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Reveal: Bachelor Auction: Mate Not Wanted
Coming
to Etopia Press Dec. 20th
Unedited
Unofficial Book Blurb:
Lioness shifter,
Madison doesn’t want to be mated. When
her friends bid and win Pierce McKinnely at a Bachelor Auction she knows she’s
screwed.
Tiger shifter,
Pierce McKinnley has been trying his best to wear Madison down. Will she be
willing to give him a chance or will she run like she always does?
They belong
together but she’s too stubborn to admit it and he’s too stubborn to let her
walk away.
Unofficial
Unedited Sneak Peek:
“I’m
fine, back off,” she spat, more venomously than she intended.
“Not
until I make sure you’re not hurt.” Before she could protest he jerked her
against him until her breasts pressed against his midsection. Her nipples
became tightened nubs that pulsed with need. Her skin tightened as pricks of
heat danced along her exposed skin and her lioness purred louder, demanding
more contact with her mate. For a moment, all she saw was him. Her world became
the bright white of his shirt marred by the dark stains of blood, his sweat and
unique scent, the tanned skin of his neck. She leaned forward to rub herself
against him, imprint her own perfume on his clothes. A soft buzzing sound
filled her ears.
Whispers
and murmurs swirled around them, pulling her back to the reality of where she
was. Madison cursed her weakness and took a step back. She was supposed to stay
away from him, not give him more ammunition to prove his theory that she was
attracted to him.
“No
way in hell. I’m fine. No damage. I could have handled myself, you know?” It
wasn’t a bluff, but she had to remind herself of why she should be so pissed at
him. Things could have gone pear shaped in a matter of seconds had she not
stepped in. “Why do you have to act like such a beast? Jesus.” She ran a hand
through her hair and focused her weakened anger at him. “You could have gotten
someone hurt, or worse.”
He
blinked. “I know you can take care of yourself. I was just trying to help.”
His
voice was now soft and gentle, and yet that roughness still remained. It was
like a single malt—smooth, creamy, rough, and could keep you warm on the
coldest of nights.
Another
shiver raced along Madison’s skin and smoothed down her spine. Her nipples
pulsed with heat as her breasts grew heavy and tight. She wanted to move back
into his touch, feel the press of his chest against hers as he moved within
her, rubbing his skin against the sensitive tips.
Madison
cleared her throat and tried to stave off her desire. “And I’m not your mate,”
she lied, trying to shrug off the effects that his tenor had on her body, “friend
or otherwise.”
“For now.” Pierce closed the gap between them until his chest
pressed against her breasts, giving them just a hint of the pressure they
needed. It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough.
