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Angelique had no idea her black panther tattoo would force her to
abandon the love of her life—Connor O’Reilly—but she’s determined to
keep him safe no matter how much it hurts. Her tattoo doubles as her
feline familiar: loving, protective, dangerous, and with a life of its
own. It’s also her deepest secret and draws enemies who desire its power
for themselves.
Connor
has no idea why Angelique left him, but he’s determined to win her
back. As a werewolf, he has secrets of his own. Now his alpha is ready
to force him to pair with an ex-girlfriend he can’t stand unless he can
find Angelique and claim her as his mate. But even as their secrets
threaten to keep them apart, hidden enemies seek to destroy their chance
at love forever.
Excerpt:
Angelique wrapped her arms around his neck, sinking into the warm
sensation that being around Connor stirred inside her. She froze,
knowing this might not be what was best for her, but with him being
here—so close, and apparently so ready too—she didn’t know if she had it
in her to turn him away.
Connor pulled back a little, concern darkening his eyes. “Tell me if you don’t want this.”
She
opened her mouth to refuse him, to distance herself, but the words
wouldn’t come. What was the problem with giving in? She leaned forward,
pushing her fingers into his dark blond hair. Her lips met his, and he
groaned.
He
gripped her hips, tugging her forward on the counter, pressing her
close to him. Close enough to feel his hard cock hiding beneath his suit
pants. They’d never gone this far before in their relationship. She
hadn’t let him get close because of Kira, but Kira wasn’t a problem
right now.
Angelique
smiled against his lips and pushed off Connor’s suit jacket, letting it
fall to the kitchen floor. He stepped back a little, grabbing for her
jacket. She let him unzip it and toss it to the floor next to his. His
hands brushed over her torso from just under her breasts, over her
stomach, and down to the hem of her undershirt. She sucked in a breath
as his warm hands met her skin.
He
slowly slid the top up and watched her face. She should stop him, but
she didn’t want to. Sharing this with him, regardless of what came
after, would be a delicious birthday present.
She
lifted her arms, and he slipped the shirt over her head, revealing her
bare chest. She’d been at home for the night and hadn’t worn a bra.
His
eyes burned with lust, and she noticed a tick in his jaw as if he were
struggling to control himself. He didn’t need to think she was made of
glass. This wasn’t her first time.
She
tugged his shirt out of his pants and worked the buttons from the
holes. Underneath the silk was a finely chiseled chest. His workout
regime must be relentless.
Connor chuckled, and she glanced up at him, cocking an eyebrow. “What?”
“That look on your face. You’re almost drooling.” He smirked. “I like that.”
“I
am not.” Angelique shoved against his chest, but he didn’t budge an
inch. His muscular pecs beckoned her. She slid her hands over that hot
expanse of skin toward his belt. Her lips pressed against his chest, and
she trailed kisses over it.
Connor’s
chuckle faded and turned into a groan. He planted his hands on the
counter beside her knees, staying there and not moving away from her
lips. “I want you, Angel.” His husky voice was a near whisper.
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2 comments:
Thank you for having me here today! :-)
I love finding new authors and books to read. Thanks for the excerpt.
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