Wanted by the Alphas (MFM Paranormal Shifter Erotic Romance)

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 46,000
1 Ratings (4.0)


Shannon is a new girl in a stormy town, trying to pick up the pieces from a mysterious past life.

Just when she thinks she is all set, she meets Lucien Walker - tall, blond, mega-rich and superhot with his scorching blue eyes and flirty charm. She has one night of torrid sex with him and leaves. After all, guys like Lucien never come back for second helpings. Right?

So even though her heart is torn, Shannon walks away, expecting never to see him again.

Then she meets Dr. Kirk Fitzpatrick - extremely handsome, harried, beyond kind in that 'I have to save the Pacific Northwest' manner. Only problem is that he is also her new boss. But she can't help finding him wonderfully attractive, and apparently, the feeling is mutual even though he is fighting his personal ethics to date an employee.

Then Lucien calls. He can't get her out of his head. It's a first for him.


But a storm is brewing in the town between the old clans. One of Shannon's suitors is a powerful witch, and the other, the powerful alpha shapeshifter of his pack. Both are at war, and both will make her the ultimate prize.

In this kind of war, there can only be one victor.

WANTED BY THE ALPHAS is a standalone, extremely sexy, paranormal shifter novel.

WARNING: There is a threesome in here, but the mysterious circumstances leading to it are not what you think. You will just have to read it to find out!

Wanted by the Alphas (MFM Paranormal Shifter Erotic Romance)
1 Ratings (4.0)

Wanted by the Alphas (MFM Paranormal Shifter Erotic Romance)

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 46,000
1 Ratings (4.0)
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Jared places his fist on the reception counter. His stance of aggression is unmistakable.

“We’re also looking for a man. He’s the owner of the white Mercedes you have parked outside.”

At this, the man seems taken aback. “You mean Mr. Lucien Walker?”

“Is that his name?” Jared grins. “Lucien. Kind of sissy, ain’t it?”

Shannon jabs him. “Pardon his rudeness. Actually, we don’t need to disturb Mr. Walker – ”

“Hell no,” Jared interrupts. “A challenge is a challenge. I’ll never back down from one. You can go sit on the couch over there and wait till it’s all over.”

“You’re not going to fight him!”

“The hell I’m not.”

The receptionist begins to look worried.

“Ah, sir, Mr. Lucien’s family owns this hotel, among other properties. He is a very prominent member of our community. I wouldn’t want to have to call security.”

“It’s OK,” says a voice to their right.

Shannon turns. Lucien Walker, prominent member of Dolphin’s Bay, enters the reception area. His hair has been toweled dry, and every inch of him affirms the towering blond god that she thought he would be on the rain-soaked road.

In fact, he is far more magnificent in the clear light of day.
His eyes are a piercing blue. She is a woman of medium height, and he stands so tall that she has to crane her neck up to peer at his face. His family is obviously of Scandinavian origin. They have emigrated years ago, as his North Western accent suggests, but his physical characteristics still bear his Viking roots. His shoulders are broad and he has a V-shaped waist in comparison. His body is strong and muscular under his dry white shirt, and she can see little blond hairs peeking out of his unbuttoned lapels.

God, but he is staggering!

Lucien says again, “It’s OK, Peter. I asked them to come here. I believe I owe this gentleman the conclusion of our argument on the road a little earlier.”

Peter seems worried. “Uh, sir, your father would not like this – ”

“My father has nothing to do with this,” Lucien snaps. To Jared, he says, “You and I seem to have an argument about who cut who off on the road. How shall we settle this?”

“Jared,” Shannon warns. She eyes Lucien pleadingly. “Please, we don’t want any trouble. We are new here in this town.”

“All the better to test the waters with the locals, eh?” Lucien says.

He sizes Jared up. Jared is a tall man, though not as tall as Lucien. But he is a good several inches taller than most men at six feet two. Jared’s body is lean and hard due to his nightly activities. She remembers what she has seen Jared do before and her chest contracts with sudden fear for the blond man.

“So what do you say?’ Jared challenges. She can tell he is itching for a fight. “How good are you at wrestling?”

Lucien laughs. “Wrestling in the mud? I’m afraid our weather does not allow for such proclivities. I’m looking more at a contest of strength. Arm wrestling, if you will.”

At this, Jared grins. Shannon knows why. There is no better arm wrestler than Jared Bellamy in Tupelo, Nevada – from where they came from.

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