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Tempted by the Pack (Blue Moon Brides #1)
by Anne MarshErotic Paranormal RomancePublisher: Self/IndieRelease Date: October 26, 2012Heat Level: SizzlingWord Count: 36,000Available at:Description:Once in a blue moon…For Rafer Breaux, life in the Louisiana Bayou is harsh, violent—and deeply sensual. The Cajun werewolf lives for his Pack and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep his brothers safe. The longer a wolf lives without a mate, the harder it becomes for that wolf to shift back. To remember that he is a man—and not a monster. And those mates can only be found during a blue moon. When a blue moon finally rises, Rafer will need every weapon in his sensual arsenal to tempt one special woman into his arms and the heart of the Pack.The Pack hunts for matesFighting to keep her family farm, Lark Andrews isn’t looking for love. Even if the very sexy Breaux brothers make her dream of hot bayou nights spent in their arms. When the blue moon leads Rafer to her door, however, Rafer has her rethinking her position on all work and no play. Now, the bayou nights are heating up as Rafer fights to convince her, one sensual touch at a time, to give love and passion a chance. But Rafer isn’t a one wolf deal. Is there room in Lark’s heart—and bed—for Rafer and his Pack?Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations (including multiple partners) and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
Pleasured by the Pack (Blue Moon Brides #2)by Anne MarshErotic Paranormal RomancePublisher: Self/IndieRelease Date: May 23, 2013Heat Level: SizzlingWord Count: 48,000Available at:Description:Dre and Landry Breaux do everything together. Fishing, fighting—and loving. A whole lot of loving. When the blue moon leads these Cajun werewolves to their fated mate, however, they’re ready to reform. Now, they’ll fight to keep the woman of their dreams safe from the evils lurking in the Louisiana bayou—and to tempt her into taking a chance on two of the bayou’s sexiest bad boys.Mary Jane Johnson is no heartbreaker. Running from a troubled past, the bayou captain wants only to be left alone. When she takes a pair of bayou bad boys on board, however, Dre and Landry have her rethinking her need for space. These two big males have promised to take orders—all of her orders. Suddenly, she’s dreaming of getting as close as possible… to both of the Breaux brothers.Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations (including multiple partners) and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
Excerpt
The
man tying up at Lark’s dock was gorgeous. Broad-shouldered, Cajun and dark, he
was a giant of a man. God, that was a Breaux for you. There was no missing the
impressive erection he sported, either. Apparently she had the same effect on
him he had on her. Wet heat blossomed between her legs. His eyes were fierce,
an ice grey that melted as he examined her face. For a fleeting moment, he’d
looked like a cold-blooded killer and a predator. Now he just looked hungry.
For
her.
He
wore a pair of faded jeans, but otherwise he was barefoot and bare-chested. He
made absolutely no pretense at being civilized, and yet she couldn’t help
herself. She breathed in the clean, male scent of him and wanted him on sight.
He stood motionless at the end of her dock, where he had tied up his boat,
frozen in an almost predatory stillness. As if he wouldn't move until she gave
some unspoken signal.
As
if he believed she might be afraid of him.
The
only thing she feared for right now was her virtue.
His
bare chest had her heating right up, and when she dropped her gaze to the
denim-covered thighs, she almost went up in flames. Dear God. They grew them
hot in the bayou. The sweet flush of arousal sweeping through her was better
than any date she’d had with her vibrator.
A
slow, masculine smile tugged at his lips, and he strolled towards her, six-plus
feet of rugged Cajun man. Her mind promptly took a detour into fantasy land.
And
yet he seemed more familiar than her few long-distance glimpses of his family
warranted. “Have we met?” she asked.
“Not
yet.” That honeyed accent made listening to him pure pleasure.
“Lark
Andrew,” she said, holding out a hand. He wrapped her fingers in his, turning
her palm up and stroking the lines there with his thumb.
“Rafer
Breaux.” His fingers tightened briefly on hers.
“You
come in from the bayou?” Sidetracked by her libido, her brain produced an
inanity to help the conversation along. He didn’t look like he minded much,
though.
“Sure
did.” His caramel drawl was sinful. “Do a little fishin’. A little huntin’.” He
watched her, clearly waiting for her to say something.
“What
can I do for you today?” She took a step backward. Heat blasted off him. She
turned and headed back up the dock, knowing instinctively that he’d follow.
Sure enough, he was close on her heels.
“I
wan’—” His voice was hoarse, deep. Sexy as hell. Like he didn’t speak often and
made it count when he did. “Flowers,” he finished, and for a moment she
wondered if he’d intended to substitute another word. Another desire.
