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Rough excerpt from Wolf’s Capture, still in progress

Smarts kept Brody from attacking, but never fear. When the time came, he would join the battle and rank high when it came to his share of kills. After all, he did have a reputation as a bad ass wolf to maintain. And a certain moose to put in his place. All about the rack indeed.

It was time to put those who thought their antlers were so mighty in their place. Never doubt the power of fur and fang. Awoo!

With his feet on the ground, and the attackers well out of sight, Brody wasted no time, shedding his clothes and tossing them at the base of the tree before letting his flesh ripple and his shape twist until he stood in his four legged form. He stretched, a mighty timber wolf with brindled fur, sharp teeth and a howl that could carry for miles.

Antlers can’t do that. But they did make great chandeliers. Odd how Boris didn’t appreciate the ornate one Brody sent him on his birthday. Ungrateful, moose.

Sucking in a deep breath, Brody howled, an ululating cry meant to warn any inhabitants still slumbering or unaware.

Someone heard his warning and passed the message along. The quiet of night soon filled with snarls and roars as his kin, not military trained and less prone to quiet, prepared to meet the menace threatening them.

Welcome to Kodiak Point. We might seem civilized from the outside but threaten us and we will tear your throat out. And that was just the men.

Testing out excerpts for Polar Bared

What do you think of this snippet from the story?

Excerpt:

With a growl, he shifted shapes and stood, hands on his hips, glaring down at her.

“What am I going to do with you?” he muttered aloud.

She would, of course, take that moment to flutter her eyes open, blink, take in his appearance, and then, instead of screaming as expected, replied, in a slurred voice, “Wow. Can I suggest you do me?”

Well, that was unexpected. He surely misunderstood. “What the fuck did you say?”

She squinted, her glasses lost or tucked away. “You are naked.”

“Very.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you naked? It’s cold out here.” As if to make that point clear, she shivered. “So cold.”

He held in yet another sigh. “You need to get somewhere warm before you die.”

“You mean I’m not dead yet?”

“Emphasis on the yet,” he grumbled.

“Oh. I guess I’m close then. That would explain why I’m hallucinating a giant naked man is talking to me.”

She thought him a hallucination? That might actually work in his favor.

“This is all a dream.”

A sigh escaped her. “Figures. I never have good ones. Why can’t I have one where I’m on a warm beach? With you naked still of course.” She smiled and giggled.

Gene frowned. Someone was feeling the effects of being out in the cold for too long. It happened. Something about the air, and other mumbo jumbo shit he didn’t pay much attention to. As a shifter he didn’t suffer from normal human frailties.

But she apparently did.

“Do you have a name?” he asked as he bent down to pick her up.

“Victoria, but people usually call me Vicky. Or Trippy. I’m a little clumsy,” she said in an almost whisper, as if confiding in him.

Clumsy was understating it from what he’d seen so far. With her in his arms, he faced the dilemma of how to climb the hill. He solved it the same way he had in the desert with one of his fallen mates. “I’m going to put you on my back. I need you to hold tight around my neck and wrap your legs around my waist.”

“You want me to piggyback you?”

“Yes,” he said, shifting her around his torso.

She clung to him, her chin resting on his shoulder, her limbs snug around him. It warmed him more than it should have.

“Don’t let go,’ he warned as he began to climb.

“I won’t. I can do anything in a dream,” she announced. “I can pretend I’m skinny and beautiful. I can meet strange naked men. I can even kiss them.”

And she did. She planted a sloppy smooch on his neck, and he almost lost his footing.

“What the hell was that for?” he barked.

“A thank you?” she said in a meek voice.

“You don’t need to thank me. This is a dream, remember?” He practically growled the words at her but couldn’t erase the sizzling heat of her embrace.

 

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A BIG polar bear romance.

 

Gene only has one thing on his mind, vengeance, until Vicky crashes into his life.

When Vicky accidentally slides into the side of a polar bear, she doesn’t expect to fall in love. Eaten yes, perhaps used as a chew toy, but become the object of a bear’s affection and lust?

Crazy! Almost as crazy as the fact the polar bear turns out to be a man. A sexy man. A man who growls, and roars and does everything he can to chase her away.

Only to come back.

Poor Gene. After the pain and betrayal he suffered in the war all he wants is vengeance against the brothers who left him behind. But he’s confused when instead of wanting to punish him for his evil acts, they offer him forgiveness.

