Well, the night has passed and I am hangover free (YAY!!!) How has everyone’s day been?
I tell you what – just to get you all talking a little, how bout a contest? The winner will receive an ebook of their choice from my backlist. Just leave a comment or two and you’re in the draw. At the end of the day I will draw one name from the dog’s bowl and they win!!
So, time for another excerpt?
Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, graphic violence, violent sex, high-speed car-chases, wild werewolf action and Australian sarcasm.
An animal rights activist is about to get a crash course in werewolves. One she may not survive.
Lone Irish werewolf Declan Oâ€™Connell has lost everythingâ€”his family, his clan, even his freedomâ€”to his arch-rival, Nathan Epoc. The head of an underground werewolf clan and a brilliant scientist, Epoc plans to use Declan to create a super-wolf, a creature capable of shifting the balance of power in the lycanthrope world. But Epocâ€™s plans are about to be thwarted.
Regan Thomas, a determined animal rights activist, rescues what she thinks is an ordinary wolf from his notorious animal testing facility in Sydney, Australia. She gets more than she bargained for when the wolf turns into an extremely hunky, extremely naked man who immediately drags her into a world where the clash between two opposing werewolf clans could spell the end of humankind.
Declan has survived without a clan for more years than he cares to remember, but sexy Regan stirs up all his fierce, alpha-wolf instincts. Now Declan has one last chance at revenge. But can he keep Regan alive, and resist the overwhelming attraction between them, long enough to stop Epoc?
Summer in Australia has never been this hotâ€¦ or this dangerous.
Declan stared down at the woman beneath him, fighting like hell to keep her in his hold. Christ, she was a wild cat. Even with her legs trapped under the considerable weight of his own, sheâ€™d almost thrown him off more than once. What the hell did she do for a living? Wrestle rhinos?
No, Dec. She takes on security guards.
â€œGet off me!â€ she screamed again, body like a live current of electricity. He pressed into her, trying to hold her still, trying not to think about the lithe muscles of her limbs and tummy, the sweat-slicked smoothness of her bare skin, the velvet heat between her thighs mashing against his ever-growing shaft with each whiplash buck she gave.
Shouldâ€™ve thought about the fact you were both naked before you jumped on her.
â€œListen, love,â€ he growled, trying to shove the delicious sensations stirring in his groin from his mind. â€œJust calm down andâ€”â€
Seismic rage erupted in her ice-green eyes. â€œGET! OFF! ME!â€
Her body tensed with each bellowed word, thrusting her soft, damp heat harder against his now-throbbing cock.
Declanâ€™s head swam, the change still too fresh in his system, the primitive, elemental instincts of the werewolf still too powerful. The musky scent of her sweat and sex threaded into his every breath. Intoxicating. Potent. She was a fighter, a warriorâ€¦ Sheâ€™d risked her life to save those incapable of saving themselves. The wolf in his blood growled in ancient appreciation, in hungerâ€¦
Unable not to, he leant down to kiss her.
One second he stared down at her, struggling to hold her still, the next he captured her lips with his and tasted her with his tongue.
For a moment, she lay beneath him, her exquisitely bare body locked frozen with shock. And why not? A man sheâ€™d never met before was kissing her, a man whoâ€”only seconds earlierâ€”had been a bloody, great big wolf stretched out on her sofa. He almost pulled away, rational thought smashing down on him. But then, a slight tremble rippled through her, her arms snaked up around his neck and she was kissing him back. Deeply.
Her tongue battled his, curled and delved and flicked. Her teeth nipped at his bottom lip and a jolt of liquid heat shot straight to his groin, bringing a low and utterly raw groan to his throat. He dragged his hands from her wrists, down the smooth columns of her arms, his thumbs brushing the heavy swell of her breasts pressed flat against his body. The contact, light and fleeting, sent another surge of wet heat into his balls and his already-hard cock pulsed with new, eager blood.
What are you doing?
He didnâ€™t know. The change had never left him so vulnerable to his werewolfâ€™s desires, so manipulated by those animalistic cravings before. All he knew, all he cared about at that very moment, was how wonderfully warm and sensual the woman beneath him felt. How completely she returned his kiss.
He plunged his tongue into her mouth again, shifting his weight to smooth a hand up the delicious curve of her breast. The soft feel of it under his palm, the puckered peak of her nipple under his fingertips made him groan again, made his breath catch in his tight throat. Praise Mary, she felt so damn wonderâ€”
Something hard and small smacked into his temple.
Explosive, white-hot pain erupted in Declanâ€™s head. Eyes blurring, he rolled to the side. Christ, sheâ€™d hit him!
â€œGet off me!â€
She lashed out, completely dislodging his weight before he recovered. Sheâ€™d hit him! Christ, sheâ€™d almost knocked him out.
â€œGet the f*ck off me!â€
Another savage blow thumped against his head, this one narrowly missing his nose. He reeled back, pain and blood roaring in his ears. Sheâ€™d hit him! While he was drowning in her taste and feel, sheâ€™d hit him!
