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Showing posts with label Susan Hayes. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Now Available - 3013: STOWAWAY







Sonja Grekov has spent her life in a gilded cage, trapped by her wealthy family’s expectations and the scroll tattoo on her face that declares her to be one of the coveted fertile women on Earth. No longer willing to be a pawn to further her parents’ ambition, she finally finds the courage to break free before she can be claimed in a loveless match. She is determined to set her own path, but never expected where it would take her...

Trevar Storm and Deacon Wilde are Alliance Elites, but there’s nothing elite about their current assignment. They crew one of the oldest freighters in the fleet, ferrying goods across Alliance controlled space with just each other for company. With a reputation for trouble and no chance at promotion, the two men are planning for the day they can go into business for themselves and leave their military lives behind.


A straightforward supply run turns into a life changing event when the two elites discover a treasure hidden in their cargo bay. Keeping their sexy stowaway may bring the full wrath of the Alliance down on their heads, but Trevar and Deacon won’t let her go without a fight. Will their journey end in heartache, or can three misfit hearts find love in the darkness between the stars?




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Friday, July 4, 2014

3013: STOWAWAY - Sneak Peek

3013: STOWAWAY


Sonja Grekov has spent her life in a gilded cage, trapped by her wealthy family’s expectations and the scroll tattoo on her face that declares her to be one of the coveted fertile women on Earth. No longer willing to be a pawn to further her parents ambition, she finally finds the courage to break free before she can be claimed in a loveless match. She is determined to set her own path, but never expected where it would take her...

Trevar Storm and Deacon Wilde are Alliance Elites, but there’s nothing elite about their current assignment. They crew one of the oldest freighters in the fleet, ferrying goods across Alliance controlled space with just each other for company. With a reputation for trouble and no chance at promotion, the two men are planning for the day they can go into business for themselves and leave their military lives behind.

A straightforward supply run turns into a life changing event when the two elites discover a treasure hidden in their cargo bay. Keeping their sexy stowaway may bring the full wrath of the Alliance down on their heads, but Trevar and Deacon won’t let her go without a fight. Will their journey end in heartache, or can three misfit hearts find love in the darkness between the stars?


Coming July 10th, 2014

Monday, May 26, 2014

Giveaway - Wilde Edge and an Amazon Gift Card



As a thank you for making Wilde Edge's release a wonderful success, I'm having a giveaway.

Grand Prize: $20 Amazon gift card and an ebook copy of 
Wilde Edge 






Two bullets. That’s all it took to change Taggart Wilde’s life. His wounds have healed, but his career as a police officer is over. Struggling to move on, Tag searches for new purpose, and ends up finding it in the most unlikely of places.

Jolena Miller’s passion is fixing up classic cars. As the owner of her own garage, she has convinced herself she’s happy just being one of the guys, unnoticed and unremarkable…until she meets Tag.

One look at the curvy little mechanic has Tag’s engine revving, and he is determined to make her his. But just as Jo starts to believe they might have a future together, her ex-husband reappears in her life, stirring up old pains and new problems. When pushed to the edge, can two lonely hearts fight for a future together, or will the past be too much to overcome?





Thursday, May 15, 2014

Cover Reveal - Wilde Edge



Coming May 19th, 2014

Wilde Edge: Wilde Brothers #2



Two bullets. That’s all it took to change Taggart Wilde’s life. His wounds have healed, but his career as a police officer is over. Struggling to move on, Tag searches for new purpose, and ends up finding it in the most unlikely of places.

Jolena Miller’s passion is fixing up classic cars. As the owner of her own garage, she has convinced herself she’s happy just being one of the guys, unnoticed and unremarkable…until she meets Tag.

One look at the curvy little mechanic has Tag’s engine revving, and he is determined to make her his. But just as Jo starts to believe they might have a future together, her ex-husband reappears in her life, stirring up old pains and new problems. When pushed to the edge, can two lonely hearts fight for a future together, or will the past be too much to overcome?




Monday, April 7, 2014

Tiger Trap - Release Day Giveaway

NOW AVAILABLE

 


TIGER TRAP



Tessa Banks is a cat burglar, in more than once sense of the word. A leopard shifter with a talent for taking what doesn’t belong to her, she braves the wintery cold of a Rocky Mountain resort town in a quest for vengeance.

Reformed thief and tiger shifter, Doyle Frost, uses his unique talents to steal from the bad guys instead of for them. Known as one of the best, a simple retrieval for a client should’ve been easy, but in the game of chance, things hardly ever go according to plan.


Plans go off the rails when the two thieves discover that Fate has a twisted sense of timing. Will they be able to keep their hands off each other and stay out of trouble long enough to pull off the heist, or will one of them be left to take the fall while the other takes the prize?






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Thursday, April 3, 2014

Tiger Trap - Sneak Peak


Coming April 7th, 2014


Here's the official excerpt for Tiger Trap - Finders Keepers #1


The first whiff of her scent hit him as he left the treeline. Doyle’s stride lengthened, going from an effortless lope to a sprint as he chased that elusive fragrance right up to the door of the estate.

Mate.

Of all the times to find his mate, it had to be now? Doyle raised his muzzle to the falling snow and snarled in frustration. Somewhere in that house was his mate, and the Monet he’d been sent to retrieve. For the first time in his career, Doyle was going off target. Nothing would stop him from finding his mate. Nothing, and no one.

He wanted to charge in, to seek her out and claim her. His mate’s scent was rich, tantalizing enough to cloud his human mind and allow his tiger to dominate. It was only by sheer will that he reined the beast in, reminding it that there were still security measures in place. He had to speak to the wolves, get them to deactivate the barriers so he could find his mate.

He shifted to human and the bitter chill helped him focus. Made him more human, but even then Doyle could feel the beast pacing just beneath the surface of his mind. In this form his sense of smell was lessened, but he could still taste her perfume lingering on the air. His cock surged to life despite the cold, hard enough he could have battered the door with it. Not that he needed to. Someone had left the goddamned door open. Doyle tore open the pack, the biting cold numbing his fingers and slowing him down as he fumbled for the Bluetooth style earpiece. He got it into his ear at last and flicked it on with a shaking hand.

“I’m here. Deactivate everything, right fucking now!” he snarled, the tiger coming through in every word he uttered. His mate’s scent was everywhere. He needed to find her. Fuck her. Claim her for his own.

“Calm down, dude. We’re on it,” one of them replied, he couldn’t tell which one.

“You don’t understand. My mate. She’s here. Now. I have to find her.” Doyle was hauling clothing out of the pack as he spoke, dressing as quickly as he could in the black jogging pants and T-shirt that he found inside.

“Holy fuck. Did you say your mate is there?”

“Did I stutter, pup? She’s here. Now get me the fuck inside.”

“Uh, yeah. About that. Someone’s already deactivated the sensors from the main panel.”

Fuck. So either his mate was another thief, or she was involved with the owner. After more than a hundred years, the gods had picked a hell of a day to go screwing with not only his sex life, but his career. He stamped his feet into the cheap shoes he’d found at the bottom of the bag and sprinted into the house. His mate’s scent was stronger here, saturating the air and showing him the way.

