[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Romance, shape-shifters, HEA]
Feisty, opinionated women. Hunky, hardheaded, shape-shifting men. In Doggy Tales when the sexual heat cranks up, the fur flies. In these five shape-shifter stories, members of the Tampa Bruin wolf pack (including a panther cousin) find love and claim their mates.
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Dog Walk: Ivan wanted a morning run. Was that too much to ask? When he crosses paths with Lindsey, he knows she holds the leash to his heart.
Doggy Style: Genna wanted a new start. Jeremy needed revenge. Neither expected to find love. Can Jeremy save Genna when his plan goes terribly awry?
In the Doghouse: Jeremy knows he screwed up. All he has to do is convince Genna he's sorry.
Puppy Dog Eyes: Tessa lusts after coworker Scudder. She doesn't know he feels the same, and it's more than puppy love.
A Nearly Cat-astrophic Christmas: Ivan's cousin, panther shifter Frank, falls for Tessa's cousin, Kaylie.
Note: This volume contains five shape-shifter tales. Three of the tales were previously published elsewhere and have been expanded. Two of the tales are original new works.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.
4 STARS: "Interested in the fetish puppy play? If so, this is not the story for you. If you love werewolf and shifter stories, this is the book for you. In this collection of five stories, we are treated to one after another sweet romance with shifter males finding and falling in love with their mates. Who knew Florida hosted so many shifters? Jeremy is the pivotal character in this book. He's the alpha male of the pack who takes care of all his wolves, even his cousin the panther. Honestly though, since this is in Florida, I would have expected more were-panthers. In each story, we are treated to how a man finds their mate and gently or not so gently breaks the news to them. Jeremy actually takes two of the stories because that's how badly Jeremy messes up when he finds his mate. I enjoyed this collection because they were all short and sweet. Ms. Dalton created good stories which all had a beginning, middle and end. They were tightly written with a plausible connection to the next story. The characters in these stories are all engaging with their own idiosyncrasies. I liked how none of them are perfect yet they are so endearing. I also really liked how the shifter men could project sexual erotic dreams to the women they wanted. These dreams were hot and steamy, just how I enjoy them. Where do I find one of these men? I guess I need to take a trip down to Florida. Ms. Dalton is an auto read for me. This short story collection hit the spot. I recommend this to shifter readers who enjoy it a bit kinky with a happily ever after." -- BookAddict, The Romance Reviews
Tipping her head back, she kissed him. He hesitantly returned it. She sensed him wanting more, wanting to make love to her, but holding himself back.
Another reason to love him.
Everyone made mistakes, and he was willing to atone for his.
And she was very. Fucking. Horny.
Reaching up, she wove her fingers into his hair and crushed his lips with hers, plunging her tongue into his mouth.
Moaning as his cock immediately stiffened in his briefs, he kissed her back eagerly. A flood of moisture pooled between her legs. She did want him. His body did things to her no man ever had. No reason she couldn’t get some satisfaction from him while they were working through their issues, right?
Genna hooked a leg around his and ground herself against him. Breaking their kiss, she whispered, “Please make love to me.”
He rolled her onto her back. Slowly, gently, he lifted her T-shirt and kissed her belly, his lips feathering across her flesh and stirring deep, dark desires inside her. She remembered how it felt to be totally possessed by his cock, the hot and passionate sex they’d had when she thought he was just a dream.
She wanted to feel that again.
When he reached her breasts, he took his time, cupping them in his hands and rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. Each stroke sent another jolt of need straight to her clit. He took his time, refusing to be rushed, licking and sucking first one, then the other. Back and forth, the hot, sucking pull of his mouth driving her closer to the brink. At this point, she thought he could simply blow on her pussy and make her come.
She raised her arms over her head when he finally lifted the T-shirt off her, leaving her wearing nothing but her now-sodden panties. Bending down, he grabbed the waistband in his teeth and softly growled as he worked them down her legs.
Genna laughed. He glanced up at her. The corners of his eyes had crinkled in amusement. He’d done that on purpose to make her laugh.
Releasing her panties, he kissed her left thigh, then the right one. He admitted what she already knew. “I love hearing you laugh. It’s the best sound in the world.”
“Even better than me screaming your name as I come?”
He rested his cheek against her thigh and laid the palm of his hand flat on her belly. “Making you laugh like that means you’re happy,” he said. “A vibrator can make you come. It can’t make you laugh.”
“Depends on how funny looking it is.”
With a mind of their own, her hands stroked his hair. He was willing to lie there with her, not moving even though she wanted him to. Seeing him like this, the tender side of the man who’d literally ripped Lester’s throat out with his teeth, melted her heart.
“I love you,” she whispered.
He smiled and kissed her thigh as he sat up. “I love you, too. I’ll spend the rest of our lives proving to you how much I love you.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss on the top of her mound, on the pubic bone. “How very, very much.” He worked lower, to just above her clit.
Her hand clutched his hair more tightly.
“I love you more than my own life,” he whispered. His breath blew across her clit as he spoke, making her whimper.
When his tongue caressed her swollen nub, she exploded, crying out, her back arching.
Then he went after her with no mercy, using his lips and tongue to work at her clit, gently pinning her hands to her sides on the bed when she tried to push him away. He fucked her with his talented tongue, sliding it deep inside her flooded pussy, plunging in and out before exploring every fold of her labia, circling her clit to suck on her and make her come again and again.
She lost count.
After what felt like forever, she finally begged him to stop, to give her a moment to rest. He crawled up the bed to hold her in his arms. She kissed him and tasted her juices on his lips.
“I could go to sleep right now, I think,” she softly said.
“Oh, you don’t think I’m done with you yet, do you?” he teased.
She felt the wet spot on the front of his briefs where his rigid cock leaked pre-cum and strained to be freed. He had to be nearly crazy with desire if he was able to do that to her.
“I want you,” she whimpered. Suddenly, it was all she wanted, to feel his cock inside her, stretching her, fucking her, owning her.
“You’ll have me.” He nipped her bottom lip, making her whimper again. “But not until I’m satisfied that I’ve taken good care of you.”