Friday, January 5, 2018

Pre-Order Now: Kitten Around: Shifting Hearts Dating Agency #3 by USA Today Bestselling Author Erzabet Bishop #PNR #shifterromance @erzabetbishop @naughtynightspr @ginakincade



New Release from USA Today Bestselling Author Erzabet Bishop

Title: Kitten Around (Shifting Hearts Dating Agency #3)
Publisher: NNP
Release date: 1/18/18
Genre: Paranormal romance



Blurb:
All work and no mate makes Paige a dull girl.
Paige is having a marvelous time playing at Ventures. After all, what girl doesn’t love a nice spanking now and again? On her own terms that is. A welcome reprieve from her work as co-owner of the Shifting Hearts Dating Agency, play is exactly what she’s looking for. In between dodging calls from her uber douchelord ex, avoiding conversations with her hormone ridden inner kitty about a super-hottastic dark eyed dominant, fixing up Bat girl, and getting ready for the charity auction at the club, she has her hands full. And, damn it, why won’t it stop raining?
His beast called to hers.
A storm is brewing in town but that’s nothing compared to the one in Tyler’s own life. Being surrogate father to his strong-willed niece, and running his own woodworking and restoration business, keeps him more than busy. When a charity auction at Ventures provides the opportunity to spend time tied up with the submissive both he and his cat have been lusting after, he can’t resist the call to do good and possess her at the same time. When unforeseen circumstances and a family crisis strike in the midst of a dangerous storm, Tyler has to come to terms with his inner cat and the mate that could be torn from his arms forever. Some things are worth fighting for, and fur is about to fly.

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#shifter #storm #witch #magic #family #mate #BDSM #club #catshifter #familiar #hurricane #flooding #weatherwitch #fatedmate #charity #auction #dogood #beingbad #spanking #shibari



