NEW RELEASE.....Bethany (Eminence Shifters 3) By: Ashley Malkin
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BLURB:
Samson Reed is a cougar shifter in no hurry to ever mate. When he rescues a young woman while on a mission, he's stunned that she turns out to be his mate.
Bethany Granger has spent six years in an institution fighting for her sanity. She is forced to flee to save her own life, but running to Tijuana only brings her in contact with greater danger.
Taking Bethany home to his brothers, Michael and Jason, confirms they are also her mates. Instead of the safety that Samson imagined they'd all provide for their mate, Jason's rejection of his mate hurts her so deeply that it could cost all of them their lives.
Bethany's journey to Eminence changes her life, bringing her both joy and sadness as her eyes are opened to a world she never knew existed.
The only way they can all find happiness is by fighting for their love.
This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, January 28th
http://www.bookstrand.com/bethany-malkin
BLURB:
Samson Reed is a cougar shifter in no hurry to ever mate. When he rescues a young woman while on a mission, he's stunned that she turns out to be his mate.
Bethany Granger has spent six years in an institution fighting for her sanity. She is forced to flee to save her own life, but running to Tijuana only brings her in contact with greater danger.
Taking Bethany home to his brothers, Michael and Jason, confirms they are also her mates. Instead of the safety that Samson imagined they'd all provide for their mate, Jason's rejection of his mate hurts her so deeply that it could cost all of them their lives.
Bethany's journey to Eminence changes her life, bringing her both joy and sadness as her eyes are opened to a world she never knew existed.
The only way they can all find happiness is by fighting for their love.
Excerpt
STORY EXCERPT
Bethany cleared one of her tables of empty
glasses. The man who’d been sitting at this table had had a really
creepy smile. She was glad when he’d left. The looks he’d been giving
her had raised the small hairs on the back of her neck.
He hadn’t said anything out of the
ordinary, in fact, he’d been obsequiously polite whenever he’d been
alone with her. Which had upped his creep-factor considerably. His
demeanor was completely different with the men he’d met with. He’d been
business-like and almost rude.
As she carried the tray of empty glasses
towards the bar, she saw someone gesturing to her from a table at the
very rear of the club. It was one of Paula’s tables, but she didn’t mind
helping her.
Once beside the table, she smiled politely
at the two men seated there. The man who’d gestured her over crooked
his finger for her to come closer. The music was quite loud so she
leaned down.
He swept his arm around her head and had
his hand clasped over her mouth in a movement so fast she didn’t even
see it. She tensed her muscles to pull away and felt a sharp sting in
her neck. Without her consent, all her muscles relaxed and she sagged
against the man as he pulled her onto his lap. The last thought she had
was that he smelt revolting. His breath was fetid and his body odor
nauseating as she succumbed to the fog of darkness sweeping into her
mind.
* * * *
Samson found Cristian’s goons in seconds.
They were at a table in the rear of the club, in a very dark corner.
Samson’s instincts tingled. They were up to something. He saw them call
the little blond waitress over, and for the first time in his career he
broke his cover, a low growl erupting from his throat. He was moving
before he’d had a chance to think his decision through.
Going off assignment like this was unheard
of for him, but he wouldn’t sit idle while this young woman was
assaulted. He knew of Renta’s reputation. It was rumored he had ties to
prostitution and people trafficking, as well as his drug operations.
He was down from the roof, and standing,
unseen, inside the back door of the club in under sixty seconds. With
the advantage of his shifter genes, he could move quickly and silently
when necessary. But it was still too late. He watched as the woman
collapsed unconscious, into scumbag number one’s lap.
Just as he began to advance towards the
table, he staggered on his feet. He felt as though he’d been hit with a
concussion grenade. Her scent, it was rich and delicious in the air. It
was sweet like honey and it was most definitely feline. It was also his.
His eyes burned, and he knew they’d be
glowing. His canines erupted unbidden from his gums and his claws broke
through the skin of his fingertips. The growl that erupted from deep in
his chest was low and feral.
Someone has their hands on my mate.
Without questioning his sudden loss of
control, he slid behind scumbag number two’s chair, and slammed his head
onto the tabletop. He then plucked his mate from scumbag one’s lap with
one hand, before similarly slamming the man’s head onto the table with
the other. It was over in seconds. Turning, he then ran, with
preternatural speed, out the back door of the club to his truck.
At the speed with which he was able to
move, and with no lights in the alley behind the club, he was confident
he would have been all but invisible. Not that he cared. All he cared
about, now, was getting his mate away from this town. He had to get her
somewhere safe.
