Spitfire (MMF)
Southwest Shifters 2

Professional Reviews

   
2011 Nominee for Best Ménage Book
             in LR Cafe's Loop

Excerpt

Story Excerpt

Safe inside the car, Ayala stared at the dancing neon lights that spelled Silverado Saloon in red, white, and blue. Suddenly her plan didn’t seem so foolproof, and she had second thoughts.

“You getting out?” Mr. Hopper’s raspy voice asked impatiently.

After begging him, a neighbor she hardly knew, for the ride, she couldn’t very well ask him to turn around and take her home. She checked her hair in the rearview mirror, thanked him for the lift, and climbed out of the car. Outside the honky-tonk, a melting pot of humanity gathered. Cowboys, tourists, white-collar, blue-collar, every class of people was represented—except hers. Could she pass? New clothes and a kickass attitude didn’t change who she was inside. Maybe she should—

Ayala turned in time to see Mr. Hopper take off with a squeal of tires and a spray of gravel. She watched the lights of his ancient station wagon disappear in the distance. It was too late to change her mind now, and her heart raced while her feral instincts told her to fight or flee. She tamped down the primal response to an unfamiliar situation. She was not in danger here. She hoped.

Okay, showtime. Out of her element for sure, but damned if she would show it, she sauntered up to the door, hips swaying in skintight faded jeans. Ignoring the appraising stares from the males catching a smoke in front of the building, she opened the door and walked in as if she owned the place. Like nothing she’d ever seen before, the gargantuan room overwhelmed her. She stepped into another world, an alien world gone wild, complete with a mechanical bull roped off to her right.

Ayala turned to her left. A small cowboy band, set up next to a dance floor, played country western. If she had to dance, she’d be in big trouble. She could follow along to a slow number, but these people were twirling and twisting to the music like they’d been born hoofing. Nobody said she had to dance. She’d start with a drink and take it from there.

A plan this complicated and important couldn’t be rushed. This was only a trial run, an audition to determine how well she could blend in with the human race. There were no obvious physical differences between Lycans and humans, but she’d lived a segregated life with her seriously antisocial wolf pack, and she had to be sure she could fit in outside their tiny hidden society. If her acting was believable, she’d put plan “B” into action.

She’d always been a loyal and obedient member of the pack. All twenty-two years of her life had been spent playing it safe and trying to please everyone, and consequently not pleasing herself. She wanted to break away and take a shot at having a life of her own, but she would not put the pack in danger by revealing their existence. If she could pass for human, she’d feel safe leaving the old life behind.

Adult Excerpt

Of course she wanted them. Four hands, two mouths, and two hard cocks ready and willing to pleasure her was her ultimate fantasy. Even more exciting was the thought of seeing these two hot men pleasure each other. Already her pussy throbbed, and her shorts were damp at the thought of having both of them in her bed. Her Lycan genes screamed, “go for it,” but just because her extremely sexual nature was inherent in every bit of her genetic makeup didn’t mean she needed or wanted a permanent relationship. She would enjoy them now, but when it came time to leave, she’d have no problem saying good-bye. 

Cade’s eyes burned into hers, but instead of the kiss she expected, his mouth sought Brady’s over her shoulder, and the two men shared a deep kiss that both surprised and thrilled her. Everyone knew the men engaged in sex with each other, but she’d never witnessed it for herself, and the sight of their open mouths and searching tongues took her arousal up another notch.

When the men finally broke apart, Cade pinned her with dark, lust-filled eyes and a thrill of anticipation raised goose bumps on her flesh. Brady pressed closer, pushing her into Cade and she let out a needy whimper.

“Do you want us, sweetheart?” Brady murmured against her hair. “Both of us?”

“Yes,” she hissed. There was no denying it. They could smell arousal all over her.

Brady grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head while Cade unzipped her shorts and shoved them over her hips. Having two gorgeous men undress her was sexier than she thought possible.

In one fluid movement, Brady scooped her up and set her on the bed, and then he and Cade removed their own clothes and tossed them on the floor.

The mattress dipped as both men climbed on the bed, Brady on her right side, Cade on her left. A moment of doubt cast a shadow over her pleasure when she saw the predatory looks on their faces. Then two heads bent over her, each man sucking a nipple into the wet heat of his mouth, and she forgot everything else. Ayala cried out and arched her back as they tongued her nipple rings and took possession of her full, achy breasts.

Cade released her breast with a soft pop and lifted his head. Tenderly, he traced his fingers over her lips, her jaw, her cheek. He let out an audible sigh, and his lips parted, but whatever he was about to say was lost as Brady came up for air, and claimed her mouth. They shared a wild, hungry kiss, as Cade settled between her thighs and spread them.

A rough sandpaper tongue swiped her cleft in one long stroke. She gasped against Brady’s lips and squirmed against Cade’s mouth, trying for more contact. Groaning, Cade separated her labia with his thumbs and plunged his tongue deep inside her cunt.

“Fuck!” Brady bolted up, a hand over his mouth. “What the fuck did you do to her? She bit me!” Brady stuck out a bloody tongue.

Cade looked up, all innocent, his face covered in her cream. “Let me kiss it and make it better.” He reached up, grasped Brady’s neck, and pulled his head down, sucking on his tongue long after it was necessary to stop the flow of blood.

They were hot as hell. She could get off watching them fuck each other, but what fun would that be? “Hey.” She pulled on Cade’s hair. “Did you forget someone?”