Excerpt:
Tyler
Ten years earlier
“Johnson is down. Request immediate assistance.” Tyler scanned the desolate landscape, grimacing as the coppery scent of blood reached his nostrils.
Hot and sweaty, he ducked down against Afghanistan’s crumbling mountain terrain, the scrubby plants doing little to offer camouflage against the enemy. Marc, his best friend and brother in law, hunkered behind a boulder, his eyes focused on the small military outpost on the hillside below, his rifle perched carefully on the rock formation.
He apparently hadn’t moved while Tyler had been gone. His stack of targets was right where he left it. Not that the other man needed visual reminders. He had photographic memory and more kills than anyone in the unit.
They had been following orders to blow the insurgent bastards to kingdom come and find out whatever information they could about their next move. Marc was a sniper where Tyler’s specialty was covert operations. The others in the highly specialized shifter unit were skilled in bomb diffusion and other tactical duties, often leaving Marc and Tyler paired together.
Trenton and Greg were a few clicks away on the other side of the ridge and Dimitris flew in hawk form, filming what he could for their superiors. Only one more day and they were shipping out and Tyler couldn’t be more relieved.
Between the spiders and the uneven terrain, he was ready for this mission to be over. Or at least he had been until he’d read the last letter from Jenny. They’d been together three years but for the last few months their relationship had been strained. Now he knew why.
I’m sorry, Tyler. I’ve met someone else. I wanted to write you before but it just never seemed like the right time.
Right.
I put your things in storage.
Even better. So now he’d have to find a place when he got back, too. The shit was just getting better and better. He trudged forward, a low growl edging up his throat.
Tyler had met Marc in boot camp and when the other man didn’t have a destination on one of his leaves, he brought him home to meet the family. He promptly fell for Tyler’s sister, Sheree, and the rest was history. The happy couple were expecting their first baby and the whole family couldn’t be more excited.
But for now they were here, stuck in the fifth circle of what had to be Hell and he was jealous as fuck that Marc’s tour was coming up soon. His wasn’t too much longer, but then again, his brother-in-law landed into combat first, with him following a month later when things began to heat up. Cat shifters could get into places a normal soldier couldn’t and they took a beating better, too. All they had to do was never get caught and never give the enemy the gift of their bite.
He didn’t plan on kissing any of them either.
“Hey man. Any action?”
“Not much,” Marc replied, swiveling his head in Tyler’s direction. His eyes appeared tired from the strain of the fourteen hour shift. “One truck. That’s it.”
“Damn.” Tyler shook his head. “I forgot to ask earlier. You hear anything from Sheree?”
His sister sent him letters and so did his mother but no one got letters like Marc did.
“Yup.” The exhaustion in his eyes evaporated in an instant. “The baby’s doing great.” He slid a letter out from his pocket and handed something over to Tyler.
“What? I don’t get to read your letter?” Tyler waggled his eyebrow, further smart ass remarks brewing on his lips when he glanced down at the picture in his hand.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
The tiny form of a premature baby in utero met his eyes and all words evaporated. The only thing he felt was wonder and a whole lot of awe. He could even see the details of the infant’s face.
“It’s the baby. She’s growing so big.”
Marc’s comments brought him out of himself and Tyler blinked. His sister and his best buddy had made this little person. And he was going to be an uncle.
An uncle…
Wow.
“Wait. It’s going to be a girl?”
“Yup.”
“Oh my God, man. You have to be so proud.” Tyler stared at the small form, noting the outline of the tiny hands, arms, and legs. It was a miracle.
“She’s due in a few weeks. Perfect timing for when I get out of this shit box.”
Tyler handed him back the picture, but the image of his niece was burned into his brain. She was perfect. Every part of her.
“Have you guys picked a name yet?”
Marc grimaced. “I think Sheree wants to name her Pepper. Been watching too many Ironman movies again.”
Tyler snorted. “She always did have a thing for that Robert Downey Junior guy.”
“I’ll say.” Marc cocked his head, his attention jolting back to his post, his expression slipping from happy father-to-be into a stone cold killer.
“What is it?”
“Thought I heard something.” Marc aimed the rifle, scanning the base below. “Nothing.”
A scent of something drifted past his nose but before he could react, the scrabble of feet on stone brought Tyler on red alert. He snarled, spinning on his heel, the cat inside of him trying to find a bead on where the intruder was coming in from.
He scented the air but he couldn’t discern anything identifiable. Aggravated, Tyler pressed the comlink in his ear. Someone was out there and it seemed as if they were masking their scent.
“Trenton. Dimitris. Greg. Positions.”
“Status quo.” Two responded simultaneously. Dimitris was still airborne and couldn’t speak.
“We have company here.”
At that moment, a grenade launched over the rock formation, hitting the ground with an audible clink.
“Fuck.” Marc tossed the rifle to the dirt, scooped up the offending object and hurled it back into open air.
Tyler hoped Dimitris had gotten the fuck out of the way. Then again, the hawk was a wily one.
“Come on.” Tyler’s cat growled low in his throat, the hair on the back of his neck rising to attention. His intuition was never wrong, and right now it was going off like a tornado drill. Something wasn’t right and without even realizing it, they had lost their upper hand.



About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is a USA Today bestselling author who writes paranormal and erotic romance. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.

Follow her on Twitter @erzabetbishop.

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Thursday, January 4, 2018

New Release! Marnie’s Tale (Temptation Resorts Book 1) by USA Today Bestselling Author Erzabet Bishop! #bdsm #erotic #romance #amazon #kindleunlimited @erzabetbishop

Heat up those cold winter nights with this new steamy release from USA Today Bestselling Author Erzabet Bishop!

Marnie’s Tale (Temptation Resorts Book 1), an erotic bdsm tale to titillate your senses and make you long for more!

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Available in Kindle Unlimited.


Let your deepest fantasies take flight.

When shy bookworm, Marnie, catches her boyfriend cheating, she thinks her life is over. But when her best friend, Jess, whisks her away for a birthday surprise, Marnie enters into a world she never knew existed beyond the pages of her favorite novels. Temptation Resorts, where kink is king and erotic play is only the beginning.

Can Marnie become the sex goddess she’s always dreamed of and find the fulfillment she craves? When pleasure is the ultimate goal, there is no better way to spend a weekend.

