Can he have the house, the dog and the lover of his dreams or will it all fall apart right before his eyes?
The one Carson never thought he’d see again could be the one to save his life.
Carson never expected to see his dog or a man from his past ever again. His ex took Dragon when he left, then carelessly lost the dog. Dragon’s been found and in the last place Carson expected to find him—a vet’s office.
But, the surprises just keep coming.
Carson hasn’t seen Alec since school, but the feelings he had for the man haven’t abated. When he’s reunited with Alec at the veterinary office, Carson’s got to face his feelings.
Includes scenes of spanking, oral sex, anal sex and male-male sex. This book has been re-edited and re-issued in this edition.
“I never got a chance to give you his rundown.” Alec grinned. “Since the waiting room is empty, I’ll just tell you now. No worms, no fleas, but I’d give him a bath. The weight loss helped but I’d also suggest getting Dragon on a tooth brushing regimen. He’s been eating things he probably shouldn’t that did a number on his gums. I ran a heartworm test which was negative and I’ve given him a pill for this month. When you come in next we’ll set you up right. Call, okay?” He winked and walked back into the closest exam room.
We’ll set me up? Call? He wanted me to call him? I hadn’t heard those terms in such a long time. Maybe my assumption more than fifteen years before had been more on the money than I thought. I shrugged him off back then. I could be over-thinking. Again.
I looked down at Dragon, who was sprawled on his side on the floor. He gazed up at me with his droopy eyes and his tongue sticking out of his mouth. At least I had him back. What I’d do about my overzealous crush on the vet and his advances, well I hadn’t figured that out yet. I stress yet.
The door creaked, causing her to open her eyes. The moment she caught sight of the man, her anger toward Master G evaporated. Long legs encased in tight-fitting leather. Muscle-corded arms with just a hint of hair sprinkling on the surface. He wore the standard leather-and-studs harness, which accentuated his broad chest. His boots padded on the thick carpeted floor as he stalked towards her. A shiver ran up her spine. She liked men who looked like they could take charge. She’d asked for a man just like him when she signed up for sessions at The Q—someone to make her forget the stress at work and to take the control from her hands.
He fit her bill. Like to a T.
Nadia forced her gaze to the floor. He deserved respect, no matter who the hell he was.
“So you’re mine?” He curled his fingers under her chin, forcing her to look at him. “My name is Master S. I’m told your name is Pet. Correct?” He removed the gag. “I do want you to answer me.”
The corner of his mouth twitched. She noticed the dusting of scruff on his cheeks. What would that feel like on her inner thighs? Heaven, most likely. Master S pulled at the bow between her breasts. Slowly and with the right amount of drag to remind her she’d been bound, the ribbon came away from her chest.
“Such a pretty present. You will address me as Sir.” He rubbed his thumb across her chin. “I’ve been given a list of your nos, per the club agreement, and I’ve been watching you with Master G. So willing and responsive to him, but he isn’t what you need. I’ll push you while making sure you’re pleasured the way you crave. Tell me your safe word.”
“Good, Pet.” He threaded his fingers into her hair and tugged. Electric sizzles surged from her scalp to her pussy. “You’re mine,” he whispered. “All mine.”
“Thank you, Sir. Punish me, Sir. Please?” She barely recognized the need in her voice.
He let go of her hair, then slipped the cuffs off the hook above her head. “The rest of the world ceases to exist once we start. Are you ready?”
Kaia Martin dances to pay the bills. She doesn’t mind baring her body, but her heart? That’s another question. But what happens when two tiger shifters push her out of her comfort zone and into her heart’s desire?
Evan and Ian Davis have been in love with Kaia since the moment they met her. Their tigers know she’s the one for them. They’ve waited long enough for her to see what they’ve always known—she’s their mate. Can these twin tiger shifters prove love really can conquer all?
Glow — the band with more than a little paranormal element to its stage presence. Meet the guys in the band…
* Zac “Iceman” Frost controls the stage with the band Glow. Atria controls fire. She’s everything he needs… if he can withstand the burn. * Being away from Luc is killing Tay. What’s a guy to do when his lover is the very air he breathes? * Tallulah’s nothing like what Ike wants, but everything he needs… * Slash Gunderson’s place behind the drums for Glow is a dream come true. But can he accept his need for kink and the man who makes his heart beat? * Ansen keeps feelings out of the equation — until he meets Willow, who lives in the shadows and keeps the band’s fan site. * Pixie wants more, including the sexy radio jock she met at a Glow concert. That is, if he’s up for grabs. * Callum knew the moment he met Sarah she was the woman for him. But life in the band took him away. Now he’s back… to stay?