Doyle took the stairs two at a time, then three, ignoring the twins’ questions as he tore through the ornately decorated house. He hit the landing at the top of the stairs and followed the alluring fragrance of his woman down the long corridor, fighting to keep his tiger in check with every step he took. He wanted to know her name and her taste. What she would sound like when she laughed? When she cried out his name in pleasure? He wanted to know everything about the woman he’d never expected to find. Above all else, though, he wanted to feel her body beneath his as he took her and claimed her for his own.

Barely slowing, he passed the doorway to what his intel indicated would be the main display area for Christophe Heinz’s collection of stolen goods. Normally, Doyle would have paused to reflect on the beauty all around him, but not this time. This time he only had eyes for the captivating creature who was staring at him from the far side of the room.

Fucking hell, she was gorgeous. Petite and curvy, with a tumbling mane of golden blonde hair that framed her face and set off the startling green of her eyes. Eyes that were currently wide with shock.

Mate.

The word bounced around the inside of his skull as lust seared his veins. He snarled, baring his fangs. She curled her lip in answer, her eyes widening as her nostrils flared and understanding dawned in those beautiful eyes. “No!”

Well, that wasn’t a word Doyle heard very often.

His beautiful mate hurriedly crammed something into a bag and set it down by her feet. A quick scan of the walls showed him exactly what was in the bag, one of a series of paintings of water lilies. His mate was a thief, and she was stealing the same damned thing he was here to retrieve.

As far as he was concerned, there was only one possible explanation for this state of affairs. Fate was a fickle bitch with a wicked sense of humor.

“My name is Doyle Frost, and I believe you have two things that belong to me, love.” His brogue was back, proof that his control was slipping, badly.

“And what might that be?” she asked, her voice somehow managing to be both sensual and full of challenge at the same time.

“Well, for one thing, that’s my client’s painting you have in your bag. I’ll be having it back, if you don’t mind.”

Her eyes darkened and she shook her head in denial. “It’s mine. You can’t have it. Not the painting, and not anything else you might be thinking to claim.”

“Is that so?” he challenged and prowled across the room, doing his best to ignore the steel rod that had replaced his cock and the demanding roar of his tiger who wanted nothing but to take what was his.

She held her ground until he was only two feet in front of her, but then her gaze lowered to his very obvious erection and she took a step back. “No.”

“You keep saying that word as if it’s going to change anything, my beauty. It won’t.” He lunged for her, grabbing her and hauling her roughly into his arms. He couldn’t wait any longer. “You’re mine.”

Monday, March 31, 2014

Tiger Trap - Cover Reveal



Tiger Trap is the first story in my new series, Finders Keepers for Evernight's  Romance on the Go line. It will be out at Evernight, Amazon, B&N, and All Romance ebooks on April 7th.

The mission was simple...until fate stepped in.

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Tessa Banks is a cat burglar, in more than once sense of the word. A leopard shifter with a talent for taking what doesn’t belong to her, she braves the wintery cold of a Rocky Mountain resort town in a quest for vengeance.

Reformed thief and tiger shifter, Doyle Frost, uses his unique talents to steal from the bad guys instead of for them. Known as one of the best, a simple retrieval for a client should’ve been easy, but in the game of chance, things hardly ever go according to plan.


Plans go off the rails when the two thieves discover that Fate has a twisted sense of timing. Will they be able to keep their hands off each other and stay out of trouble long enough to pull off the heist, or will one of them be left to take the fall while the other takes the prize?

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Now Available - 3013: RENEGADE





In the aftermath of a war that almost destroyed Earth, the Alliance now rules, but not everyone chooses to live by their laws. Alayna is a rebel living by her own rules in the harsh badlands, outside the Alliance’s control. She is a thief, stealing from the wealthy to provide for those who cannot survive on their own, all while hiding the tattoo that marks her as one of the few remaining fertile women on Earth…making her a target.

Alliance Elites Nikolai Grekov and Colin Nielson are stationed at a neglected base on the edge of the badlands after years spent in space. Their orders are to track down an elusive thief that’s been plaguing the area’s outposts, but they also have their own agenda. Both men want to find and claim a fertile woman to call their own and fulfill their dreams of becoming a family.

When the men catch the sexy, headstrong, thief breaking into their home, they claim Alayna for their own. Nikolai and Colin may have claimed their chosen, but the battle for her heart has just begun. Can they find a way to win her trust or will their beautiful renegade’s need for freedom destroy their chance of happiness?




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Friday, February 21, 2014

3013: RENEGADE Sneak Peek!


Here are two excerpts from my new release - 3013: RENEGADE!

Look for it on Amazon, Smashwords and ARe on February 26th! 





STORY EXCERPT

She snarled in defiance as he turned his back on her, holding out her knife so she could see it. “And that’s why I’m keeping your knife. Watch yourself, Ghost. I’ll be right ba—” Nikolai’s instincts kicked in and he turned, catching the little minx in mid-air as she came at him, her hands already curved into claws. He used her own momentum against her, letting it spin them both around so that she wound up slammed against the kitchen wall. He didn’t want to hurt her, but despite trying to slow her impact he heard Alayna’s teeth clack together as her back hit the wall.
Shit.
“Give me back my knife!” Alayna yelled, reaching for the blade despite the fact his reach was far longer than hers.
“Not fucking likely, minx. If I do, you’re going to stab me with it.” As much as he disliked the idea of hurting a woman, he had no intention of getting his ass handed to him by a girl either. And right now she was doing her best to take him on. She was stronger than he’d expected given her lean build, and a hell of a lot fiercer.
She kept struggling with him, her deep green eyes wild and her expression nearly feral. She was close enough he could smell her, a mix of warm woman and rainwater that somehow seemed like the best perfume he’d ever scented. She wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped tight enough Nikolai felt his spine creak in protest. Nails slashed at his cheek and he dropped the knife, freeing his hands to grip her wrists. His face burned where she’d scratched him, adding more fuel to the fire raging in his blood. He pinned her hands to the wall on either side of her shoulders and leaned in, using his body to trap hers and force her to stop fighting him.
Adrenaline surged through him, but coupled with it was a powerful need for the woman currently trying to scratch his eyes out. She was glorious in her fury. Like a goddess of battle from another time. He growled as she writhed against him and she responded in kind, her soft lips parting as she snarled in challenge. Every twist of her body ground her pussy against his cock and dragged the swell of her breasts across his chest. Gazes locked, bodies bucking, what had started as a struggle turned into something just as primal, but far more intimate.
Nikolai dropped his head and kissed her, crushing their mouths together and capturing that first sweet moan against his tongue. He released one of her wrists, using his newly freed hand to cradle the back of her head, cushioning it from the wall behind her. She grabbed the front of his uniform and twisted it in her fist, using it as leverage to lift herself up. Her mouth opened to his, tempting him to savor and taste. Her tongue dueled with his, their kiss evolving into a sexually charged battle for dominance that Nikolai had no intention of losing. He sensed that given an inch, the minx in his arms would take a light year and still not be satisfied. She was all fire and fury, and he wanted to fuck her so badly his dick throbbed in time to his pounding heart.
Thief or not, he wanted her, and he hoped like hell she was going to let him have her. Let them have her.
Alayna wasn’t sure when her anger had turned to lust. She wasn’t even sure why she had been so angered by Nikolai’s taunting that she’d gone after him. She only knew that having gotten a taste of what she’d been dreaming about for days, she wanted more. If this was to be her last night of freedom, then there was no reason she shouldn’t take what pleasure she could find. If she found a way to escape, she’d have to disappear. No matter what happened, she’d never see them again.
After a lifetime of dancing too close to the fire, Alayna had more than her share of scars and heartbreak. The one thing she didn’t have many of, was regrets. She nipped at Nikolai’s lip and then pulled back far enough she could meet his gaze. Fire and longing blazed in their dark depths. Longing for her. It was all she needed to know.
“Yes,” she said, giving him the answer to a question that hadn’t been asked yet.
She expected him to kiss her then, or carry her upstairs. Instead he released her other wrist, gave her a cocky grin and inclined his head to one side. She glanced over and saw Colin standing a few feet away, his gray eyes glowing like molten steel as he arched a brow at her.
“Yes?” Colin asked, his voice husky with desire.
Alayna’s pulse kicked up another notch as she heard the hunger contained in that single word. Both of them. Stars, what would that be like? Her inner walls pulsed at the idea, and her pussy flooded with fresh cream as her head filled with lurid images. Out in the badlands, trios were still not the norm, and Alayna’s lovers had always been singular. There wasn’t much she hadn’t tried, but two men…that was something she’d never considered. Not until now. She reached for Colin with her newly freed hand. “Hell, yes.” 