Saturday, December 30, 2017

Pre-Order Now: Burning Midnight by USA Bestselling Author Erzabet Bishop @erzabetbishop @ginakincade @naughtynightspr




New from USA Today Bestselling Author 
Erzabet Bishop!


Title: Burning Midnight (Witching Hour Series Book 1)
Publisher: NNP
Publication date: January 11, 2018

Tags:
#shifter #vampire #menage #romance #PNR #paranormalromance #historical #contemporary #witches #demon #curse #murder #betrayal #loveacrosstime #fatedmates #pack #family

Blurb:
The dreams of the heart may be the darkest of all…

Kissed by the moon…
Diana Robichard runs Moon Called, an antique shop specializing in cursed objects. A new antiquity falls into her possession and promptly disappears, her tidy world is upended. When faced with a threat to those she loves the most, witchcraft alone may not be enough to save them. Blood vows and shadowy magic may hold the key, but the ultimate power might just be in the darkest recesses of her heart.

A wolf unleashed…
Alpha wolf, Aristide Benoit, is a wolf on a mission. When multiple pack members, and finally his daughter, go missing, he is ready to do whatever is necessary to find them. A pending war with the vampires looms in the distance but a blacker danger lies closer to home. Will the sexy witch destined to be his mate be his downfall, or his salvation?

Blood and fire…
Vampire Regent, Rand Sinclair, has a problem. His vault is missing an amulet never meant to see the light of day. Endangering a treaty with the wolves, he must act quickly before the woman he loves is swept into an ancient curse that will destroy them all. But can he make room in his heart and embrace a love that can set them all free?

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Excerpt:

Rand almost didn’t hear the screams. Floating in his sleeping state, the din of Blackthorn Coven had simply become a part of an ever-present hum, keeping him company as he traveled slowly through time. The new Regent had his hands full, but he had every confidence the man would keep the Coven out of harm’s way and his pledge of honor with the wolves intact.
Virgil had come to him through his bride and at the time, he’d believed the young vampire held the guts and fortitude it would take to lead their coven into the modern world.
Just like his predecessor before him, he’d stepped aside to make room for a new age. Bone weary from a war that never should have been, he’d handed the reins over and locked himself inside the underground sleeping chamber, content to rest. And he hoped, for his soul to mend from all the loss.
It would probably take him a fucking millennia. He would have been content to stay lost in the darkness if not for the haunting eyes of the woman just out of his reach. Even as he walked the halls in his final days, he caught her watching him out of the corner of his eye.
At first he thought she was a ghost, or even worse, the witch who had enraptured his wife with whispers of obscene power. But no. He got no inkling of harm from her. She was nothing like his bride.
Bitter fire burned through him as the memories of his wife’s treachery flitted through his brain. Daughter of the previous Regent, she bowed before no man and by the Gods, he’d foolishly thought she might have grown to love him, instead of the arranged political match their union had started out to be.
Her father, Cornell, would have been ashamed had he been awake to see what she had done to their people. But he slept the sleep of the dead below and he would not disturb him, even for her. Stone by stone, he and Cornell had built this place and by all the gods he’d struggled to make a home away from the ancestral coven back in Europe. And her actions threatened to ruin it all.
Their fates tied in with a lineage of witches that helped Blackthorn Coven rise to the top of vampire society, it would also be the cause of his greatest heartbreak. Finding her in the arms of a witch who delved into blood magic and dealings with demons had forced his hand. So had the bodies of all of their victims, stacked like firewood in a secluded part of the forest. Wolves had been blamed. But he had known the truth.
One frail human girl lay bleeding out on the floor of Melia’s chamber as she fucked the witch, their bodies entwined, green fire swirling around them.
It was obscene, what they had done. So many had died. But no more.
His bride would kill them all to satisfy her lust for power so she and her lover could sit on the throne. Not on his fucking life.
The witch Abel, his second had taken care of, leaving her shackled in the conservatory bound in nullifying chains. But Melia? She was his.
Rand had cornered her in the Great Hall, his court looking on. Abel, his Captain of the Guard stood by, battle worn and bloody, his face a mask of icy rage. “You did this. You brokered a deal with death. And for what?”
Melia raised her chin in defiance, her glossy hair drawn up in an elaborate updo. She swept past the gathering crowd of onlookers, her long black skirts whispering on the stones as turned to face him. “If you see no value to what I have done, then you are a fool.” Her blood red lips curved up in a smile that did not meet her eyes.
The callous disregard for life rankled and his fangs descended in his fury. “You have learned nothing. When you lead, it is you who serves most of all.”
She was a born aristocrat and he frowned, knowing with certainty that she would never and could never see that what she had done was wrong. Legions of his people had been slain by the ensorcelled wolves. It had taken him months to trace back the source and more than a few innocent wolves had died by his hand.
He had risen up as a mercenary, blood and death gaining him rank where others, like his bride, had accepted their royal status as their due. Rand should give the right of her death to Rowark, the wolves Alpha. But he was too busy picking up the pieces of what was left of his pack. They had fought each other, near to the death until a glimpse of his ghostly witch settled his thoughts long enough to stop the madness.
Then he’d seen the truth. She had never fought for anything, but taken to dark magic to suit her purposes and that he could not abide.
Melia shrugged. “We are meant to rule. They were born to serve.”
“Rule what? A sea of bones? You’ve destroyed everything this Coven held dear. The humans in its care. Our brothers the wolves. And for what?”
“Power,” she hissed, her eyes bright with the cursed green light he’d come to know too well. “It is our birthright.”
“Not yours. Not anymore.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
He seized her unceremoniously around the wrist and dragged her, protesting to the solarium. Dawn approached, and God willing, the end to his Coven’s torment. One demon had been cast down this night but the other…she stood in front of him, daring him to act.
