When werewolf Kelan Morgan finds his mate, he couldn't be happier—until he discovers Jake's life is in danger from an unknown shifter.
While werewolf Kelan Morgan is visiting his brother in New York, he's both surprised and delighted to find his destined mate in a bar. Jake Bradfield is everything Kelan ever wanted in a mate. But Jake is not a werewolf—he's a human who was hurt in the past and has sworn off relationships.
Kelan works hard to convince Jake they have a future together, but just when his persistence is paying off, Jake is almost killed by a shifter with a grudge. If Kelan wants the happy ending he always dreamt of, he must find the elusive culprit before he attacks again.
General Release Date: 27th June 2011
Jake came with a grunt. He looked down at his eager bed partner and desperately tried to remember his name. Corey, was it?
He let Jake’s spent cock slip from between his lips and grinned at Jake bashfully.
“Good one?” he asked in a small voice that was barely audible to Jake over his own breathing.
“Fuck yeah, that was incredible,” Jake said, still trying to get himself under control. Conway, maybe? “You’re a fucking god.”
The smile on the man’s face grew and a deep crimson blush spread from his neck upwards until he looked like he was on fire with it.
“Thanks,” he said, his blush deepening. His face was so red Jake thought the kid was about to combust. Jake closed his eyes and felt the waves of sleep begin to wash over him. He reached a hand down and patted the guy’s shoulder.
“Just give me a minute and I’ll help you out, okay?” He’d jerk him off quickly then send him packing.
“Uh, that’s okay. No need.” His voice was still barely louder than a whisper.
Jake cocked one eye open and looked down to see the guy’s limp dick and the spatter of cum on his hip. He smiled inwardly. He’d shot when he’d been sucking Jake off. Bonus!
“Damn, you came!” Jake exclaimed. “And I was really looking forward to sucking you.” Yeah, right.
The man’s eyes widened and his cock made an involuntary jerk. Jake leapt off the bed.
“Right, well I’d better clean up. Got an early start tomorrow. You want me to call you a cab?”
His hookup looked disappointed for a moment but he covered it quickly. “No, that’s okay. There’ll be plenty outside.”
“Cool.”
Jake got under the spray and soaped himself up, letting the lather carry away the smell of sex and sweat. The guy couldn’t be more than, what, nineteen or twenty? Cute as a button. Not very good at giving head, though. Still, it was better than using his own hand, right?
When Jake entered the bedroom, his visitor was fully dressed and hovering near the door.
“Oh, you leaving already?” Jake said, climbing into bed. “Well, thanks, Casey, I’ll call you.”
“For the third time tonight, it’s Cary,” the man—Cary—said with a huff. “And don’t bother.” He turned on his heel and stormed out, slamming the door loudly behind him. A few minutes later, Jake heard the front door slam, too.
“Jeez,” he muttered. Some men could be so sensitive. He covered himself with the sheet and fell almost instantly into a deep, contented sleep.
* * * *
“I don’t need excuses, Rory, I need results. I want those forms signed and on my desk first thing Monday morning, capiche?”
Jake ended the call and sat back in his expensive, black leather swivel chair. He felt a familiar tingling sensation deep in his gut. Jake loved the adrenaline rush he always got when a deal was going his way.
He turned and gazed out at the twinkling lights of the Manhattan skyline. God, he loved this city. He’d moved to New York from Boston after graduating with honours, and he was never leaving. Where else could he live where the money was this good and the sex was essentially on tap? He loved his life. There was nowhere else in the world he’d rather be.
A smug smile crossed Jake’s lips as he dialled another number. His friend picked up on the third ring.
“Tony, my man!” Jake said, making himself comfortable.
“Oh, hey, Jake—listen, I can’t talk right now. I’ve got a ton of work on. Can I call you back?”
Jake ignored his friend’s question and continued with his conversation.
“What’s up? We going to Liberties tonight?”
“Liberties? Uh, sure, all right, count me in,” Tony said, sounding flustered.
“Good man. Meet you there at eight.”
Lavinia discovered reading at an early age and could always be found with her nose in a book. She loved getting lost in a fantasy world even then. When her parents bought her a typewriter for Christmas at aged eleven, her fate was sealed. She spent hours dreaming up characters and creating stories. Not a lot has changed. Now when she is not writing you can find her enjoying a new release e-book.
Lavinia has lived all over the UK but currently resides in London, England. She has travelled extensively to places including Africa, Asia, Australia, America and most of Europe. Although some of her books are set in Texas she has never visited the state but plans to spend time there in the near future.
She is an avid reader and her favourite authors include J L Langley, Carol Lynne, Chris Owen and Andrew Grey. Lavinia particularly loves supernatural fiction and her favourite authors in this genre include Kelly Armstrong, Keri Arthur and Charlaine Harris.
Although Lavinia is a huge fan of the romance genre, she will admit to reading anything and everything. She loves horror, a good thriller and if a book has the capacity to make her cry, well, all the better. One thing she does insist on in a book however, regardless of genre is a happy ending, so you will always find one in the books she writes.
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