, then dipped his head, kissed her deeply and nuzzled her.


V.A.  Dold is the bestselling author of the Le Beau Brothers series, New Orleans wolf shifter novels. A graduate of Saint Cloud University, she majored in marketing. Prior to becoming a full time writer, she was a publicist to the authors, owning Innovative Online Book Tours and ARC Author & Reader Con's (ARC NOLA) (ARC Phoenix). Still is. The companies mesh so well together, much like PB&J.
Her idea of absolute heaven is a day in the French Quarter filled with nothing but her computer, her coffee mug and the Brothers, of course.
A Minnesota native with her heart lost to Louisiana, she has a penchant for titillating tales featuring sexy men and strong women. When she's not writing, she's probably taking in a movie, reading or traveling.
Her earliest reading memories are from grade school. She had a major fixation with horses, and the Black Stallion was a favorite. Then junior high came along and teenage hormones kicked in. It became all about the Harlequin Romances. She has been hooked on romances ever since. 


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Monday, June 16, 2014

If I Were You By Lisa Renee Jones *OMG!!!!!*



If I Were You ....
Synopsis:
How it all started…
One day I was a high school teacher on summer break, leading a relatively uneventful but happy life. Or so I told myself. Later, I’d question that, as I would question pretty much everything I knew about me, my relationships, and my desires. It all began when my neighbor thrust a key to a storage unit at me. She’d bought it to make extra money after watching some storage auction show. Now she was on her way to the airport to elope with a man she barely knew, and she needed me to clear out the unit before the lease expired.

Soon, I was standing inside a small room that held the intimate details of another woman’s life, feeling uncomfortable, as if I was invading her privacy. Why had she let these items so neatly packed, possessions that she clearly cared about deeply, be lost at an auction? Driven to find out by some unnamed force, I began to dig, to discover this woman’s life, and yes, read her journals—-dark, erotic journals that I had no business reading. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. I read on obsessively, living out fantasies through her words that I’d never dare experience on my own, compelled by the three men in her life, none of whom had names. I read onward until the last terrifying dark entry left me certain that something had happened to this woman. I had to find her and be sure she was okay.

Before long, I was taking her job for the summer at the art gallery, living her life, and she was nowhere to be found. I was becoming someone I didn’t know. I was becoming her.

The dark, passion it becomes…

Now, I am working at a prestigious gallery, where I have always dreamed of being, and I’ve been delivered to the doorstep of several men, all of which I envision as one I’ve read about in the journal. But there is one man that will call to me, that will awaken me in ways I never believed possible. That man is the ruggedly sexy artist, Chris Merit, who wants to paint me. He is rich and famous, and dark in ways I shouldn’t find intriguing, but I do. I so do. I don’t understand why his dark side appeals to me, but the attraction between us is rich with velvety promises of satisfaction. Chris is dark, and so are his desires, but I cannot turn away. He is damaged beneath his confident good looks and need for control, and in some way, I feel he needs me. I need him.

All I know for certain is that he knows me like I don’t even know me, and he says I know him. Still, I keep asking myself — do I know him? Did he know her, the journal writer, and where is she? And why doesn’t it seem to matter anymore? There is just him and me, and the burn for more.

My Opinion:
Chick is missing...Maybe....at least according to her journals found in her unpaid storage unit...school teacher assumes life of "missing" chick...what could go wrong.....LOL

So....I'm on a total emotional roller coaster and right now we've stop at the very top of the giant hill......but DAMN IT the book ended before the ride!!!!!

I soooo what to know where the heck is Rebecca ( did she run off or is she dead) and I'm I the only one that finds it odd that Ella is missing in action???

I'm in love with the chaos of this story...Is it Chris or is it Mark....or damn it I bet it's both of them.....I'm so freaking lost...
It such a turmoil of twists I think it's the one, but then something gets thrown in to change my mind. They're both playing mind games I just have to figure out who's game to checkmate!!! 
I really like Chris. I would have most likely have done him too, rich, hot, famous artist.....oh yeah...I so would have been up against that window in a heartbeat!!!! 

Still that man is hiding something major!!! Even though he showed Sara Mark's dirty secret...I still say he is hiding something.

