Excerpt: Claimed by the Wolf

Here is an excerpt of Claimed by the Wolf~ Green Mountain Shifters, book three ❤

AMAZON EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ~ BOOKSTRAND

 

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copyright@Libby Bishop

 

“Hey, Good Lookin’” by Hank Williams greeted Katee Ellis as she woke. Her head pounded, and her mouth was dry as if she had the worst hangover ever. Yet, she couldn’t recall drinking the night before.

As her eyes cleared, she realized she didn’t recognize the ceiling, its chipped and peeling paint. She sat straight up, her head swimming as nausea swept her from the movement. Placing her hands on both sides of her head, sinking them into her hair, she closed her eyes and tried to take deep breaths. When the nausea faded away, she opened her eyes, and then she realized she was completely naked.

What the hell?

She quickly pulled a sheet up and held it at her breasts, trying to figure out how the hell she’d gotten into a rumpled bed in a worn down bedroom.

Hank continued to sing as heavy steps from outside the room caught her attention—she inhaled, scenting the wild. Wait. She inhaled again. Shock coursed through her when she realized she could smell everything around her—the old wood, the man coming toward the room, the cool mid-autumn breeze coming through the barely opened window.

Her heart skipped a beat, and then sped up as panic began to take hold. She dug for a memory to tell her how she’d gotten where she was, but nothing came, which alarmed her more. Through shapeshifting friends she knew what the situation could mean … and she tried her damnedest to calm down, to shove the panic down as her blood pounding in her ears blocked out all other noise.

What the hell happened to me?

“Here, this should help.” The man’s voice was deep, with a British lilt. The sound snapped her back to reality.

She held the blanket closer, tighter.

She looked over slowly, pushing her long, dark red hair out of her eyes. Her gaze settled on a tall, lithe, muscled man. His thermal, long-sleeved shirt clung nicely to his torso. Her sharp vision could plainly see that strong arms were hidden underneath the fabric.

He stepped closer to her, holding out a mug to her. After holding his dark blue gaze for a moment, she reached out and took it. The heat from it felt good as it spread beneath the skin of her hand. Coffee.

As the man moved to the desk and grasped a chair in one hand, she inhaled the scent of the beverage. Heaven. Taking a sip, she tasted the slight bite of whisky, which made her smile softly.

“A little hair of the dog never hurt.” He returned her smile as he set the chair down and took a seat, running a hand through his hair before leaning forward and resting his elbows on his thighs.

 

Special Guest: Sarah Marsh

I’m pleased to welcome Sarah Marsh to the blog with her latest release 🙂

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Catching His Cat

by Sarah Marsh

*AVAILABLE NOW*

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

 

Blurb

Sybella Gandry knows what it’s like to fight for something she wants. Her entire life has been a battle. But will one night of passion with a stranger threaten everything she’s worked so hard for?

            She hoped her first meeting with the Alpha Council wouldn’t turn into a problem—but if it did, she was prepared to deal with it. The one thing she wasn’t anticipating was a wild night of passion with the male who was her fated mate the night before. She’d learned early on, that having a mate and her position within the pard just wasn’t possible.

            Laird Connors is an Alpha’s Alpha and he’s very used to getting his way. So, true to his nature, when he meets his mate he wastes no time in showing her exactly who she belongs to—or so he thought. His little cat tries to run, but nothing will stop him from claiming what’s his.

 

Purchase Links:

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Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/catching-his-cat-by-sarah-marsh/

 

 

Excerpt:

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled before rubbing the pad of one finger in circles around her aching clit.

Her hand was still stroking up and down his cock, and when his fingers dipped lower, finding her entrance, Bella groaned, biting down on his shoulder. Fuck, she needed his cock inside of her.

“Pants off,” she panted and released him.

In seconds, he had her jeans and panties stripped and his own thrown across the room as he knelt in front of her. The intensity in his eyes was enthralling as he growled again and then lunged at her. She wasn’t frightened, though. On the contrary, she knew she was about to get fucked and fucked good.