This Box Set contains the previously published titles Fire Woman, The Air I Breathe, Wrapped Around, Down to Earth, Here Without You, Wild Flower, Christmas Glow, and Sweet and Wild.
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A thousand bodies swaying to the hypnotic rhythm, but not a one for me.
Atria pushed through the throng of people. Smoke and sweat clung in the air. She crinkled her nose. Too many writhing limbs and not enough air to breathe. One of the concertgoers, a punk kid with a piercing glittering in his nose, tossed her a sneer. The four-inch spikes of ebony hair on his head reminded her of lethal weapons. “Wannabe,” the teen snapped.
Snorting, she pushed past him. “Bathe.” He might be dangerous in a rebellious teenager sort of way, but he had nothing on her.
“Go home,” he growled and put his palm up. “This line is for passes and hardcore Glow fans.”
Atria flicked her fingers, sending an arc of flame to his hand. His eyes widened, and his skin paled beyond the white makeup. The facade of bad boy melted into scared child as he backed away from her.
“What the hell?” His voice shook. “I didn’t mean for you to kill me.”
She leaned in close enough for him to hear her over the roar of the music. “If I wanted to kill you, you’d be toast by now.”
The punk shook his head and backed away. His body trembled. “You’re a freak — a scary freak. What the fuck?”
Good, she thought and continued to the door. Always nice to be recognized as different. Along the way, two more rowdy kids shoved at her. Both found out the hard way — through a minor hair fire and scorched eyebrows — Atria Moline didn’t play games.
“She burnt me!” The kid with blue streaked hair stormed the guard. “That bitch burned me. I’ll have to shave my damned head.”
“Consider it an improvement,” the bouncer snapped. “Go.” One brow rose as he considered Atria. “How many?”
She sighed. “I only scorched three, Hiram.” Trust her big brother to call her on the carpet. “They didn’t burn. Just a little sizzle and everything will grow back. Maybe.”
“Your sizzle will get your ass arrested.” Hiram sniffed the air and blew out a long breath.”You burned hair and it smells like ass. Don’t do that again. Sister or not, I will hurt you.”
“No you won’t. You love me and you’ll protect me because I’m your sister.” She braced her hands on her hips. “Ha.”
“Whatever, brat. Are you here to see Lucien?” His smile widened. “Or have you finally found the nerve to talk to Zac?”
“Shut up.” The response sounded one hell of a lot better than, I want to jump his bones and ride to Arizona. Damn it. Luc wanted pictures taken after the gig. “I’m here to photograph, not hurl myself at anyone.” Shit. That sounded goofy, especially since she didn’t have her camera in plain sight. The thought crossed her mind — had she remembered it at all?
“Uh-huh.” He twisted the knob and allowed her into the inner sanctum — the backstage area. “Next time, keep the camera around your neck for credibility.”
Although Atria considered giving her brother the middle finger, she refrained and shivered. She’d been backstage at the Steelyards plenty of times. Luc and his band, Glow, played lots of places, plenty of them creepier than the former factory warehouse. Why the hell did the massive room scare her? One name came to mind. Zac.
She plopped down onto a nearby folding chair and closed her eyes. Zacchaeus “Iceman” Frost. Goofy name for a hot man. Hot? Okay, so the guy was handsome in a brooding, six-foot-five manner. She licked her lips as a clear image of Zac came together in her mind.
Muscles just where a woman wanted to lick. Hardly a stitch of hair on him and a just one tattoo on his back — a spider web or medieval design — she wasn’t sure and didn’t care. And those eyes, the pristine blue of the North Atlantic. Heat zipped through her veins.
Was he packing? The bulge in the front of his leathers hinted at more than enough to please. Need tingled in her pussy, and Atria crossed her legs to stave off the sensations.
“I want you, Attie.” His sensual lips curled into a smile. “Now.”