As if that weren’t annoying enough, the cutest geek he ever met—with caramel kissed skin covering a lush, rounded figure and wearing the sexiest dark rimmed glasses—won’t leave him alone. Or more like, he can’t seem to stop following her. And it isn’t just because someone is out to hurt her.

He wants her. But does he want her more than vengeance?

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The One Inside the Looking Glass

Alyssa has the opportunity of a lifetime staring her in the face–the chance to become Senior Creative Director at the magazine she works for. It’s her dream job, everything she’s ever wanted… Right?

With her eccentric husband telling her she’s become superficial, the strange scavenger hunt/riddle-infused wild goose chase of a job interview she is on, and the sudden appearance of a bizarre man who thinks he’s the Mad Hatter and who is acting like her conscience, she is no longer sure.

Only one thing is certain. Alyssa feels like she has gone straight down the rabbit hole, and nothing is what she had imagined it to be. The questions are, when she is forced to look at herself in the looking glass, will she like what she sees?

And who will she imagine being by her side, if anyone?

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Nothing screams Captured, like a story with alien abduction

We made it! Today is the last day of our coverage of the Captured Box set! Today we’ll conclude the series with one final abduction, Choosing Riley by USAT & Multi-award winning author, S.E. Smith!

  Things take a turn for the worse when Riley St. Claire is kidnapped by aliens and forced to choose a mate. The problem is, it would have been better, and safer, for the aliens if they had left Riley back on Earth.

Riley St. Claire has always followed her own rules. When she discovers her current employer is not as law abiding as she thought, she has to leave town in a hurry or end up buried with the dead guy she discovered. What she doesn’t expect is to find herself being picked up by a passing trader from another world.

As the ruling King of Sarafin, Vox d’Rojah, was expected to produce a son who would be joined in marriage with the first born daughter of the King of Valdier. The problem was Vox had no intentions of having any sons, at least not in the near future. He was quite happy with the wide selection of females he had at his disposal. When he is captured by a ruthless Valdier royal and sold to a mining operation the last thing he expected to find with his bride mate.

Vox isn’t sure which would be easier: fighting another war with the Valdier or capturing and holding onto the human female who is unlike anything he has ever encountered before.

Now, Vox has to escape back to his world while fighting pirates, traders, and Riley!

The King of Sarafin has met his match with Ms. Riley St. Claire from Earth. Now, he just needs to figure out a way to let her know he has chosen her as his Queen and he has every intention of keeping her by his side forever.

 The Captured Box Set: 9 Alpha Bad Boys Who Will Capture Your Heart, is available now!

 Excerpt from Choosing Riley, by USAT & Multi-Award winning author, S.E. Smith

“Choose,” the disembodied voice said.

Choose? Choose what? Riley thought, looking around her in disbelief at the rock walls.

Choose to get the fuck out of this crazy nightmare? Hell, yeah. Choose to kill the bastards who put me in  this miserable spot? Oh, hell yeah. Choose…

Riley jerked when she felt the ice-cold claw poke her in the back for the third time. Looking around,  she followed the arm of the creature standing next to her as it pointed down over the edge of a small  platform. She really was trying for that nice stage of being totally zoned out, but the damn creatures  who kidnapped her twenty days before had an annoying habit of bringing her back to the unfortunate  situation she was in.

“Choose,” the nearly eight-foot-tall stick figure said again.

Riley couldn’t help the little smirk that lifted the corner of her mouth. She really couldn’t.

After the first week of captivity, she had moved from being mind-numbingly terrified to just downright  pissed off at life. She figured if she was going to die, she might as well do what she did best: piss  everyone off around her. That was what had gotten her into this situation in the first place—her big  mouth and smart-ass attitude.

Okay, maybe she shouldn’t have pissed off her boss by telling him what he could do with his wandering  hands when he grabbed her ass for the third time that day. Better yet, she shouldn’t have broken his  nose, his hand, and more than likely his nuts since he had been screaming more than an octave or two  higher than a soprano. Yeah, that probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do.

Especially since his daddy happened to be the local sheriff. She was a bail bondsman, for heaven’s sake.

Any freaking idiot should have known better than to mess with her. Her line of work required she know  a certain amount of self-defense.

God, she thought. I really should have never taken that job.

