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It’s time to howl at the moon and let loose the beast!
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Bears, wolves and lions, oh my! This 21 BOOK Excite Spice MEGA Bundle lets you sink your teeth into all the hot, sexy shifters you could ever dream up! Over 375,000 words of paranormal prose with powerful, protective alphas looking for their fated mates.
Twenty-one great erotica and erotic romance authors will take you back to the wild, where raw passion rules, and primitive need dominates all. From lions, to tigers, to bears, these shifters will bring out the animal in you.
It’s time to howl at the moon and let loose the beast!
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Check out the start of several of the stories.
Amy “Red” Riding’s Hood by Liz Adams
Amy Riding peered out her second—story bedroom window into the night waiting for Sean. The only one who could save her from a lifetime of loneliness. But was he willing to live his life with her? Or did he want only a short—term love affair? The possibility of Amy being locked in a life of loneliness still hung its coat at the door of her heart.
She laughed at the memory of the day the blacksmith’s son “Vacant” Vincent came to her doorstep.
“Uh.... I want…” was all Vincent could say before grabbing her hand and taking her to the dark corner of his father’s forge. At the time, Amy didn’t care about Vincent’s lack of charm. She had been tired of being a virgin and wanted to know what a cock felt like inside her. Besides, he was handsome enough.
The clumsy way he kissed her lips and guided her hand down his pants was irksome, but bold. An oven of coals burned nearby, and its heat made her drip with sweat as his blind hands rummaged around her chemise. When she felt his hot spear harden in her hand, a fire stirred inside her making her drip in other places. But before he could enter her, his excitement played a cruel trick and left her hand sticky without giving her a chance to experience satisfaction of her own.
A handsome young man, to be sure, but there was much to be said for charm and wit, after all. And much to be said for a man who had the qualities of a good lover. Ever since that embarrassing day, five seasons ago, she became determined to seek out the best lover she could. When rumors surfaced of lycans being great lovers, Amy knew exactly who to charm.
Four weeks ago she sought out to charm Sean at his farm, and found him working shirtless. He was stroking the earth with a hoe, his biceps flexing, a lock of his dark hair arcing over his forehead. Thunderballs! I could watch him forever. After taking a moment to hungrily watch the muscles in his back ripple in the warm sun, she finally called out his name from the road where she stood and waved.
“Well, if it isn’t my old childhood playmate.” He stopped his work and leaned on the hoe, a half—smile slipping across his handsome face.
Without hesitation, Amy sprinted to him across the tender earth and hugged him something fierce. Sean! She sighed in her heart. His hot, solid body pressed against her breasts.
The naked skin of his back warm against her arms and palms, the scent of his manly sweat, she didn’t want to let go. He didn’t let go, either. At least, not at first. His strong arms felt good wrapped tight around her body.
He ended their embrace, leaned back to look her in the face and spoke in his deep voice, “Why, Miss Amy Riding, you’re getting prettier and prettier every time I see you.”
Bear My Fate by Mercy May
“Shit,” I muttered as the old beige Buick rumbled to a stop in the middle of the street, resting at the crest of a hilltop railroad track. It didn’t surprise me, honestly. Not much did these days. I had ran afoul of bad luck for as long as I could remember, and this particular incident was just the icing on the cake.
I climbed out of the car, not panicking, and made my way to the rear of the vehicle. It wouldn’t be the first time I had to push the damn thing up a hill, and I seriously doubted it would be my last. If anything, this trip had been a long series of testing my mettle against the enormous metallic monster my mother had left me in her will. As a curvy southern girl from Georgia, this was just another part of my rearing. Toughing it, mudding it, and getting right to work.
I reached the rear of the car, leaned against it, and braced my legs firmly to the ground. My tennis shoes dug into the hot asphalt, while my white tank—top garnered yet another stain against the vehicle’s dirty exterior. I grunted as I pushed, shoving the car forward with every bit of strength I could muster. The car rolled a few inches before the back wheel caught the track and brought my efforts to a halt. I groaned a bit, standing up and repositioning myself for another attempt. The car lurched forward a bit, hitting the rail, before rolling back against me. I tried a few more times, grunting and panting, until fatigue finally set in.
Between the strain of trying to shove the ancient monstrosity of a car and the constant assault from the mid—western summer sun, my tank top was soaked with sweat and matted against my skin. I put my hands on my knees, feeling the skin just beneath my thigh—high jean shorts, and let out a final gasp of exhaustion before sinking down to my haunches.
“Figures,” I mumbled under my breath. “Figures I’d break down in the middle of no—fucking—where, on top of an impossibly placed hill. What else can go wrong?”
As if on cue, I heard the low hum of something approaching in the distance, and with it the loud singular whistle of an oncoming locomotive. This time I panicked.
