Blurb:After suffering from an eating disorder as a teenager, Tatum Weatherton slowly starts to grow comfortable in her curvier body as an adult. With her self-confidence shot, Tatum never had a meaningful relationship, but that all changes when she starts working for Leo Castill.Leo enjoys women, and he has plenty of willing ones that work for him at the gentlemen's club he owns, The Lion and the Lamb. Everything changes when one luscious female, his mate, enters his club looking for a job. Every possessive instinct roars within him to take her, mark her, and claim her as his own.
When another lion shifter takes an interest in Tatum, Leo's lion demands to be let free and destroy the threat to his mate. But when Tatum is taken, Leo will stop at nothing to get her back, even when that means having the blood of his enemy on his hands.
Be Warned: anal sex
He slammed her body against the wall, his breathing hot and heavy as it brushed along the back of her neck. Head turned to the side, Tatum kept her eyes shut as she felt his hands slide down from her shoulders to grip her waist. He pulled her ass back toward him, his erection digging into the small of her back. The sensation of his fingers tunneling into her hair sent chills dancing along her flesh. A hard tug of her hair being pulled had her head craning back. His other hand snaked around to curl his fingers around her bared throat.
What in the hell was happening? Her goal had been to get him away from Slade and talk to him, but in a quick twist of events that arousal she had been trying to deny came crashing to the front. All thoughts of Slade fled her.
“Say who makes you feel good, Tatum.” The rough timbre of his growl went straight to her pussy. Her clit throbbed, and her cunt gushed for her need to have him between her thighs. There had been so much sexual tension between them that she was on the verge of climaxing just watching him walk into a room. Despite the fact this was all she wanted, she liked the idea of teasing him.
“Not a chance.” The sting of him tightening his hand in her hair had a gasp of pleasure/pain leaving her.
“Baby, by the end of the night I’m going to have you screaming my name.” He used his leverage on her hair to turn her head to the side even more. His tongue ran up the side of her neck, and a shiver raced through her. The roughness of it had an incredible sensation coursing through her, one that had her grinding her ass against him and groaning.
“Yeah, baby, by the end of the fucking night.” He spun her around so fast dizziness claimed her. She had to blink away the fog that threatened to consume her. This was too wild and untamed for her. Tatum had never had a man make her feel like this, make her want to befucked.
His mouth claimed hers, his tongue stroking her bottom lip. She opened for him and sucked his tongue in, loving that his spicy male flavor filled her taste buds.
Hands on his shoulders, she curled her fingers into his flesh and pulled him closer. His growl of need went through her, and she reciprocated it with one of her own. His hands were suddenly on her ass, gripping the mounds with a force that rivaled her lust. He lifted, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, their kiss never breaking. In the next moment he came forward. The cool wood of his desk meet her ass. She gripped the edge of his tee and started pulling at it like a mad woman. Whatever came over her was like a tornado of emotions, and she didn’t see it stopping anytime soon.
Ripping his mouth from hers, he tore his shirt away and went for the buckle of his belt. She was already unbuttoning her blouse and pushing it off her shoulders. Her hands went to the clasp in the back of her bra, but a slow shake of his head had her stopping. The belt slid through the loops of his jeans and clattered to the floor. He undid the button of his pants but didn’t push them down. Instead, he moved close to her until her knees brushed his legs.
“Feet flat on the desk, baby.” His grin widened when she did what he said. His hands landed on her knees, and he pushed them apart. Her muscles stretched and protested, but the burn felt oh-so-good. The skirt she wore was already bunched around her waist, so when he slid his hands down her inner thighs, he touched her bare flesh. Leaning forward, his lips were a hairbreadth away from hers. The tips of his fingers brushed the edge of her panties, and she used all her strength not to close her eyes, tilt her head back, and bare her throat to him. All she wanted was the roughness of his tongue sliding along her skin again, igniting her like a firework on the Fourth of July.
“I love your curves. The way you fill my hands makes my cock so hard I ache to be inside of you.” His eyes roamed over her body, but she didn’t feel self-conscious about how she looked. The way he spoke about her had her pussy gushing with her desire for him. He started sliding his hands over her, squeezing her body until she felt liquid beneath him. “I bet your pussy taste as good as it smells.”
The air around them heated and thickened, and she found herself wanting to have him just as aroused as she was. “Why don’t you find out?”