His arms scooped her up, and then they were both bouncing on the large king sized bed. Immediately he moved down her body, his hands pushing her legs wide open and up as he settled himself in between them. She didn’t even have a second to anticipate what he was about to do before his mouth descended upon her pussy, licking and nibbling over every single inch. Two thick fingers plunged into her core, thrusting in and out as he sucked her throbbing clit in between his lips. It was a full-on assault of sensations, and before she even knew it, her entire body was coiled in preparation to come, her hands tightening their grip in his hair as she pressed her hips harder into his mouth, and when he bit down on her clit she screamed as the orgasm echoed through her core. The waves of pleasure ebbed over and over again until his mouth finally released her.

“Holy fuck,” she whispered as her eyes closed and she struggled to catch her breath.

“Nah, we’re just getting to that part,” was his cheeky answer as she felt him kiss his way back up her torso until his weight settled in between her thighs.

Bella could feel the throbbing heat of his cock pressed against her pussy. She was so wet now that it easily slid through the swollen lower lips, causing small tremors to pulse through her womb in aftershocks. His arms were on each side of her waist, holding him above her, and she rested her hands at the top of his ass.

“Look at me, little cat.” His voice was still rough with his desire. “I want to see your golden eyes as I take you.”

She slowly opened her eyes, and her lips broke into a lazy smile, her hand coming up to rest against his cheek. She loved the thick stubble she felt there—it had felt even more amazing against the inside of her thighs. His deep green eyes seared her with their gaze, and it felt like he was looking right into her soul as he pulled his hips back and found her entrance. She sighed as he slid his thickness into her slowly as if he was savoring the feel of her around him. It seemed an oddly sentimental moment for such a sexually aggressive male, and not normally one she would appreciate from a bed partner—but something was different with this one.

Once he had pushed himself all the way inside of her, a low rumble had once again begun to come from deep inside his chest as he lifted her legs to slide his arms underneath them. Her breath caught as he pulled her closer, his balls nudging up against her ass, and then he began to move. He pulled all the way out of her snug heat, and then slammed back in, his gaze never leaving hers. Bella’s hands held onto his forearms, grasping at the only part of him she could reach as he began to thrust in and out of her, over and over again. She could feel her fangs dropping as her cougar snarled inside, encouraging the male to move faster, to fuck them harder. His own teeth were now visible as well, and sweat rolled down his face and chest as he worked her. His wide, thick cock didn’t miss a single nerve inside of her, and her body lit up with pleasure. Every stroke seemed to take her higher and the harder he took her, the more she needed.

“Harder, more…” she groaned out, her claws unsheathing from her fingertips to grab into the flesh of his arms.

Suddenly he growled and released her, slipping out of her sheath abruptly, but before she could complain, he had flipped her over onto her hands and knees. He pushed her legs apart and slid back inside, his hands now over her shoulders, using the leverage to pull her back onto his cock at a furious pace. Well, she’d asked for harder, and boy, did she get it.

The intensity of his fucking made her inner animal go crazy, wanting to claw at him, to mark this partner in her fury of lust. Over and over again, his shaft thrust inside of her, and she would have done anything to feel the release of his seed into her waiting center. When one of his talented hands finally moved back down, around her hip and pinched her swollen clit, her pussy spasmed around him, trying with everything it had to take him with her.

With a furious roar, he followed her into bliss, the hot jets of his seed coating her insides. At the same time, she felt his teeth bite deep into her shoulder, and her cat roared as well inside her head, telling her to sink her own teeth into this male—to bite him and mark him as theirs for the entire world to see.

Wait … what the hell did my inner cat just say? Mark him?

Fuck!

“Mine…” he moaned, his cock pushing deep inside of her once more. “You’re mine now, little cat. My mate.”

Double fuck!

 

About the Author:

Sarah Marsh was born in British Columbia where she still lives, she has only recently began her writing career finding it the perfect outlet for taking the edge off a nine to five office job. She’s been a science fiction and romance junkie for years and when her imagination started to take the characters she’d read about even further in their adventures she decided to try writing something of her own.

Sarah’s also a former pastry chef and spends a lot of time cooking and baking for friends and family as well as painting and knitting. Her biggest weaknesses are animals of any kind…she even loves the ones that wake you up at four in the morning because they can almost see the bottom of their food dish.

When it comes to life in general she’s a big believer that laughter is the best medicine and that there’s no such thing as too much love, which is why she’s such a sucker for a happy ending.