ADULT EXCERPT

Stroke our cocks, Alayna. I want to feel your hands on me,” Colin said and moved back a little, opening a space between their bodies.
“Fuck, yeah,” Nikolai growled in agreement.
Alayna discovered her mouth had gone dry as she reached down and took a cock in each hand. Stars, they were big. Alayna couldn’t get her fingers to touch when she encircled their thick shafts. Thinking about what it would be like to have that impressive girth pounding into her drew a low moan of need from her throat, and both men’s cocks twitched in response.
She measured their length with her fingertips, running her thumbs over the slit at the top and spreading the moisture gathering there across their glans. When she ran the palm of her hand over the sensitive tip of his cock, Nikolai groaned and began to pump his hips so that his shaft slid between her fingers. “Fuck that feels good.”
Colin spoke. “Grip his cock tighter, Alayna. He likes it a little rougher.” She closed her tighter and Nikolai tensed, his hips working faster now. “See? Now you’ve got him. If you keep that up he’ll be coming soon.”
“Bastard! You want me to come so you can fuck her first.”
Alayna tightened her fingers around Colin’s cock and began working his the same way. “And how do you like to be touched?”
“Just like that,” Colin groaned near her ear. “We both like it a little rough. You game, princess?”
Her pussy creamed at Colin’s words and she nodded, not trusting her voice. She wanted these two any way she could get them, but if she was going to indulge in her fantasies, then hard and rough was exactly what she’d imagined it would be like with her two dream lovers.
“Yes.”
“Then that’s where your hands stay until we give you permission to move them,” Nikolai told her gruffly and ran a hand down the top of her thigh. Colin mirrored his action and when their hands reached her knees both men took hold and tugged, parting her legs. She gasped as they both drew one of her legs over their thighs, exposing her bare sex. One of them groaned and she knew they could see how wet she was for them.
Colin moved first, running his finger along the seam of her pussy. His touch was too light to do anything but tease, and she bucked her hips, craving more. He gave in to her silent demands, sliding two fingers into her channel and Alayna’s entire world lit up like a supernova. Colin started fucking her pussy with his fingers while Nikolai started rubbing her clit, the combination sending her hurtling into a place of mindless pleasure. Thick digits plunged deep and then retreated again, fucking her mercilessly. Fingers worked the swollen bundle of nerves tucked beneath its tender hood, flicking and teasing until she was barely able to breathe. Her hands never stopped moving, and she could tell by their low groans that she was not the only one being pushed to the brink.
She closed her eyes as time slowed to a crawl. They worked her body like maestros, holding her at the edge of release but not giving her enough to send her tumbling over.
Nikolai was enjoying watching their little thief lose herself in her passion. It wasn’t often they found a woman with the combination of courage and confidence needed to take them both on without reservation, but here she was. Theirs, at least for the night. He had every intention making it an experience she’d never forget.
Maybe it would be enough to convince her to stick around for a few days.
He caught Colin’s gaze and gave his partner a single nod that had the other man grinning in answer. It was time. Nikolai curved his fingers upward on his next stroke, seeking the spot on her inner wall that he knew would send her into orbit and he felt Alayna tense as Colin pressed down hard on her clit. Her eyes flew open and her hips rose up off the bed as her climax struck, and Nikolai drank in her cries of pleasure.







Thursday, February 6, 2014

Evernight's Love Scene Blog Hop




Welcome to Evernight's Love Scene blog hop. Wilde Chase is my first book with Evernight Publishing, and the first book in the Wilde Brothers series, so I thought it only fitting I shared the scene where Kelly and Ben get together for the first time.




They made it through the small kitchen and all the way to the bottom of the stairs before he stopped to kiss her again, her back pressed to the wainscoting and his hands curving under her ass to hold her in place. She could feel the length of his cock straining against the confines of his pants and imagined how good it would be to have him inside her. She squirmed at the thought, sending a bolt of pleasure slamming through her.

Ben broke off the kiss, moving his mouth away just enough to speak. “I want to take you upstairs now. And if you say yes, I’m going to take you to bed and keep you there all night. Tell me you want this too, baby.”

“Yes,” she whispered without hesitation. She wanted this. She needed this. Needed Ben. Oh God, she needed him.

“Thank you, God,” he groaned and kissed her again, grinding himself against her body until they were both shaking with need.

“Take me upstairs, caveman,” she teased him and he growled, the noise nearly lost in another clap of thunder.

“That’s not going to be my nickname, is it?” he asked as he moved her away from the wall and started carrying her up the stairs.

“You’d prefer Benji?”

“No. God, no. My mother calls me Benji!”

“Then caveman it is,” she giggled and stuck out her tongue.

Ben’s only response was to kiss her again before jogging up the stairs, taking them two at a time in his rush to get her to his room. She was moving too fast to see more than a glimpse of narrow hall, closed doors, and a dark hardwood floor as she found herself whisked down the corridor and into the room at the far end. In here everything was done in shades of grey and blue, and she knew without a doubt they were in Ben’s bedroom.

A four-poster bed took up most of the space in the room, its dark stained wood an exact match to the dresser and side tables that were crammed in around it. He carried her to the bed and set her down so she was perched on the edge. “You’re soaking wet and so am I. Do you want a hot shower first to warm up?”
Kelly shook her head and stood up so that she was standing right in front of him. Very deliberately she reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt, letting her fingers stroke each bit of skin as she bared it. “I think we should get out of these wet clothes.”