When her boss swore she would never leave town alive after she beat the shit out of him, she figured it  was time to get the hell out of Righteous, New Mexico. Of course, the fact her boss owned the local bail  bond company and had a somewhat lucrative business going with his daddy should have been her first  warning that something wasn’t right, she’d thought as she grabbed her purse and a large manila folder  full of incriminating evidence against both of them. Finding out that daddy and junior were also running  illegal weapons and drugs were definitely her second and third warnings. Of course, the little tidbit of   information she had found that morning about the dead guy buried under the storage unit had been  the real reason she figured she had made a bad mistake. That information was now safely tucked into  the manila folder stuffed in her purse, and it had gone along with her as she left the small town she had  been living in for the past six months as fast as her old Ford could drive.

She actually might have had a chance to live a little longer if a series of life’s usual little hiccups hadn’t  been blessed upon her. Again. Of course, if the car had been further than one push to the nearest  junkyard it would have helped her great nonexistent getaway plans. It would have been better yet if  the damn car hadn’t broken down just over the state line on the outskirts of the desert. She knew she  should have purchased a new one last month, but she was such a tightwad she wanted to get every last  mile out of it. And boy, did she!

Oh, and she couldn’t forget her best idea yet—getting in a truck with a guy who had more piercings and  tattoos than a model for Prick Magazine instead of walking the three miles to the bar she had seen a  roadside sign for.

No, I had to get my fat—Riley sighed. No, my maturely figured ass into the scum-bucket’s truck.

Riley sighed again. I really, really should have taken those anger management classes like my sainted   sister, Tina, said I needed.

Unable to keep the grin off her face, Riley thought back to the look on the pierced, tattooed guy’s face  when she shot him the bird as he drove off, leaving her in the middle of that godforsaken hell’s beach  just as it was getting dark.

Give him a fucking blow job if I wanted a ride out of the desert, Riley thought savagely. Not bloody likely.

She showed him! As soon as he pulled over to the side of the road, she had been out of the truck  cussing him up one side and down the other. Her Grandma Pearl would have been proud of her. She  remembered every cuss word her grandmother ever said and a few her grandma probably didn’t even  know. Of course, he had left her mature ass in the middle of nowhere.

Riley thought she was a goner until she had seen all those little lights coming toward her. How the  hell was she supposed to know the fucking aliens had messed up where Area 51 was and ended up in  Nowhere, Arizona? Riley had thought she was about to be rescued by a dwarf biker gang riding dirt  bikes, not some alien spaceship out for a Monday night cruise for well-endowed women.

“Choose!” the tall creature growled out loudly.

Riley cleared her throat before turning to the stick-figured alien dwarfing her. “Choose what?” she  asked, unable to hold back the slightly crazed giggle that had been threatening to escape her.

She giggled again at finally making the creature’s blank face break into a frustrated scowl. The creature  slowly fisted its clawed hands before its shoulders actually drooped.

“Choose a male,” Antrox 785 said wearily.

Riley raised her perfectly arched eyebrows at the creature before turning to look at the selection of men  who had been paraded in while she had been reflecting on how her attitude might have played a part  in her present predicament. She had been watching haphazardly as a different female—at least she  thought they were female—had been led to stand where she was now. She was told—in a rather rude  manner if you asked her—that she was being given the last choice because of her being so disagreeable,  unpleasant, and downright ugly. She had, of course, taken it all in stride until the last comment and had  to be restrained again after she‘d punched the stickman guarding her in what she hoped was his balls.

Whatever the creatures had under their tunics, it laid the guy out cold.

Now, she was staring at one eight-foot-tall glob of green, oozing snot, something resembling a two-foot,  two-headed lizard, and three six-foot-four or more drop-dead gorgeous hunks.

Riley’s eyes widened. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was thirstier than hell so she didn’t have the  capacity to produce enough spit, she would have sworn she was drooling.

She could tell by their build and their eyes and maybe the markings on their arms, chest, and shoulders,  oh and did she mention their sharp teeth as they growled at the stick-alien, that they weren’t human,  but man-oh-man did they look yummy! Riley thought dreamily for a moment before perking up again.

“What happens to the males that aren’t chosen?” Riley asked curiously, never taking her eyes off the  three males.

“They will be used as food,” Antrox said with a frown. “Choose! All mated males will be kept to work in  the mines. Mated males are easier to control as they are protective of their female. Now choose your  male!”