 

 

Author page links:

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/sarah-marsh

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A Recommendation: Raisonne Curse

Good morning 🙂 I am not feeling well today due to a severe sinus headache overnight, but I wanted to share this amazing book with you.

One of my favorite books is Raisonne Curse by Rinda Elliott. I read it when it originally came out from Samhain Publishing, and the publisher is now sadly closed. But Rinda has recently re-released the book (and other books) with new covers, and I’m so happy! It’s a fantastic Southern Gothic paranormal romance, and I do hope it does well because I really want to read the next two books in The Brothers Bernaux Trilogy. 

I highly recommend checking this book out, as well as her other books, out 😀

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BLURB:

For years, Elita Raisonne has been on the run from a family curse that endangered her cousins and killed her mother and aunts. On the heels of yet another painful accident, Elita’s only hope is to trek deep into Louisiana’s Atchafayala Basin and ask the mysterious Bernaux brothers for help.

With one look at the beautiful redhead, Pryor Bernaux recognizes the abilities of a powerful hex worker. An evil, black smudge clings to Elita like a deadly shroud. With the help of his brothers, he could break the curse, but Mercer and Wyatt are away and Pryor can see she’s running out of time. He has no choice but to help the woman who makes him want things he and his brothers swore they’d never have.

The magical backlash is torture and the risk he’s taking threatens his heart. Unfortunately, it also threatens his life.
Keep a cold beverage on hand, because the bayou isn’t all that’s hot and steamy in this book. Deadly hexes, naked spellworking, mouthwatering court-bouillon, and sexy Cajuns will curl your toes…and maybe your hair.

SALE ALERT: Ghosts of Kingston Cottage

Ghosts of Kingston Cottage is on sale today through Monday for $0.99!

The first book in the Revenant Investigations series 🙂 ❤

AMAZON ~ EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING

BLURB:

Medium and paranormal investigator Arabella Pierce is sent with her crew to Kingston Cottage, a haunted Maine seafarer’s cottage on an isolated island. For this investigation, her boss has stuck them with skeptical reporter Lucas Brown. Though he’s hot as they come, Arabella can’t trust a man whose sole job is to discredit her and the work she does. Not after what happened with the last few skeptics…

All Lucas may want is the truth, but that doesn’t change her feelings towards him. And when the ghosts appear, she and Lucas must work together—in tight quarters—to convince the resident ghosts to move on before a storm strands the entire crew on the island. Can Arabella put aside her prejudices long enough to see what the ghosts are trying to tell her? And if she does, will she and Lucas have a shot at a lifetime?

 

Special Guest: Sarah Marsh

I’m pleased to welcome Sarah Marsh to the blog with her latest release 🙂

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Catching Faete

Beyond The Veil, Book 4

Published by Evernight Publishing

Cover Art by Jay Aheer

MFM ménage paranormal romance

Blurb:

They say that when one door closes another shall open, but when Erica made her choice to stop a madman, she couldn’t have imagined the price that she would have to pay. The future she’d risked everything for had just changed forever.

            The existence of the Dark Fae and their Goddess comes as a shock, but the fates had one more surprise in store for Erica and her mates in the form of orphaned twin babies who steal their hearts, but these children are not like the Fae Erica is familiar with. They come with powers that she and her husbands know nothing about. Dark Fae council will watch over them to decide if they are capable of raising the twins, making Ben, Erica and Leo feel the pressure of having their every move scrutinized.

            When the twin’s dark powers begin to emerge, will one Fae Queen and two warrior shifters have what it takes to navigate the uncertain waters of parenting? …and will the Dark Fae council decide to let them try?

Purchase Links:

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Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0719JM2Z4

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/catching-faete-mfm

 

Excerpt:

Erica stopped in the doorway and turned to look back at her sleeping babies. The Goddesses truly did work in mysterious ways, she thought. She might not have had the pleasure of birthing the twins, but they were hers. She knew it with everything in her. They were hers!

“Come on, love,” Ben whispered in her ear as he urged her to lean back against him. “Leave them to dream of all the mischief and grief they will cause us over the next few decades. Now that they’re asleep, let’s make the most of this time we have alone.”