“Brilliant idea.”

She finished with his shirt and he had it off in seconds, revealing a broad chest with the perfect amount of dark hair dusted across it. He somehow looked even bigger with his shirt off, and Kelly splayed her hands across his muscular torso, measuring the distance for herself. His skin was hot under her palms and when she stroked her fingers through the crisp curls of his chest hair she could have sworn the temperature jumped a few degrees.

He found the hem of her skirt, raising it up an inch at a time, as his fingertips drew patterns of desire up the sides of her thighs. When he touched the lace of her panties he paused, kissing her deeply as she continued to explore his bared flesh. Her fingers reached the clasp on his pants and she undid it in a rush, the bulge behind his fly tempting her to hurry.

He was big, that much she could tell already. When she slipped her hand behind the warm silk of his boxer-briefs, he groaned into her mouth as she wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft. Ben bucked his hips lightly, pushing his cock into her hand. His eagerness was a match for hers, and Kelly wasn’t surprised when he whisked her dress over her head in one quick move, forcing her to release him, however briefly.
His hands moved to her bra as she grasped his cock with one hand and eased his pants over his hips with the other. She wanted him naked. Now.

“You are fucking breathtaking, baby. I’m so happy you’re here with me,” he whispered into her ear as he helped her shrug out of her bra. The moment her breasts were free he gathered them in his hands and stroked every sensitive inch. His touch was making her pussy wet and her nerves sing. She swept the pad of her thumb over the tip of his cock, spreading the lubricating drops of precum she found there so that the entire head was moist and slick. His dick jumped in her hand in response, and his calloused fingers pinched her nipples just sharply enough to make her moan.

Another kiss nearly melted her panties and she could feel they were soaked with more than rainwater now. He had her on the verge of going up in flames with just a few deft touches and some incredible kisses.
He let go of her just long enough to toe off his shoes and shed his pants. She watched him strip in fascination, shivering just a little in the cool air of the air-conditioned space. He was bigger than even her most daring fantasies. Powerful shoulders, strong biceps, and ridged abs. He was one very well put together package. Her gaze drifted to his cock and she couldn’t help but smile. She’d been right, he was big. “You’re not the only one who is happy right now,” she said.

“Glad to hear it, baby.”  He reached for her and then cursed as they both heard the sound of nails on hardwood. “Not tonight, buddy. Tonight the bedroom is humans only.” Ben turned around and shooed Chase out, giving Kelly a chance to ogle his ass. She was still enjoying the view when he turned around to face her and caught her staring. Instead of commenting, he just grinned and crossed back over to where she stood, completely unconcerned by his nudity.

“One of us is still wearing clothes,” he pointed out, sliding his fingers beneath the lace sides of her panties and moved them over her hips. He dropped to his knees as he pushed them down her calves, pressing a kiss to her navel before letting his tongue swipe several slow, lazy circles around her belly button. When he finally got her panties to her ankles, she stepped out of them, letting him see her for the first time. She fought the urge to cover herself with her hands when his gaze traveled the length of her body and back again. She knew her body wasn’t perfect, but the way he was looking at her helped to banish the last concerns from her mind. He was staring at her as if she was the most beautiful woman in creation, and it melted Kelly’s heart. Without a word she stroked her fingers into his wet hair and bowed over him to press a kiss to the top of his head.

“Mine,” he muttered, the single syllable so softly she barely heard it. Before she could react, he buried his face between her thighs, his hands coaxing her legs wider as he nuzzled against her slick curls. Hot breath fanned over her wet skin, his mouth nuzzling against her outer lips.

Feeling off balance, Kelly reached for the corner post of the bed, needing the support. She sank down onto the edge of the mattress and Ben growled in approval. He dropped his shoulders one at a time as he coaxed her legs wider, working his shoulders between her knees until she was completely open before him. “Lie back and let me taste you, baby.”

The moment Kelly stretched out on the bed, Ben had her legs draped over his shoulders and his mouth on her pussy. His tongue danced in tiny circles around her swollen clit, coming achingly close before moving away again. “Ben, please!” she heard herself begging, but he just chuckled, the vibrations adding another level to her pleasurable torment.

Again and again he tasted and teased, never quite giving her enough stimulation to let her find her release. Kelly’s pulse was thundering as if she’d just run a race and her fingers were curled into the quilt, kneading at it in time to the flicking of Ben’s tongue. She pressed down on his shoulders, using him to lever her hips off the bed in a silent demand for more.

This time he rewarded her by sucking her clit into the heat of his mouth, holding it carefully between his teeth. He lashed at the tender nub until she was hovering on the edge of an orgasm as fierce and wild as the storm still raging outside. That was when he plunged two fingers inside her, pushing her past her limits.
She came on a cry, her body arching high off the bed as every cell of her body was saturated with pleasure. The feeling was so intense that she lost herself for a time, only drifting back to the here and now when she felt Ben moving.

“Kelly?” he spoke her name in hushed tones. The bed dipped as he lay down beside her, tugging her limp body into his arms.

She opened her eyes and smiled when she saw his handsome face looking down at her. “Hello, sexy.”
He leaned in to kiss her, one hand threading into her hair as the other stroked down her back to cup her ass. “I think watching you come is my new favorite thing in all the world. You are gorgeous when you let yourself go like that.”

“Want to see it again?” She waggled her brows at him, laughing as he grinned and nodded eagerly.
“Hell yes I want to see that again, and again, and again. I told you, baby, once I got you upstairs you were staying here all night. I have plans for you, and they don’t involve sleeping.”




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Wednesday, January 22, 2014

New Release: Wilde Chase & a Giveaway



Available at: Evernight & Amazon

Guess what day it is? It's release day for Wilde Chase! (Well,  officially it's tomorrow, but who is counting?) To celebrate my first book with Evernight Publishing, I'm going to be doing a giveaway. Check the bottom of this post for details!


Blurb:

Police Officer Ben Wilde is married to his work, and he wants a divorce. A third generation cop, he knows the price his career demands, but he still hopes for more out of life than taking down criminals and late nights with his canine partner, Chase.
Veterinarian Kelly Towers loves all animals, but she has a special place in her heart for Chase and Ben, his human handler. When her clinic is broken into, it brings the sexy Chicago cop and his four footed partner to her door, and the sparks that have been smoldering between them finally combust into flames.

Two passionate souls, two demanding careers and too many secrets lead to a Wild chase...






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Thursday, January 16, 2014

Wilde Chase - Cover reveal and a new excerpt


Just one more week until Wilde Chase is released!

I released the blurb last week, so this time I thought I'd tantalize everyone with a smoking hot excerpt.

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He was working on the last batch of pancakes when Kelly came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. The soft mounds of her breasts were pressed into his back as she wriggled herself seductively against his backside. “Are you trying to distract the cook?”

Kelly slipped her fingers past the drawstring of his pants and caressed his rapidly rising cock. “I might be. Is it working?”

“Uh huh. If you keep that up, your breakfast is going to get cold.”
“I’m willing to risk it if you are.”

Ben lifted the pan off the burner and turned off the stove. “Breakfast is officially postponed.”