“What if I don’t want to choose a male?” Riley asked sarcastically as she turned to face the tall creature  next to her. “What if I don’t feel like choosing a male? What if I don’t even like males?” Riley added.

Right at that moment, she honestly believed she might not ever like any male ever again! After all, it  was men who had started this whole hateful series of events starting with her no-good, dimwitted boss.

Now, this overgrown toothpick expected her to just pick one of the bastards and mate with him?

That is so seriously not going to happen. Restraints or not, I will beat the shit out of any guy who tries to  mate with me, she thought fiercely.

She wasn’t going to mate with any alien, no matter how cute they looked. She had watched enough  science fiction movies to cure her of ever wanting any alien booty! What if those things decided to do  some body snatching or exploding out of her? A shudder went through Riley at the thought.

Antrox 785 looked back and forth between Riley and the men on the platform below him with a  confused expression on his face. “Why would you not want to choose a male? You are female! All of our  data points to you being the weaker of your species and in need of a male for protection.” Antrox looked  from the males back to Riley again. “Why would you not like males?”

Riley let loose a slightly hysterical laugh. Okay, maybe she was still just a little terrified. “Why don’t I  like males? Now, that is the sixty-four-thousand-dollar question, isn’t it? How about we go get a bottle  or two of your strongest booze, get good and drunk, and I’ll tell you why I don’t like males anymore!”

Riley’s voice was growing louder with each word. “Let’s start with you!”

Uh-oh, is she in for trouble, or pleasure? Grab your copy of Captured to find out.

Hottest Hero Contest – Please Vote :D

Wow, a lot of readers think Everett is hottest hero material. He made it to the latest round in All Romance’s Hottest Hero contest! Awooo! But, now comes the toughest match up of all. Is Everett sexy enough? Is he awesome? If yes, then I hope you’ll vote for his hunky ass.

But first, a peek inside his mind as he details what he thinks makes a man strong.

A strong man isn’t defined by his muscles—even if I have impressive ones—but more by his character and morals. Strength comes from determination. In other words, never give up. No matter what kind of chase the three hoodlum pigs led me on, or how sweet Granny looked even when wielding her wicked axe, I didn’t back down and I always save the day.

A strong man knows to look past what other people might claim and make his own decisions. Why, if I’d blindly done what FUC told me to, I’d have arrested my sweet little doe without question and never found love. But I’m not a man to let others tell me what to think. I judge a person on their merit, their actions and what’s inside. Once you’re in my good books, I’ll huff and puff at anyone who thinks they can push you around. And be warned, a strong will and an even tougher love, means don’t mess with my doe or I will unleash my big bad wolf on your ass. Awoo!

Things heat up…especially when this fiery heroine is Captured

Hello & Welcome back Readers! Today we take another look into the Captured Box’s paranormal stories, and this one is by far the hottest- literally. Without further adieu, let us turn up the heat with NYT & USAT Bestselling author Mandy Rosko’s story, Burns Like Fire.

 Scarred by flame and the loss of his family, Jack Marilla will stop at nothing to take down the fire-starter that ruined his life, but only if he can resist her fiery temptation…

Jack Marilla is out for revenge for the deaths of his family, and the burn scars that cover his body. To get it, he has to hunt down the woman he used to love, the paranormal fire starter who set his house ablaze with him, and his family, locked inside of it. When he catches her, however, he faces his biggest challenge yet. To not believe her when she claims to be innocent, or fall for her seduction…

 The Captured Box Set: 9 Alpha Bad Boys Who Will Capture Your Heart, is available now!

Excerpt from Burns like Fire by NYT & USAT Bestselling Author, Mandy Rosko

“Hi, Cindy.”

Cindy stared at him. Her bright amethyst eyes widened so he could see the whites all around.  Her glossy peach lips dropped open as her facial expression changed from scared to all hell to  just plain confused. He got a real dumb sense of satisfaction over that. Yeah, she’d thought he  was good and dead.

“Jack?” she practically shrieked his name.

She was so focused on his face, probably wondering why it wasn’t melted, or why he was even  alive, that she didn’t look down and see the rag or the shackles hanging in his free hand until it  was too late.

She tried to jump to the passenger side, to get away, but Jack lunged. He grabbed her by her  frail shoulders and pushed her down across the seats. He pushed the rag hard over her mouth and  nose before she could shriek for help.

He had the shackle in his other hand and he almost got it down on her wrist before she punched  him good and hard in the nose. Her thin, tiny knuckles didn’t look like much, but they hurt like a  bitch on impact. He thought he even heard a crunch.

