Introducing AC Arthur, part of the GROWL threesome

As you all know by now, I’m part of an awesome anthology being published by St. Martins, coming this January 5th. I’m sharing this mammoth book of werewolves with 2 other ladies. One of them is….

A.C. Arthur

 

Her story in the anthology is called, Alpha’s Woman.

Kira Radney is all delicious curves and strong will and has no desire to be a subservient mate. When a member of her father’s pack attempts to make her his mate by force, Kira has no choice but to flee. The last thing she wants is to submit to any male and their pack. But when her escape attempt leads her straight into the arms of an alpha wolf-a sexy, dangerous, protective alpha-Kira must fight against her need to be free, and her secret desire to be controlled…

 

Did I mention A.C. has a very dirty mind? The best kind lol.

“Just relax and let me see. Let me see how good you’re going to be.”

 

Yeah, with those kinds of teasers, you know it’s going to be a hot story. With a wolf of course.

He was the alpha after all, he reminded himself once more. It was his birthright and this was what he was meant to do. If he said that to himself more than a dozen times a day not only would he believe it, but so would others.

 

We’ve also got a fabulous BBW heroine.

She was a full-grown female lycan and a full-figured twenty-one-year-old woman. And she was captured, once again.

 

And, because I know you like the sexy bits…the next teaser is only for those 18plus!

“Do you want me to spank you until you come?” he asked, his lips brushing the lobe of her ear, her mound rubbing flush against the thick length of his erection. “How quickly would you come if I did?”

 

Check A.C. out on her website at http://www.acarthur.net

 

Or even better…grab a copy of GROWL.

Excerpt

The more she squirmed the harder he became. His arms were wrapped around her tightly, the heavy weight of her breasts resting over them. His mouth watered, incisors biting into the skin of his lower lip, claws threatening to rip free.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Blaez growled into her ear, his mind warring with his body to keep his shift at bay.

“I was walking,” came her clipped reply. “How about you? Is grabbing strange women a part of your regular routine?”

No, there was nothing routine about this. Blaez knew that for a fact. He’d been searching the woods, looking for something, following up on the feeling that had plagued him all afternoon. The one that had warned of danger.

And he’d found her.

Yet it was something else entirely clenching him at the throat just this second. Something so basic it might have been funny if he weren’t who he was and she weren’t where she should not have been.

He blinked once more trying to clear his mind of the thick haze of lust that was now blanketed there. He took a breath and almost faltered. Her scent so potent and intoxicatingly sweet wafted straight up and into his nostrils, as if it were meant solely for him. Instinctively, his arms tightened around her, the soft globes of her ass like a cushion to his powerful erection.

If she was afraid she was doing a damned good job of hiding it. As for her arousal, that wasn’t working too well for her. The scent of her dewy folds was what caused him to reach out and grab her close, to have the soft globes of her ass rubbing against his now-raging arousal.

Blaez held firm, grinding into her when she attempted to break away. The effort had him hissing through his teeth, and when she tilted her head to look back and up at him he almost moaned. Her eyes had glowed when she’d first turned to see him; hints of gold amidst the hazel color were bright and cunning in the seconds before he reached out and grabbed her. If her gaze had been meant to warn him of her anger and annoyance, he ignored it, opting to pull her back against him, enjoying the feel of her body against his for a second longer.

“You’re not from around here!” he snapped. “It’s dangerous to go traipsing around in someone else’s territory. Didn’t your alpha tell you that?”

She moved quickly, much faster than Blaez had expected, so that now she was facing him. But his reflexes were faster—much faster than even a lycan’s should be—and he kept hold of her at the waist, her breasts flush against his chest. Her hair was disheveled, long dark strands framing her face to give her a distinctively wild and wicked look. At his sides now, his fingers clenched and unclenched as the unfamiliar ache to run them over her scalp, tangling his hands in the dark mass and pulling her head back, threatened to take charge. Her mouth would open as she gasped from shock and he would take her then, his lips on hers, tongue stroking the moist recess of her mouth.

He shook his head quickly, as kissing was not something that Blaez did often. It wasn’t something he’d ever wanted to do with any other woman, ever. Not in his dreams and certainly not in reality.