And
damned if that didn’t make her wetter.
The
walk to the greenhouse was too short. Her thighs clenched with need, her pussy
drenched because he was right behind her. She had the strangest sensation of
being stalked by a wild animal, but she didn’t feel threatened. The warm flush
of desire was so unlike her. She wanted to wrestle him to the ground, mark him
and claim him as hers.
He
didn’t speak again until they reached the first greenhouse. “You alone here?”
She waved a hand at the other people working
in the yard and fields. “Does it look like I’m alone?”
“Family.”
His hand shot out over her head, pushing open the door for her. She had to duck
under that hard arm. “I’d heard Miss Dixie passed on.”
The
pain was still there, a softer stab now rather than a bright, hard hurt. She
missed her grandmother. “You really don’t get out of the bayou much, do you?”
He
followed her down the greenhouse’s narrow aisle, and she should have been
nervous, but wasn’t. He was large and too close, a predator on her heels. And
that was ridiculous. He was just a man. An almost-neighbor who simply lived
deeper inside the bayou than she did.
“No,”
he said quietly. “I don’ leave the bayou much anymore.”
And
yet he’d come to her for flowers. She stopped by a wooden table loaded with
fragrant sweet pea. “What’s the occasion?”
He
looked at her but didn’t answer. Maybe it was one of those bayou things. She
probably didn’t need to know, but, damn it, he intrigued her. She wanted to
learn more about her bayou man.
“What
do you need the flowers for?” she asked again, finding the dark flush of color
on his face strangely endearing. “An evening out?”
“Somethin’
like that,” he agreed.
He
struck her as a man who knew precisely what he wanted, but maybe flowers
weren’t his thing. Choosing for him wouldn’t be a problem. She reached for the
scissors.
“You’re
going to get grower’s choice.”
That
slow smile was back in his eyes. “You can always choose for me, chère.” He
propped a hip against her worktable and watched her cut, his eyes following her
hands.
She
cut slowly, selecting her favorites. “This one has a pretty scent,” she
suggested, handing him a slim spray of flowers. He took the stem from her, his
fingers touching hers. Deliberately. The soft-rough brush of his calloused skin
against hers kicked the heat in her belly—and lower—up a notch. She’d have to
change her panties after he left. His eyes flared as if he knew. Which was
impossible.
“This
one’s sweet,” he agreed, leaning forward and tucking the stem into the bouquet
she was building. The sexy look of concentration on his face as he maneuvered
the flower into place, big fingers stroking down the petals, almost overruled
her sensible side. She didn’t know him. If Rafer Breaux rarely left the bayou,
well, she never went in the bayou.
He
pulled his hands away, but not before she got a good look at the nicks and
scars carving up his fingers. Knives, fishing lines… She didn’t know what would
mark a man so deeply, but his hands were strong and capable, a road map of
doing what had to be done and some primitive part of her responded.
About the Author:
Heated romance. Hot heroes. Happily
ever after. Writing as Anne Marsh, I am known for deliciously sensual romance.
My nationally best-selling shapeshifter romance, THE HUNT (Dorchester, October
2009) was a double finalist in Borders/RomCon’s 2010 Readers Crown contest.
Dorchester released BOND WITH ME, a fallen angel romance set in Moscow in the
near-future, digitally in September 2010 and in trade paperback in July 2011.
BOND WITH ME was also a finalist in the 2011 Readers Crown contest. Kensington
Brava released the follow-up book, HIS DARK BOND, in April 2012 and the book
made bestseller lists at Barnes and Noble.
Fall
2012 saw the launch of my sexy contemporary romance series from Kensington
Brava about smoke jumpers fighting fire and finding love in Northern California
(BURNING UP, October 2012 and SLOW BURN, April 2013). BURNING UP was the
featured book in a December 5th, 2011 Times magazine article on military heroes
and romance novels. A spin-off series about hotshots starts in July 2013 and
I’m also writing an erotic paranormal series about Cajun werewolves searching
for their fated mates in the Louisiana Bayou (TEMPTED BY THE PACK, PLEASURED BY
THE PACK).
I
live in Northern California with my husband, two kids and four cats. After ten
years of graduate school and too many degrees, I escaped to become a technical
writer. When not planted firmly in front of the laptop translating Engineer
into English, I enjoy gardening, running (even if it’s just to the 7-11 for
slurpees), and reading books curled up with my kids. The best part of writing
romance, however, is finally being able to answer the question: “So… what do
you do with a PhD in Slavic Languages and Literatures?” You can visit me online
at www.anne-marsh.com.
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This looks like a fun series, thank you for sharing it with us. Will be adding to the wishlist :)
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