Sara...Sara...Sara...I like her, but sometimes I really wonder about her. At first, I was really confused by her need to find Rebecca. I mean WTF, people buy storage lockers to sell people's stuff...not to return it to the people it belonged to. However, those journals were rather HOT!!! OMG!!! Poor little innocent school teacher needs to get out more.....LOL 

Then she puts herself in Rebecca's life...Man I'm wondering how exactly she thinks this is gonna end for her...As she put it Chris and Mark are already having a who's Sword is bigger war....

Mark, is a piece of work. My thoughts are out on him. I know he is totally hiding a HELL of a lot. I just don't know if he's the one behind it all or not. I do know he's not well liked, but he tries so hard to be a protecting boss...over tries.

As Sara digs deeper into Rebecca, she's totally finding herself in the process. Which makes for an AWESOME read. It's like watching a rose bud blossom....but the thorns are catching her...
I can't wait to see who was the cause of the popping noises and the footsteps in the next book....the wait is gonna kill me...


Serious You all HAVE to read this..... TRUST ME!!!
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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly 
acclaimed INSIDE OUT SERIES, and is now in development by Suzanne Todd (Alice in 
Wonderland, Austin Powers, Must Love Dogs) for cable TV. In addition, her Tall, Dark and 
Deadly series and The Secret Life of Amy Bensen series, both spent several months on a 
combination of the NY Times and USA Today lists. 
Since beginning her publishing career in 2007, Lisa has published more than 40 books translated 
around the world. Booklist says that Jones suspense truly sizzles with an energy similar to FBI 
tales with a paranormal twist by Julie Garwood or Suzanne Brockmann. 
Prior to publishing, Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by 
The Austin Business Journal and also praised by Dallas Women Magazine. In 1998 LRJ was listed 
as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine. 
Lisa loves to hear from her readers. You can reach her at www.lisareneejones.com and she is 
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Friday, June 13, 2014

Gray's Domain by Eva Pohler *Blog Tour &Giveaway*


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After enduring Dr. Hortense Gray’s experimental therapy on an island off the coast of California at a compound known as The Purgatorium, seventeen-year-old Daphne is delighted to learn she will now have a chance to have revenge on her parents and boyfriend by participating in their therapy. It’s payback time, and Daphne can’t wait to begin.
Dr. Gray defends her experimental methods by claiming that all treatments come with risks, but when real bullets fly and lives are at stake, Daphne decides she wants no part of it and hatches a plan to save her family.
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Seventeen year-old Daphne Janus is floored when her parents agree to let her accompany her best friend to a getaway resort on an island off the coast of California. She doesn't know her parents have sent her to the Purgatorium as a last-ditch effort to save their child.
Her best friend and life-long neighbor takes her to a mostly uninhabited island with a wildlife preserve on one side and Chumash Indian ruins on the “haunted” side. The resort might be beautiful, the beach pristine, and the views from the headland amazing, but strange things begin to happen that soon have Daphne running for her life. At first she finds the therapeutic games thrilling: the ghosts that visit her room, the dropping elevator, and the kayak incident are actually kind of fun once she recovers from them. But when her horse bucks her off during a trail ride and she becomes lost on the haunted side of the island, it’s not fun anymore, and she wonders if her parents have sent her there to help her or to punish her.
 


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Cry Wolf By Karen Fuller


Cry Wolf  By Karen Fuller
 Amanda Archer is on the fast track to success. At twenty-five she has just about everything she’s ever wanted. She has complete control of her life…until she meets Marco. 


Marco De Lucia is a very influential man. Handsome, rich, and very powerful. Marco has a secret that few know about and live to tell it. He’s a wolf. 

From the moment Marco steps into Amanda’s life everything spins out of her control. Marco tells her about fate, destiny and her obligations. She was born to be his... 

Marco has waited three hundred years to finally find Amanda and fulfill their destiny. He knows who she is...he just has to convince her of that. 

There are others that aren’t too excited that Marco’s found his mate. Others that will stop at nothing to make sure the prophecy isn’t fulfilled...