Her breath came in labored puffs as she opened to him. Just to feel his callused hands on her body, tweaking her nipples, drawing out her fire and scorching them through and through.
“What are you doing?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Zac’s voice, and not from her fantasy, came through loud and clear. The music stopped, leaving her in the thick throb of the crowd noise just on the other side of the wall…
I protect. That’s my job, but I never thought I’d find her.
Jon McDaniels loves being Dash Jordan’s right-hand man. He runs security for the Jordan family and doesn’t expect love to factor into his job. Then he sees Lesley and every protective instinct kicks in. She’s so much younger than he is, but he can’t help how much he wants her.
I want to get away from my past, but when I see him, I know he’s my future.
Lesley Kane knows the dirtier side of life. The child of drug addicts, she wants to shed her past and move on. She thinks she’s safe on her college campus — until danger from her former life shows up in her present. Jon not only saves her, but he sees there’s more to her than what she’s been through. So he’s older than her… age is just a number, right?
Can two people, bent but not broken, find they have a future together?
Jon left the vehicle and opened the car door for her. Before she exited, he noticed a man walking toward the building, but unlike the other students, this one wore all camo and had a girl in his grasp. Something flashed, and Jon recognized the item — a gun. Fuck. The jerk had a gun to the young woman’s head. “Get back.” He shoved Ripley back into the car and slammed the door. “Gun.”
“Fuck.” Natty threw the car into gear.
Students ducked, and a few ran screaming. The man held the gun up and shot toward the sky. The thunder of the shots split the air. Jon kept his weapon concealed, but held up his hands.
“Don’t try it, old man,” the guy with the gun shouted. He held the revolver to the young woman’s head. “I will shoot her.”
“Stop.” Jon waited for Natty to speed away, then inched up to the man.
The gunman shot at the retreating car. “Bring him back. I want to bag a Jordan.”
“Then let her go.” Jon kept his hands up. He wanted to disarm the man, but there were too many witnesses. There were also too many blind spots and tall buildings. If the man had accomplices, they could be anywhere. He growled. Who needed to have so many retaining walls and huge fucking juniper bushes? Jesus.
“I’m not doing a Goddamn thing you say.” The man pressed the revolver to the woman’s head.
Where in the hell were the police? Someone had to have called them by now. Natty should’ve, if no one else had. Even the campus cops would be better than nothing. “You don’t want to do this,” Jon said.
“Want to bet?” The man yanked on the woman, holding her tight to his chest. “I’ll fucking destroy her.”
Jon growled again. The young woman couldn’t be more than twenty-one. She had her whole life ahead of her. Panic shimmered in her green eyes. She paled and trembled.
Jagger doesn’t want much for the holidays—just an angel for Christmas.
Christmas is the time to heal wounds and come together, especially if you’re an angel. Michael’s job for the last few hundred years has been to clean up the messes created by the humans and the demons. Although he loves his job, he wants more this Christmas than to watch everyone else be merry and bright. He loves the holiday and wants to share the day with someone special…especially once he sees Jagger. The sexy, but sad looking man has confessed he hates Christmas. Can a Christmas angel really sway the Scrooge and help him find more than just the beauty in Christmas?
“I’ve done the best with what I’ve got,” Jagger answered. He wasn’t kidding. He liked sex. He liked to mingle. There might have been an occasion or two where he’d had a few too many and gone home with a guy only to have the relationship last as long as the blow job, but who was honestly a total angel?
“I see. I’ll have to keep my eye on you.” Santa shifted in his seat. “What would you like for Christmas?”
“A what? A porcelain one?”
“No, no. Like the old song. An angel sent to me.” He’d loved that Shelly Fabares song so much. So the tune was hokey and the words were dated…he didn’t care.
“Ah. What do you want her to look like?” Santa asked.
Oh boy. Jagger fought the urge to roll his eyes. “I’d like him to be at least six feet tall. Brown hair. Shaggy hair, like just rolled out of bed shaggy. Blue eyes. Nice smile. Not a ton of chest hair. Great personality. Oh, and I want him to be the boyfriend type.” That about summed up what he’d wanted.
“You’re thorough.” Santa rubbed his chin. “That’s a tall order, pardon the pun.”