Her hand encircled his dick, pumping her fist in slow, firm strokes that made it hard for him to think. When he tried to turn around and face her, Kelly tightened her grip, making it clear she wanted him to stay where he was. He could tell she was getting turned on when her nipples tightened to pebbles, pressing into his back as she ground her pussy against his ass.

“Much as I’m enjoying this, I can’t touch you this way,” he grumbled. It didn’t matter that they’d had sex half the night. Right now all he wanted was to have her under his hands again. When she finally released him he turned around immediately, but when he reached for her she danced out of his reach, shaking her head.
“Will you let me do something for you? Please?” Kelly’s eyes shimmered with heat, the pink in her cheeks making them appear more blue than gray. One look at her lovely face and Ben knew he’d agree to whatever she had in mind, do anything she asked, just so long as she kept looking at him like that.

He nodded and her answering smile hit him like a punch to the stomach. Shit, he was in serious trouble.
“Come over here, and then don’t move,” she said, gesturing to a clear area of counter near the sink. He had no idea what she was planning, but he moved to where she had pointed and leaned back against the counter, his hands resting on the edge of the countertop. Before he could ask what she was up to, Kelly grabbed a dishtowel and dropped it on the floor at his feet. She lowered herself to her knees so her mouth was level with his groin.

Without giving him time to think, she tugged down his pants to mid-thigh and started dusting the length of his cock with tiny kisses. Lust roared through him, his hips already bucking gently against her mouth. “That feels so good, baby.”

She took the head of his cock into her mouth and hummed in response, the vibrations travelling right through to his balls. It felt so good his knees nearly buckled and he had to grip the edge of the counter to stay upright.

Kelly just continued humming, one hand fisting the base of his cock as the other cupped his balls and started massaging them gently. Her tongue started working back and forth across the tip and a low groan rumbled up from Ben’s chest as he watched. Every twist of her head and flick of her tongue made it harder to stay still. He wanted to thread his fingers through her dark curls and fuck her mouth until he came, but he didn’t.
Watching her kneel in front of him, her head bowed and her soft hair brushing against his thighs, was the most intoxicating thing he’d ever seen. Every stroke of her tongue was pure pleasure, and he was certain that his fingerprints would be forever embedded in the counter’s edge by the time she was done turning him inside out.

Monday, January 13, 2014

Wilde Chase - Release date



Wilde Chase has a release date! The first book in my new M/F contemporary series "Wilde Brothers" is coming January 23rd to Evernight Publishers.

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To celebrate the news, here's the official blurb:

Police Officer Ben Wilde is married to his work, and he wants a divorce. A third generation cop, he knows the price his career demands, but he still hopes for more out of life than taking down criminals and late nights with his canine partner, Chase.

Veterinarian Kelly Towers loves all animals, but she has a special place in her heart for Chase and Ben, his human handler. When her clinic is broken into, it brings the sexy Chicago cop and his four footed partner to her door, and the sparks that have been smoldering between them finally combust into flames.

Two passionate souls, two demanding careers and too many secrets lead to a wild chase...


Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Summoned and Stolen - Cover Reveal



Summoned and Stolen:  Book Two in the Summoned Series


Lily is a magically bound slave who exists only to serve as a living ornament - the greatest of her master’s treasures.  When her master is killed, she finds herself bound to a vicious and cruel Duke whose dark intentions leave her terrified for her life.

Kel is the leader the fiercest mercenary army in the kingdoms, answering to no man and guided only by his personal code of honor. Upon learning that he and his men fought and died so their employer could gain control of a fae pleasure slave, he is furious. When that same man breaks his word and refuses to pay for Kel’s services, the mercenary knows just how to even the score.  He steals the Duke’s prize, the lovely fae slave.

Freedom comes at a cost, and the price Kel paid for the slave girl has made him a wanted man. Now the renegade warrior and the soft-hearted fae healer are running for their lives.  To survive, Lily must put her life in the bloodstained hands of a killer. To have what her heart desires, she’ll need to heal more than Kel’s wounds. She’ll need to heal his heart.

Coming to Amazon, ARe and Smashwords in late December

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Summoned and Sold - on sale this week only

To celebrate the upcoming release of book two in the Summoned Series, I'm putting putting book one, Summoned and Sold on sale for $0.99 December 8th until Friday the 13th. If you haven't picked up your copy yet, now's the time!**


Both Summoned & Sold and Summoned &Stolen will be available on Amazon, aRe and Smashwords at the end of December.



Wednesday, December 4, 2013

My letter to Santa



Dear Santa,

It’s been a long time since I wrote to you about that bike I wanted for Christmas. (Thanks for bringing it by the way, I loved that thing.)  It’s coming up on the holidays, and I’m about at my wits ends. You’re my last hope, Santa. I’m hoping you can come through for me again.

I want a boyfriend.

Yeah, I know that’s not your usual bailiwick. I’m not even sure if my wish qualifies as Human Trafficking. If it does, forget I asked and burn this letter. Neither of us needs the legal hassle. If you think you can help though, that would be great. The thing is, I’m not doing so well finding one on my own. I seem to attract certain types of guys, and they’re definitely not of the “keeper” variety.

 There’s the partial amnesiac that seems to have suffered a head injury that prevents him from remembering that he has a wife and/or children. There’s the metro-sexual who spends more a month on manicures, hair appointments and beauty products than I do, and doesn’t really have time for a relationship because their one true love is their reflection. There’s the horn-dogs and the “far-too-youngs”, cougar bait looking for a fast hook up with no strings. And then, there’s the group I seem to attract the most often. The uber-green, rides a bike to work, doesn’t own a car/tv/home, organics only vegetarian who hugs a tree at least once a week.

I know the men that I write about are based on an ideal that no flesh and blood male could achieve. I also know that I’m a collection of quirks, flaws and a genetic tendency to curvaceous that no amount of salad will correct. I don’t want a perfect guy, but I’m hoping maybe you can find one that’s perfect for me.

I guess I’m not actually looking for a boyfriend. What I’m really asking for is my own Happily Ever After. Does that even fit in a stocking? I hope so.

If that’s too tall an order, don’t worry. My back-up wish is easy. Just bring me a few pounds of chocolate and a box of fresh batteries.

Merry Christmas, Big guy,

S.





Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Windswept has blown in! blogs and giveaways


Windswept is now available at SIREN-BOOKSTRAND!

I've been chatting up a storm all around the internet talking about my new book and giving away free copies. If you haven't had a chance to sign up to win yet, I decided to put them all in the same place for easy clicking.


Laurie Roma
http://laurieroma.blogspot.ca/2013/11/guest-susan-hayes-new-release-windswept.html

Lori King: 
http://lorikingbooks.wordpress.com/2013/11/27/get-swept-off-your-feet-by-susan-hayes-with-her-new-release/


Giveaways

Inner Goddess Forums: 

http://www.innergoddessforum.com/2013/11/susan-hayes-shares-why-kismet-cove-is.html

Nice Ladies, Naughty Books:

http://niceladiesnaughtybooks.com/2013/11/26/release-day-for-windswept-kismet-cove-2-and-a-giveaway/


Facebook Group Giveaway

Naughty Book Club: 

https://www.facebook.com/groups/257992987673573/

Friday, November 15, 2013

Windswept is now on pre-order - Excerpts are up

I am bouncing in my chair with excitement right now. Windswept, Kismet Cove 2 is now up for pre-order at Siren-Bookstrand.