Never had she spoken so wantonly before, but with Leo she found she acted out of character quite frequently. A nip at her bottom lip was the only response he gave her before he dropped to his knees between her splayed thighs. He kept her legs open as he kissed her ankle then ran his tongue up her calf, over the side of her knee, and started working his way back down her inner thigh. The feel of his hot, humid breath and of his tongue leaving a trail of liquid fire all over her, had her legs shaking. She felt marked by him, like he staked his claim for all to see. Something inside of her grew warm and soft at the thought, but she knew it had to be misplaced.
Leo Castill wanted one thing from women, and normally she would have scoffed and told him to fuck-off, but she was way past that.
Who is Jenika Snow?
Who is Jenika Snow? She is the pseudonym of a mother, wife and nurse. She lives in the too hot northeast with her husband, their two daughters. Thankfully her husband shares her unusual sense of humor and naughty nature so finding material for her stories isn't a problem.
Jenika writes erotic paranormal, contemporary, BDSM and sci-fi romances. Her publishing houses are Siren-Bookstrand, Total-E-Bound, Passion in Print,and Evernight publishing.
Jenika started writing at a very young age. Her first story consisted of a young girl who traveled to an exotic island and found a magical doll. That story as long since disappeared, but other have taken its place.
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Hi everyone. I have Khloe Wren on today to tell you about her new book, Becky's Journey, Book 2 Dragons of Feury.
I have read the first one in this series and this one and loved both. I know you will also.
Hello, I'm Khloe Wren
I live in South Australia with my incredibly patient husband and two daughters.
When I'm not sitting at my laptop writing, I'm spending time with family or friends, kicking butt at karate or feeding my addictions of reading, eating chocolate and drinking Coke.
Enough about me, I'm here to tell you about Becky's Journey, Book 2 Dragons of Feury.
I love a heroine who fights back. The kind of strong woman who takes charge of her own misfortune and attempts to break free – before her man or men can come charging to the rescue. Becky is that woman. With her men drugged and unable to help her she fights tooth and nail to get away from her captors. She isn’t successful, but that’s not the important part. The important part is that she tried. She didn’t meekly go into the night submissively following her kidnappers. Nope, she broke bones and bruised flesh.
To get this scene right my dear husband played a role. I’m pretty sure there are occasions when he regrets he’s married to an author, and other times he thoroughly enjoys it. I’m not really certain which category this falls under! But he and his younger sister were the perfect heights to test where Becky’s feet would land in this scene.
They were both watching TV when I asked hubby:
“If you had your sister over your shoulder in a fireman carry and she raised her legs at the knee before swinging down to kick you with her feet, where on your leg would her feet hit you?”
They both gave me a funny look before I explained it’s for a book…after great discussion and a small demonstration they proved it would catch his lower thigh.
Some days, research can be such fun!!
The Land of Feury has a problem. A virus killed off all their females years ago and a solution is yet to be found. When a group of five unconscious females are found, hope for survival amongst the Dragon Shifters runs high.
Becky and her four best friends are escaping from their stressful everyday lives to go camping in the bush. Fate intervenes and while they are hiking they get whipped away through a portal to The Land of Feury.
Brothers, Drake and Savren, discover one of the females is their Desired. They excitedly set about wooing the strong willed, independent Becky. Their plans do not go smoothly, Becky is kidnapped by rebels and taken from them. Will they be able to rescue their Desired in time? Will they be able to convince the ever independent Becky that having bonded mates is a good thing?
Becky's Journey, Book 2 Dragons of Feury
(Paranormal erotic romance, BDSM elements, Menage: MFM)
(This is a link to my author page on Amazon, Becky’s Journey isn’t live yet on Amazon)
"Don't you fucking dare touch me, you bastard."
She stood back into a fighter's stance ready to take them on. She sent a prayer of thanks for all the years her older brothers had made her spar with them while they perfected their various martial arts phases. The man laughed as he approached her. Once he was close enough, she threw out a fast, sharp heel punch, copping him right over his cheekbone. He growled low and loud, as he raised his hand to cover his injured cheek. She froze under his icy grey gaze. He was furious and Becky wasn't sure what he was going to do next. Before she could get another shot in, she was grabbed from behind by the orange and green dragon, which held her firmly while the man bound her wrists and ankles. She went to verbally lash out at him but he quickly gagged her so she spat fire at him with her eyes. The dragon released his grip on her and the man came toward her, getting ready to sling her over his shoulder.