Melia took in the body of her lover and gave a mournful cry, fighting him as he pushed her forward. His stomach twisted as he stalked past the charred body of the witch. The stench almost unbearable, he turned to his bride and reached for the shackles.
“What have you done? Have you lost what wits you have left?” She cried out, fighting him.
“I’ll do it.” Abel stepped forward, blade in hand.
Rand shook his head. “No. This duty is mine and mine alone.” He jerked Melia forward, bile rising in the back of his throat at the thought of what he was about to do.  He thrust her toward the holding chains embedded in the earth and closed the first iron band around her delicate wrist.
She would have them all destroyed to suit her vanity. And there was only one remedy for that.
“You’ll pay for this, Rand. Do you hear me?” Melia squirmed in his grasp as he fastened the last shackle closed. She fell to her knees in a puddle of black silk, cursing at him and jerking at the chains.
Dawn threatened, the bonds of the night urging him back into the shadows. The others had fled the solarium, no doubt to spread their vitriol through the court. Only Abel remained, his expression determined.
“My lord. You must retire.”
“I am aware.” His gaze traveled once more over Melia.
“I’ll leave you, then.” Abel spun on his heel and vanished into the gloom of the hallway, his movements tight with anger.
Rand nodded and turned his attention back to the situation at hand. Would that his heart felt more than pity. He wanted to love her but time after time, she turned him away, choosing instead her quest for power.
“May your next life bring you peace.”
“I hate you,” she spat in his direction, the glow of her eyes matching the luminous green hue of the stone glittering from the amulet at her breast. How much of the witch fire had she taken in? Or that of the demon?
It didn’t matter. In a short while it would be over, her body a pile of ash.
Striding forward, he tore a piece of fabric from her gown, the sound of ripping fabric harsh in the silence.
“What are you doing?”
“Ending this.” Rand yanked the amulet from her neck, burying it in the scrap of fabric. As soon as his hand wrapped around the necklace, his stomach gave a violent lurch and the urge to thrust the unnatural piece from him was almost too powerful to ignore.
Gods.
The blade at his side grew warm in reaction to the dark magic.
What would it have been like to wear that loathsome thing next to his flesh, he wondered and then put it out of his mind. The image of a being swathed in a darkness more terrible than the deepest bowels of the pit flashed behind his mind’s eye and for a moment he knew fear.
Melia struggled, her chains clinking against the stone. Her wrists bloody, she reached for him, a snarl on her lips. “This isn’t over. He’ll come for you and take his rightful place.”
A bitter laugh burst from his lips. “Who will, Melia? Who besides you would dare?”
The first rays of dawn crept across the stone floors and Rand stiffened, not caring what her answer was.
“You’ll find out one day. And by then it will be too late.” Her laughter followed Rand as he stalked into the shadows of the hall. He pulled the door shut behind him, the higher windows of the solarium now just beginning to capture the sun’s poisonous rays, pushing the light closer to where he stood.
Melia’s dying shrieks followed him into the cool darkness. Still they haunted him, twisting with dreams to make them just as real now as they had been in the past.
Visions of unrest drifted through his subconscious and he shifted within the confines of his bed chamber, the stirrings of hunger tearing at him. He forced them back, irritation at his body’s needs making him cross. There was no part of the world he wanted anything to do with.
Naught but one.
It started a week ago. He’d begun to dream of a woman. At first, he hadn’t understood the connection, but as he followed her in his mind’s eye, his gaze located the cause. His dagger.
The first time she touched it at the strange fair and the magic flowing through her veins, dark and decadent but still strangely pure. He wanted her, his cock hardening at the thought of her pliant lips pressed against his. As the connection between them grew, he showed her visions of his past.  
At first, he thought it a trick set upon him by Melia’s demon but as he watched her from his dreams, he saw her for her true nature. She’d been holding his blade the first time she’d stumbled into his reality and the link to the knife at his side made the spelled jewel dance in its setting.
In his slumber, he thought of her, reaching now for the blade that had been with him for centuries. Somehow, it had been displaced. Anger that someone would dare to disturb his resting chamber to take what few personal articles he’d taken with him into his rest sparked a rage that awakened his blood lust, leading him in and out of sleep, restless dreams making him edgy.
But first he needed to find the woman.
Vulnerable. Giving. And, it seemed, a witch.