“Ah, fuck!” He reared back and dropped the cuffs to the floor of her car, but he didn’t take the  cloth off of her nose as he cursed and yelled.

That fucking hurt! Blood dripped from his nose and onto her pale collarbone and dress in the  struggle. She got him good that time. He wasn’t about to let her do it to him again.

Her sharp manicured nails scratched at his hands, drawing even more blood. Jack grabbed  both of her wrists and yanked them above her head, holding them down with one hand while he  kept up the pressure of the cloth with the other. She kicked and struggled as she breathed in the  chemical, but she didn’t have the strength to buck him off and he avoided her knees when she  tried to get him in the balls.

Don’t summon fire. Don’t summon fire, he chanted in his head over and over again. She had it  in her eyes, he could see it building up around her as the temperature of her body increased.

If she burned him, he wouldn’t be able to handle it. He’d fly right off her and she’d be as good  as gone. She’d get away and he might never find her again.

Cindy’s struggles beneath him started to let up. There wasn’t much physical strength to begin  with, but now it was almost nonexistent as the hint of flames left her eyes, and her body went   Jack released her hands. He panted for breath as if he was the one who’d just lost the fight. The  car stank of sweat mixed with the sweet scent of the chloroform. He was careful to keep the rag  away from his own face, already starting to feel sort of dizzy himself.

“I finally got you,” he said.

Then Cindy’s eyes widened as she came alive again. She clawed at his hands and arms with her  manicured nails, scratching deep.

“Fuck! Stop that!” Jack roared, grabbing onto her wrists and yanking them above her head.

Holy shit, she’d just faked that. Smart. It pissed him the hell off, but he had to admit it was   When blood beaded up from the scratches on his hand, Jack growled, and he forgot all about  being impressed. Was she ever going to pass out? Had he used enough of the chemical? If she  didn’t go under soon then that fire would come and light him up like his father and brothers.

No fire came. Cindy’s struggles weakened, for real this time as he held the rag to her face, for  longer this time.  Her bright, fearful eyes slid shut as she gave one last jerk before going under.

Jack sighed, relaxing his tense muscles as the only sound in the car was his own heavy  breathing. He wiped the sweat off his brow. Not the worst paranormal he’d put under by far, but  she hadn’t given in easily.

Adrenaline rushed through him as he stared down at her unconscious form. Cindy’s hair was  all over the damned place, her arms up high as her breasts rose and fell in sleep. She could have  just dozed off for how innocent she looked. The only thing that gave away the struggle was her  flushed skin.

He pulled the damp cloth away from her mouth and nose. He hadn’t even realized his heart was  beating so fast, and he lifted himself off of her.

Being on top of an unconscious woman was creepy, regardless of who she was and why they  were both there.

“Holy Christ,” he sighed, letting himself drop to the cool and dirty pavement of the parking lot.

He sucked in a breath of clean, fresh air, and carded his fingers through his hair.

Though he hated having to touch her again, even for the capture, he’d still noticed how smooth  her skin felt when he’d grabbed her arms. Her body beneath his had been exactly the same. It was  like muscle memory had taken over when he’d straddled her, and as she’d bucked her hips up to  try and push him off, his body had responded.

It wasn’t his fault his dick didn’t know the difference between fighting and fucking, that it  didn’t realize she’d been trying to get him off of her, not gyrating against his heavy prick for  Jack shook his head. That was too weird, especially considering she’d burned down the house  he and his family had been sleeping in..

Fuck that and fuck her. He wasn’t going to feel guilty because he was a healthy male who was  reacting to a beautiful woman. She was the one with something to answer for, not him.

All because Jack had been the one guy in the whole history of time stupid enough to tell a pyro  that his family made their profession out of hunting paranormals for the government.

Really, what had he expected her to do? Be happy about it?

“I got you,” he said again, and then he laughed as he stared up at the night sky. The stars were  bright. “I got you.”

 He’s Captured her but now what will he do with her?

 

He can fight it, but she OUTFOXES him

I’m under attack!

Not from enemy fire, or a true foe, nothing more deadly than a…kiss. A kiss that smashed through the walls he’d erected. An intimate press of lips that disarmed him completely and utterly. A sly ploy by a vixen who threatened him sweetly with his own gun.

