I’ve got a book coming out on Wednesday! This is the follow up to Ascension and is Laurent and Rain’s story…
Rain Foster works as a waitress while working hard to make her career take off. Her paintings are the center of her life until Laurent Cole walks into the cafe. Suddenly she’s dealing with a very alpha male pursuing her and the not so very tiny detail that he’s a werewolf too.
Laurent Cole has been the Third in Command in the Cherchez Wolf Pack for decades. His life is simple, good – but he knows he’s missing something and when he claps eyes on Rain, he knows what it is.
Their coming together is complicated further by the past Rain has worked so hard to keep a secret. Laurent isn’t about to let anyone do his wife any harm and Rain begins to believe Laurent and her new family will keep her safe.
But the world becomes more complicated every day…
Oh and I’m running a contest to win an ARC over at the Ladies of the Club Blog!
Excerpt Behind The Cut – 18 and Over Only!
Laurent laid Rain down on the bed and she undid the buttons of her robe and parted it, showing him the blood red camisole and panties that he’d bought for her.
“Yeah,” he whispered as she got to her knees, helping him off with his clothes. “That’s what I’m talking about. So fucking beautiful. Sexy. I love you so much,” he said, lips against the flesh of her neck.
“On your back,” she ordered and he complied, his hair fanning out on the pillows and over his shoulders and arms as he looked up at her.
“I’m all yours, Rain.” His mouth quirked up in one corner.
“I know. Lucky, lucky me.” She started at the hollow of his neck, swirling her tongue, tasting the salt of his skin there. Her hair trailed down his skin as she kissed lower and lower, loving the way his muscles quivered as she touched him.
Slowly she took him into her mouth. Her movements were tentative at first. She was still learning his body so she listened to the sounds he made, taking cues from the way he responded to the things she did. When his hands tightened in her hair, when he couldn’t help but thrust up into her mouth, when his body seized and he moaned. With each new success she grew more confident. More than anything she loved sucking his cock because it brought him so much pleasure and that made her feel like a goddess. She loved making him feel good.
“Rain, that feels so good,” he hissed as she pressed the tip of her tongue into the dip just below the crown. She knew he was close, his muscles were taut and his cock got harder and harder as she moved on him. Taking a deep breath, she took him as far as she could into her mouth and dragged her nails lightly over his balls and he gasped and began to come, his fingers gripping her shoulders tight.
She continued to kiss and lick him for long moments afterward. He picked her up carefully, rolling her to her back, looming above her. He looked into her face, locking gazes with her. She loved him fiercely, this larger-than-life man who showed her nothing but gentleness and care.
“All I could think of at the lodge was kneeling between your thighs and licking your pussy until you screamed.” He caressed her skin, ran the palms of his hands over her ribs and across her nipples. “All those males would be watching, cocks hard as they listened to your soft sounds of entreaty. The scent of your pussy rising, the sound of my mouth on you echoing over their harsh breath.”
He’d rendered her speechless at the thought. Exhibitionism had never been a particular fantasy but perhaps she’d never had the right man for it.
He kept his eyes on hers as he latched onto a nipple, teeth grazing it.
Warm ripples of pleasure broke over her, spreading outward from his mouth. A gasp came from her when he moved on but she moaned soon after as he left hot, openmouthed kisses down her belly before pulling her knees up to open her to him. He settled between her thighs.
The tip of his tongue traced over inner and outer labia, over and over, just barely flicking over her clit as he reached it. “I love your pussy, Rain. So sweet and soft. So hot and wet. I could eat you for days.”
A sound came from her but she wasn’t sure what she said or where it came from. A sort of low moan of need. Not a whimper, not a whine, but laced with desire and begging.
“What was that, baby?” He teased her, the tip of his tongue moving just above her clit. A whisper of a touch.
“Are you teasing me?” she burst out.
He chuckled and the vibrations jangled her nerves, making her body jerk. “I’m not teasing. I mean to follow up on what I’m doing. But I think you need to tell me what you want.”