Even though she was now bound, gagged and about to be slung over this mongrel's shoulder, she was not going to stop fighting. As he put his shoulder into her stomach, she brought her bound hands down hard, hitting his back solidly. He growled as he stood up with her. As soon as her feet left the ground, she bent her legs up at the knee and brought her feet down hard and fast, landing hard against his thigh. He dropped to one knee with an humph as his injured leg gave out. She fell to the ground landing on her back, so she reared her legs up and kicked him in the ribs as hard as she could. He fell to his side with a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl. She rolled to her hands and knees and started to crawl toward the door. She didn't make it far before the large dragon that had tackled and drugged Savren earlier blocked her path. He puffed out some smoke into her face and she tried to cough around the gag as her eyes watered. While she was curled up trying to cough, she was roughly slung over the man's shoulder and swiftly carried out of the chambers. On her way out the door her vision cleared enough that she saw Drake sprawled on the floor in the hallway, his eyes filled with fury and anguish as she reached out for him with her bound hands.
A lot of people are asking about the 3rd book in the bears series, Sammy's book. I'm working on it now and hope to have it released by late this year. Here is a peek at a draft. Please remember it's a work in progress.
Brock leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Quick, let me hold you and talk to you. Please, protect me. My mother is on her way with one of the Brown girls. I’ve told her I don’t need setting up, that I have you, but she doesn’t believe me.”
Sammy felt a sting of jealousy course through her at the fact Brock’s mother didn’t believe she was his mate and was trying to set him up with someone else. Brock nipped her neck sending delicate shivers down her backk, then he soothed it with a kiss.
“Don’t worry angel, I’m all yours. No need to get jealous.”
Stupid shifter senses, her feelings weren’t even private. Brock dodged her elbow, then pulled her tighter against his chest as the woman she’d met briefly at the bridal shop the other day as she had her last fitting came over to them with a tall, stunning, brunette.
“Brock, darling, come and meet the lovely Stella.” Brock’s mother Adele totally ignored her.
“I told you Mother I already have a mate.”
Sammy watched as Adele raised her eyebrow in the most regal way. “I do not see this mate you have been talking about and if you’d mated her she should be here. She hasn’t come and introduced herself, and you don’t smell mated. So frankly I think you’re just being stubborn and making excuses to get out of things. I think your mate is make-believe.”
Sammy told herself to stay quiet. To stay invisible and not say anything, but she was sick of shrinking into the background. Before Greg, she would never have put up with someone treating her like this woman was now. She wasn’t make-believe, she was Brock’s mate whether she claimed him or not.
Taking a deep breath she told herself that Adele couldn’t do anything to her with Brock so close and behind them a room full of shifters and humans. “Hi Mrs. Bear, I’m Sammy. We met at the bridal shop the other day. I’m one of Sandy’s bridesmaids.”
The penetrating stare Adele had been giving Brock moved down to her. “I remember you hiding in the corner. Is my son bothering you? Has he put you up to pretending you're his mate so he can get out of events and things I’ve organized? You can say no and I’ll make sure he doesn’t bother you again.”
Sammy stared dumbfounded at the woman. This was the woman Susie loved? Sandy had told her to watch herself with her. That this woman was amazing the way she worked. On the one hand Adele had given her an out, on the other Sammy knew she’d just been snubbed. Adele didn’t think she was Brock’s mate.
Sammy felt Slater come up beside her and he reached for her hand.
“Adele. I see you’ve met our pretty little mate.” Slater held the hand she wasn’t holding out. “Stella, it’s nice to see you again.”
Sammy watched as Adele turned red and her back went ridged and she plastered a fake smile on her face. “Slater, it’s nice of you to lend my son your mate to play this game, and I’m glad you’ve meet Stella before, you can tell Brock, what a wonderful woman she is.”
“No. Brock, is mine. Slater, and Brock, are both mine.” Sammy didn’t know what came over her, all she knew was Slater and Brock were hers. She wasn’t letting anyone have them bar her.
“I beg your pardon. You have to be wrong young lady. If you were their mate you would be claimed by now. My son and Slater have known you for months.”
Adele took a step towards her and Sammy almost jumped out of her skin as she heard two deep growls, one behind her and one next to her.
“Stay where you are mother. I will not even let you touch my mate. And if you do I won’t be as lenient as Jake and Zack.” Sammy could hear the deadly steel in Brock's voice.
Adele’s head shot up from staring daggers at her to look stunned at her son. “I have only ever wanted the best for my children. I don’t think this tiny fat human is the right choice. One human daughter-in-law I can handle, two I’m stretching, but three is too much to pollute our good genes. I think you need to think real hard on your future.” And with that Adele turned and strolled away.
Wow. What a bitch. Maybe being with Slater and Brock was a bad idea. God, who would want that for a mother-in-law?
“Angel, I’m so sorry for her. If it helps I was mostly raised by nannies.”