by A. C. Warneke Paranormal Erotic Romance
A wolf For eighteen years Duncan Tremain has been able to control his wolf, only letting the beast out to play when the moon is full. This unyielding discipline has given him the ability to conquer whatever hardship should come his way; until Lexi Darling appears in his life. With her joie de vivre and innate sensuality, he is enchanted from the start but the more time he spends in her company the more he can feel his control slipping and the chains that bind the wolf breaking. Determined to keep her safe, he desperately tries to keep his distance, which is a challenge since he is her new boss and Lexi is persistent. A Siren A virgin in a temptress’s body, Lexi wants Duncan the first moment she lays eyes on him. Just as Duncan is determined to keep his distance, Lexi is determined to break down his defenses and waltz with him in the moonlight. She pursues him relentlessly, accidentally using her newly discovered Siren gifts to lure him to his downfall. A love that has other plans Giving in to temptation has never been so wonderful even as both have their reasons to make sure the relationship doesn’t get too deep. But the wolf knows what he wants and he wants the Siren. Warning: This book contains adult content because it is a romance between a wolf and a Siren!
Lexi made a face, “You know that will never happen. Skin is where I go if I want to escape my sisters’ attempts to pry into my life but if I worked here….” Feeling a change in the air, Lexi abruptly stopped talking and twisted around to see what could have caused it. She very nearly spontaneously combusted when she saw Him. It was an unfamiliar, and slightly terrifying, reaction for her to have towards anyone, especially a stranger. Usually she enjoyed admiring from afar with a cool detachment but that wasn’t possible in this case. One thought crowded out all of the others: this man was a warrior, sleek, strong, powerful and a little bit dangerous. And virile. Definitely virile. His mere presence was playing havoc with her hormones from across the room. There was no telling what he would do to her up close and personal and a delicious shiver went down her spine at the thought. From where she stood, she appreciated the way he wore his clothes, wondering how he would look out of them. He was very well-dressed, very expensively dressed, in a dark, Italian suit and a white shirt, the whiteness emphasizing his golden skin. Her fingers curled into her palm at the thought of touching that carved jaw, those lush lips. And she saw that those lips were set in a firm line as he surveyed the room with piercing eyes, not missing a thing. He looked like he was checking the space out for danger except he was the most dangerous thing there. The wool-clad warrior was a devastatingly handsome man, with a sculpted face: a strong jaw, high cheek bones and a straight nose, softened only by lips that were made for sin, lush and wicked. His raven black hair was short but long enough to drag her fingers through. It was also perfect without a single strand out of place and she had the strangest urge to walk up to him and just muss it up a bit. She could imagine him with tousled hair, looking down at her with that intense gaze as he moved over her…. Whoa, too far. She told herself to rein in the lustful thoughts and just admire. “You’re drooling, Lexi,” Dima whispered in her ear. “I am not,” she shot back, surreptitiously wiping at the corners of her mouth making Dima laugh. Leaning back, keeping her eyes on the new-comer, she asked, “Who do you think he is?” “I don’t care who he is,” Dima breathed into her ear, his attention diverted as well. “Who’s the redhead he’s with?” Lexi turned her head slightly and saw the pretty, little redhead hanging on the god’s arm, a sultry smile playing about her lips as she looked around the crowded bar. She said something and the dark warrior bent his head to hear her and a rush of desire crashed through Lexi’s body at the move. “Do you think they’re together?” “God I hope not,” Dima murmured. “Look at them, Dima. They are so very comfortable with one another,” Lexi said, holding out her arm in the man’s direction. “They’re probably together, their bodies move together as if they are intimately familiar. And they both reek of wealth and prestige, like they belong at the country club and not in a bar like this. She should be drinking a Manhattan and I think his preferred drink would be a martini….” “Shaken, not stirred,” Dima finished in a quasi-British accent, causing them both to laugh. “Stop that,” Lexi grinned, swatting at his arm and hitting air, her eyes never leaving the man. She tilted her head to the side in thoughtful contemplation for he was magnetic and she was mesmerized. Her lips curled upwards in an appreciative smile as he helped the redhead out of her coat, setting it on the back of her chair as he held it out for her. “Nice. Do you think he might like blond?” “I like blond,” Dima countered absently. “Brunette, black… but I think tonight I prefer red.” After a moment of silence, he leaned across the bar and asked, “So, do we take a divide and conquer approach so I can have the redhead and you can have the man she’s with?” “I don’t think so,” Lexi frowned. “He’s for looking and not touching.” “But she’s for touching,” Dima purred, his breath moving across Lexi’s bare shoulder. “Snag his attention so I can make a move on the girl.” “You’re a sick bastard,” Lexi teased, enjoying the view as the man remained standing, looking around the bar with a certain arrogance she found appealing. The man was very much a ‘look but don’t touch’ and Lexi needed to leave before she gave in to the impulse to touch, knowing she’d want so much more if she touched. She’d want it all. Tearing her gaze away from perfection-incarnate, she faced Dima with a frown, “I’ve really got to go.” “Here,” he said, pulling out two fresh shot glasses and filling them with the foul-tasting tequila. “Do one more shot with me before you go.” “Why? I’m already a little buzzed. One more and I’ll be worthless.” “I need the courage so I can steal Red away from the big bad wolf.” She took a deep breath and let it out, a low, painful groan emanating from the back of her throat as she narrowed her eyes and glared at the two glasses. “Fine.” “That’s my girl,” he grinned, sprinkling salt on his hand once again and holding it to her mouth. She held his gaze as she slid her tongue over his flesh, seeing the flash of dark humor in his eyes as she did so. She really hated tequila and if she was smart, she’d have refused the last shot. But she needed something to fortify her resolve to not touch. With a little whimper, she took the tequila and slammed it, quickly taking the lime from Dima’s mouth. With a shudder, she wiped the back of her hand against her mouth, “God, that’s disgusting.” Dima laughed, “My turn.”
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• 1 of 3 paperback copies • 1 of 15 digital copies About the Author: Like most writers, I spend most of my time telling myself stories and writing them down when they get too loud to remain in my head. The characters are very demanding, wanting to go out into the world to be discovered by millions of adoring readers, though they are most satisfied with having only a few readers that truly love them. From the gargoyles that sit on top of the roofs to the Siren who lures her wolf astray to the Aradians and Apocritae to those who battle evil, the characters won’t be satisfied until their stories are told. Of course, none of this would be possible without the love and support of my very loving and very tolerant family: my husband who encourages me to keep writing even when I act a little insane in regards to the worlds in my head, and my three kids who help out so much when I get lost in those same, darn worlds. They politely listen as I go on and on about my characters’ motivations and back stories, their connections within the worlds created and how they fight to gain control of their destinies. But I am a cruel writer and make them earn their happy endings. Since I am also a Romantic at heart, they are all happy endings. My books are hot and oftentimes sweet, mostly steamy supernatural and romantic. PNR: Darkness Comes, Stone Lover, Stone Romance, Stone Destiny, Awakening, and Siren Song UF/PNR: Blight, After Blight Contemporary: Blind Attraction Social Links: Website ? Twitter ? Facebook ? Goodreads Buy Links: Amazon ? B&N ? Smashwords Tour Coordinator:
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