Thursday, December 1, 2016

Throwback Thursday

Today's Throwback Post is Hearten (Bayou Bear Chronicles Book 2)

Determined to be the best Beta he can, Rev has made sure to keep his distance from Martha, the female he knows to be his mate. He’s not sure he even knows how to be a decent mate to her.
All that changes when the Alpha and the Coeur conspire to make sure that Martha and Rev both face what they’ve known to be true for so long.
One look is all it takes, but there is so much more to being a mated couple than facing the claim.
Martha is not ready to give up anything in her life, not even to make room for him.
Rev is ready, but only as long as his female bends her life to fit into his.
Pushing and pulling, each one will have to decide which is more important—the life they’ve built, or the one they could have together.

This young adult shifter story is a continuation of Burden (Bayou Bear Chronicles). Each book in the series has it's own HEA.

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Whatcha Reading Wednesday

This week I just finished Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi. I have to say I really enjoyed it. Have you had a chance to read it yet? Visit me on Facebook and tell me what you are reading.

Shatter me by Tahereh Mafi

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Teaser Tuesday

Here is another teaser from Beholden (unedited). 

Colleges shouldn’t be so damned maze-like. I’d been on campus for at least forty minutes and the closest I’d come to registering for classes was almost getting run over in the crosswalk by a guy on a tangerine Vespa.

A tangerine Vespa.

Shifters didn’t drive tangerine anything—too much attention-calling.

After asking three other people, the last of whom I swore was some kind of cat shifter, directions to the Registrar’s Office, I finally got there.

“There she is,” The shifter’s voice crawled over my shoulder and into my ear. I inhaled deeply and found that my suspicions were true. I took a quick look around my surroundings just to make sure no one was listening.

“You give good directions for a cat.”

He chuckled, deep and raspy. “Better than any bear could give.”

I turned around to see the irises of his eyes flash from human to cat—bobcat. “Are you just doing a good turn and making sure I got here safely or is there another reason you are following me?”

He took a step forward and his scent washed over me—a little nauseating—a little intriguing.

“Oh, sweet girl, I’m not a Boy Scout. A good turn is not required of me every day—or ever. We cats don’t really like all that do goodery that you bears seem to enjoy. We enjoy a bit of—mischief.”

A bit of mischief—from the way his lip curled at the end of his sentence, he enjoyed a whole hell of a lot more than a bit.

“Well, I’m not into mischief. I’m a rule follower. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

“Now hold on.” He put his hand on my shoulder and I shrugged it off, a little more violently than intended. My bear was clawing at me—demanding that I cease and desist in talking to this sly cat. “Tell me one things and then I’ll leave you alone. Where has being such a good girl ever gotten you? Aren’t you curious about—actually living?”

“I live. I live plenty.”

“And you have everything you’ve ever wanted by playing it safe?”

I didn’t know much about cats, but this one must’ve been a little psychic or psycho.

“I’ve got to go.”

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Sunday, November 27, 2016

Sunday Swoon

Today's Swoon Sunday Post comes from Engraven (Bayou Bear Chronicles 3)

“I don’t know what I’m doing.” She finally claimed, throwing her hands in the air and for the first time since we’d reached the cabin, stopped pacing like a panther.

“Of course you don’t. I hope you don’t.”

“I’ve only ever kissed one other guy besides you. And he certainly wasn’t looking for me to bite him on his…”

I made no attempt to hide my smile. “His what? Come on give me some clue.”

She froze in front of me. “You’re enjoying this? You are, aren’t you?”

I took her waist in my hands the way I had when we’d first met and dragged her hips against mine. “I’m not enjoying seeing you like this—no. Am I enjoying having my female to myself? Absolutely.”

Circumventing her mouth, I brushed my lips on her neck, just under her soft earlobe. It ended her ranting and raving and in their place blossomed her growing love.

“I can’t think when you do that.” She choked on the words.

“That’s the problem. You’re thinking about this too much. Let nature take its course. We were made for this. We were made for each other.”

Her breath hitched as I moved further down, across her collar bone.

“Your hip.” She croaked out. I’d heard her loud and clear, but I wanted to hear it again.

Plus, I loved to torture her.


“Your hip. She chose your hip”

Skittering my lips north, they landed on her ear so I could make her shiver. “You chose my hip, love. Say it.”

She shook her head.

“Say the words, Dahlia. There’s no embarrassment here. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s just you and me.”

Squaring off her shoulders, she gathered her bravery. Her walls reinforced themselves.

“I chose your hip. The second time we shifted together. That’s where I want your mark. And that’s where I want you to bite me.’

A little nudge and my girl flipped her courage on like a switch.