Blurb: 

When Vivian arrives in the small town of Tofino for her best friend’s wedding, her own love life is the last thing on her mind. The winds of fate are changing, and soon she finds herself falling for the sinfully sexy owners of Breakers, the local bar.

Tucker and Byron are selkies, seal shapeshifters from the colony of Kismet Cove. Bound together by blood, the two of them are destined to share a mate. They’ve just about given up hope of finding her when Vivian turns their world and their hearts upside down.

Before long dark secrets, old wounds, and new enemies conspire against the three lovers. They’ll have to fight to stay together, defying family and tradition along the way.  When trust is broken and forces conspire against them, can their love weather the storm?

Story Excerpt

“Miss me?” Tucker’s deep voice sounded from behind her and a bottle of scotch with two fresh appeared in her vision. “I went back for our drinks.”

“My hero.” Vivian took the bottle and glasses from him and then laughed as he walked around and placed another stool in front of her. Instead of sitting in it properly he threw a leg over the seat and sat in it backward, so the back was against his chest and he could fold his arms over the top.“I thought you were coming over to join the party?” She gestured behind him to the bulk of the people gathered.

They’ll come say hi when they want to. I did mention I’m the black sheep, remember? So I thought I’d come keep company with the other unknown element.” He took back one of the glasses from her and then held it out for her to pour. “This time, you can serve me. Anyone asks, just say you work here.”

“You offering me a job?” She poured him a measure and then herself one before setting the bottle down on the nearest flat surface.

“Why, you looking for one?” He cocked that pierced eyebrow at her again and she felt her nipples harden as a wave of lust rolled through her. What was it about him that had her hormones in a tizzy?
“My boss demanded I leave the airport and come back to cover the shop for a week so she could fly to Hawaii at the last minute,” she explained with a shrug. “So I quit. I’ve worked in clubs before, but honestly, I am much better at cutting hair than making drinks or waiting tables."

“So you’re thinking about staying out here?” He seemed surprised at the idea.

“Maybe. I don’t know. Hell, two days ago I was missing my best friend and booking clients for New Year’s Eve styles and sets. Now I’m on the other side of the country and unemployed. I know Jess would be happy if I stayed, but I have no idea if that’s what I want. Not to mention the fact my bike and stuff are still back in Toronto.”

“If you decide to stay, you won’t have any trouble finding work once the tourist season starts. This whole town fills to overflowing. It’s a big change from the world you grew up in though.” He grinned and his dimple flashed. “You’re more likely to get attacked by a bear than a mugger, for one thing.”

“A bear! There are bears around here?” Jess hadn’t mentioned anything about any damned bears. “Tell me you’re kidding.”

Tucker was laughing and shaking his head. “I’m not kidding. Bears, deer, cougars. Even the occasional wolf. You have landed in the wilds of the west coast. You still think you want to stay here?”

“Who’s staying? And why are you telling her about the bears already, Tucker! Jeeze man, how many times do I have to tell not to traumatize the visitors?” Byron appeared beside them, laughing. “Pay no attention to him. He’s just trying to mess with you. The bears are quite happy to stay out of town, and the deer are only a threat to people who are foolish enough to try and grow a garden. Those things eat everything!”

“Hello again. Are you both out from behind the bar for the night now?” Vivian’s gaze bounced from one to the other, once again amazed that both men were clearly interested in her. Jess had said most of the folks in Kismet Cove were poly, did that mean these two were as well? Wicked thoughts filled her head for a moment and she had to mentally shake herself back to the present.

“I am free for the night. Barring catastrophes, bar fights or kitchen fires, that is.” Byron eyed the glass in her hand. “That’s not tequila.”

“Nope, Tucker found me something better.” She pointed to the bottle of scotch. “Much better.”

“He did, huh?” Byron whistled low when he spotted the brand. “Eighteen-year-old scotch? How did you get him to part with that, slim?”

“I asked nicely.” Viv fluttered her lashes at Byron. “It works wonders.”

“Besides, I’m joining her.” Tucker held up his own glass, still half full. “But you don’t have enough appreciation for good scotch to lay a finger on that bottle. Heathen.”

“Not a problem.” Byron threw up his hands in mock surrender, revealing he already had a drink in his hand. I’m driving home later so I’m sticking to unleaded for the rest of the night. Kitchen is about to bring out some nachos and appetizer platters. I came to warn you that if you’re hungry, you better be prepared to move fast. The locals are all very friendly until you get between them and their food supply, then they get ornery.”

As she hopped off her stool she found herself between them both, with Byron’s hand on the small of her back and Tucker’s resting between her shoulder blades. They escorted back to the main table as several servers appeared, all laden down with food. She could feel her stomach rumbling even if she couldn’t hear it over the music. She decided to throw discretion to the wind and enjoy all the indulgences the night had on offer. Good food, fine scotch, not to mention the attention of two men that she wouldn’t see again once she went home. After all, she was on holiday.


Adult Excerpt

 “I want to taste you,” Byron told her as his hands stilled. “Will you let me do that?”

She broke her kiss with Tucker and looked down to where Byron was kneeling between her legs with an expression of raw hunger on his face.

“Yes,” she whispered, feeling a rush of power at being able to control him with a single word. If she had denied him then he wouldn’t have touched her. That knowledge gave her a sense security and comfort. Safe in the arms of one lover with another at her feet, she tried to let it all go, freeing herself to enjoy this moment.

“Thank you,” he murmured and then bowed his head to place several butterfly kisses along the inside her knee. He kissed his way higher, an inch at a time and Tucker spread his legs, taking hers with him until she was spread out between them like an offering.
“So pretty,” Tucker whispered in her ear. “I want to see all of you, sugar. Are you ready for me to take this shirt off of you?”

She nodded and he groaned in approval before grabbing the shirt and whipping it off her so quickly she barely had time to raise her arms. He had his hands on her breasts before the shirt hit the floor. Byron lifted his head to stare at her, his eyes gleaming and his mouth quirked into a lopsided grin.

“I think we need to start a new theme at the bar. Topless Tuesdays. I’m willing to go shirtless if you are, Viv.”

“I’m certain that’s not legal,” she managed to talk despite the fact Tucker was expertly fondling her breasts, lightly teasing her nipples until they were aching and hard.

“And I’m certain no one else gets to see her naked. Period,” Tucker grumbled. “I don’t share well, and neither do you, bro.”

That made Vivian laugh out loud and she kept laughing until both men stopped what they were doing to stare at her. When she finally got her breath back to speak she gestured to the three of them before snickering again. “Sorry. It’s just that you two seem to be doing a great job of sharing right now. At least from where I’m sitting.”

“Glad you’re enjoying it,” Byron said and then dipped his head again, kissing his way ever closer to her now dripping pussy. His fingers stroked along the seam of her labia and her comeback was lost in a guttural moan of pleasure.

