by Jianne Carlo
Contemporary Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense
Categories: Action/Adventure, Mystery/Thriller
August 12, 2012
Heat Level: Sizzling
Length: 233 pages
Susie White wants no picket fences, no alpha, and no cubs. White wolf woman she may be, but no pack for her, no sireee. Alpha me not, that’s her motto. In all caps.
Mercenary and half-breed wolf Joe Huroq’s not looking for a mate. Stop and go screwing, that’s his motto. Hot and heavy between missions. Then he glimpses his new neighbor tanning nude and the situation explodes.
Literally. Susie’s house is consumed by fire. What’s Joe to do but offer Susie his hospitality?
Susie can’t resist the temptation of big, bad, mercenary, so she suggests a friends with benefits arrangement which he accepts with an amazing alacrity. The sex is frantic, hot, and frequent. Neither one can keep their hands off the other.
Then children go missing. The fire’s deemed arson. Bodies pile up. Susie refuses to accept Joe’s mate claim. Can he keep her safe when she won’t obey a single order?
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
Excerpt -Alpha Me Not! –Adult:
Joe’s lips moved.
She heard nothing but the roaring in her head.
Part of her craved his dominance. Yearned to yield to him, to surrender her body to his rule, to give him leave to discover the secret fantasies she’d buried, to submit her soul to his care. But the logical Susie, the one who didn’t trust her own instincts, wanted nothing more than to run away. Pretend the last two days had never happened. Get out while the getting was good.
Before she lost her heart.
Before she lost control.
Before she turned into the type of woman she’d sworn to never become. A white wolf woman who needed an alpha to be complete.
Alpha me not.
The phrase was her mantra, her motto, her goal. It had been the reason she’d avoided males of her kind.
“This isn’t going to work,” she repeated.
No alpha for her.
She opened her mouth to blow him away with a slew of ready reasons of why nothing could work between them. His lips captured hers, and his tongue shattered the tiny molecule of rationality still clinging to her gray matter into a black hole.
Gawd, the man could kiss.
He had the talents of a snake charmer, but the hypnotic melody played through his lips, his touch, his inferno of an embrace. He surrounded her, enshrouded her, coated her pores with the potent, primitive pheromones of male supremacy. He engaged all her senses and stomped her waning protests into oblivion.
Not capable of a single coherent thought, not able to formulate a word, she molded her body to his. Knit her fingers through his thick curls, pressed him closer, and followed his lead. Accepting the invitation of his wicked tongue as he waltzed caresses from the roof of her mouth to the two-step exploration of her teeth, he swirled her into the blazing heat of him.
His lips enticed, entranced, with slow suckles and soft nips. His toothed exploration of her jaw had her knees wobbling. When he tongued her ear, she clung to him for support.
He nibbled the lobe gently.
A conflagration centered in her pulsing clit ignited. Her pussy folds slickened, and the creaming intensified under his languid perusal of the rim of her ear. Heated dampness coated the skin at the juncture of her thighs.
She arched her neck in mute resignation, conceding carnal defeat, and shivered in anticipation. Moaning her mounting frustration when he skipped little love bites along the slope of her neck, she grabbed his arms and dug her nails into the steel of his biceps.
His low chortle ratcheted the burn in her clit to a blaze. She squeezed her legs together, jammed her mound over his stiff cock, and growled her objections when he eased his groin away from hers. When he returned to tantalizingly thrust his leg between hers and then retreat, moving in smaller and smaller dizzying twirls, she could do nothing but mirror his movements.
He broke the contact of their fused lips.
About the Author
My motto is simple: Alpha Me Please. While strong heroines, exotic locations, and cultural differences are my forte, I go weak in the knees for warriors of any type, rebels, SEAls, Vikings, and bad-ass mercenaries.
Send me a man with an attitude and I'll find the right woman to tame him. My writing career began in 2008, and since then I've been lucky enough to have over twenty books published. Most of my books are TOP PICKs and several have been nominated for and won awards and prizes.
Nothing makes my day more than an email from someone who’s read one of my books. So far, I've received emails from almost every continent on the planet. Almost…
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