Heat swirled within her, and she nodded. They had been Mommy, Poppa, and Daddy all day. Now it was time for Mommy to get her some.

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Leo had gone on ahead to the bedroom and lit all the candles they had, creating a golden glow that made Erica look radiant when she entered moments later with Ben. The smile on her face when she looked his way still made his heart skip a beat, just as it had the very first moment he’d seen her. He would swear that if he didn’t have a shifter’s strength, the sheer joy he’d felt since bringing the babies home and seeing Erica blossom as a mother would have made his heart explode.

He couldn’t have anticipated how two small little beings could instantly repair the gaping hole that had been ripped into their souls when the Goddess Allyria had told them the price they would pay for Alefric’s demise. But here they were, starting a new journey together, albeit, this one filled with much less danger, and much more need for an endless supply of wet wipes, but certainly just as important as anything Leo had ever done in his life previous. They would love and protect these children, and they would raise them to be the kind of people who made both sides of the Veil a better place.

“You look so resolved right now, Leo. What are you thinking about?” Erica stopped in front of him to gently caress his cheek with her hand.

“Just about how lucky we are … and how lucky you’re about to get.” He leaned in to kiss her as he landed a quick smack to her jean covered ass that made her yelp and laugh into his mouth.

“Now we’re talking,” Ben said. He quickly shucked off his own jeans and stepped up behind Erica to unbutton her top, revealing her soft, perfect breasts. He gently pulled back her wrists, using her top as a makeshift rope to bind them behind her. “How do you want it tonight, baby?”

Leo could tell from the quick increase in her breathing that she was in the mood for something a little edgier than “sweet” tonight.

“Mmm, I think I know exactly what our naughty little mate is looking for, don’t I, baby?” He cocked one eyebrow at her, and her eyes grew hooded as she bit down on her lower lip, indicating that she knew exactly the type of evening he had in mind. “Ben, get on the bed, sitting with your back against the headboard. You, my love, strip off those clothes for me, now.”

 

About Maia Dylan:

Maia Dylan lives, loves and works in beautiful New Zealand.  She married her best friend and they have two adorable, but stubborn children who obviously take after their father. 

Maia’s career has featured a lot of travel, and she has filled her time at airports and in the air with books, books and more books.  Her love of erotic paranormal romance has seen her amass a huge library.  She has been an avid reader and lover of ménage romances since she read her first book in this genre about three years ago.

Outside of writing, Maia loves to eat, so she loves to cook!  Her herb garden is legendary, but she still has issues getting tomatoes to grow.  She’s been a performer for years, and has even sung on international stages, she would love to own a classic Ford Mustang one day and of course have the opportunity to race it on a race track without fear of a speeding ticket.

Although ultimately her dream is to be able to write full time on a sandy beach with a Mai Tai at hand, she is quite happy to fit her writing in when she can.  As long as someone reads her books, gets a laugh and maybe come to love her characters and much as she does, then she feels that she is living her dreams no matter what!

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About Sarah Marsh:

Sarah Marsh was born in British Columbia where she still lives. She has only recently began her writing career, finding it the perfect outlet for taking the edge off a nine to five office job. She’s been a science fiction and romance junkie for years and when her imagination started to take the characters she’d read about even further in their adventures, she decided to try writing something of her own. 

Sarah’s also a former pastry chef and spends a lot of time cooking and baking for friends and family as well as painting and knitting. Her biggest weaknesses are animals of any kind … she even loves the ones that wake you up at four in the morning because they can almost see the bottom of their food dish. 

         When it comes to life in general, she’s a big believer that laughter is the best medicine and that there’s no such thing as too much love, which is why she’s such a sucker for a happy ending.

 

Author links:

 

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/sarah-marsh

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/author/sarahmarshfiction

Blog: http://sarahmarshfiction.com/

Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/sarahmarshfiction/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/SM_fiction

Facebook Street Team link: https://www.facebook.com/groups/955387561187276/


 

About Elena Kincaid:

Elena Kincaid is an award winning author. She writes Erotic Paranormal and Contemporary MFM and MF Romances. She developed a passion for reading and writing at an early age and loves to write what she loves to read and that is usually romance with a paranormal twist. Her desk is constantly cluttered with journals, sticky notes, and torn out pieces of paper full of ideas.