“Is he making you feel good, sugar?” Tucker’s voice was a low, sensual whisper. “Are you going to come for him the way you came for me earlier?” His words short-circuited her brain and she turned her head to kiss him, too turned on to form a coherent thought. His tongued twined with hers, making her whimper against his mouth as Byron’s fingers pressed into her folds and worked slow circles around her throbbing clit.

The sensation of having two men’s hands touching her and two mouths tasting her at once was making her hotter than she had been in her life. She knew that if Byron would just touch her clit she’d come hard and fast. She squirmed in Tucker’s lap, trying to get what she needed but Byron would not be rushed.

“Not yet. I haven’t gotten to taste you.” He moved in close enough that his shoulders were brushing her knees and he could nuzzle the neatly trimmed curls of her pussy. His breath fanned over her wet skin while his fingers kept up their steady, teasing strokes, making her wriggle again.

Tucker tweaked her nipples and she nearly came out of his lap at the added stimulus. Before she could refill her lungs Byron parted her labia with his thumbs and finally gave her what she needed, drawing her clit into his mouth and lashing it with the tip of his tongue until she was once again on the jagged edge of release.
Tucker ended their kiss, moving his mouth a few inches away from hers. “Fuck, I never thought I’d like watching, but I do. I like watching your face as Byron eats that pretty pussy. You’re so tasty, I know he’s loving it. Loving making you feel good. Are you going to come for us?

Tucker kissed her again before she could answer. Her muscles trembled and her breath was coming in ragged gasps between the moans that flowed into Tucker’s mouth as he kissed and stroked her. Sensation piled onto sensation until she finally flew apart with a muffled cry. Her orgasm tore through her like a brutal storm, leaving her gasping and limp when it finally passed.

“You are glorious when you come,” Tucker murmured as he lifted his head and let her breathe unobstructed.
“She’s fucking glorious, period,” Byron chimed in as he drew the back of his hand across his mouth and grinned up at her. “Glorious, gorgeous and all ours.”

“You two are going to give me an inflated ego saying things like that.” She stirred in Tucker’s lap and he moved his legs so she was no longer stretched out on display. Feeling brazen, she turned her head to kiss Tucker, nipping at his lips before reaching out and tousling Byron’s blond curls. “Thank you for making me feel like a goddess.”

“You are a goddess,” Tucker informed her.

“Our goddess,” Byron added.

“Well then.” She drew in a quick breath and decided to embrace whatever the fates had planned for her. “Your goddess wants to know if her devoted servants would like to take her to bed now.”

Byron was up off the floor in seconds, eagerly helping her out of Tucker’s lap. “All you had to do was ask.”

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Summoned and Sold - First Chapter reveal


Available exclusively at Amazon


With book two of the Summoned Series coming in December, I thought I'd tease everyone with a chapter of Book one, Summoned and Sold.


Chapter 1

This world was nothing like hers. From the way it smelled to the single sun that warmed it, there was nothing familiar here. She wanted to go home. Back to her world where the trees soared high, the meadows were full of sweet grass, and she was free to run and hunt as she pleased. Vela doubted she’d ever taste those freedoms again.

This new world would be her prison. With it’s strange sky and even stranger weather. Another flurry of what one of the guards had called snow gusted around her, making her huddle deeper into the fur-lined cloak and hood she had been presented with before they had set out on this journey. At the time she hadn’t understood the necessity, but now she was thankful for it. It was one of the few kindnesses that had been granted to her since she’d been taken.

She caught a glimpse of her fingers as she tugged her hood forward, surprised to see her normally golden skin had gone pale. Perhaps if she stayed out in the cold long enough her complexion would turn as white as the snow, or as pale as the woman who escorted her.

“The sooner we get there, the sooner you’ll be warm again. Not much farther now.” It might have been her imagination, but Vela thought her escort’s voice was gentler than it had been. The silver haired woman who seemed to be tasked with delivering her to her new home hadn’t spoken since they had stepped through the strange, shimmering portal. The magic had made Vela’s skin itch and tingle, but at least it hadn’t burned.

When he had used his magic to tear her out of her world and into this one, it had been agonizing. She didn’t know the name of the dark mage who had trapped her with magic and teleported her across the planes, but she would never forget his dark, dead eyes. One day, she would learn all there was about him, and then she would stop him from ruining other lives the way he had destroyed her own.

“Mistress, will you tell me more about where we are going?” Vela’s words sounded strange to her own ears. She understood every word, but it was no language she had ever heard before her arrival here. Magic, they had told her when she’d asked. The same magic that had taken her, enslaved her, and bound her to the will of whoever wore the ring that currently sat on her escort’s delicate hand. Mistress. Every time Vela had to utter the word it left a bitter taste on her tongue. She was a guardian of her people, and called no one but her elders by such honorable titles.  That was, until she became a slave.

Resentment surged through her, and for half a heartbeat she imagined shifting to her feline form so she could sever the woman’s hand at the wrist and free herself. She was larger than Vela by a fair margin, but Vela’s feline form would be more than a match for her.

The thought had barely formed when a searing pain exploded behind her eyes and ripped down her spine, making her stumble. Her long, dark, hair tumbled out of the hood, hiding her face from view just long enough for her to school her features back to impassive obedience.

She had forgotten the first lesson of her new life. The one who wore the ring was protected by it. Even the thought of attacking would trigger terrible punishment.

Vela’s escort glanced over, her expression as blank as the fresh snow that lay all around them. “This land is called Stryx.”

“A harsh name for a harsh place. Is it always so cold here?”

“I have not been here before, but most places are only cold in the winter. Come the spring, perhaps you will find it more to your liking. You would do well to strive and please your master so that he has reason to keep you warm and well fed. Then you will not have to worry so much about the cold.” The woman’s eyes softened and for a moment Vela thought she saw sympathy flash in their strange, quicksilver depths, but it was gone before she could be sure.

“And who is my master to be?” she asked, wanting to know the name of the stranger who would soon control her life.

“This land is ruled by King Terrance. He is the one who paid your summoning price, and it is to him that you will be delivered.”

“He had me summoned? He caused this?” she asked with a barely controlled snarl of rage, her hands tugging at the collar fastened around her throat.

“Aye,” her escort said, her voice flat and cold.

“What does he want with me?”

This time there was no missing the sympathetic look, however fleeting. “What all men of power seem to want…more power. Your children will have your abilities, as will their children. He intends you to be the mother of a dynasty. His dynasty.”

Vela’s inner cat howled in defiance as she heard what her fate was to be. Snarls rang out inside her skull as her wild side fought at the magic that held it in check, to no avail. She had already tried to break free, exhausting herself more than once in the days since her capture. The magic had proven unbreakable. She would have to find another way.

The snow lessened again, and her escort turned away from her to point upward. “At the top of this hill you’ll find warmth, and your future. There’s no sense in postponing what is already destined to happen.”
The guards around them nodded, and surged forward, eager to get out of weather and for a moment Vela was alone with her escort. Enigmatic silver eyes bored into hers as her acute hearing caught the faintest of whispers. “I’m sorry, sister.”