About the author:

Erzabet Bishop is a USA Today bestselling author who writes paranormal and erotic romance. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.
Follow her on Twitter @erzabetbishop.

Links:

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Pre-order now! Burning Midnight: A Werewolf, Vampire, and Witch Paranormal Romance by USA Today Bestselling Author Erzabet Bishop! #shifter #witches #vampires #werewolf #paranormal #romance @erzabetbishop @Shifter_Lover @NaughtyNightsPr

Pre-order your copy of Burning Midnight: A Werewolf, Vampire, and Witch Paranormal Romance (The Witching Hour, Book One) by USA Today Bestselling Author Erzabet Bishop!

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The dreams of the heart may be the darkest of all…

Kissed by the moon…
Diana Robichard runs Moon Called, an antique shop specializing in cursed objects. A new antiquity falls into her possession and promptly disappears, her tidy world is upended. When faced with a threat to those she loves the most, witchcraft alone may not be enough to save them. Blood vows and shadowy magic may hold the key, but the ultimate power might just be in the darkest recesses of her heart.

A wolf unleashed…
Alpha wolf, Aristide Benoit, is a wolf on a mission. When multiple pack members, and finally his daughter, go missing, he is ready to do whatever is necessary to find them. A pending war with the vampires looms in the distance but a blacker danger lies closer to home. Will the sexy witch destined to be his mate be his downfall, or his salvation?

Blood and fire…
Vampire Regent, Rand Sinclair, has a problem. His vault is missing an amulet never meant to see the light of day. Endangering a treaty with the wolves, he must act quickly before the woman he loves is swept into an ancient curse that will destroy them all. But can he make room in his heart and embrace a love that can set them all free?

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

New Release! Whiskey & Witchcraft by USA Today Bestselling Author Kiki Howell! #witches #demons #paranormal #romance @kikihowell7

Suspense, Intrigue, Romance, this book has it all!

If you love being immersed in a suspenseful, spell-filled world ripe with witches and demons battling to save themselves and rekindle a love that should never have been forgotten, you will love USA Today Bestselling Author Kiki Howell's newest paranormal romance Whiskey & Witchcraft! 

Grab your copy now in ebook or print!