“I know. I figure you’re my last hope. I’ve tried meeting guys on my own. Tried the dating scene, the website thing, and the set up by friends thing. None of it has worked. If you can’t, then I’m hopeless, and December will forever suck.”
“Aren’t you positive?” Santa paused. His dark eyes glittered. “Does his name have to be Johnny?”
“If you have this man come to you, you’ll enjoy the holiday?” Santa asked.
“I will.” Granted, he wanted the man to stick around and be more than short term, but love wasn’t going to happen overnight.
“Well, I’ll see what can be done. You’re cutting it mighty close.”
Their marriage is about to fall apart, but not if she can help it and he‘s willing to bend.
Abby Donovan imagined nothing could change her simple life as a librarian. Her loving husband Seth, a mechanic in the Air National Guard, is scheduled to return from a short deployment in Iraq. Before he gets home, a letter arrives. It seems Seth is asking for a divorce. She must decide whether to walk away without a fight or to wait and confront him with the thing he’s always dreamed of – a ménage a trois. But all is not as it seems.
Seth Donovan wanted an idyllic life to go along with his career in the military. Then he sees the atrocities of war firsthand. A conversation with a colleague ends up as fodder for the rumour mill and so much more. Seth never wanted a divorce. He wants his wife. Will she accept him despite the rumours and advances from another man? Or can their relationship withstand the turmoil of war?
Contains Light Bondage and a Smoking Hot Ménage a Trois!
Hell, she’d yearned to touch Nate from the day she met him at Seth’s college graduation. Starting with his big feet and sculpted calves to his bronzed shoulders and piercing green eyes, she’d felt drawn like a moth to a flame. But being a happily married woman meant no contact with another man, including her husband’s friend. With both men involved, she could be a vixen and explore her limits. Seth always did mention he’d love to try a ménage a trois, especially with Nate. Why not now?
She handed the six-foot tall, sandy-haired hunk the bills. “Here you are.” Knowing Seth watched from behind, Abby wrapped her arms around Nate’s muscle-corded neck. “And this is your tip.” She pressed her lips to his.
“Are you certain Seth’s cool with it? He’s squirming.” Nate stepped back and stole a glance at Seth. His voice wavered a bit. “I know we talked about it, man, but that was before you married Abby. I gotta tell ya, I’m in.”
Abby looked at Seth. Her brows rose a fraction of an inch. Seth and Nate discussed her, or rather sex with her. She should’ve felt insulted, but instead a burst of raw desire and longing rushed straight between her thighs. Her lips parted. Was she in accord with the situation? She wanted Nate, yes, but she also needed Seth as much as she had the first time they made love. “What do you think, Seth?”
The fire of possession burned in Seth’s eyes. He dipped his head, making her heart rate race into warp speed.
Nate’s jaw muscle clenched and unclenched. “Oh yeah, Seth wants it. He’s coming unglued. Yeah.”
Abby’s voice dropped to an octave she didn’t recognise as her own. “I am interested in both of you.”
As if it were second nature or something they’d done before, Nate lowered his lips to hers in a deep kiss. She leaned into him, melting at his touch and exploring his mouth with her tongue. He tasted like cola and mint gum and smelled sweet, like warm pizza dough. She longed to see the expression on Seth’s face and pictured it in her mind. He loved to watch couples on television engage in sexual activities. The idea of him watching her made the act with Nate so much hotter.
Nate’s hands skimmed over her shoulders and her collarbone down to the sensitive peaks of her breasts. She gasped. Not quite like Seth, but not bad either. His calloused fingers moved down her stomach and smoothed along the crack of her ass, sending tingles through her system at warp speed.
Abby hooked her fingers into the waistband of Nate’s jeans, pulling his shirt free so she could explore his rock-hard stomach with her hands and lips. I’m so far out of my comfort zone… but I like it.
“Honey, Seth’s sportin’ a tent.”
She opened her eyes to take in the look of pleasure on Nate’s face. “So let’s give him a show. I want him so hot he can’t keep away.”
“Yeah.” Nate panted. “I forgot he likes to watch.”
He’s got cat class and cat style — she’s got
the flash. Together they’ll create magic.
Hildegard’s given kittens to a few special young women, but her cats aren’t all
they seem. Each skeptical owner plus her affectionate shifter equals love
cat-style — but will love prevail over the evil threatening to kill their
furry best friends?
