From the minute Ronan Bernhard roars into Tina Snowdon’s sleepy village on his
Harley, he inhabits her thoughts and dreams. The inked mountain rescue biker is
a sex-on-legs hunk, and her knickers aren’t the only ones that melt in a flash
at his wicked smile.
Ronan, however, keeps his distance and simply becomes another client of her
cleaning firm, until the morning she turns up and finds his cottage trashed,
and her life is turned upside down.
Bear Shifter Ronan recognises his mate the minute he scents her. Having her
clean for him means he can watch over her from afar, because to claim her as
his mate and sub is out of the question.
As the village protector he has responsibilities he can’t ignore—duties that
will place Tina in grave danger—even if she were able to accept not only his
bear, but also his darker desires.
The morning she finds him injured, his bear takes over…
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THE WITCH'S PROTECTOR
~They’re the men mothers warn their daughters to stay away from~
In 1957 the tiny village of Middle Brook is caught between two warring MCs,
the Mongrels and the Lupines. As a fledgling
Guardian witch, not yet in full control of her immense powers, Joanne Lilley knows
to stay away. When she witnesses the Mongrels leader being run
off the road, the instant connection she feels to the wolf shifter changes
everything. Is he the one destined to awaken her?
Henry Hastings is the Alpha of his pack, and the village’s Protector. He’s a
man with a vision—all shifters will unite against the evil that haunts Cumbria
at night—something the Lupines vehemently oppose. Finding
his mate is a young and innocent witch, wasn’t part of that vision, but the
fates have decided.
Being with him places Joanne in danger, as her awakened powers are sought by
his enemies.
When disaster strikes, Henry is faced with an impossible choice…
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HER LION PROTECTOR
Never mess with the fates…
Rebecca Hastings has no intention on settling down with some over possessive
shifter. This fledgling guardian witch might need to have sex to awaken her
powers, but surely anyone will do?
When Lion Shifter Leon Friars interrupts her outdoor tryst with the college
heart throb, she is simultaneously relieved and shocked. This sex on legs hunk
can’t be the boy she grew up with. This Protector makes her want to forget all
of her plans, and just submit, and that will never do.
Being mated to Rebecca had not been in Leon’s plans either, but his lion has
spoken. When Rebecca denies the bond between them, a heartbroken and furious
Leon allows her to run away.
The fates will not be denied, however, and when Rebecca returns years later,
Leon has to decide whether he can ever trust her again.
Is it too little, too late, or does love conquer all—fates included?
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THE VAMPIRE'S PROTECTOR
She is a Protector, sworn to kill
vampires, not mate with them.
Eva Arnett is not having a good day. Not
only does she prang her bike, but she is also set upon by a nest of vicious
vamps, and then wakes up in an enigmatic stranger’s bed—naked and tied up. Her
eagle has lost its mind. The ancient vampire cannot be her mate, but she cannot
ignore this overwhelming urge to submit.
Dimitrius Zolnerovich isn’t overly fond of
those pesky Protectors keeping him from his food supply. However, when he comes
across Eva fighting for her life, he has to intervene. Six vamps against one
woman—that’s just bad manners—even if she is a Protector.
He should keep his distance, but this
experienced Dom cannot resist the gift of Eva’s submission, and besides,
his myshka needs watching.
When trouble hits the village, lethal
choices have to be made that may well spell the end for them both.
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Her Bear Protector
“If only you could see yourself, babe.
Those are nipple clamps, linked by a chain, and if I do this…” Something tugged
at her nipples at the same time, and Tina arched her back and moaned. Oh lord,
that felt way too good. Tiny shards of pain skittered from her nipples in an
invisible line to her clit, and she panted her arousal.
Ronan’s chuckle sunk into her consciousness
like molten chocolate, and his next words sent her on fire.
“You look so fucking sexy, babe. I’ve got
my cock in my hand and I’m stroking it for you. My fingers are wet with my
pre-cum. Here, taste what you do to me.”
He ran his fingers along the seam of her
mouth, and Tina opened eagerly. His unique salty musk exploded on her taste
buds, and she sucked the digits further into her mouth. Ronan groaned, the bed
dipped, and she needed no encouragement to open her legs wide. Instead of
taking her however like she expected him to do, something cold hit the inside
of her thigh and she yelped in surprise. He withdrew his fingers and surprise
turned into a moan when that thing started to vibrate and Ronan held it right
over her clit. Pleasure surged and her hips bucked upward to get closer to
those delicious vibrations. Her orgasm build in ever tighter circles, and just as
she was about to fly off that cliff, the vibrations stopped.
