Celia Kyle Plays Favorites
Normally, I don’t play
favorites with my characters and books.
Honestly, if you ask me which book is my favorite, the answer will be:
what I’m working on now.
Except… Except the Wickham
triplets in the Alpha Marked series do hold a special place in my heart. They’re three curvy chicks who deal with what
furry wolves throw at them and still manage to remain snarky, demanding, and
absolutely gorgeous.
I think this excerpt from
the final book is the perfect representation of the girls as a whole. They chow on yummies, give as good as they
get, and manage to hand over a bit of advice at the same time. They’re sisters, and this tidbit really shows
the love they share and blatant honesty that can only exist between siblings…
and best friends who are willing to go to jail with you.
*****
BLURB
Thirty and single? Well,
getcha ass to the Gathering!
Whitney Wickham is at the
darned annual werewolf Gathering all right.
Only there’s one problem: she doesn’t belong there. Her sisters carry the Mark indicating they’ll
mate an Alpha Pair of wolves, while Whitney does not have that lovely, swirling
scar. She’s been hauled half way around
the world to be stared at, and not-so-covertly sniffed, for no reason. Unfortunately the gorgeous, drool worthy,
magic-mojo-wielding Wardens don’t know why she’s been summoned to the Gathering
any more than she does. Which sucks. But
at least they’re hot.
Emmett Greene and Levy
Walters are Wardens—keepers of the law and embodiment of the magic of the
werewolves. They can never mate, never
marry, and never form a lasting romantic relationship. It’s a hard and fast law
that keeps their powers pure of outside influence.
Rules are going to be
broken.
One look at Whitney, one
hint of her scent, and they realize their immovable laws might have to jiggle.
She’s got luscious curves, a wicked smile, and a mouth that would make a
thousand men weep. No matter the rules,
their inner wolves will claim her. The only things standing in their way are
the Elder Wardens who will do anything… anything… to keep Emmett and Levy from
discovering the truth: the laws are wrong. And being with Whitney Wickham is so
very, very right.
*****
EXCERPT
The interior looked much
like Whitney’s room, the entryway leading into a massive living room and two
bedrooms branched off from the main space. Following the trail of clothing that
led to the room on the left, she soon slipped into the trio’s bedroom.
And way too much skin was
exposed for her liking.
“Gabby,” she whispered.
Nothing happened. “Gabs, wake up.” The damn woman slept like the dead.
Seeing a couple of socks
nearby, she snared and balled them, slipping one inside the other. She hefted
the light weight. It was just heavy enough to be thrown and hit her sister.
Perfect. At least her time playing softball while her sisters studied wolf-land
was good for something.
Taking aim, she tossed it at
Gabby, smacking her right in the face.
“Wait, wha—” she snuffled.
“No more. Tired.”
God, she didn’t even want to
know why Gabs was exhausted. Probably for the opposite reason Whitney wasn’t tired. “Gabby. I need you.”
Her sister finally raised
her head, hair sticking in all directions and squinting eyes met hers. “Huh?”
“Come on,” she waved her
hand, gesturing for her sister to get outta bed.
Groaning, Gabby dropped her
head back to the pillow and whispered into the room. “You so owe me. Breakfast.
Lots. Coffee. More.”
“Done. Come on.”
Like a fluffy ninja, her
sister wiggled and twisted her way from between her men, similar to what
Whitney had done. Several tense seconds later, a very naked Gabriella was free
of her sheet-prison. It wasn’t until her sister tumbled from the bed that she
got an eyeful and Whitney whirled with a squeak. She loved her big sis, she
just didn’t want to see all of her.
The shuffle of clothes
signaled the woman was getting dressed and then they were ready to go. Nearly
silent they crept up the stairs.
“Why are we sneaking away?”
The whisper seemed like a scream.
Right, nearly silent.
“’Cause I said so.”
“That only works when you’re
older than me.”
“Bite me.”
“That’s Emmett and Levy’s
job.”
“I hate you.”
“You love me.”
God, normal. Normal felt so
good.
By then, they’d reached the
top of the stairs to find a glaring Scarlet staring at them.
Whitney smiled wide. “You’re
awake.”
“Under protest. The guys had
some stupid meeting thing this morning and wanted a quickie before they left.
Apparently baby making is number one on their to-do list.” The eldest Wickham
shuffled to the large couch and flopped onto the cushioned surface. “I think my
vagina is going on strike.”
“TMI.”
“Tough.” Scarlet stuck out
her tongue. “Why are you here?”
“To talk,” Whitney nibbled
her lower lip.
“Come on then. Order me some
breakfast and pull up a seat.”