 My OPINION
I don't know where I stand on this book...it's like a full course meal. I honestly didn't come away hungry after reading it....I kinda wanted to see what else this author could do...LOL

Amanda, is the that girl who's working, dating a loser (doesn't know it yet) , and has a secret hidden inside, which is also hidden from her. She's a rather fun character...at first I thought she was going to be this shy, stand off-ish prude, man was I wrong!!! One bottle of 200 year old "wine" from the new boss and that notion was thrown out the window.
Her character turned out to be a strong, very sexual, vixen, that I personally enjoyed. However, I don't think Charlie enjoyed her very much...such an A$$hole anyway...I honestly think he got what he deserved!!!
But, hey we all can't be mated to a very hot Marco...can we now!?!?!?!?!

Now on to my favorite character....Marco!!!!
Wholly Boogers!!!! Could an author create a better wolf for me to drool over????????
Thank You SO MUCH!!!!
He is the poster of old world  charm....a walking sex-pot....and he soooooo lives up to his "Dreamy" status.
I love how he fulfills the prophecy, although rather sneaky in some ways....down right sexy as hell!!
I guess when you know your mate, you'd do anything and everything to get them.......

As the story progresses the scenes between our two mates get more intense. Just when you think you're almost done with your main course of your reading meal....this author blows your minds with a twist right out of Germany......One that throws our little mates in turmoil......and we haven't even got to dessert.
Let me tell you the ending of this book is NOTHING like you would think....
I personally would have his A$$ if he told me something like that....I mean what the heck really less than 5 weeks????? Wholly Boogers!!!!!
Well Done Ms. Fuller....Feel Free to set me up with any of your heroes.....I mean if they give as good as this one....I'm game!!!!
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Amanda stood outside Mr. De Lucia’s closed door, trying to put her thoughts together. “Entri Benvenuto, Amanda, si prega di avere un posto a sedere.” Amanda felt a moment of panic. “Huh?” she managed to squeak. “Uh, I mean pardon me?” She heard him chuckle softly through the closed door, and the sound reminded her of the man in her dream. The memory sent goosebumps up her arm. “I said ‘Come in. Welcome, Amanda, please have a seat.’” Maybe it wasn’t a dream, she thought. That voice is the same. But that’s impossible...or is it? What do I do now? “What do you do? You do as you’re instructed, tesoro. Entri now, per favore...please.” Did he just hear my thoughts? “I am not accustomed to repeating myself, tesoro.” “Yes, sir,” she said as she twisted the knob and pushed the door open. “I’m sorry. I haven’t been myself today. It’s been a weird two days actually. I—” Her train of thought fled as her gaze now rested on the elusive Mr. De Lucia.  The eyes, they are the same eyes in my dream, but how? Forget the eyes, and don’t be stupid, Amanda. You need to look at the total picture. Stacey wasn’t exaggerating, she thought. The man’s gorgeous. He smiled as if he heard her thoughts, flashing perfectly straight white teeth, and she felt her heart flutter. His features were classic Italian…firm jaw, straight nose, well defined lips, black wavy hair framed his face, and he sported a slight five o’clock shadow. As he stood, he held out his hand to her. The man was tall, well over six feet as Stacey had said. The dark grey Armani suit fit well and accentuated his muscles. Her gaze caught a glint of gold from his left hand pinkie finger. The ring was a snarling wolf with rubies for eyes. “Do I measure up?” Startled, she only half heard what he said. “I’m sorry, what?” Her gaze met his. “You are staring. Do I measure up, tesoro?” She felt the heat rise to her cheeks. “I’m sorry, that was rude of me,” she said as she reached for his outstretched hand. “I’m not normally this flustered…it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. De Lucia.” “Marco,” he said as his hand enveloped her smaller one. His touch sent sensations up her arm, causing her eyes to widen. “Think nothing of it. It is nice to be regarded so well by a bella donna. Please, be seated.” He let go of her hand and leaned on the edge of his desk while she sat in the chair. He crossed his arms over his chest and regarded her. “I trust you’re feeling better?” “Feeling better?” “You missed work yesterday.” “Oh, that.” She looked away. “I wasn’t sick…I can’t really explain it.” “Do you make a habit of missing work?” She looked back to him sharply, emitting a low growl. “Certainly not!” He laughed softly. “Good, good!” he said as he clapped his hands together once. “You do have some spirit after all. You’re not the timid mouse you just portrayed yourself to be.” Amanda blinked in shock. “But…but I just growled at you. I’m sorry, I…I don’t know what came over me.” Marco pushed away from the desk, then took her hands in his. “Do not apologize for being yourself il mio amore. You hide your passion, deep within yourself, but I can see it there, the alfa lupo, begging to surface. I can sense her calling to mine. Do not be afraid to be yourself around me. Eravamo fatti per stare insieme, il mio amore.” “I don’t speak Italian, Marco, so I don’t understand. What is an alfa lu—?”