Tina yanked at her restraints and swore.
“Fuck, noooooo, damn it.”
A swat to her thigh was her reward, and
Ronan’s voice held an edge of steel.
“Such foul language from my girl. I think
she needs something else to occupy that mouth.”
The Witch’s Protector
Henry smiled and kickstarted his own bike.
The powerful machine roared into life and Joanne could feel the vibrations rise
up through her toes. Oh my, she hadn’t really been expecting that, as her clit
contracted and shivers of excitement darted across her skin.
The infuriating man noticed of course,
because he revved the engine up more, winked at her, and then leant down to
whisper in her ear.
“Just think about sitting on top of this,
with all those vibrations right where you need them. You have my permission to
come as many times as you want, as long as you imagine it’s my cock inside your
tight little pussy.”
Joanne opened her mouth to give him what
for, but nothing came out bar a strangled squeak, and Henry laughed and revved
the motor even more. He handed her a Mongrels leather jacket and the ugliest
helmet ever, and having recovered her equilibrium somewhat, she stared at him.
“You have got to be kidding me, if you
think I’ll put that on my head.”
Henry ignored her, straddled his bike, and
grinned.
“You’re the one who insists she needs to
get home. I’ll be quite happy to keep you here, little red, preferably tied to
my bed and gagged, so that you can’t mouth off at me.” He paused for a second,
and Joanne knew she had blushed as red as the late blooming roses wrapped
around the porch of the pack house at those outrageous words. He hadn’t
tempered his voice either, and his assembled men all grinned.
Oh he was going to pay for that, just as
soon as she figured out how she could get him back for those words.
Her Lion Protector
“So fucking wet for me already. I wonder
what you’ll do if I do this.” Flinging her legs over his shoulder, he buried
his nose in her pretty pussy and inhaled.
Unintelligible sounds spilled from his
girl’s lips when he ran his stubble across her inner thigh, and licked along
her slit. Leon groaned and his dick hardened anew when her sweet musk exploded
on his tongue. Rebecca’s heels dug into his back, and she ground herself
against his mouth, as he licked, and nibbled and thrust his tongue inside her
clenching pussy hole. A gush of her feminine arousal was his reward, and his
lion alternated between purring and growling as he drank his fill. Grasping her
hips to hold her still, Leon took her right up to the point of climaxing before
he bit into her inner thigh and withdrew.
Rebecca swore, and bowed off the bed as far
as she could. Her bound hands clenched in his long hair, and she tried to urge
him back down, but he laughed and wrenching free of her grasp, took her hands
and pulled them back above her head.
“Oh, no you don’t, pip. This is punishment,
remember. You will not come until I give you permission to, and you will keep
your hands out of my way, or I’ll tie them so tightly you will not be able to
move at all.”
“Noooo, please….” Head thrashing from side
to side and with yet more of her juices spilling over her thighs and running
into her butt cheeks, her entire body flushed, she looked just like he wanted
her to. A woman on the edge, desperate to come, yet not allowed to.
“Oh, I think you mean yes, Sir.”
The Vampire’s Protector
“That doesn’t seem that old for you to—”
“Before Christ, myshka,” he
said, interrupting her, and smiled at her sharp intake of breath.
“But that means you’re like...Holy Cannoli.
Are there more of you?”
Dimitrius chose not to answer that, and she
screwed up her nose, and nodded.
“Yeah, dumb question, I get it. You’re
hardly going to tell me, when I hunt your kind.” She pulled her legs up to her
chest and hugged them to her in a defensive move that meant he had to close the
distance between them, and she flinched when he sat down next to her and lifted
her hair off her face.
“You’re very good at it too, from what I
observed last night. It was one of the reasons why I interfered. And don’t call
them my kind.”
She looked up at him and frowned,
presumably at the intonation he put on the last two words.
“Really comparing me to those things would
be comparing a Moped to a Harley.” He grinned when she laughed at that
comparison, and visibly relaxed.
“Yeah, guess they’re not quite in the same
league, huh? So, is this where you’re telling me that you’re really a good and
peace-loving vamp?”
Her smile slipped when he bared his fangs
at her, and burying his hand in her hair bent her backward until her bare
throat was exposed to him. Her heartbeat went into overdrive when he ran his
canines along her skin, and then retracted them before he hovered his mouth
over hers. Her lips opened in a silent invitation, and her sweet, aroused scent
hit him in the gut.
“Don’t make the mistake of underestimating
me, myshka. There is no such thing as a good vampire.”
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