New
from Lily Harlem TAKE ME a
super-sexy shifter story to spook up your Halloween! Set in Ireland this paranormal tale will take
you from the centre of Dublin and Temple Bar to the beautiful Wicklow
Mountains. But watch out, there’s a cunning vampire about…
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Megan’s weekend just took a
dangerous, sexy turn…
What's not to love about a girl’s
weekend in Dublin? Megan Sanders loves being out on the town and out on the
pull with her mates, but unfortunately, she’s attracted the attentions of a man
with downright murderous intentions.
Seth Martin knows vampire Samuel
Bennington is evil, and only his pack of elite wolf shifters can protect Megan.
That is, if they can convince her that she needs their help.
Soon Megan finds herself caught up
in a whirlwind of fear and lust. She's being hunted for her blood, yes, but
she's also crazy about the guy who has sworn to protect her. But which man will
win? Will her blood sate Bennington's hunger, or will Seth remind her why it's
good to be alive, and give her pleasure beyond anything she's known before?
Excerpt
She stared at him, then, “Abraham is
a shifter, isn’t he?”
Seth was silent.
“The wolves here looking after me
are all shifters. They can switch between being human and animal. Don’t try and
tell me they’re not.”
“What do you know about shifters?”
He pressed his knuckles against his biceps, the muscles bulging.
“Only what I’ve read in books. That
they’re humans who can turn into animals, that they have special powers.”
“Special powers?”
She swallowed. This was getting more
surreal by the hour. “Will you just tell me the truth?”
He said nothing.
“Seth.”
He clamped his lips together.
“Goddammit.” She stepped up to him.
“Don’t you think I deserve the truth? I’m a sitting duck. There is nothing but
a few doors and bolts between me and a supernatural murderer who is out to get
me. I’m being pretty calm all things considered, but this...” She banged her
fist on his shoulder. “Tell me the truth.”
He didn’t budge but shook his head
slightly.
“Don’t do that. Don’t say no. Tell
me.” She whacked him again, harder this time. Fear, anger, and frustration
warred within her. Her sanity was slipping as was her ability to maintain a
brave face. If Seth couldn’t be honest with her—the man who’d fucked her not
long ago, who’d said he’d die for her, who she’d entrusted with her life— then
what did she have left?
Tears sprang into her eyes, making
them prickle. Her throat tightened and a sob bubbled up from her chest.
She banged him again, with both
fists this time.
“Hey.” He grabbed her wrists.
She tried to pull free but it was to
no avail. “Megan, calm down.”
His words had no effect. She had to
get out of there. What the hell was going on? She was a prisoner.
“Megan, please, stop.” He trapped
her wrists in just one of his hands and pulled her close so her head was
beneath his chin. “Calm the hell down. This isn’t helping anything.” He
tightened his free arm around her body.
“No, but...I need to know, I need
you...to be honest...with me.” She screwed up her eyes. In spite of her
frustration she sagged against him. “I might die. This is my life. I need to
know what’s going on.”
“I know.” He leaned back a fraction.
She looked up at him as a tear
escaped from her right eye, and trickled down her cheek.
“Can you handle the truth?” he
asked.
“Yes.”
“Can you keep a secret? An ancient
secret that very few humans have ever been told?”
“Yes. Absolutely.”
He pulled in a breath. “In that
case, yes, Abraham is a shifter. The wolf you saw, that was him, in his other
body.”
She nodded. A sense of relief washed
through her. Far from being worried or scared, the knowledge was a comfort. It
confirmed that she wasn’t going mad. Her imagination wasn’t running away with
itself. She wasn’t adding up two and two and making five.
He stroked his hand over her hair.
“How do you feel now I’ve told you?”
She nodded. “Better. Thank you for
trusting me.”
“Well, that goes both ways. You’re
trusting us, a lot.”
“I know, but I believe in you.” She
paused. “And Nia, she’s a shifter too?”
“Yes.” A muscle flexed in his jaw.
It was clear he wasn’t used to talking about theshifters.
Megan looked into his
dark eyes; his long lashes cast shadows on his cheeks and his messy black
fringe hung forward.
“Are you a shifter?” she asked
quietly.
His eyes narrowed a little. “What
would you say if I was?”
“I’d say thank you for saving me, in
the alley.”
He pulled in a breath, his nostrils
flaring. “That was a close call.”
“It was.” She tugged her wrists to
free them from his grasp.
He released her.
“And if you hadn’t been there...”
She pressed her hands to his cheeks, his thick stubble tickling her palms. “I
wouldn’t be standing here now. I’d be a murder victim.”
He kissed her, hard and quick. “Shh,
don’t talk about that.”
“It’s hard not to think about it.”
“I don’t want you to. I want you to
feel safe, to feel cared for when you’re with me.”
“I do.” She paused. “So, you are a
shifter.”
“You know what?” His eyes narrowed.
“What?”
He paused, then, “I’m hungry, like
really fucking hungry.”
“Wolf’s appetite, huh?” She raised
her eyebrows.
“Yeah, something like that.” He
grinned suddenly. “Come on, let’s make food. I’ve used up a lot of energy this
evening.”
“Bedroom energy.” She stepped back
and released him.
“Yeah, and I’d like some more
bedroom action later if that’s okay with you.”
“I’m sure it can be arranged.”
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