“It’s your call. You tell me when you’re ready. I feel like I’ve been ready for years, but it’s your choice, love.”

“Are you just saying that or do you mean it?”

I knew that calling her love would become an issue sooner or later. I wanted it to become an issue. I wanted her to ask.

Creator above, let her ask the question.

“Do I mean what?”

“You call me love. You can’t love me already. You don’t even know me.”

A laugh rumbled through me. I knew her. She just didn’t know it.

“I know you. I know that only a female of worth cares about her family as much as you do. I know that you treat my mother with the utmost respect. I know that your sisters look up to you and your father is hesitant to let his little girl go. All of those things make me know you. I might not know the little things, but I know you. I know your soul. And that’s enough for now. It’s enough to know that I love you and I’m not afraid to say it.”

“I’m afraid to say it. But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel it. You can hear her. Your bear can hear its mate, right? You know how we feel.”

Taking her face in my hands, I paused before covering her lips with mine again. “I know you love me. Take your time in saying the words, but I know you love me and that’s plenty enough for me.”

I didn’t allow her to answer. This time wasn’t like the others. She was sure of what I was offering, my complete and unfiltered love through that kiss. Nudging her lips open with my own, I began a slow torture that was enough to lull us both into oblivion.

With her hands on my chest, she gently pushed back from it, taking a second to recover.

I loved that she had to recover from me.

“I’m ready. I have to do this now before I lose my courage.”

“Okay. I’m taking my pants off, but that’s it.”

“I had to pick that spot, huh?”

“Yeah, you did. You might thank yourself on the night of our mating ceremony.”

“I might.”

I held her gaze and never let it go while I disrobed in front of my mate. It wasn’t a big deal for me. We shifters stripped in front of each other all the time to turn into bears, but Dahlia wasn’t used to that kind of life.

“Shit.” Her hands were shaking and I had to take a second to calm her once again. “I don’t know the effing words.”

“Hey, just speak from the heart.”

She whooshed out a breath that held the world on its shoulders.

“Reach down deep, Dahlia. Close your eyes and let your bear take over. She knows the words that you want to say. Let her take over.”

I watched the transition happen before me. She closed her eyes slowly. Her shoulders relaxed at once and the tension lines on her face diminished.

And when she opened her eyes again, the glitter in her stare was purely her bear looking back at me. She and her bear were the same. We often referred to them as two different entities, but really, in the core of things, they were the same soul, torn between two very different bodies.

Like the sky that was pulled between night and day.

“I am yours, Tarrow. And you are mine. I place this mark on you to signify our eternal bond and the promise that one day we will be mated. You love me, right? Tell me please.”

“I love you Dahlia, heart and soul, I love you.”

“Then accept my mark as my love for you.”

She bent down and before I could process what was going to happen, teeth broke through skin and only stopped when they hit bone. The pain lasted only seconds and the joy of her mark triumphed any lingering agony.

She raised up and wiped away the trickle of blood from the side of her mouth. She had a skirt on and I wouldn’t propose she take it off, I would just pull it down as much as I needed to.

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Thursday, November 17, 2016

Throwback Thurday

Have you met the intriguing Black Brothers and the derby girls they love.  Here is your chance. You can grab the box set it contains all 5 Love and Skate books. The set includes: Love and Skate, How it Rolls, Down 'N' Derby, Caught  in a Jam and False Start.

Falcon Friday

Its Falcon Friday. For those who may not know who Falcon is, let me introduce you to him. Falcon is one of the lead character from How It Rolls(Love & Skate 2).

Here are some quotes from our guy.

She called me a stiff? I think that's worse than when Nellie calls me a square or a suit. I was a suit. And why in the Hell did I care if some girl called me a stiff? She could take her orange hair and stuff it up her...Oh who was I kidding, I wanted to be her hairbrush.

The great thing about numbers is that they don't lie. They never make you think they mean one thing but really mean another. And when you find the answer. It always makes sense. People are like that too, and if you stick a cut in salt it wont hurt, promise.

When I grow up I want long, red hair like Lion-O from Thundercats. Plus, I want to growl and wear weird boots.

You can grab your copy of the Love and Skate series HERE

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Whatcha Reading Wednesday

This week I have been reading anything with shifters in it. I do love a good shifter book. So, I wanted to share a box set I am part of with everyone. There are book from 20 different authors. A shifter story for everyone.

Shifters and Spice
If you dream of shifters, this set of 20 brand new shifter stories featuring USA Today and New York Times best-selling authors has you covered. Whether you like them large and in charge or sleek and sexy, you'll find the right story to spice up your night in these pages.

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