Check out the box set today,
Anita
Twenty-one great erotica and erotic romance authors will take you back to the wild, where raw passion rules, and primitive need dominates all. From lions, to tigers, to bears, these shifters will bring out the animal in you.
It’s time to howl at the moon and let loose the beast!
This EXCITE SPICE bundle is on sale for a LIMITED TIME.
K!NDLE UNL!MITED MEMBERS – DOWNLOAD THIS BOOK F*R*E*E!
Check out the start of several of the stories.
Amy “Red” Riding’s Hood by Liz Adams
Amy Riding peered out her second—story bedroom window into the night waiting for Sean. The only one who could save her from a lifetime of loneliness. But was he willing to live his life with her? Or did he want only a short—term love affair? The possibility of Amy being locked in a life of loneliness still hung its coat at the door of her heart.
She laughed at the memory of the day the blacksmith’s son “Vacant” Vincent came to her doorstep.
“Uh.... I want…” was all Vincent could say before grabbing her hand and taking her to the dark corner of his father’s forge. At the time, Amy didn’t care about Vincent’s lack of charm. She had been tired of being a virgin and wanted to know what a cock felt like inside her. Besides, he was handsome enough.
The clumsy way he kissed her lips and guided her hand down his pants was irksome, but bold. An oven of coals burned nearby, and its heat made her drip with sweat as his blind hands rummaged around her chemise. When she felt his hot spear harden in her hand, a fire stirred inside her making her drip in other places. But before he could enter her, his excitement played a cruel trick and left her hand sticky without giving her a chance to experience satisfaction of her own.
A handsome young man, to be sure, but there was much to be said for charm and wit, after all. And much to be said for a man who had the qualities of a good lover. Ever since that embarrassing day, five seasons ago, she became determined to seek out the best lover she could. When rumors surfaced of lycans being great lovers, Amy knew exactly who to charm.
Four weeks ago she sought out to charm Sean at his farm, and found him working shirtless. He was stroking the earth with a hoe, his biceps flexing, a lock of his dark hair arcing over his forehead. Thunderballs! I could watch him forever. After taking a moment to hungrily watch the muscles in his back ripple in the warm sun, she finally called out his name from the road where she stood and waved.
“Well, if it isn’t my old childhood playmate.” He stopped his work and leaned on the hoe, a half—smile slipping across his handsome face.
Without hesitation, Amy sprinted to him across the tender earth and hugged him something fierce. Sean! She sighed in her heart. His hot, solid body pressed against her breasts.
The naked skin of his back warm against her arms and palms, the scent of his manly sweat, she didn’t want to let go. He didn’t let go, either. At least, not at first. His strong arms felt good wrapped tight around her body.
He ended their embrace, leaned back to look her in the face and spoke in his deep voice, “Why, Miss Amy Riding, you’re getting prettier and prettier every time I see you.”
Bear My Fate by Mercy May
“Shit,” I muttered as the old beige Buick rumbled to a stop in the middle of the street, resting at the crest of a hilltop railroad track. It didn’t surprise me, honestly. Not much did these days. I had ran afoul of bad luck for as long as I could remember, and this particular incident was just the icing on the cake.
I climbed out of the car, not panicking, and made my way to the rear of the vehicle. It wouldn’t be the first time I had to push the damn thing up a hill, and I seriously doubted it would be my last. If anything, this trip had been a long series of testing my mettle against the enormous metallic monster my mother had left me in her will. As a curvy southern girl from Georgia, this was just another part of my rearing. Toughing it, mudding it, and getting right to work.
I reached the rear of the car, leaned against it, and braced my legs firmly to the ground. My tennis shoes dug into the hot asphalt, while my white tank—top garnered yet another stain against the vehicle’s dirty exterior. I grunted as I pushed, shoving the car forward with every bit of strength I could muster. The car rolled a few inches before the back wheel caught the track and brought my efforts to a halt. I groaned a bit, standing up and repositioning myself for another attempt. The car lurched forward a bit, hitting the rail, before rolling back against me. I tried a few more times, grunting and panting, until fatigue finally set in.
Between the strain of trying to shove the ancient monstrosity of a car and the constant assault from the mid—western summer sun, my tank top was soaked with sweat and matted against my skin. I put my hands on my knees, feeling the skin just beneath my thigh—high jean shorts, and let out a final gasp of exhaustion before sinking down to my haunches.
“Figures,” I mumbled under my breath. “Figures I’d break down in the middle of no—fucking—where, on top of an impossibly placed hill. What else can go wrong?”
As if on cue, I heard the low hum of something approaching in the distance, and with it the loud singular whistle of an oncoming locomotive. This time I panicked.
Check out the box set today,
Anita