Almost stumbling across the floor, Declan reached for his throbbing head, eyes still incapable of focusing. The blurred shape of the woman leapt to her feet, and he got the sense she was on the verge of kicking into him. A squirming wave of admiration rolled through him and his cock, still too full of hungry blood, twitched. â€œShit, love, do you know how to throw a punch!â€
The blurred shape loomed over him. â€œWhat the bloody hell are you and what have you done with my lizard?â€
Declan blinked, both in confusion and in an attempt to clear his vision. â€œYour what?â€
â€œWhere the hellâ€™s my lizard?â€ Long, bare legs came into focusâ€”brieflyâ€”drawing his attention up to their apex and a distant, devious part of Declanâ€™s mindâ€”the part not in painâ€”noticed she not only knew how to punch, she also knew how to handle a razor.
Get your head out of the gutter. â€œLady, I donâ€™t know anything about aâ€”â€
â€œWhereâ€™s my lizard, you goddamn freak?â€
Her roar split the room and sharp pain pounded through Declanâ€™s head. Hell, he liked it better when she thought he was a wolf. â€œI havenâ€™t seen your bloody lizard,â€ he growled, staggering to his feet. He squinted at her, relief flooding through him when she appeared sharp. In focus. â€œPraise Mary, I thought youâ€™d buggered up my sight for good!â€
She stared at him, gloriously naked, her lithe, toned and very perfect body shaking with what he assumed was rage. Her hands were clenched into rock-hard fists beside her thighs, her legs spread, knees bent slightly. Her hair tumbled across her straight, tensed shoulders in a shaggy curtain of rich-chocolate waves, falling to her nipples, drawing his gaze to her heaving breasts. She looked ready to attack. To rip him limb from limb. Such a different creature to the one only moments earlier smoothing her soft, gentle hands over said limbs in an attempt to find any injuries. What a contradiction.
â€œWhere. Is. My. Lizard?â€
Hands raised, he took a step forward. â€œListen, love. I donâ€™t know anything about a lizard, I havenâ€™t seen a lizard, I havenâ€™t even smelt a lizard.â€ He stared at her, saw confusion shimmer in her ice-green eyes, saw her muscles tense with each word he said. He returned his eyes to her face, needing to keep his attention away from her body. It was too flawless. Too distracting. â€œNow, you need to listen to me because while you did a very brave and noble thing breaking into Epocâ€™s lab, you also did a very stupid thing.â€
Her jaw clenched, and those striking eyes narrowed. â€œIâ€™m beginning to realize that.â€
Declan didnâ€™t miss the caustic insinuation. He was a journalist, after all. Well, had been a journalist back in Dublin. Who knows what heâ€™d call himself now? Lone wolf? He cringed at the clichÃ©. And the black look of murder on the womanâ€™s face. â€œIâ€™m going to say this as plainly as possible,â€ he went on, risking another step closer, â€œand I donâ€™t want you to start screaming about your bloody lizard again. We have to get out of here. You have to come with me. Right now.â€
She straightened, and he swore he heard her spine snap straight. The fact she was stark naked seemed to have completely slipped her mind. She glared at him, bunched fists on hips too smooth and curved for Declanâ€™s peace of mind. â€œOne kiss and you think Iâ€™m ready to elope?â€ She cocked a dark, arched eyebrow. â€œYou had more chance when you were a wolf.â€
Declan raised one of his own eyebrows. â€œYeah, I noticed.â€
Cool eyes bored into him. â€œWhat are you?â€
â€œItâ€™s usual practice to ask â€˜whoâ€™ are you, the answer to which, is the man you just kissed.â€
The woman crossed her arms, stare flat and decidedly icy. â€œPut it down to temporary insanity. Iâ€™m not in the habit of kissing strange men.â€
Declanâ€™s lips twitched. â€œAnd yetâ€¦â€
A dusky pink blush painted the womanâ€™s cheeks, a vision so innocent and beguiling a swelling wave of heat rolled through him and pooled low in his gut.
â€œI donâ€™t know who or what you are. But itâ€™s time for you to go.â€
The desire to step forward, curl his fingers around her arms and pull her to his body crashed over him. Christ, it had been so long since a female affected him like this. The search for Maggieâ€™s killer had consumed him. Nothing but finding his sisterâ€™s murderer had existedâ€”or mattered. Yet here he was, inâ€”based on the accents heâ€™d heard since being capturedâ€”Australia, the other side of the world, and he was horny.
- About the Author
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Lexxie Couper started writing when she was six and hasn’t stopped since. She’s not a deviant, but she does have a deviant’s imagination and a desire to entertain readers with her words. Add the two together and you get erotic romances that can make you laugh, cry, shake with fear or tremble with desire. Sometimes all at once.
When she’s not submerged in the worlds she creates, Lexxie’s life revolves around her family, a husband who thinks she’s insane, a indoor cat who likes to stalk shadows, and her daughters, who both utterly captured her heart and changed her life forever.
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