She was born in Ukraine and raised in New York, where she currently lives with her daughter. She graduated college with a BFA in creative writing and In addition to writing, she also started a graphic design business a few years after graduating. When not working, Elena loves to spend time with her family, travel the globe, curl up with a good book, and catch up on her soaps.

 

 Author Links:

  

Blog: http://elenakincaid.blogspot.com/

Website: http://www.elenakincaid.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/elenakincaid1

FB Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/elenakincaidthree

FB Beyond The Veil series: https://www.facebook.com/BeyondTheVeilSeries/

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Excerpt: Ghosts of Trenton House

Here is an excerpt from Ghosts of Trenton House (Revenant Investigations, book two) for your Monday reading pleasure 🙂

 

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copyright@Libby Bishop

Oh, how Lena Tompson wished she was still at home, curled up on the couch watching Pride and Prejudice—the Colin Firth version, of course—instead of being at the Revenant Investigations office for an emergency meeting. But that wish wasn’t going to come true. When her boss, Folger, called, they all knew to come immediately. Now Knox Trenton, the once-love-of-her-life, sat in her boss’s office with his forehead creased from worry.

“I’m very sorry to drag you all here at this hour,” Knox said. “But there’s an emergency at Trenton House.”

Arabella Pierce—coworker, medium, and best friend—spoke up. “What do you mean?” Arabella asked.

Knox rubbed his eyes.

He leaked emotions—Lena could feel just how worried he was. Having grown up with and seriously dated Knox, this wasn’t normal for him. Something had to be dreadfully wrong in order for him to bleeding emotions as strongly as he was. As a high level empath he was very good at guarding himself unless he was extremely stressed or tired.

Lena reached out with her own empathy gift to search his feelings, and a brick wall slammed down.

“Nana has done something,” he replied, dread lightly imbedded in his tone.

Oh dear. When his great-grandmother did something to earn that tone of voice it normally meant another feud was brewing with someone, probably a family member. The elderly spitfire was too fiery for her own good at times. “What did Imogene do?”

“You both know the story of my great-grandmother and her twin sister, Ruth.”

“Hard to forget the story,” Arabella replied.

While the story was well known, not many knew the actual details as she and Arabella did. He’d told them in Junior High. And a hell of a story it was.

He turned to Folger. “I’m going to tell you the story, but I ask that you keep it to yourself, for your records. This is a very sensitive issue.”

Folger raised his hand. “What you tell us goes no further than this room.”

Knox sighed. “Thank you. My great aunt Ruth conjured my great grandpa Duke’s spirit when he died of a heart attack in his mid-thirties. She wanted to punish her sister for allowing him into the family and betraying her. Their father trusted Duke and had learned to love him as a son. He willed Trenton House to him and Nana. Ruth was furious with her sister for allowing such a thing, saying that she was betrayed, even though their father left her and her husband well over five hundred thousand dollars and the country house at the edge of town.” He paused, sighing. “Most of the family believes that her objection was solely about Duke’s name being put on the house. I think it’s safe to say that if it was just Nana’s name on the deed, she wouldn’t have been so vehement about the whole thing.”

Lena had been to that country house a few times—a beautiful home that sat on a lovely four acres of land. But Duke being willed Trenton House and watching it fall into his hands, even with Imogene there, was just the tip of the Trenton sister feud.

Lena had seen no real ill-will between Knox and his cousins, but their parents…well, there was a reason she never liked going to the family get-togethers. The barely veiled animosity was like ice cracking against her skin. Knox tried to shield her from most of it but the intensity was too great for him to block all of it. She tolerated the events the best she could, but admitted they’d taken a toll on her, and her view of their relationship.

“And no one knows where Ruth trapped Duke’s spirit,” Arabella said, leaning back against the couch and crossing her legs. “Ruth took that information to the grave.”     “Knox,” Folger said, “tell them what Imogene did.”

Hesitation lightly touched the air, and was clear in his dark brown eyes when he glanced at her. All thoughts of their past momentarily fled when she saw it—something was very wrong all right, and worry intensified in her gut. “Knox?”