Together these cat shifters and a very special witch will create magic.
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“If I don’t let Godzilla out, I won’t have
curtains. Again.” Hayden stepped outside the restaurant and jabbed the
numbers on her phone to call her friend, Cole. She needed a ride home.
clutched her pepper spray in one hand and her purse in the other. No way she’d
let some creep-o terrorize her. “I’ve got to get to Godzilla,” she
chanted as she waited for her friend to pick up the phone. “I never
should’ve let that asshole take me out. Damn grabby hands.” Visions of
shredded curtains and one pissed off black cat came to mind. But just like a
dog or his monster namesake, if he didn’t have time to wander around the
backyard, he destroyed things in her house.
never should’ve gone to lunch with him,” a voice said. “Not on
screamed and whipped around, her purse leading the way. If she was going down,
she’d go down swinging. “Who the hell are you?”
person who’d spoken stepped out of the shadows. “Chill.” He put both
hands up. “I’m not armed.”
inched closer to get a better look at him. Dear God in Heaven, the man was
naked and in front of a restaurant full of people. Her gaze roved down his lean
torso to the thatch of black hair at the base of his cock. She swallowed hard.
Naturally, the crazy man would be good looking. Her luck didn’t run any other
honey, I don’t want to hurt you.”
shiver ran up her spine. Didn’t want to hurt her? How the fuck did he know her
name? “Who are you?”
It’s a stupid name for a cat. My brother would be named Godzilla. He likes to
bite and scratch. Although, naming him Fang worked, too. Hildy thinks it’s
funny to name us after things we do.” He shrugged. “I just destroyed
that set of curtains by accident. I never meant to piss you off.” The man
folded his arms. His black hair shimmered, and his eyes glowed the same shade
of green as her cat’s. He even had the same odd way of staring at her as if he
knew what she was thinking, and he talked like he knew all about her cat.
you want my purse?” She stuck out her hands. “Take it.” The guy
might remind her of her cat, but cat shifters were the stuff of legend.
Besides, didn’t Halloween bring out the crazies? Yes, he was some lunatic in
character trying to scare the shit out of her… and it was working. She
shivered. “Take it.”
taking you home.” He swatted her hands down. “There’s a long story I
need to tell you, but the short of it is, yes, I’m a shifter. I chose you as my
human, and now I’d like to go home and explain where you won’t freak out.”
He inched toward her. “I won’t hurt you, but I will rip the limbs off the
asshole who dicked you over at lunch. Now let’s go. It’s freezing, and I’m not
fond of showing my ass off in public.”
She held her ground. “I don’t know you from Adam and you want me to take
you home? No way, buddy. Blow.”
that’s just mean.” He scratched his brow. “Okay, look, I come from a
long line of shifters. Black cat shifters. My litter had four. Hildy knew about
us and protected us from a scientist who would like to use me for some
crazy-ass experiment. Somehow she knew you needed me. I’m glad you took me home
because I knew you were the one for me.” He stepped closer to her.
“Hayden, I need your help. We aren’t legend, and some bad people know about
me. You’ve got to help me.”
crouched down before her and curled into a ball. His human form morphed into a
cat. After a moment, the cat sat on his back legs and stared up at her. He even
had the tiny white tuft on his chest — the same tiny white tuft like Godzilla
Hayden swayed on her feet. This wasn’t happening. Her cat was a cat, not a
shifter. She collapsed on the nearest bench and rested her head in her hands.
pair of bare feet strode over to her. She glanced at the legs connected to the
feet. The man squatted down in front of her. The mystery man who claimed to be
her cat. Tears blurred in her eyes. What else could she do? Laugh or cry?
honey, shifting destroys my clothes.” He tipped his head to look her in
the eye. “Let’s go home. I’ll explain everything there. I’ll show you what
The man of her dreams finally came home from the war, but is he
still the man she remembers or have his demons changed him forever?
Melanie Roberts loved her best friend more than she could ever
imagine, and for longer than she wants to admit. Though once lovers, she’s
resigned herself to being no more than his best friend and roommate. On the eve
of his return from deployment in Iraq, in order to keep her heart from
breaking, she decides she’s moving on—after one last sexy night.
