Lycan Lore by Shannon Leigh--ADULT

Who wants something hard, huge, and hairy for Valentine's? I'm talking werewolves here people. Geez, minds in the gutter...

BLURB:

Being the tag-along on a camping trip with Heather and Graham is not what Cassandra has in mind for her long weekend. When a tall, dark stranger with staggering green eyes shows up to lend a hand with her tent assembly from Hell, however, she has to rethink her predicament. Despite the mixture of excitement and apprehension he incites with his soul-startling stare, the possibility that she’s just found her brawny Tarzan in the depths of Redwood National Park suddenly doesn’t seem so absurd.

Cray feels an equally potent draw to the fiery redhead with the soft hazel eyes, attractive features, and tempting shape. Despite his resolve, she provokes a primordial calling he’s long sought to contain. He wants this female, he can’t deny, but he knows giving in to such unabashed urges can lead to disaster, and he refuses to sentence this woman to his own horrid fate.

But just as powerful as Cray’s attraction is his unexpected surge of protectiveness. There’s something about Cassandra’s male friend that needles his suspicion. Graham invokes Cray’s predatory sense of dominance, and that doesn’t bode well. If his instincts are correct, Cray knows Graham is more than he appears and Cassandra’s life is in danger...

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EXCERPT:
Before he could change his mind, Cray pulled her on top of him. His mouth sought hers, claiming it in a possessive kiss. Gripping her waist with his hands, he held her in place while he pressed his groin against her crotch.

Her heady sigh made his member swell with anticipation. While he knew he couldn’t possess her as he wished—join their bodies as one—he refused to let the day slip by without tasting her essence. Surely he could control his own urges long enough to satisfy her.

Grabbing her top by the hem, he pulled it over her head. Quickly unhooking her bra, he slipped the straps from her arms and tossed the confining contraption aside. Freed of their restraint, her pert little breasts pressed temptingly against his chest.

Rolling her over, Cray proceeded to remove her shorts, then slipped her panties down her long shapely thighs. Holding the garments to his nose, he inhaled deeply, tattooing her scent in his mind. Now he’d never forget.

He tossed the articles aside, letting them fall unheeded on the sand. Leaving her briefly to remove his jeans, he worshipped her flawless body with his eyes. She was perfect, beautiful, like he knew she’d be.

Her pink nipples hardened beneath his gaze, seemingly begging to be kissed. He gladly obliged. Rejoining her on the blanket, he possessed each one.

His tongue laved the first peak, tantalizing it into a pebble-like pea, then moved to the other, renewing her torment. Cassandra arched her back, pressing herself more firmly against his mouth. With a heady moan, she tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him in place.

Opening his mouth a little wider, Cray drew in the entire peak, tasting as much of her breast as he could without causing her pain. Then he cupped her small mounds, pushing them together as he dipped his tongue deep into her cleavage. She moaned again.

His mouth followed the contours of her narrow ribs, placing soft kisses on each ridge before moving to the flat planes of her belly. He lingered there, his tongue teasing the circle of her navel and the curve of her waist before moving lower. She squirmed against his slow descent, her small hands pressing on his shoulders in an attempt to hurry him up.

But Cray had no intention of rushing. He wanted to explore each crevice with his mouth, his hands, his tongue. He wanted to taste her, smell her, and feel every inch to be felt, as much as he could without risk. He wouldn’t waste or hasten a single moment.

His mouth glided over the crest of her hip before dropping soft kisses along the planes of her outer thigh and groin. Following along the fiery curls shrouding her center, he outlined her feminine vee, memorizing her body while working his way ever so slowly to the awaiting prize. Gently parting and lifting her legs, he opened her for a more intimate inspection.

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Available from Amber Quill Press

Shannon Leigh