MIDNIGHT MISTLETOE
(The Golden Pack Alphas, Book I)
AUTHOR: Laurel Cremant
GENRE: Paranormal
Romance
LENGTH: Short Story
PUBLISHER: Winged Moon Publishing
BLURB:
WARNING:
This short novelette/short story of 8,000 words is the first book in this
serial and contains snarky dialogue, extremely inappropriate uses of mistletoe,
alpha HEROINES and the weres smart enough to chase them.
All were-hybrid, Georgia Walker wants for Christmas is to spend some time away from her pack and in particular, away from one increasingly dangerous enforcer turned Beta. She has every intention of spending her days basking in the warm Caribbean sun and indulging in an island fling, or two. Anything to forget the way a certain were made her pulse race and skin tingle.
Marcus Legrand has only one goal this holiday season, bring Georgia home and finally claim her for his own. Convincing the strong willed ice princess will take all of his skill and patience, but Marcus is no stranger to hunting prey. He has every intention of putting both his rank and heart on the line.
All were-hybrid, Georgia Walker wants for Christmas is to spend some time away from her pack and in particular, away from one increasingly dangerous enforcer turned Beta. She has every intention of spending her days basking in the warm Caribbean sun and indulging in an island fling, or two. Anything to forget the way a certain were made her pulse race and skin tingle.
Marcus Legrand has only one goal this holiday season, bring Georgia home and finally claim her for his own. Convincing the strong willed ice princess will take all of his skill and patience, but Marcus is no stranger to hunting prey. He has every intention of putting both his rank and heart on the line.
EXCERPT:
Taking a deep breath, she reached
her arms overhead, arched her back and inhaled the balmy salted air.
She could almost hear her muscles
sigh, but despite the relaxation attempting to spread through her limbs, her
body tingled with a tension she knew settled too deep.
Her heat cycle was starting, and
there was nothing she could do to relieve the discomfort.
Well almost nothing.
Dropping her hands back down to her
sides, she swept her gaze across the small beach. It wasn’t crowded but had a
fair number of sunbathers and Zen cravers. And most importantly it had men
looking for the same thing she was—a little fun, forgetfulness and zero
strings.
Although heat pooled to her center,
her stomach rolled in apprehension.
In the past she’d had no problems
with finding a willing male to sleep with when she was in heat. She enjoyed
sex, and although each year her parents hoped she would chose a permanent mate,
no man in or outside of her pack inspired much feeling or devotion. At least
not enough for her to be shackled to for life.
But last year, because of The-Wolf-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named,
no one appealed to her.
Instead of rolling around for
several hours with a well-endowed chosen playmate, she’d remained locked in her
home for days with her vibrator and a healthy supply of batteries.
She had no intentions of repeating
the experience. This week, she planned on proving to both her body and wolf,
that Marcus wasn’t the only man capable of making her hot.
Her gaze combed the area, looking
for a good candidate.
One particular man caught her eye.
He’d been swimming for the last
hour, his caramel arms cutting through the water in languid strokes. But now he
rose out of the surf resembling a naughty sea nymph, his strong legs leading up
to deep blue board shorts. Dry, she guessed the swimming trunks were perfectly
modest—but wet they molded to his thick muscled thighs and cupped his cock in a
way that left very little to the imagination. And since Georgia’s imagination
was better than the average wolf’s she bit back a groan and clenched her thighs
tight.
Yum.
Pushing her sunglasses up to her
hair, she licked her lips as her gaze traced the diamond bright droplets of
water running down his hard chest. They sluiced down his body, aided by the
tight ridges of muscles along his abdomen, tunneling down to what looked like
one hell of a stocking stuffer.
Merry Christmas to me.
Yes, an island getaway was proving
to be the perfect holiday treat.
Her gaze meandered back up his chest
and after making a brief note of thick smooth lips and tempting dimples, she
made eye contact with her merman come to life.
His eyes gleamed with interest and
her lips turned up in her best come-hither smile. He took a step forward and
then froze, his gaze focusing on something just over her left shoulder. Shaking
his head he turned and continued walking down the beach.
What the hell!
She frowned at his retreating back.
Admittedly she was no super model but, she’d never had a problem with luring
men her way.
A long shadow fell over her and it
was her turn to freeze. Despite blocking out the sun, a heated scorch rippled
down her body as the approaching shadow crept down her body. Her nipples
pebbled to thick points, her pussy clenched and a slow growl worked its way up
her throat.
Only one thing made her body react
this way and she’d deliberately left it back in Golden Valley.
“Hello Gigi. Miss me?”
BUY LINKS:
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ABOUT LAUREL CREMANT
Laurel is a romance
author, who like most writers loves to read. Her first love (pun intended) has
always been romance. From the sappy YA romance novel to the more risqué erotica
novels, Laurel is a sucker for a good love story.
Laurel writes paranormal
and contemporary romance and is a self-proclaimed, out of the closet nerd. She
admits that she can't seem to avoid adding a bit of "nerdology" or
"geek-dom" to all of her books. Living in Miami, she also admits that
she can't seem to avoid giving her heroines gorgeous shoes, "In Miami,
we worship everything strappy, open toed and just plain hot!"
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