He squeezed her hands, then let go and leaned back against the desk. “Alfa lupo is alpha wolf.” Alpha wolf, what in the hell is that supposed to mean? And what does he mean, mine calls to his? He smiled again as if he heard her thoughts. Did he just read my thoughts? The smile broadened. She narrowed her eyes and slammed her hand down on the arm of the chair. “Tell me what that last sentence you just said means.” “Eravamo fatti per stare insieme, il mio amore?” She nodded. “It translates to ‘we were meant to be together, my love.’” She stood, then started backing toward the door. “And tesoro?” “Sweetheart.” Amanda’s back slammed against the door as her fingers fumbled for the doorknob. “This, this is sexual harassment. There are laws against this kind of behavior in a workplace.” “Human laws do not concern me, tesoro.” He took a step toward her and she plastered herself further against the door. “And they shouldn’t concern you either, il mio amore.”  “You talk like you’re not human.” When he nodded her eyes bugged. “You’re implying that you’re not human?” “No, we are not.” “We?” She swallowed hard. “You and I….” She shook her head frantically. “I am not a human.” He reached up and ran his knuckles gently across her cheek. “Neither are you, il mio amore.” “If you’re not human, then what are you?” Her voice was barely a whisper. “We are lupo, wolf.” Amanda felt light headed and swayed on her feet. Marco pulled her into his arms and rubbed his cheek against hers. “Tu sei la mia anima gemella, Amanda. Ho aspettato 300 anni per la vostra nascita.” He sighed. “Scusi. In English. You are my soul mate, and I have waited three hundred years for your birth.” Amanda pushed away, then sat back down hard in the chair. “You are crazy. I am not a wolf and neither are you. Werewolves are myths, stories told to frighten children and the weak minded.” Marco flashed her a another smile. “Stories like this?” His soft brown eyes changed shape, turning golden and emanating a soft glow. Her own eyes saucered as she cringed in the chair. “This isn’t possible.” The smile left his face as he leaned forward and gripped her shoulders, his eyes now normal. “Never cower away from me.” His tone was forceful and commanding, then softened. “I will not hurt you, and I never meant to frighten you. You just needed a little convincing. Most all myths are based on truths, and this one is very true. We are lupo, il mio amore.” She took a quivering breath. “I am not a wolf and you…I don’t know what you—” “Liar!” he yelled as his grip tightened on her shoulders. She grit her teeth, emitting a low growl. “I. Do. Not. Lie!” Marco yanked her out of the chair, then turned her to face the mirror, forcing her to look at herself. “Look at your reflection, Amanda. See what I see when you are angry.” Amanda’s mouth dropped open as she gazed at her reflection. “You see, il mio amore? Look at your eyes.” She reached up and touched her face and then the mirror, her anger turning to disbelief as tears pooled on her bottom lashes. Her eyes glowed like his. “In the beginning, anger will be your trigger for the change. Your hormones will be raging and you will anger very easily. This will pass, and you will learn to control it.” “I…I don’t understand what’s happening to me.” Her voice broke. “This…this is not normal.” Her gaze met his in the reflection. “Last night I was eating raw meat and hearing
things I couldn’t possibly be hearing. This morning I nearly attacked a co-worker over something stupid, and now this.” The tears spilled from her lashes to course down her face, then her bottom lip quivered. “You’re obviously behind all this. What have you done to me? I’m a freak.” Marco gently turned her to face him, cupping her face in the palms of his hands, gazing intently into her eyes. “What have I done to you?” She swallowed hard, then nodded. “I have done nothing but awaken your inner wolf. She has always been there just below the surface…impatiently waiting.” “She?” He nodded. “What is ‘she’ waiting for?” The corners of his mouth turned up in a slight smile as he answered. “She was waiting to be claimed by me.” Amanda caught her breath. “Was?” “We are a proud and superior race, Amanda.” His thumb slid across her cheek, brushing away a tear. “Be proud of who you are. You are not a freak, you are my miracle, il mio compagno.”  “You didn’t answer my question.” “You are mine, Amanda. You bear my mark.” He moved her open collar aside and brushed the marks on her shoulder with his fingertips. Her brow furrowed as she strained to see. She pushed away from him and turned to the mirror, baring her shoulder fully, and glared at the marks in the mirror. “No other would dare touch you.” Amanda lifted her hands and wiped the remaining tears from her cheeks. Her eyes narrowed as she scowled at him in the mirror’s reflection, her jaw set, her upper lip curled back in a snarl. He threw his head back and laughed. “Tu sei magnifico, il mio amore. Tale fuoco e bellezza.” (You are magnificient, my love. Such fire and beauty.) She balled her fists and whirled around to face him. “I’ll show you a firey beauty!” He stopped laughing and regarded her statement, a slight smirk still remaining. “So, you understood what I said?” “Sì,” she seethed as she reared back her fist and punched him in the nose. Marco’s eyes widened in surprise as he brought his hand up to cover his nose.  “Arrogante bastardo!” she spat as she brought her fist up again to strike. His open palm caught her fist, and he wrenched her hand behind her back, bringing her chest up to his. Her chest heaved against his body as she struggled to free herself. “Let me go, Marco, or I swear to God I will hurt you. I can see for myself that you bleed as any other man.” Even as she spoke the words the blood faded. He brought his other hand up and brushed the hair from her eyes. “You cannot hurt me, my little alfa lupo. We are mates. It is in our genes that a mate cannot hurt the other.” Her mouth dropped open. He smiled. “You see, between mates the sex can get a little...rough.” He shrugged. “Our genetics protect us from unintentional harm from the other.” “How about intentional harm?” she growled as her knee connected with his groin.  He let go of her hand, but didn’t double over as she had expected. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and drew her body fully to his. She brought her hands up to push against his chest. “That hurt,” he said, his lips a hair’s-breadth from hers. She grinned. “Good. I meant for it to hurt. Now let me go.” Marco quirked an eyebrow, then brought a hand down to cup her ass and brought her hips firmly against his erection. “No.” The smile dropped from Amanda’s face as her brow furrowed in disbelief. “That’s impossible. I just kneed you there. There is no way—”
His lips covered hers, taking her by surprise and halting her protest in mid-sentence. Amanda’s body betrayed her turbulent thoughts by clutching him to her, relaxing further in his arms as his tongue slipped past her parted lips to dance frantically with hers. The kiss was electrifying, setting her body on fire as she kissed him back. A yearning settled deep in her core. A low moan escaped the back of her throat when Marco deepened the kiss and pushed her back up against the wall, wedging his leg between hers. He lifted her leg, draping it around his hip, and rocked into her. She tore her mouth from his and stared into his eyes as she lifted her other leg and locked them both around his hips. She breathed in deeply and felt her canine teeth elongate as his scent overwhelmed her. Placing her nose in the crook of his neck, she inhaled again. “You smell like ambrosia.” Her voice sounded foreign to her ears.  “You smell the same to me.” She nodded as his lips grazed her neck. “It is the way between mates.” Tilting her head, she allowed him better access. “Soon you will sense me even though you cannot see me.” “Intoxicating…I feel so strange…I want to taste….” Amanda closed her eyes and ran her tongue from his collarbone to nip his neck just below his earlobe. “Mmmmm.” He tasted as good as he smelled. The urge to bite was almost overwhelming as she felt his cock swell more, and he rocked into her again.  “Keep that up, il mio amore, and you won’t be leaving my office anytime soon.” Her eyes flew open and locked with his. “I would love nothing better than to tear the clothes from your luscious body and pleasure us both until we are both sated...but?” Amanda dropped her legs and looked away. “Oh, God. What am I doing?” She pushed away from him and took a step toward the door, making an effort to hurriedly tuck in her blouse. “I’ve got to go…this can’t happen again.” Marco gripped her shoulders from behind, stopping her in her tracks, and nipped at her neck. She closed her eyes and shivered. “This will happen again, il mio amore. Count on it. You are mine. Next time?” “Marco, there can’t be a next time.” “Next time I will lay you over my desk and feast upon that luscious body of yours.” She shivered again. “And I will not stop until you’ve screamed my name at least a dozen times and we’ve both had our fill.”


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