Cade Nicholson has come to a decision. As he comes home damaged in
both body and soul from his latest deployment, all he wants is to find comfort
in Melanie’s arms. Unsure and unsteady in expressing his love to the only woman
to hold his heart, he has to find a way to convince her of his true feelings.
Can two best friends overcome their demons to prove their love for
one another before past decisions come back to haunt them and it’s too late?
“I’m still his housemate, not his personal
Melanie Roberts waited by the ticket counter at
the Cincinnati/Northern Kentucky International Airport for her friends to
arrive. Waiting by the gates ensured she’d see them faster than if she waited
on the lower level by the baggage claims. She mumbled to herself as she gazed
at the empty gateway. “I don’t know why I let him talk me into this.” A woman
turned, glaring at Melanie who shrugged. “Who am I kidding? I can’t wait for
Cade to return.”
The air in the terminal enveloped her in a
personal sauna. What happened to the high-dollar air-conditioning system
mentioned in the local newspaper? She fanned herself, trying to remember
whether she put on deodorant this morning. Beads of sweat trickled between her
breasts and dampened her bra. She blew out a puff of air and tucked her
humidity-frizzed hair back under her hat.
An announcer interrupted her private sweltering.
“Flight two-two-three-three from Dulles is on a thirty-minute delay due to
heavy thunderstorms. Repeat, flight two-two-three-three from Dulles is on a
Melanie removed her ball cap. She ran a shaky
hand through her hair. Her ruby ring caught on a few strands and she cursed under
her breath. She replaced the tattered hat and tucked her hair under the frayed
edges. Her heart thudded, making it hard to breathe. Her boys, Cade and Rhett,
weren’t on that particular flight. She checked the nearby screen. Flight
one-five-two-seven from JFK International Airport—their flight—was already on
the ground and in the process of debarking.
Any time now, guys…
In the distance, someone’s cell phone played an
old country tune, ‘He Loved Me’, and took her back to a time when things had
been much simpler and her heart hadn’t been broken. She hummed a few bars and
scanned the crowd once more.
The image of Cade and the words to the song
stuck fast in her mind. If he hadn’t cheated, he’d still be mine… She fidgeted
with the ruby ring and fought off the anxiousness that naturally came when she
waited for him to return from a deployment. Nervous energy sizzled through her
veins as she cracked her knuckles. She didn’t know what else to do with her
hands when she couldn’t watch the world through the safety of her camera lens.
Where were they?
A barrage of laughter rang in Melanie’s ears and
a shimmer of excitement slipped through her. She knew that baritone—Staff
Sergeant Rhett Ione. “Give me sugar, Melanie!”
Opening her arms, she turned. “Rhett! How’s my
Crushing her in his grasp, he whirled her
around. “You make coming home a blast, little girl!”
When he plopped her back onto her feet, she
continued to clutch his biceps. “I missed you, but where is Cade? I thought you
got leave together?”
Rhett tucked a loose lock of hair behind her
ear. “Leave, yes. The same flight, no. Cade flew out of Germany and I came
straight from the Gulf.”
Embarrassed by her lack of tact, she averted her
gaze. Rhett tipped her chin. “Hey, I know you missed me, but you have a thing
for him. But I’m still one of your best friends and only passing through.
Chill. He’s due to land—” he glanced at his all-weather watch, “—in a moment or
Melanie sighed. She opened her mouth to speak,
when a voice from behind interrupted her.
Ginnifer Larkin stood a foot away and narrowed
her green eyes. “Are you here to give them a ride?” She folded her arms and
shifted her weight. The pale yellow sundress clung to her slender figure and
accentuated her pert breasts. Her silky caramel-coloured hair fell around her
Why the hell did Cade’s fuck-friend have to show
up? Melanie forced a smile to her lips. “I’m taking them home, yes.” Speaking
under her breath so no one but Rhett would hear, she mumbled. “Just like an ex
Ginnifer chewed her ruby-red bottom lip. “We
never broke up, you know.” Her eyes lit up and a smile brightened her
heart-shaped face. “You’re home!”
