Melody's love life is in a bit of a dry spell...for
the last two years. Content tracking down archaeological evidence of werewolf
packs, she spends her time wearing wellingtons and covered in mud rather than
looking for a date. Knowing her worried brother isn’t above arranging a
kidnapping to get her to go on a date, she agrees to a match with 1Night Stand,
figuring Madame Eve has to be a better matchmaker than her beloved brother.
Money, fame, looks—rock star and werewolf Aaron Rixx
has it all, except the one thing that truly matters...love. Yearning for a
woman to see him for who he is, he lets Madame Eve make all the arrangements.
No matter where he goes, as the lead singer of the world famous band, Lyric
Hounds, he's always recognized...so all he expects is a night of hot sex and a
quiet weekend with his music.
He never anticipates Madame Eve might find the one
woman on the planet who doesn't recognise him on sight...or the one he and his
wolf identify instantly as their mate. Will one night be enough for him to
convince Melody she's his forever?
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About
The Author:
Mina was born and raised in the East Farthing of Middle Earth (otherwise known as the Midlands, England) and spend her childhood learning all the sorts of things generally required of a professional adventurer. Able to ride, box, shoot, make and read maps, make chainmail and use a broadsword (with varying degrees of efficiency) she was disgusted to find that adventuring is not considered a suitable occupation these days.
So, instead of slaying dragons and hunting vampires and the like, Mina spends her days writing about hot shifters, government conspiracies and vampire lords with more than their fair share of RAWR. Turns out wanna-be adventurers have quite the turn of imagination after all...
(But she keeps that sword sharp, just in case the writing career is just a dream and she really *is* an adventurer.)
Website: http://mina-carter.com/
Email:
mina@mina-carter.com
Twitter: @minacarter
Excerpt:
Darkness
had begun to fall, which meant her date had been cooling his heels for almost
an hour….
Rixx.
Why did that name seem familiar? The thought slid away as she headed to the
double doors and threw them open.
The
warm evening air whispered over her skin like a lover’s caress. The thought
brought her back to sex again, and heat spread over her cheeks. Schooling her
emotions, she fought the instinct to turn and run, to hide in her room under
the duvet until morning, rather than have sex with a stranger. After all,
that’s what the night was all about, wasn’t it? A one-night stand. But she had
to admit, she was well overdue for some action between the sheets.
Her
heels clicked on the flagstones, and she whistled a low note between her teeth
as the balcony widened into a large seating area. Holy crap, is that a hot tub?
There
wasn’t time to gawp. A figure detached itself from the shadows by one of the huge
gargoyles dotting the wall. She hadn’t done more than glance at the profile of
her date, preferring to make her own decision on the guy when she met him. Any
report she read, even the briefest profile, could taint that first meeting.
But, even if she had had an idea of the man she’d come there to meet, of what
to expect, he certainly wasn’t it.
Her jaw dropped as the moon broke overhead and she got her first good look at
him.
He
appeared to have stepped right from the glossy pages of Rock’n’Roll magazine. Tall and wiry, he had long black hair loose
about his shoulders, and his unbuttoned shirt revealed a toned chest and a ripped
six pack. Black pants rode low on his hips, far enough that one slip would
reveal where the dark line of hair down the centre of his hard stomach led. The
tattoos scrawled over his skin, heavy silver rings, bracelets and a large skull
belt buckle completed the macho bad boy look. Almost…. She blinked, leaned
closer and frowned.
“Are
you wearing eyeliner?”
As
soon as the words were out of her mouth, she wanted to take them back. He
turned his head to flick the hair over his shoulder, and the light caught his
eyes, the telltale shimmer clueing her in.
Her
date not only channelled enough inner bad boy for a whole fricking town full of
boys, but he was a werewolf to boot. Wait—did that make him a bad boy or a bad dog?
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