He fidgeted in his chair, until he settled for sitting with his back completely straight, as if someone had pulled a string upward, and rested his hands on the arms of the chair.

“Nana…raided Ruth’s crypt at our family’s private cemetery and stole a necklace from her coffin.”

Lena’s mouth dropped in shock. “She did what?”

“That’s not all. When she returned to the house and tried to call her husband’s spirit to her, she ended up summoning Ruth instead.”

“Oh my God,” Arabella whispered.

Knowing what she did of Ruth—whom she’d met only once, at a birthday party shortly before her death—Lena could just imagine how the ghost was taking being summoned by her sister. Death did little to quell emotions. “What do you need us to do?”

He stood, putting his hands in his pants pockets. “I need you two to come talk to Nana and Ruth and try to calm them down before they destroy the entire house battling each other, and tear the family completely apart in the process.”

“What do you mean?” Arabella asked.

“My great uncles, Silas and Wick, are threatening to sue me and my two brothers for both the house and guardianship of Nana if we don’t deal with the situation in the next two weeks. They’re threatening to put her in the Jasmine Home for the Gifted.”

Not good, not good. The Jasmine Home was built specifically to care for elderly people with gifts, ones who couldn’t control their gifts anymore, or those who committed such an act as Knox’s great-grandmother. The home served most of coastal Maine—with other smaller homes scattered throughout the state.

Imogene would consider it a prison, and that did not bode well for those around her.

“Does Imogene know?” she asked. “What about Silas and Wick’s children?”

“I told her today. As for Silas and Wick’s children, they’ve agreed to help their fathers if Nana doesn’t undo what she’s done. All but Brendon, who’s trying to help me.”

She took a deep breath. “What do you need of us?”

His eyes softened, and for a split second she felt her heart melt, just a little.

Claimed by the Wolf Excerpt

For your Thursday reading pleasure, here is an excerpt of Claimed by the Wolf 🙂

 

AMAZON ~ EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ~ BOOKSTRAND

copyright@Libby Bishop

She woke to the soft crooning of Dean Martin and the heat of another body. She didn’t remember falling asleep, or being lifted back into the bed, but Katee did remember one thing—Mathias had not left her once. And he was still with her now, spooning against her with a strong arm around her. His hand around a breast and holding her against him. His skin was hot against hers, and though she was naked, she could feel that he wore pajama pants.

That made her insides all warm and gooey.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked groggily, voice thick with sleep.

“Yes. I feel like I’ve slept for days.”

“Your body?” he asked, hand not moving from her breast. He seemed rather possessive of it.

“Aches a bit, but the pain from yesterday is gone.”

His hand moved, much to her disappointment. But it didn’t leave her. He lightly caressed across her chest to her arm. Then, up and down her arm as he nuzzled her neck, which sent a wave of heat through her. She couldn’t help but press closer—from shoulders to legs.

That roaming hand settled on her hip and gripped it lightly, adjusting their position slightly, so that her ass was pressed against a distinct hardness that caused her to sigh. Goosebumps created from awareness and anticipation ran along her arms, and her wolf rose to the surface, brushing along her skin at the feel of his.

For just a moment she wondered if that was her answer—her wolf reacting to his. But the feel of his lips pressing against her neck chased the thought away.

Katee sighed, her skin warming. She turned her head to meet his gaze as he leaned over her—his blue eyes were like molten liquid, moving between human and wolf. The sight of that made her breath catch in her throat.

He lowered his head slowly, and her gaze flicked between those beautiful eyes and his lips. Her heart skipped a beat, the anticipation mounting, the heat coiling in her belly. Her wolf rolled underneath her skin, practically begging her to close the gap. But she waited, and she did that because she wanted Mathias to make the first move so that she would know he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. If he backed away, then she’d know it was because she was a new wolf.

Or, that’s what her fuzzy logic was telling her.

She let out a soft sigh as his mouth hovered just above hers, closing her eyes. The first touch of his lips sent a zap of electricity up her spine, awareness and desire mixing together. She could sense his want of her, that his wolf held back, approaching her slowly so that the human side of Mathias had first contact instead of overwhelming her with the beast.

Her wolf could sense all of that, and that strengthened her desire for him.