Between Two Wolves
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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Having your throat cut has a way of changing a girl…so does being bitten by one of your two lovers.
Luscious and curvy, that’s what they called me, as they shared me. Jericho behind me, his viking-huge hands on my hips, and Colt in front of me, his muscular thighs parted, generously saluting, taking what was his, with fingers weaved through my fiery red hair…. So my ex-fiancé had cheated. Who cares?
Well, I’d cared. For months. His betrayal had eaten me alive, filling me with resentment fueled rage. I’d stopped seeing beyond the past, at the cost of the present, and the future. My world had crashed down around me, and I couldn’t breathe.
Black Wolf Mountain was my answer. So, I went, leaving everyone I knew and loved behind as I searched for myself in the wilderness. Instead, death found me lying in a bed soaked with my own blood.
But death is no match for a wolf…not my wolves.
But what about me?
Is there more to me than death can take?
Is there enough of me for two to love?
Note To Readers: This is a stand-alone novel, a complete story, and free of cliffhangers.
NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author Catherine Vale writes urban fantasy stories of magic and mayhem and paranormal romance.
MY LIFE TO TAKE
by Magali A. Fréchette
A Demon’s Love Book #2
Everything Celina thought she knew was a lie.
Her husband’s murder, her family’s religion…nothing was what it seemed. The avenging blood on her hands is barely dry, but she’ll do whatever it takes to save this unshakable proof of their love. Even swallow her terror to fulfill the bargain that was sealed on a bed of lies.
But there’s little time for tender reconciliation. Demons are being murdered, their mutilated bodies marked with cryptic threats only Celina can decipher. When visions of the massacres plague her at every turn, Kai sends her back to the human world in the care of the demon she fears most.
Secured in Shiriki’s high rise, she must uncover her own shrouded history. The key to saving the dark realm lies in her past, but an angel with a diabolical mind may lead to their destruction.
When his mere presence bends iron, does her broken soul stand a chance?
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. “I’m fine.”
“And how are you feeling about us?” he asked quietly.
She took a deep breath. “We have a lot to work on for the next while, but we’ll do it together.”
“We will certainly do many things together,” he said with a lewd grin.
In less than a second, he stood naked, his muscles rippling in the low lighting of the room. She ran her hands against his hard chest, her pulse racing as she stared at his pale skin.
The word resonated inside her mind as she felt him invade her thoughts. He growled as he pressed her body against his, kissing along her neck as she closed her eyes. He felt so good, and he was hers as much as she belonged to him.
“Your body, soul, and life are mine.” His tone darkened. “And although I never had a soul of my own, though my life is endless, you have all of me.”
Before she could respond, he took her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside. She moaned as he cupped her breasts, her nipples hardening under his touch. When he tugged at the hard peaks, their lips parted, and she let out a harsh breath.
“I want you.” The words left her in a whisper, a plea from the need pulsing through her.
He lifted her in his arms and carried her to their bed, sitting her on its edge. Despite his gentleness, an animalistic expression flashed across his face as he stared. He crouched in front of her and glided his hand along her thigh.
Heat filled her, burning so hot she was sure she’d combust. Licking her lips, she parted her legs. Her throbbing increased when his gaze traveled to her sex. He stared with such carnal desire, she was sure she’d orgasm.
“You are so beautiful … and no one else will ever touch you.” He kissed her inner thigh and trailed his tongue across her skin, nipping along the way as she gasped.
Letting herself fall onto the bed, her chest heaved as her stomach fluttered. He licked her swollen lips, and she trembled under the pleasure of his touch. He flicked her clit, and she whimpered. “Please.”
His muffled groans against her wetness had her trembling, and she writhed as he sucked hard on her pink flesh. She grabbed hold of his hands holding her hips, digging her fingernails into his flesh, crying out.
“Your screams are as delicious as you are, dove.”
Running her fingers through his hair, she tugged, so he’d look at her. He growled at being denied, his gaze darting to her sex as he licked his lips.
She panted. “I want you.”
He stood. Feathers flew around him, black as night. Within seconds, the feathers falling around him dissipated into smoke, leaving Kai in his true form. Her demon.
The horns on his head held the same red arcane symbols, glowing brightly. He folded his black wings as he took a step closer, the darkness behind his red irises sending a shiver down her spine. Her chest heaved as she crawled farther onto the bed and reached her hand out to him. She wished she had the words to tell him how much she loved him, but showing him would be better.
He chuckled as he got onto the bed, even kneeling he towered over her like a looming shadow waiting to pounce. “You do not need to use words. I can feel it radiating off you as easily as I smell your lust.”
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Evernight Publishing: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/magali-a-frechette/
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Some of you have met my alter-ego on Twitter, Bad Writer. She spends her days dishing out ill-advised writing tips and telling anecdotes about writing that come from her probably missing her calling.
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A spectacularly creepy story from Adele Marie Park!
It is my pleasure to present to you the #1 story from the July 2018 Word Weaver Writing Contest.
Adele’s tale absolutely grabbed me from the beginning, and I really enjoyed it. You will, too.
Have a good time reading this story. I’ll give you my reasons for why I liked it at the bottom of the post.
GRAND PRIZE WINNER
“Devil’s Hollow Holy Water”
Adele Marie Park
A community that hides a secret, sticks together. It binds them like glue and smells just as evil.
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Here Are Your Winners!
It seems like the wait gets longer each time, doesn’t it?
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I KNOW you want to get right to the winners
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Calling All Writers!
As one of the author-contributors to last year’s hit
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I’m thrilled at the chance to participate again!
Announcing the July 2018
Word Weaver Writing Contest!
Enter your amazing piece of writing! We have over $400 of valuable prize packages!
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