Placing her gently on the back seat of the
truck, he quickly got behind the wheel. He pulled out slowly and left
the area at a sedate pace. He wasn’t quite so crazed that he’d further
endanger his mate by getting pulled over for a traffic violation. How would I explain having an unconscious female in my truck to the local federale’s?
As he drove calmly away, belying his
actual state of mind, he grew increasingly enraged. He imagined what may
have happened to his mate, had he not intervened tonight. It was enough
that they’d drugged her. That they’d touched her. But the thought of
what that deviate, Cristian Renta, may have been planning for her, had
his vision turning red with rage. His cat was clawing at him to be set
free. It wanted to kill the threat to its mate.
In the confined space of the truck his
mate’s scent was like ambrosia. He could taste the sweet honey and
subtle vanilla scent on his tongue as it filled the cabin. He decided,
there and then, that he could live on her scent alone. If the mere smell
of her was this good, then her taste would be exquisite. His mouth
began to water as he imagined tasting her.
He wanted to hold her.
ADULT EXCERPT
ZJason carried her small, towel-wrapped body to the bed. “Now I can unwrap you like the gift you are, Bethany.”
“I was a little scared when you weren’t there this morning.” She reached for him, but he pulled back, removing his clothes.
“I told you, love, no more running.”
Pulling her ass to the edge of the bed, he knelt between her thighs. “It
will take time, but you will trust me.”
“I found your note. It was lovely.”
Caressing up the inside of her thighs, he parted them slowly. “I meant it, Bethany. I love you.”
Lowering his head he gently nipped her inner thighs, causing her to wriggle and laugh.
“Our mate is ticklish,” Michael said,
laying on the bed beside Bethany. He used a hand to still her hips and
kissed a path from her navel upwards.
Jason’s cock twitched and throbbed as the
room filled with the scent of Bethany’s leaking juices. He licked those
juices gently off the lips of her pussy.
“Ambrosia,” he said, humming at the taste of her.
Circling her clitoris with his tongue, he hummed again, eliciting a fresh gush of cream as she moaned and bucked her hips.
Samson joined them, and lay on her other
side, adding his hand to her bucking pelvis. He lowered his head to lick
and suck Bethany’s nipple
“I’d never shared a lover with my brothers
before you,” Jason said. “I’m finding it’s very arousing watching them
tease your sweet pink nipples with their mouths. Listening to your cries
of pleasure.”
He sucked gently on her clitoris, before
thrusting his tongue deep into her. She tightened and swelled around his
tongue as he fucked her with it, lapping up her juices.
Needing to watch her orgasm, he replaced his tongue with his fingers and stroked them into her as he watched her peak.
While she was still in the throes of her
orgasm, Michael rolled her on top of him and pumped into her, prolonging
her orgasm with slow thrusts of his cock.
Samson reached for the lube in the bedside
draw and threw it to him. He may be new to menage sex, but he didn’t
need to be told what to do next.
As Samson knelt next to Bethany’s mouth,
she reached for his straining cock and placed in between her lips with a
purr. That purr had his cat howling with need to join them.
He squirted some lube onto his hand and stroked his painfully engorged cock.
“I’m getting my cock ready for your tight
ass, Bethany. I’ll stretch you first, my love, but I’m going to take
this sexy ass.” Michael shifted his grip from her hips to her buttocks,
spreading her wide for him.
“Yes.” Her husky plea was muffled by Samson’s cock.
“A little cold, sweetheart,” he said, rubbing his slicked fingers over the tight opening of her virgin ass.
Moaning, she pushed up to meet him, his fingers slipping through the tight muscles.
“Hurry, Jason, I need you with us,” she said, stroking Samson’s cock with her hand.
“I won’t hurt you, Bethany,” Jason said,
his cock pulsing with the need for release. “Jesus, I could come just
imagining being inside you.”
Michael stilled his thrusts as Jason
massaged her tight ass, feeling the muscles soften and relax around his
fingers. “Hurry, Jase. Our sexy minx has got me right on the edge.”
Jason removed his fingers and kissed his way up Bethany’s spine, his cock positioned at her anus.
“You’re mine,” he said, and flexed his
hips. A loud growl tore from his throat as his lubed shaft slid deep
into her ass on one smooth stroke.
Bethany moaned around Samson’s cock, and
pushed up to impale him deeper still. The tight walls of her ass were a
sweet torture. Michael began to move and Jason could feel the walls of
her pussy vibrate with her building orgasm.
“Push in when I pull out,” Michael said
with a strained groan. His instruction shook Jason out of his haze, and
he joined with Michael and Bethany in their carnal dance.
“This is how it was meant to be,” Samson
said, his hands supporting Bethany’s head as stroked into her mouth.
“You’re ours, kitten. Forever.”
This joining felt natural. He felt complete. Never had anything in his life made him feel so centered and whole.
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