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Blurb
When Zane
spots Abby, his tiger demands he stop everything and pursue. Zane couldn't
agree more. Kickass she may be, but he knows just how to handle prickly women
in denial of their own sexuality.
Abby has
enough to do dealing with her overprotective family and friends. It’s
practically a full-time job just keeping them out of jail. She really doesn't
need a sexy tiger shifter throwing her libido into overdrive.
She has a
business to run, and no matter how pretty the kitty is, she has more important
things to deal with.
However,
when her past catches up with her, the kitty may just prove to be her
salvation. Damn it!
Excerpt
Chapter
1
If this was any other place, Zane would
have found a dark corner to sit in with his back against the wall watching
everyone and everything in the room. A carryover from his days in the service,
but one he couldn’t break, not that he’d tried very hard.
He cast a cautious glance at the corners
again. His perch at the end of the bar, more open than he was used to with only
one wall to his left, made his fur tingle. But the shadows and corners were off
limits to him this evening. In a club like this, he was safer out in the open.
Zane snorted. Safer? When had he become such a prude? His buddies would die laughing
at him right now. One friend was standing behind the bar grinning like a cat.
Ironic seeing as he was a wolf shifter. Jones had more tattoos than the last
time Zane’d seen him. The wolf was larger than most, almost as tall as Zane,
which seemed to give him more room for ink.
“It’s killing you, ain’t it?” Even
Jones’ voice held a grin.
“Remind me to punch you in the face
later.”
Jones laughed and went to serve a
customer. There was a strong two drink minimum policy here, or so Zane had been
told when he’d arrived. That rule was only for those not “playing” tonight.
Anyone partaking of the delicacies offered was allowed soft drinks or water
only.
Zane looked down at the soda in his
hands and shook his head. Trust Carter Jones to invite him to a place like
this.
Newly mated Carter, Jones to his
friends, got in touch and invited Zane to swing past when he was next in town.
It wasn’t to Jones’ pack house in Hillside he’d been invited to but a town
about thirty miles away. Although the mutt conveniently forgot to mention his
new mate was also his Domme and the owner of a BDSM club.
“So, Mr. Anderson, how are you enjoying
your night?”
Zane looked down at Rhea, dressed in a
pair of tight leather pants and corset. She was cute, he would admit it, but he
wasn’t really one to kneel down to others.
“Please, call me Zane. Your place is
nice. Can’t say I have much experience in others but can’t complain.”
“Aww, did I just burst your cherry,
Zane?”
He smiled at her. She suited Jones down
to a tee. “You could say that.”
“Oh good. I do love de-flowering
virgins.” She winked before heading back out onto the floor.
Zane sat with his back against the wall,
watching the room with half an eye. People in different levels of undress were
all around. A couple of females with white ribbons on their arms caught his
attention.
“Jones, what’s with the white ribbons?”
he asked when his friend came within earshot again.
“It means they are free, not tied to any
one Dom. They’re open to play dates that’ll last this evening and no longer.”
“Wow, no-strings-attached sex.”
“Yep, pretty much. Of course, there are
rules, and if I thought you were really interested I’d go through them, but I
know you too well, my friend.” Carter placed another soda in front of him and
nodded toward the stage. “That’s my girl up there.”
Zane turned and saw Rhea on stage with a
whip in her hand. She swung it with a skill he admired and made a mental note
not to let her near him with it.
“Hey, Abby doll.”
“Hey Jones, I come bearing stuff from
Wall. He says to tell you this bag has all the clothes you asked for and that
he totally smashed your score on the video game that shall, and I quote,
‘forever be called Wall’s domain’.”
The voice drew Zane’s attention like a
moth to a flame. He couldn’t not look.
Standing about three feet to his right
was a woman with long brown hair, dark loose trousers and a black long sleeve
T-shirt on. In a place like this, she stood out like a sore thumb.
“Let him bask in his glory. I’ll be home
soon, and then his little party will be over.”
