Blurb:
The
first blind date Quinn Blackwood’s matching making sister set him
up on proved to be his last. The curvy brunette waiting for him at
the bar was indeed his true mate.
Even
though they had never met, Paige Matthews had nursed a secret crush
on her co-worker’s oldest brother since moving to town. She knew
the odds were against it, but she couldn’t resist going on a blind
date with the big bear shifter. She was heart sore that she wasn’t
his true mate but quickly decided to take him up on his offer of a
good time. Cause this good-girl wanted nothing more than this bear’s
sweet loving.
Excerpt:
“Oh,
my God, what is this?” Quinn thought he’d died and gone to heaven
when the taste of honey melted on his tongue. He looked down at the
food he was eating and realized she’d baked a cake. A freaking
honey cake. It was gone in two more bites. “I’ve never tasted
anything so delicious in my life,” Quinn told her as he licked his
lips clean. He eyed her container. “Aren’t you going to share?”
Paige
hugged her cake to her breast and laughed. “Not going to happen,
big boy,” she replied as she cut off a piece and placed it in her
mouth, slowly pulling away the fork. She moaned and closed her eyes,
savoring the taste. “So good.”
Quinn
was on her in a flash, tossing away the container and dragging her
down on the blanket in one coordinated move. He quickly spread her
legs, settling himself between them with ease.
“Quinn!”
Her hands grabbed his shoulders.
He
grinned down at her shocked expression. “Don’t you know better
than to tease a hungry bear with the smell of honey?” He bent down
and licked her lips and savored the feel of her nails biting into his
shoulders.
“There’s
more cake in the bag.” Her voice was low and breathless, that same
sex phone whisper that had his cock going from hard to a piece of
fucking granite in ten seconds flat.
“That’s
good to know, but that wasn’t the honey I was talking about.” He
moved, dislodging her hands as he slid down her body.
“There’s
honey,” he said, kissing the flesh revealed by the low bodice of
her dress. He continued his downward path to the peak of her right
breast. Taking one taunt bud in his mouth, he sucked it inside, again
taking fabric and all as he had in the elevator, making her back arch
and her hands fist in his hair. He hardened even more, thinking about
her reaction to what he was about to do. He tugged his head from her
grasp and her hands fell to her sides. He placed kisses along the
rise of her belly, then sat back on his knees, looking at her splayed
before him, a feast for him to devour. “And then there’s this
honey.”
He
put his hands under the hem of her dress that had ridden up past her
knees. Giving the soft flesh a hard squeeze, he pushed the light
fabric up. “I smell your want, Paige.”
Paige
shivered as Quinn’s thumbs caressed the insides of her thighs as he
pushed her dress out of the way. Yes, she wanted him. She wanted him
more than she’d ever wanted a man. Knew she wanted him more than
she’d ever want a man. It was no wonder he could smell her want.
Moisture gathered between her thighs, soaking into her pink silk
panties. Before she knew it, he’d pushed her dress up her thighs
and over her panties.
She’d
worn one of few matching lingerie sets she owned, a bra and panties
in a dark shade of pink that bordered on red. Quinn lowered himself,
his mouth urgently burning a trail from her knee to her throbbing
pussy. She lost herself in the moment, the warm breeze wafting over
her heated skin. The screech of the hawks above and the sounds of the
city below faded away. There was nothing except this, this man.
Quinn
bit the soft flesh on the inside of her right thigh, and then he was
there, his mouth, covering her, his rough tongue licking, sucking her
swollen clit through the silk fabric of her panties.
“So
sweet, baby,” he murmured. “I want a deeper taste.” He leaned
back and lifted her legs over one strong arm. Hooking a thumb beneath
the waistband of her underwear, he had them down and off before she
could say a word. “Now where was I.”
He
lowered her legs back down to the blanket, then parted them, pushing
her knees up and spreading her open for his pleasure.
Paige’s
body trembled. She was so exposed. She knew she needed to protest,
put her legs together. Blush. Something.
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About the
Author:
Like
many, Marie Mason had always suspected the career that would make her
happy would be something to do with writing. And like many, she
managed for years to avoid any job connect with writing. Writing is
something she has to do every day. It’s a calling, or should she
say, it’s the characters calling, whispering…write about me,
write about me.
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Author Marie Mason is giving away 4 Prizes! Win a $25 Amazon Gift Card or One of Three Copies Of Mate Of The Alpha (Ebook). Must be 18 or over to enter. Open internationally. Enter 3/13/14 – 3/28/14 (midnight). Please note, we do verify entry methods!
Thanksf or having me today. I hope everyone enters the give-away. Just in case you're wondering, I am writing on Bear and Bear Alike, the second Blackwood Brothers book. Here is an un edited snippet:
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Ryland snorted as he pulled dark colored shirt over his head and looked at his brother standing the doorway. He was dressed in jeans and a dark t-shirt as well. Yep, they’d fucking dressed alike—again. But what was Ryland supposed to do? He couldn’t very well turn up in a suit in tie—not that he would ever, ever wear one—in a bar on a Friday night, but hell, did they have to look so damn alike?
He eyed the bottle of cologne some woman had given him. She hadn’t known, or hadn’t cared, that shifters never wore scents of any kind, many even preferring unscented soaps and shampoos. But if he put some on, then their mate would definitely be able to tell them apart.
“If you wear that shit, you’re walking.” His brother growled out the warning.
And that’s why they were in the hellish situation they were in. They knew each other’s thoughts, feelings. They were like fucking open books to each other sometimes. So why wouldn’t fate give them the same mate? If someone was made especially for them, and they were so damned alike, didn’t it make sense they both would need her?
I just entered the giveaway and my fingers are crossed! Thank you
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