They call him The Beast…
Hunter Monahan uses his scars as a
shield to hold people at bay. That way no one can get too close and see the
vulnerable man underneath the cold exterior. That is until he wins Emilia in a card game, when her no
good for nothing brother puts his sister up for collateral.
Hunter knows that the woman he used
to bounce on his knee as a child is far too young and innocent to be tied to a
cynical, scarred bear shifter, but he made a promise to her mother to look
after her little girl. Besides his bear wants his mate, come what may, and he
has a score to settle.
Their contract ensures her
submission for the Christmas weekend, but Emilia’s instinctive responses work
their own brand of Christmas magic on Hunter.
He never celebrates it, but this
festive season all he wants under his tree is Emilia, preferably naked, tied,
and entirely at his mercy…
Blurb:
I’m the beast, haven’t you heard….
Christmas is supposed to be a time for miracles and one will surely be needed
when Emilia Duncan finds herself sold to the beast to save her father’s company.
Having lusted after the much older, enigmatic man for as long as she can
remember, spending the Christmas weekend as his submissive will satisfy her
raging libido, but can she protect her heart?
Bear Shifter Hunter Monahan cannot stand idly by when Emilia is thrown to the
wolves. There is only one shifter who will get his claws into her and that’s
him. The contract ensures her submission for the weekend. Too bad his bear
wants much more than that.
Hunter is used to hiding behind his gruesome scars, but in the bid for Emilia’s
heart, that is not an option this time. Isolated in his cabin, it’s not
just the snow that melts.
Be Warned: BDSM, sex toys, anal sex
Excerpt:
“I said you’re mine,
kitten,” he finally said, and Emilia’s heart leapt for joy. “You always will
be, but I want to see you happy. You don’t need to be settled with a cynical,
scarred bear shifter like me, especially as your father will never talk to you
again, if you do.” He put his hand up when she was going to interrupt him, and
continued.
“No, let me finish. He is
your father, and I know you well enough to know that you love him and that good
for nothing brother of yours. Despite what you said to them when you left, you
could no more turn your back on them than you could stop breathing, and that’s
one of the many things about you that I…”
His bear growled, and
Emilia forgot to breathe at the struggle she sensed in him. She scooted closer
and put her hand on his tense thigh.
“You what, Sir? Please
don’t clam up on me now,” she said.
A grim smile kicked up
the corner of his mouth, and she leant in closer to kiss that spot. A growl
erupted from his chest, and before Emilia could blink she was on the floor with
him towering above her. Right now he didn’t look very much in control of his
bear, and that thought sent adrenaline coursing through her body.
Holding himself off of
her with his hands placed next to her head, and his arms locked, he ground his
groin against hers and the solid heat of his erect cock meant that Emilia’s
hormones took over. Moisture flooded her underwear, and her nipples tried to
poke through the soft fabric covering them. As comfortable as her jumper was
the fabric chafed against the sensitive peaks, and Emilia bit her lip to stop
from whimpering her need.
Hunter groaned and
bending his head claimed her mouth in an earth shattering kiss that left her
breathless and so needy she was going to scream if he didn’t do something other
than kiss her.
He pulled away, and the
heat in his gaze sent her arousal into fever pitch. Emilia shifted her legs
wider, and they both groaned as he settled himself right between her legs.
“Fuck it, Emilia. I
can’t do this anymore. I want you too damn much.”
Hunter’s voice came out
distorted, and more of his bear showed as his muscles expanded and he grew
bigger above her.
“Then have me, all of
me, please.” Emilia gasped her reply, all too aware of the barely leashed
aggression that poured out of his very pores. It should send her running, yet
it had the opposite effect on her. Beads of perspiration slid into her eyes,
clouding her vision. Trapped as she was under his bulk, her clothes felt heavy
and restrictive, and Hunter seemed to burn hotter still, as he grew perfectly
above her. His nostrils flared and he inhaled roughly, as though he, too, had
trouble drawing air into his lungs. Emilia blinked to clear her vision, and she
couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sight of his fangs. His incisors grew
longer, more menacing somehow in the orange glow from the fire, and she didn’t
dare breathe when he dipped his head and ran those lethal teeth along her neck.
“This is your last
chance to cry red, kitten. This time when I fuck you, I will claim you,
body and soul. You will be mine, to carry my mark, so that everyone will know
who you belong to. I want to cover you in my cum, bite you all over, and leave
my marks on you forever. Do you understand me?”
Emilia nodded, utterly
unable to get her voice to work, and Hunter threw his head back and roared. The
vibrations of that growl shook the very ground they lay on, and she locked her
ankles behind his ass to enable her to grind her hips against the solid bulge
in his jeans. So close. God, she was so close already, if only….
Hunter bucked and
dislodged her, until she lay winded, face down on the rug. Hunter yanked her
jumper up and her leggings down, and the first hard, stinging swat of his hand
on her ass took her breath away. Several more followed in quick succession, and
then he lifted her on her knees, and pushed her upper body back down into the
rug. Her jumper gave way with an audible rip, as he used his claws to get if
off her.
“Do. Not. Move.” Every
growled word was accentuated by another swat to her ass. Heat spread across her
skin, and she jumped when he replaced his hands with his teeth, while pushing
several fingers into her wet pussy.
Emilia whimpered and
mewled like the kitten he called her, as he fucked her with his fingers, while
marking her body with his teeth just like he’d promised, until her skin was
just a mass of hot sensation. Up and down her spine into the hollow of her
back, over her ass and the insides of her thighs, until she didn’t know which
part of her he hadn’t reached.
Pinned in place by his
clawed hand on her shoulder, and his fingers buried deep inside her, keeping
her teetering on the edge of her release, she had nowhere to go.
Emilia whined when he
withdrew his fingers, and Hunter pushed his digits, slicked by her arousal,
into her mouth, and smacked her ass again. Emilia bit down, and the taste of
her arousal mixed with his blood, and Hunter grunted his approval.
“Fuck, yes. Do that
again.”
His claws sliced through
her shoulder, while he dug his fingers deeper into her mouth and jaw. The pain
just added to her arousal until her whole body felt on fire. Teetering on the
edge, she screamed, as he ran his thick cock through her wet slit and then
drove in deep.
“I’m going to fuck you so
hard, baby. You’re mine.”
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Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for
Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people
find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler
and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust
bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess
she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like
working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more
than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend
to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris
burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and
quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha
heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary
to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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