“Still think it was a stroke of luck?” she asked in a playful tone.

If someone would have told him getting bested by a woman and threatened with his own weapon would turn him on, he would have punched them out. But that was before it happened to him.

 

Don’t moose with his fox.


































A bullheaded moose doesn’t stand a chance when a fox decides to make him her mate.

Boris left to defend his country still a boy. He came back a changed man. A damaged man.

But Jan still wants him.

A man of few words, Boris has a firm way of saying No, but a determined vixen knows he’s her mate. Jan has not had much success in getting her bullheaded moose to notice her, but all that changes when her life is put in danger.

Suddenly the damaged soldier keeps finding excuses to come to her rescue, but as far as Jan is concerned, her mate is the one in need of saving.

It will take some subtle maneuvering to outfox her moose into admitting he loves her, but this wily vixen is more than ready for the challenge. And if that doesn’t work, momma’s offered to loan her the shot gun used for her own engagement.

Welcome to Kodiak Point, where the wildlife might wear clothes, but animal instinct rules the heart.

Teresa Morgan is here with Handcuffed to the Sheikh

Alien abductions? Paranormal jaguar problems? How can the Captured box set get any crazier? Well, Teresa Morgan has the answer in the form of a hilarious & peculiar story about a crazy man and a pair of handcuffs. Always a good start, right? Today we’ll be looking at Handcuffed to the Sheikh by NYT & USAT Bestselling author, Teresa Morgan!

  The last thing Maxine Foss ever expected was to be handcuffed to a sexy, but crazy, guy who claims he’s an Arabian prince… and is determined to seduce her. Best. Abduction. Ever.

 

When she opened her front door, the last thing Maxine Foss expected was a hot stranger with a set of handcuffs. Now she’s shackled to a sexy, but crazy, person who claims he’s an Arabian prince—and her lover. No way. If she had ever gotten naked with a guy this delicious, she would never forget.

 Insanity is catching…

 Alone in a secluded cabin, Sayd offers his body for her pleasure. But the price for giving in to his temptation could be her sanity, not to mention her freedom… and just maybe, her life.

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Excerpt from Handcuffed to the Sheikh, by NYT & USAT Bestselling Author, Teresa Morgan

“You are very quiet,” her abductor said, in a casual tone, steering the bike even more casually. “Have you thought about apologizing to me? Offering an explanation? Perhaps some begging? I do enjoy your begging, under other circumstances.”

She seesawed between rage and disbelief. Why should she apologize to him? He was the one who’d just committed a crime and he wanted to blame her for it? Acid growled in her gut at the injustice of it. But his words made her brain skip in confusion, like a CD with a scratch.

“I will never apologize to you,” she spewed at him, as if the words were poisonous.

He slammed the brakes so hard the bike jerked. On instinct, she grabbed him for support.

With her hands clamped to his chest, she felt his heart beating a furious tempo, even through his

jacket. He’d handled the bike… hell, he’d committed the act of abduction with such calm, but underneath the outward signs, he hid some great emotion. Excitement at his upcoming torture session? Or maybe something else?

She felt him slow his breaths as if measuring them out. He removed his helmet leisurely, with a

controlled deliberateness.

The moon, emerging from behind its cloudy screen for an instant, made his hair gleam blue-black. His profile, all strong chin and harsh lines, made her suck in a breath. His all-male gorgeousness

seemed designed to melt women in their tracks. Combined with his powerful body, he didn’t seem like the kind of guy who needed to abduct any girl. In fact, she could picture women lining up to be kidnapped by him. If he wasn’t pure crazy, she might have considered joining the queue.

He dismounted the bike, dragging her off against her will, since her arms were shackled around

him. Without stopping, as if she was just a fly stuck to his back, he strode across the pine needle-strewn yard. His long steps forced her to scramble to keep from tripping.

“Hey,” she protested, but he clearly couldn’t hear her muffled voice without the helmet speaker.

So she took the opportunity to curse him out in privacy. Each creative swear word strengthened her

courage.

Her helmet blocked her peripheral vision, so she couldn’t see much of what looked like a three or

four-room cabin with walls of raw wood and tiles falling off the roof. The bike was probably worth twice what the cabin was. It didn’t add up.

He twisted a key in the lock, and she zoned in on him putting the key away in his inside pocket,  in case that info came in handy later. She paid such close attention that she nearly missed him place his  thumb on a knot in the wood next to the door—and the subtle green light that swept over his thumbprint.

