Blurb:
Lee
never thought he’d find his mate at a club, but even less so, did he expect him
to be, Alkaline, the leader of the mafia organization known as the Claws. If
the lion shifter were not an alpha, things might be easier, but as it is, his
mate is bent on keeping them apart. Not that it matters to Lee, he’ll hunt him
down and make him his.
Alkaline
doesn’t do sweet. Nor vulnerable. Nor submissive. So when his lion decides that
his soulmate is an alpha puma, he refuses to accept it. After all, whoever
heard of two alphas mating? However, resisting Lee is harder than he ever
imagined.
With
two men battling for dominance, who will end up on top? And will their romance
survive the match?
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Excerpt
The
beat of the music made the floor vibrate. The strobe lights flashed, creating a
maddening effect. Lee lifted his arms toward the ceiling, and swayed his hips.
He mouthed the words to the popular song, allowing the rhythm to wash over him
and obliterate any thoughts and worries he still carried from the long day at
work.
The animal within
him stirred. Tossing and turning, it gathered energy from the pulsing tones and
climbed to the surface as if awakening from a long sleep. Lee’s blood pumped
faster. His vision refocused, throwing everything into sharp contrast, from the
shimmering contents of beverages in clear glasses, to the glittery eye makeup
of a random stranger. The club smelled like sweat and alcohol. Bodies pressed
together, swaying, moving. Glass shattered somewhere followed by a chorus of
“Oh!” and loud laughter. All around, people enjoyed a night out, oblivious to
anything more than what lay a few feet from them. Unaware of the hunter in
their midst.
Lee licked his
lips. His cock twitched. It’d been too long since he’d prowled the night for a
bed companion. Focused on his work as manager of the shifter bar Moon Point,
sometimes he forgot to have fun, to give into his baser instincts. Normally,
he’d go home, relieve himself, and fall asleep until the next day. But he was a
puma, a night prowler. And tonight, after he’d closed Moon Point, he knew
driving to the countryside and going for a run wouldn’t be enough. He was
restless, yearning for something more which he could only describe as the need
for company, for the feel of skin against skin, for the gentle caress of caring
hands, if only for a few hours.
It was time to
hunt.
Lee glanced around
and caught the eye of a handsome stud with dark, puppy eyes. He grinned. The
stranger looked away, then back at him, a small smile playing on his lips.
Game on.
Swerving his hips,
Lee started to make his way toward the man and stopped. The hint of a welcoming
scent caressed his senses. A desert breeze mingled with rare wildflowers. A
spark lit up his core, sending a shiver of excitement through him. The top of
his ears tingled. Lee spun. His heart froze, then resurged, pounding
frantically.
Alkaline.
He’d never been
formally introduced to the lion shifter, but he knew him on sight. He had to.
One didn’t manage a bar in one of the seediest neighborhoods of the city
without knowing the local gangs. Besides, Alkaline wasn’t exactly easy to miss.
At six-foot-five, with shoulder-length red-blond hair, a matching beard, and
slightly tanned skin, he stood out wherever he went.
Lee watched him
move. His cock twitched. There was nothing submissive about the male specimen
coming in his direction, parting the crowd like some kind of god. Alkaline exuded
power, force, and unbridled passion.
Their gazes locked
and desire rushed through him. Hell, yes. This was just what he needed. A real
challenge. Lee extended his hand and Alkaline took it. The lion pulled him
close with a firm tug. Hand on his waist, Alkaline guided him to the music.
Lee sucked in his
cheeks to keep from laughing. Hell would freeze over before he was the one
following. He pushed back, forcing Alkaline to release him. Then, rolling
forward, he placed his hands on Alkaline’s hips and took the lead.
The lion snarled.
His amber eyes flashed a warning. Lee didn’t retreat. His cock thickened inside
his jeans, rubbing against the material. Abruptly, Alkaline dipped him slightly
backwards, threaded his fingers in his hair and held, forcing Lee to stare at
him.
His puma growled.
Bursting through his defenses, it forced his vision to change. It turned
sharper, more attuned to the man in front of him, from the tiny wrinkles in the
corner of his eyes, to the small mole above his brow, to the thin coat of sweat
which made his face glisten.
Alkaline glared at
him. Lee’s blood pressure spiked along with his raging libido. He wouldn’t be
the first to drop his gaze. He pursed his mouth. The music changed and someone
slammed into them, breaking the connection.
They both moved at
the same time. Lips clashed. Hungry. Hard. Lee’s fingers threaded into
Alkaline’s long reddish mane and Alkaline rested his hand on the nape of Lee’s
neck, bringing him closer. Their tongues entwined, desperately seeking for
more, until the air ran out of their lungs and they broke apart panting. For a
second, they gauged each other, and Lee wondered if he looked as bewildered and
as consumed by lust as the other man.
Just when he was
about to speak, Alkaline grabbed his hand and placed it over his erection. Lee
groaned.
“I need to have
you, now,” Alkaline said.
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About Elyzabeth M. VaLey
Elyzabeth M. VaLey is a writer of sizzling, sexy
romance who firmly believes in happy ever after. From paranormal to
contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters'
darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all
that comes between them and their love.
When she's not writing, she can be
found walking in the Spanish countryside with her black Lab, exploring castles,
or enjoying some tapas with her friends.
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