When Melanie tried to turn, a pair of strong
arms enfolded her and restricted her movement. Warm breath tickled her cheek
and the scratch of day-old whiskers abraded her neck. While her legs turned to
jelly, her heart raced. Desire pooled low in her belly.
vampire and wolf shifter will protect Ava with their lives—because they belong
together as deemed by the Sources. Will their blossoming love wither before
they get a chance to stoke the flames, or will it be strong enough to overcome
The world can crumble around us, but we’ve always got
each other. Always.
Ava Grant learned the hard way not to trust anyone. Trust equaled opening up to
another person and allowing herself to be hurt. She’s done with pain—until
she’s summoned by the Sources. Her world is thrown into upheaval. Two men can
help her, if she’s willing to let them in. Will she able to open her heart to a
vampire and a wolf shifter?
Joachim Stokes and Padraig O’Malley are the best of friends. The attraction
between them is palpable, but there’s something missing. When they are tasked
with protecting Ava, they realize they’d found what they’ve been missing—her. A
bond forms between the three, but some bonds are meant to be broken. With the
war heating up, her past won’t stay hidden forever.
Will their blossoming love wither before they get a chance to stoke the flames,
or will it be strong enough to overcome their problems?
“You can face me.” Padraig stayed in the doorway. “I’ll bite
because I’m a vampire, but only if you allow it.” He chuckled at his horrible
excuse for a joke. “Sorry.”
“Ha-ha.” Joachim stomped to his bed and then flopped
face-first onto the mattress.
Padraig admired his friend’s position. He could ogle Chim’s
ass all he wanted, but the pose made conversation difficult.
“We need to talk.” Padraig leaned against the bedpost of his
“Right.” Joachim rolled onto his back. “So you can tell me
I’m an idiot. Well, get it out now. I can take it.”
“What are you talking about? You’re not an idiot.” Padraig
sat beside Joachim. “But I could understand you better if you could at least
look at me.”
“Better?” Joachim sat up and faced Padraig.
“Much, stubborn wolf.” Padraig stared. Joachim embodied the
strength of the wolf, but in human form. He exuded power and sometimes
patience. But looking at him, Padraig noticed the gauntness under Joachim’s
eyes. “You haven’t been eating.”
“Not regularly. Nothing to hunt.” Joachim shrugged. “I’m
“Uh-huh.” Padraig glanced over at Joachim’s clenched hands.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-seven,” Joachim snapped. He leaped off the bed and
then strode to the window. “I’m twenty-seven.”
Spoken like a man trying to convince himself. “Huh. I
would’ve guessed you no more than twenty-three.” Padraig eased up behind
Joachim without touching him. They’d fit together well—if they ever got their
shit figured out. “I’m twenty-nine—well I was before I became a vampire. It
dawned on me that we’d never discussed our ages before.”
“We spent most of our time hiding and being quiet. There
wasn’t time to chat.”
“True.” Padraig rubbed Joachim’s shoulders. When the shifter
didn’t pull away, Padraig continued touching him. “Are you done pouting?”
Joachim gasped, and then his shoulders sagged. “Yeah. I’d
say what I was doing wasn’t pouting, but you’d know I wasn’t telling the
“I’m not sure why you think I’d call you an idiot. I don’t
think you are. You’re a tad immature, but since I don’t know how you were
raised, I can’t pass judgment.”
“Fine. I’m twenty-three.”
“I assumed as much.” Padraig suppressed his pleasure in
“How?” Joachim turned around, finally facing Padraig. “No
one ever questioned me.”
“You’re sulky, pouty, and not as weary of the world as some
people.” Padraig curled his fingers under Joachim’s chin. The man also had a
youthful glow and a light in his eyes Padraig couldn’t deny. Oh and Joachim’s
smile…Padraig bit back a light moan. His smile melted Paddy’s heart.
“Oh.” Joachim didn’t pull away.
“It’s not a bad thing, being you.” Goddess, he sounded like
his father. Padraig grunted. Wouldn’t dear old Dad love to know his gay son had
a thing for a straight guy? Padraig swiped his thumb across Joachim’s bottom
lip. “Now, about the other thing. I’m bisexual. I tend to swing more toward
guys, but some women catch my fancy. Is Ava pretty? Yes. Would I take a tumble
in the sheets with her if she asked? You bet. Am I trying to get her into my
“I knew it.” Joachim inched away from Padraig, putting space
between them. “You’re not obvious, but I knew you were hot for her.”