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Genre: Erotic PNR
Pages: 165
Isbn: 1482609959
ISBN 13: 978-1482609950
Blurb
Eva, a rare white panther, is desperate
to avoid her family and their expectations. Hundreds of years of tradition
force her to run to the newly appointed Queen only to find her gone.
Hopelessness causes her to invoke the right of Hospitality and everything that
goes with it, including the mouthwatering lupine cowboy with talented hands.
When he whispers her name she’s tempted to submit as long as he meets her every
desire.Clint, the beta wolf of the Koning Clan, is tired of troublesome females walking through the doors of Gryph’s Bar. The last one changed history. Now, a small, seductive feline grates on his nerves and beckons his primitive instincts. Even though she’s trouble, her taste drives him to addiction. Law dictates he must protect her, but the way she calls to his beast may lead to their undoing. As a male with no knowledge of his past how can they have a future?
About the Author
Author of PNR and Erotic Romance. Published with
Pink Petal Books, Ellora's Cave, and my Self-pub the Koning Clan Series. I love
chocolate, reading, and traveling. Some of my favorite authors are, Cole,
Kenyon, Ward, and Laurenston.
I grew up in the Colorado Mountains a place full of possibilities. I never found what truly made me happy until I discovered writing. I didn't really like to read until I tried something a little different. Then like a wildfire my passion grew into a career. I'm thankful every day to have found where I belong. I’m a mother of three kids and a dog.
I grew up in the Colorado Mountains a place full of possibilities. I never found what truly made me happy until I discovered writing. I didn't really like to read until I tried something a little different. Then like a wildfire my passion grew into a career. I'm thankful every day to have found where I belong. I’m a mother of three kids and a dog.
Contact
Links
Website: www.debramichellesmith.com
Facebook:
www.facebook.com/debra.michelle.smith.author
Twitter: www.twitter.com/d_smith_author
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Excerpt
Running. Running used to be freedom. Now it
was her only chance of survival. The feeling of leaves and grass against the
pads of her feet, the moist smell of earth, the way the trees would open their
branches like a mother opening her arms to a long awaited child. Gone. Now
shadows that used to hold wonder only held fear. The night used to be something
that called to her, now only served one purpose. A chance of escape from her
life. One, she never wanted.
She lifted her muzzle to scent the air.
Upwind, she held the advantage. Taking a moment to suck in much needed air, she
stopped and rested. The pounding of her heart was the only familiar sound in
the foreign woods. To think she made it all the way to Colorado from South
America. Her, the most delicate of her family. She snorted, delicate, her ass.
She had to be smarter, faster, and more lethal than all the males of her Clan.
What was the saying? Practice made perfect. Wrong. Practice at perfection made
her the perfect predator. Say that five times fast. She lived for the hunt. But
because of some stupid prophecy, she was to be a treasure to her people. Never allowed
to see the outside world.
The rays of the full moon danced across her
white fur giving off a luminescent glow. So what if she was rare. So what if
she was the only white panther to be born in the last four-hundred years. She
was still a person with her own thoughts, desires, and dreams. That’s why she
was heading to the middle of nowhere. If she could plead her case to Jenifer
Koning, then maybe her father would have to listen to reason.
Tales of the queen reached far and wide.
Jenifer defied the archaic rules of their world when she entered the Slag, the
tournament of kings. Kings not queens
being the important word. Jenifer was the only woman in their history to
attempt to change her fate. Until now. Alexandria would be the next. She had to
be.
That’s why she ran from her Clan, more
important her father. Part of her never thought she would make it all the way
to North America from her home deep in the Brazilian jungle. Weeks of travel
had taken their toll on her body, exhaustion threatened her every step. Soon, she told herself. Internal
strength, she liked to think came from her mother, was the only thing keeping
her from collapsing.
There. Light shined through the trees. Relief gave her the
extra strength she needed. Gryph’s
flashed over the imposing red doors with a bouncer perched to the side. Crap.
His height and massive arms crossed over his chest seemed less than inviting.
How to play this? Her human appearance was less than intimidating. Maybe she
could seem unimposing and just walk right in. Yeah right, a girl could dream.
Alex pictured her human form in the center of
her inner light. The change wasn’t painful, at least not after the very first
shift. Magic allowed them to keep their clothes. The only drawback was that
unlike the animals in nature, their color matched in both their human and
animal form.
Branches scratched her exposed skin while she
parted the bushes. Sashaying toward the bouncer, she tried not to hold her
breathe. His scent hit her nose. A bear. Great.
This close to winter he could be especially grumpy.
His nostrils flared and brief look of
confusion crossed his face before he schooled his features.
“Hi,” she said in a sweet, sing-song voice.
He grunted.
Great this could be harder than she thought.
“I’m looking for Jenifer Koning. I request an audience.”
Another grunt.
Claws pricked at the tips of her fingers,
bringing a burning pleasure. Calming her temper, she did her best not to expose
her best kept secret.
“Is she here?”
His response, “Clint we have a live one, again.”
Again? What was that supposed to mean? Her
ears tingled as she struggled to hear the voice on the end of the line. From
the bear’s wince it wasn’t looking good. For him or for her.
“Go on in. Stay out of trouble.”
Gritting her teeth before she gave him a reason
to hibernate, she pulled open one of the big red doors.
Alex took her time entering the bar. She
needed to seem like she had every right to be there. She couldn’t risk them
kicking her out before she could plead her case to their queen. An old Vince Gil
song flowed from the jukebox. Red, faded
booths and bar stools filled the space. The scent of fried food assaulted her
nose. Doing her best not show her repulsion, her gaze drifted to the bar and
the male stomping toward her.
Good lord, he was fine. Faded blue jeans clung
to his muscular legs as the heels of his cowboy boots echoed through the air. A
green and blue, plaid shirt, with the top buttons unfastened revealing the tan
skin of his chest, rolled sleeves resting just below his elbows showed off his
muscled forearms. The one on his right was tattooed but she didn’t risked
getting lost in its puzzle. Dusty blonde locks hung in his eyes, and a five
o’clock shadow covered his jaw. Firm lips pressed into a flat line were only
distracted from by his intense blue eyes. She’d never seen such eyes. He was
sexy wrapped in a whole lot of delicious.
His mouth moved and she blinked. “I’m sorry,
what did you say?”
An irritated rumble sounded in his chest. “I
said, who are you?”
“Alex.” After listening to his sweet drawl,
she felt a small sensation of being welcome. And then it was gone.
His eyes thinned in what had to be irritation,
“What’s your full name and Clan?”
The cowboy was smarter than he looked. Hot and
intelligent, be still her quaking knees. Wait, her knees were trembling.
Placing her hand on the bar, she braced her body. The room started to spin. She
shook her head trying to gain focus. Alarm spread through her at the thought of
showing weakness in front of him. This male was definitely a predator and the
last thing she wanted to do was fall at his feet.
Then, exhaustion
overtook her. Her knees buckled sending her forward into his awaiting arms. His
concerned face was the last thing she saw.
Review
Yummy shifter romance. Very sexy, so keep your loved one close…you
will want to play after you finish reading this book. I can’t tell you the things I loved most
without giving away the best parts of the story, so I’m keeping this brief.
I give this book 4 out of 5 clouds.
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