A nearby guard stepped
forward and Whitney didn’t even flinch. Crazy how, after two days, she’d
already gotten used to the guards that surrounded her über important sister.
She stared at the man, knowing he looked familiar. Well, more familiar than the
others.
“Hello Sexy! You’re still
alive!” She grinned.
Gabby nicked-named—or named
depending how someone looked at it—the guard when she’d been going through the
drama with her two mates the previous night. The guys had rejected her sister
for some dumb reason. While Gabs had been trying to reaffirm her hotness, she
hit on the guard. It’d been all fun and games until Gabriella’s mates
threatened to rip the man’s head off.
The wolf blushed and tugged
at the collar of his uniform. “Um, Tor, Miss Wickham. And breakfast has already
been ordered. It should be arriving,” a low ding from Scarlet’s elevator
flitted through the room. “Now.”
With that, the man
disappeared and returned with a massive rolling cart topped with a half-dozen
covered plates.
“Oh, I think I love you,
Hello Sexy.” Scarlet’s words were immediately followed by a wince. “Never mind,
I hate you with a passion unrivaled.” Ah, her mates had to be speaking with her
telepathically. “There? Better now?” When no more grumbles from Scarlet came,
Whitney figured things were good.
In moments, the Wickhams
were settled and munching.
“So…” Scarlet nibbled on the
only freaking cheese Danish in the whole pile of food. “I’m not seeing that
well-fucked look and you’re moving a little too well for a woman who had two
sets of wolfy chompers in her shoulder.”
“Yeah. We aren’t mating
until ‘they’ve done some research.’” Whitney swung the air quotes, banana in
one hand, squished muffin in the other. Well, brownie, but a muffin—even
squished—qualified as breakfast more so than a brownie.
“No boinking? At all?” Gabby
was horrified. “You three were on fire when we left. Did they even throw you a
bone? Like an orgasm or ten as a consolation prize?”
Whitney shook her head.
“Nope. They’re concerned about what would happen. Plus, I think they’re worried
about Sarvis even though they said they’re not.”
Scarlet nodded. “Yeah, he’s
evil with a capitol ass and lowercase hat.” She tilted her head to the side.
“I’m actually surprised you got here. I mean, he shoulda been lying in wait to
pounce and steal you away so he could kill you and solve his little problem.”
She shrugged.
“Are you kidding?” Whitney
hadn’t thought of that.
“Duh. He’s like the evil
villain. With all that snarling and yelling about you being handled
‘permanently.’ Plus that whole abomination thing.” Gabby snorted. “Just don’t
go into any basements. Or bleach your hair blonde. In the movies, it’s the dumb
blondes who get killed first.” Her sister’s gaze fell to Whitney’s chest. “I’d
say don’t get a boob job, but they’re already big. Yet another movie-inspired
strike against you.” She sighed and shrugged. “Not much to be done about it
now. I’m sure Emmett and Levy won’t let him kill you.”
“I just… But… I don’t know
what to…” Whitney was sputtering, but there was so much disbelief and awe
bouncing around that she couldn’t stop. She shoved her squished muffin into her
mouth to keep the incoherent words at bay. Except even then, she managed to
shout around the chocolate goodness. “You’re talking about me being killed like
it’s nothing!”
*****
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*****
AUTHOR BIO:
Ex-dance teacher, former
accountant and erstwhile collectible doll salesperson, Celia Kyle now writes
paranormal romances for readers who:
1) Like super hunky heroes
(they generally get furry)
2) Dig beautiful women (who
have a few more curves than the average lady)
3) Love laughing in (and out
of) bed.
It goes without saying that
there's always a happily-ever-after for her characters, even if there are a few
road bumps along the way.
Today she lives in central
Florida and writes full-time with the support of her loving husband and two
finicky cats.
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I love this series! After this excerpt I'm tempted to chuck the books ahead of it on my To Read list out of the way and get to it. LOL! Thanks for the giveaway!
ReplyDeleteIt sounds really good. Going to add it to my ever growing tbr pile. Thanks for the giveaway
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ReplyDeleteEverything Celia Kyle writes is on my automatic buy list!! I love all of her series & her sense of humor!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? <3
ReplyDeleteChris T.
I love that you manage to create work that is hot and sexy, but also hysterically snarky! It's a perfect balance!
ReplyDeleteI love the excerpt. I bought Whitney's book as soon as it came out but haven't had a chance to read it (darn you life, work, husband, kids, etc...). I see a late night ahead!
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ReplyDeleteSounds yummy. -D
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Looks like a really good book.. Thanks!
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