Available now at the following online retailers.
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Ciaran Byrne is suddenly thrust into the public eye as the face of the Byrne family by the death of his father, also inheriting his family’s scandals. Unfortunately, a legacy of misused magick runs like fire through his veins, and a demon trapped inside of him by a spell turns him into a beast like no other. 

He knows no way around the demon failsafe his father had planted inside him. Still, over a decade later, he's convinced somewhere in him a better man lurks. 

As if everything else isn't reason enough to keep his blood pressure high and his nights sleepless, Allanah Adams, the woman he’d once been forbidden to love, roams into his life.

He can see she assumes what the media tells her is true. He begs--no, orders--her to let him prove he can be different from his family, but can he prove it to himself and everyone else around him?

Thursday, December 21, 2017

Hunky Holiday Reads: Mistletoe Kisses by USA Today Bestselling Author Erzabet Bishop @erzabetbishop @naughtynightspr @ginakincade #PNR #Shifterromance



Blurb:

With some gifts, it’s all about the unwrapping...
Jess looks forward to a holiday season of saving puppies and working at the shelter. With her new sister-in-law taking over the Yuletide Gathering, it’s run for the hills or wind up covered in glitter. What she doesn’t anticipate is her brother lining up yet another in a long string of bodyguards. She might be a wolf who can’t shift, but that doesn’t mean she needs anyone’s protection. When things heat up during the festivities, she finds herself face to face with the one man who just might hold the key to her heart.
It was supposed to be a two-week Ops for ridding the world of hybrid wolves, not a babysitting gig for the spoiled sister of the Westmore Pack Alpha. But when Thorne sets eyes on the curvy brunette, he finds a fierce beauty with a soft interior just begging to be tamed, and he’s just the gargoyle to do it.
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Excerpt:
Thorne sat across the desk from his new employer and tried unsuccessfully to shake away the incredulous feeling gnawing at his gut. He’d come to Westmore with the understanding that this would be a two-week Ops mission to locate and destroy the violent hybrid wolves he’d been hearing about. They a role to play in his father’s death, he was certain of it, and now he could finally get the answers he was seeking and kill a few in the process. But, as he sat across from the Westmore Pack Alpha, he found himself staring at the man, completely disbelieving his ears.
“That wasn’t the job.”
“I want her protected.” Thorne met Carrick’s eyes, and Thorne struggled to hold in his frustration. This was why he’d been brought to the famed Westmore Estate? The Alpha was legendary for taking down his predecessors with nothing but brains and his own two hands…but to suggest he babysit a female? He was no one’s nanny.
“You want me to be a bodyguard? For a woman?” Thorne sputtered and erupted from the chair, stalking to the window. He kept one eye on the comings and goings outside and another on the man behind the desk. Thorne had come at night, as requested, to see the estate at its most vulnerable. What he hadn’t expected was to be insulted.
“Not just a woman. My sister. And the job is a trial period for two weeks.”
“And after?”
The Alpha thrummed his fingers on the desk. “We’ll talk about that if you’re still here.”
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
The door opened and another man entered, closing it behind him. Thorne eyed the man and waited to be introduced. The pinched look of the other man’s mouth and worry lines in his face indicated he cared about this woman. Interesting.
“Where is she?” the Alpha demanded.
“Probably at the shelter again. She’s not in her room and the guard at the front gate said she took off around eight this morning. Something about an adoption drive at Barks.”
“Thorne, this is Reid, my second in command.” Carrick ran his hand through his mane of dark hair and frowned. “Jesus, she knows I want her to be careful. I keep telling her to quit, but she won’t listen. After what happened with that fucking dragon…”
The other man, Reid, unconsciously rubbed at his arm.
“You were injured.” Thorne stepped away from the window and moved deeper into the room. He could sense their unease. Perhaps something more was happening here than met the eye.
“I was.”
Dragons? Now that was interesting.
“I was told there were hybrid wolves.”
“Originally, that was the contract. Yes.” Carrick rose from the chair, came around the desk, and leaned against it. “But we’ve come to find out that the previous alpha may still have some support out there.”
“A dragon?” Thorne raised an eyebrow. Dragon kind and Night Wing gargoyles were not on friendly terms. Territorial disputes in his homeland had made them natural enemies. But here? That would remain to be seen. Not that he would mind tangling with one.
“An old bastard of a firefighter, too. Seemed like he was setting more blazes at the end rather than putting them down.” Carrick’s lips thinned and his jaw clenched. “He endangered the life of my mate.”
Thorne considered the Alpha carefully.
“If you’ve rooted him out, then why am I here?”
“He’s not the only one,” Reid bit out. “We know there are more out there. What remains to be seen are when and where they choose to rear their ugly heads.”
“Why don’t you go to them?” It seemed a simple question, but the shuttered looks from the men in front of him stopped the suggestion before it could go any further.
“The Yule Gathering is coming and I want no complications. Likely as not, there are more of them out there and I won’t take a chance with my mate, my sister, or my pack. I spoke with your last employer and he said you were the best, most unobtrusive operative he had.”
“I am.”
And Thorne could find the creatures the Alpha sought. All he had to do was give the command.
Thorne wasn’t boasting. It was the truth. People paid for his work and paid him well.
“Good,” Reid snorted. “If you’re tailing Jess, you’re going to need it.”
“Is she your mate, this…Jess?”
“No.” A shade of pink crept up the sides of the other man’s face. “More like…a sister, if you want to know the truth.”
The Alpha sighed. “And she’s stubborn.”
“Yeah…”
The two men glanced at each other, a pregnant pause filling the room. Any information withheld could jeopardize Thorne meeting whatever goal they had in mind.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
“Her last bodyguard didn’t make it longer than a day.” Carrick closed his eyes, a twitch of humor playing at his lips.
This ought to be good.
“May I ask why?”
“He, ugh…went up in flames.” Reid coughed, but underneath the sound, Thorne was certain he heard a note of laughter.
Flames?
“What did she do, torch him?”
“Not exactly.” Carrick cleared his throat and turned his face away in what Thorne was sure was an effort to compose himself.
Were they hinting he couldn’t handle a woman? It didn’t sound like she needed protection in the least.
Thorne’s lips curved up in a humorless smile. “If she’s such a force of nature, then why the protection? I thought your females were fierce.”
Reid met Carrick’s gaze and the Alpha cleared his throat until his second glanced away, his eyes finding Thorne’s.
“Tell him.”
“She can’t shift.” The Alpha sighed.
Reid crossed his arms over his chest. “Won’t shift. There’s a difference. She can but she doesn’t want to.”
“I don’t accept that.” Carrick pushed off from the desk and went to the window.
“Well, you’d better start. You and I both know that bastard damaged her. She may be strong for a female, but her wolf is broken,” Reid replied, his tone filled with frustration.
Thorne’s stomach lurched at the thought. To hear that her beast had been harmed was unacceptable. War with men he understood well, but not females. Women being abused made his skin crawl. He’d seen much in his line of work, but that was one thing he would not tolerate. It took a good bit of doing to squelch an animal. He should know.
“What happened?”
“You’ve heard what took place here? What the previous alpha did? The atrocities and the genetic experiments?” Reid asked with a bitter twist of his lips.
“I have. The overthrow of the previous regime was unavoidable. Your prowess in battle is legendary.” He nodded to Carrick in a show of respect. He’d found the main source but some of the tendrils remained. And he fucking wanted to tear out the rest of them by the roots. That was why he came here.
Reid shook his head. “That’s not what I mean. He took them…the girls. The women. He…”
“Stop.” Carrick’s voice was strained and his stance was tense. “We don’t need to hash out any of the details.”
He didn’t.


A note from the author:
Hello everyone and happy holidays! Thank you for joining me on my tour of Mistletoe Kisses, the fifth book in the Westmore Wolves series. All the books can be read as stand-alone but if you want to read them in order...

1. Wicked For You
2. Heart's Protector
3. Burning for You
4. Taming the Beast
5. Mistletoe Kisses
6. Under Cover of Darkness (coming 2018)

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 Erzabet Bishop is a USA Today bestselling author who writes paranormal and erotic romance. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.
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