Zane sniffed the air, full human. How
was she part of Jones’ pack?
“Whatever. I came, I saw, I delivered as
requested. Now I’m heading home.” She turned, the move brushing some of the
hair away from her face, giving Zane a glimpse of beauty that made his tiger
sit up and pay attention.
“Well now, little girl, who said you
could wear shoes in my place?” Abby’s exit was stalled as she came face to face
with Rhea.
“Err, I didn’t know. I’m not staying.”
Rhea took a step toward her, forcing
Abby to back up until she was pressed against the bar right next to him.
“I asked you a question, little girl. I
expect an answer.”
Zane flicked a look at Jones, who was
silently laughing.
“I’m not a member here… I just came to
give Jones some of his stuff… I’m not staying so didn’t think … I had to take
my shoes off,” Abby stammered.
Zane watched as Rhea leaned in closer.
It looked as if Abby was trying to press her way through the solid bar.
“Then I guess it’s a good thing you’re
part of my pack then, isn’t it, Abby doll?” Rhea hugged Abby close, then
stepped back. “Damn, Abby, sometimes you are too easy. How many times have I
told you? Stand up for yourself, and for the love of God, stop hiding behind
these awful clothes.” Rhea tugged at Abby’s shirt.
“Rhea! You’re mean, and you know it.”
Abby blew out a shaky breath but visibly relaxed.
“Abby doll, you fall for it every time.”
Jones reached over and rubbed the top of Abby’s head, messing up her hair.
“Here, let me introduce you to a friend of mine. Abby, this is Zane Anderson,
an old friend. Zane, this is Abby Short.”
The shy smile she gave him had him
wanting to wrap her in Bubble Wrap and keep her safe.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Anderson.” Abby
held out a hand, and Zane felt like a giant as his hand engulfed hers. His
nearly six feet eight inches made him tall, and although she was of average
height, Abby looked so small standing there.
“Please call me Zane.”
“Abby is Laney’s cousin,” Jones
explained. Zane met the tiny little nutcase on a visit the year before. It
explained why Abby was considered pack, and why they felt comfortable teasing
her.
“Yep, cousin of Laney, that’s me.
Although don’t worry, I won’t threaten you like she does,” Abby assured him.
“If I remember rightly, she promised to
make me into a throw rug for something. Can’t be sure exactly what it was, but
I do remember the threat.” He was aware of Abby discreetly trying to pull her
hand free of his grip, but he wasn’t ready to let go just yet.
“Should I apologize?”
“No, I probably deserved it.”
“Okay, well I have to go. It was nice to
meet you.” This time her tug was more forceful.
Zane let her go and watched as the
little mouse ran for the door. When he turned back to Jones, both he and Rhea
were standing there watching him.
“What?”
“Two things. Laney will have your balls
if you mess with her cousin,” Jones said.
“And don’t let the little shy girl thing
fool you. Laney might have the crazy gene, and I say that with serious love and
affection for my alpha. But Abby doesn’t need to worry about that. She has connections
that make Laney look super sweet,” Rhea added.
“Is that right?”
“Yes, it is. So Laney might have your
balls if you mess with her, but Abby’s other friends, well they’ll do so much
worse.”
Zane gave them a half smile. “I do like
a challenge.”
Author
Bio:
Cherie Nicholls is an author of Paranormal
Romance. By day she is an IT Manager and by night she whips up worlds where
alpha men find their mates and people are always more than human.
Cherie was born and lives in London, UK and is a daughter, sister, sister-in-law, aunt, aunt-in-law, great-aunt, and godmother in an ever growing family. She has a passion for shifter stories, most any sport and thimbles...don’t ask.
Cherie was born and lives in London, UK and is a daughter, sister, sister-in-law, aunt, aunt-in-law, great-aunt, and godmother in an ever growing family. She has a passion for shifter stories, most any sport and thimbles...don’t ask.
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