The words were stolen away by the frozen wind, making Vela doubt if she had heard the woman right. A moment later her nameless escort turned her back on Vela to begin trudging up the hill.
Compelled by the ring and the matching collar that was fastened around her neck, Vela had no choice but to follow.

Once they were inside, Vela found herself yearning to be outdoors again. At least there the air was fresh and smelled of natural things. Within the walls of the castle her sensitive nose was overwhelmed by a hundred odors. Unwashed bodies, dank stone, stale food and over it all, the acrid scent of fear. It was everywhere, clinging to the very walls of this place.

They were met by a chamberlain with a dour face and bitter scent who treated them with disinterest until her escort whispered something she couldn’t hear. After that, the man was the height of efficiency. Their guards were sent to join the other men-at-arms in the barracks, while a servant was tasked with escorting the two women deeper into the castle so they could meet with the king. The corridors were dark and narrow. What few lamps lit their way smoked and flickered, adding their own sickly smell to the miasma of unhappiness that filled the air.

Vela hated it.

The servant they were following kept glancing back, clearly curious as to who they were, and why they had been granted an immediate audience with the king. The third time he did it Vela managed to shift forms just a little, flashing slightly elongated fangs and golden eyes at him.

He blinked, quailed, and spun around on his heel with a faint squeak of fright. She was pleased at his response, but even more pleased to learn that she could work around the edges of her magical restraints. Deep in the shadowy part of her mind, her cat purred in agreement.

“Vela, behave.”

Those two words were heavy with warning, and she knew she had pushed as far as she dared, at least for now. She bowed her head into a semblance of obedience, reining in her resentment and hiding it beneath a thin veneer of docile silence until they reached a pair of heavy, iron-bound doors.

Uniformed guards stood sentinel, moving crisply aside and drawing open the doors once the servant made it clear that his Highness was expecting them. Vela felt their eyes on her as she passed between them. Eyes that were cruel, calculating, and belonged to men of easy violence. She knew then there would be no easy escape from this place. Not with men like that standing between her and freedom.

Beyond the doors she found herself in a large hall. Banners and tapestries lined the walls, but their colors were dulled by age and neglect. Courtiers bunched together and spoke in hushed tones, their eyes scanning everywhere as they talked. At the far end of the hall a massive chair of polished wood stood upon a raised dais. In the chair sat an old man, as aged and moldering as the rest of the castle he ruled. This had to be Terrance, the man who was the source of her misery.

She barely bit back the snarl that rose in her throat, but she quelled it before magic or man could detect her slip. Only the two large, brindle hounds that flanked the king heard her lapse, and both of them rose to growl at her as her escort led her up to the throne.

“You are the agent I was told to expect?” he asked in a querulous tone as he waved off the hounds, who settled back down with a whine.

“I am, Your Highness.” The nameless woman dropped a simple curtsey before turning back to gesture toward Vela. “This is Vela. She is the one you asked for.”

Vela stood as still as the stones in the walls, her face hidden within the shadows of the hood she had yet to draw back.

“Can it speak?” the king asked.

“She understands us perfectly, Highness. She will not speak until she is permitted to, however.”
“Excellent! She knows her place. I want to see her.” He glanced around the hall and frowned before adding, “In private.”

Those near enough to hear him immediately began to move back, and within minutes the hall was nearly empty, save for the king and the two of them. Even the guards had moved back, though Vela could still see them lurking in the shadows. They had their hands near the hilts of their swords, and their hard eyes were fixed on her.

“Now, show me what my gold has bought.” The king leaned forward, the tip of his tongue wetting his pale lips.

“Vela, remove your hood.” The words carried a tone of command that she couldn’t resist, and she removed her hood to reveal herself for the first time.

She heard the king’s breath hiss between his teeth as he stared at her, the tip of his tongue sliding over his lips yet again. Vela couldn’t repress the chill that washed over her as his gaze roamed over her still cloaked body.

“Show me the rest.”

“Vela, disrobe.” Her mistress’s command was irresistible, but she fought it anyway. Among her people nudity was not taboo. The weather was warm, and clothing was of no use to someone who changed forms several times a day. That did not mean she wished for this man to see her naked body. She could smell his interest in her, a cloying musk that clogged her nose and made her skin crawl.

Her fingers worked at unfamiliar clasps and fastenings even as she struggled against the compulsion to comply, but as the pain began to build she accepted there was no point in fighting. The magic that bound her was too strong. She let her cloak fall away, and with unshed tears in her eyes, she skinned the simple gown she had been given over her head and let it fall where it may. Lastly, she toed off her shoes and kicked them aside to stand in at the base of the dais. Her hands balled into fists at her sides as she stood in rigid silence, refusing to be cowed by what was happening to her.

“She is exquisite,” he murmured, nodding slowly as he took in her soft curves, golden skin, and dark hair that fell to her waist in a single, shimmering wave. His gaze lingered for a long time on the full rise of her breasts, and she could see his lust intensify the longer he looked.

“Interesting eye color. I have never seen amber eyes before. She really is quite stunning, if smaller than I expected. To think such a little thing could house such power. It’s hard to believe. You may tell your master that I am well pleased. So long as she has all the attributes I requested.” He cocked a hoary brow in question. “She is what I asked for? All of it?”

“She is exactly as specified, Highness. From her coloring to her lack of sexual experience. She is young enough to bear many children, and completely healthy. She was acquired from one of the more distant of the fae worlds, and is gifted with the ability to transform at will into a most impressive feline.”

“A true Feral. A legend come to life. I want to see it,” he demanded. “Then I will take possession of this lovely creature, and your master will receive all that he was promised for her delivery.”
“Vela, you will do as his Highness requests.”

For a brief moment Vela considered reminding them that the hounds were not likely to respond well to her transformation, but then she decided that was their lesson to learn. Her cat was so close to the surface that the change was over in seconds, her wild half exploding to the fore in a howl of fury at being constrained so long.

She became another creature. A being of dark grace, fur, and fang. The damned collar that bound her morphed in size and shape as she changed, dashing her small hope that she would escape it once she was allowed to alter form. She shook her head, irritated by the way it pressed against her throat, mocking her hopes of freedom.

She was larger in her feral feline form. Far larger than the two foolish canines that launched from either side of the throne and came at her in a frenzy of barking and snarls. With lazy grace she tore out their throats with two swipes of her claws, letting their bodies fall at her feet. She sat back and glared at the man who had destroyed her life, daring him to take offense at what had happened.

Perhaps the old man would order her killed for what she’d done, or send her back to the one who had captured her. It would be better than staying here and sharing his bed. She could smell his vicious nature as clearly as the blood that was pooling in front of her. He was the source of the decay that was eating away at this place, this man who put himself above all others while his actions caused his subjects to live in perpetual fear.

Whatever came next, Vela had already made her choice. She would not live like that, cowering in terror. She braced herself for rancor, punishment or even death, but instead the old man laughed and clapped his bony hands in front of him.

“She is exactly what I had hoped for. We’ll have her prepared for a wedding ceremony at sunset.”



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