She heard the distinct click of metal locks unbolting.

Really? A high tech security system for this tumble-down place? Her throat nearly closed. Maybe  he intended on assaulting her and disposing of the body after all. If so, he could definitely give Dexter a  run for his money.

The kitchen they stepped into was no less high tech. He turned on the light to reveal gleaming  black appliances, polished granite countertops, and restaurant-quality gadgets. The outside of the ‘cabin’  might seem like it was about to fall over, but the inside? Pure luxury. The whole place was built to  deceive someone into dismissing the exterior while the inhabitants lived in lavish comfort.

With one abrupt motion, he turned in place. Instead of being held against his back, Max faced  him, getting a close-up view of the stiff curling hairs escaping the slight V of his dark shirt. He snapped  the strap under her chin and lifted the helmet away, setting it on the counter next to his own.

Her mouth dried up. There had never been a man more handsome than this one. Flawless dark  Arabian skin and eyes greyer than the granite that surrounded her. Lips—God above, those lips would  seduce her all by themselves. It wasn’t fair that he also had a strong column of neck and shoulders like  rock cliffs. Not an ounce of fat on him. Carbs probably ran from this man in sheer terror.

She tried to lean away from him so he couldn’t feel her heart pounding a crazy beat under her  ribs. Her entire body had turned traitor. How could her hormones go into overdrive for the guy who’d  just drugged and abducted her? It wasn’t fair. She looked at the floor, praying the blush incinerating her  cheeks wouldn’t betray her.

No hope. He caught her chin in one hand and forced her to look into his. For an instant, she  thought she saw a spark of amusement there, before he narrowed his gaze to grey slits.

“On your knees, Maxine Rosalie Foss,” he ordered.

Kneel? But that would put her at eye level with his… What did he want her to do?

Incensed by the unfairness of it, she wanted to scream ‘never,’ but she didn’t trust her voice with  that many syllables. “No.”

“Do you prefer to be locked together like this forever? I don’t mind if you don’t.” His seducer’s  lips quirked up at one corner.

In a flash, she saw what he wanted. She was supposed to lower her arms so he could step out  of the circle made by the handcuffs. She hadn’t thought she could blush any harder. Damn, she must be  purple in the face by now.

“You could unlock me instead,” she suggested, without much hope.

“But hayati.” A scarlet tongue wet his full bottom lip. “That would be so much less fun for me.”

He was in control—she couldn’t do a thing about it. The more she resisted, the more he’d enjoy  watching her writhe. Before she could think too much about it, she lowered herself to one knee and put  her hands on the floor. Her cheek touched muscled thighs encased in dark, soft denim. She tried not to  think about that, either.

He took his time stepping back, drawing out her mortification as long as possible. Before she  could stand again, he planted a leather boot on the chain of the cuffs. She couldn’t misread the message.

He had all the power. She could submit, or suffer.

On instinct, she looked up to see pitiless grey eyes smoldering at her. “Are you certain you will  never apologize to me, Max?”

 

Ooh, someone’s in sensual trouble. To see what this sheikh has in stored, grab your copy of Captured.

A man torn by his past

“I don’t know who you are anymore.”

She fixed him with an enigmatic smile. “Probably because you never did. You never gave me a chance.”

“Because I can’t. I’m not the man you think I am.”

“No, you’re not the man you think you are. I see you perfectly fine.”

“I’m damaged, Jan.”

“So let me help fix that.”

“It’s not that simple.”

Because he wouldn’t allow it. “Chicken.”

 

Don’t moose with his fox.


































A bullheaded moose doesn’t stand a chance when a fox decides to make him her mate.

Boris left to defend his country still a boy. He came back a changed man. A damaged man.

But Jan still wants him.

A man of few words, Boris has a firm way of saying No, but a determined vixen knows he’s her mate. Jan has not had much success in getting her bullheaded moose to notice her, but all that changes when her life is put in danger.

Suddenly the damaged soldier keeps finding excuses to come to her rescue, but as far as Jan is concerned, her mate is the one in need of saving.

It will take some subtle maneuvering to outfox her moose into admitting he loves her, but this wily vixen is more than ready for the challenge. And if that doesn’t work, momma’s offered to loan her the shot gun used for her own engagement.

Welcome to Kodiak Point, where the wildlife might wear clothes, but animal instinct rules the heart.