My friend Cynthia Eden has a new release! To celebrate I’m giving away a copy of her book, NEVER CRY WOLF! To enter, see below.
Running With A Dangerous Crowd
Lucas Simone is not the kind of guy you mess with. He’s big, he’s strong, and his eyes hint at a wilder side most women can’t handle. Of course, that’s because his predatory instincts are no metaphor—he’s a genuine Grade-A top-quality werewolf, tough enough to fight his way to dominance over the scariest pack on the West Coast. There’s only one chink in his armor. Unlike most alpha dogs, Lucas has a reputation for protecting the weak and innocent.
Sarah King is counting on that protective impulse—it’s the only thing standing between her and certain death. There are only two problems: one, she’s not quite as innocent as she’d like Lucas to believe. And two, if he doesn’t stop stoking Sarah’s animal lust, it’s only a matter of time before her own wild side gets unleashed. . .
“A fast-paced, sexy thrill ride you won’t want to miss. . .It hooked me from the first page.” —Christine Feehan on Eternal Hunter
“A wickedly unique voice in paranormal romance!” —Larissa Ione
~~Unedited Excerpt from NEVER CRY WOLF (Kensington Brava, July 2011)~~
Lucas Simone definitely wouldn’t classify as handsome, but Sarah really wasn’t the type to be swayed by a pretty face.
She was much more the I-need-a-freaking-badass-to-save-my-ass right then type.
“I should explain…” She began, clearing her throat.
“Yeah, you should.” An order.
Her eyes narrowed. “Uh, I think it’s important to note that I saved your hide back there.” Very, very important to note. In fact, she was wagering on the old wolf pack code to help her out. The I-Scratch-Your-Back, You-Protect-Mine code.
He grunted. “I didn’t need saving, babe.”
“Yes, you did.” The wolf would still be caged if it hadn’t been for her—and the folks she’d bribed. Using the last of my cash.
She needed shelter. Her growling stomach reminded her that she also needed food.
And she desperately needed some serious muscle.
Her gaze dropped down to his chest.
“We haven’t had sex, lover.” He drew the last out, more like a growl instead of a word.
Sarah couldn’t help it, she flushed. She felt her face heat and knew she had to be beat red. The curse of her fair skin. She always blushed too fast. “You were in jail. They were penning a murder rap on you.” Facts that really shouldn’t have to be pointed out to the ungrateful wolf. Come on. Where was her thank you?
“I remember every woman I’ve had sex with,” he continued as if she hadn’t spoken. His eyes, hooded, swept over her, making her cheeks burn all the more. She’d dressed, deliberately provocative, before going down to the station. Her red blouse plunged to reveal the swell of her breasts. The short, black skirt revealed a long expanse of leg. Her sandals were small, curved, and designed more to be sexy than serviceable.
He whistled slowly. “I don’t remember you.”
Right, and she didn’t buy for a minute that the guy remembered every woman he’d—
“Some women like to take things slow. They like to kiss, they like to stroke. Others like to strip, to fuck, as fast as possible.” A pause as his eyes rose back to hers. “They like it rough because they like the rush of being with a monster.”
She swallowed and took a quick step back, unable to help herself because Lucas looked very, very threatening.
“Are you one of those women?” He moved forward, closing that distance. His hand lifted and traced her cheek. “Do you like the thrill of walking on the wild side?”
Doesn’t that sound awesome? To enter to win this fab book (your choice of ebook or print), tell me…how do you walk on the wild side?