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Sparks fly when Phoenix Shifter Col. Harrison D’Angelo and his billionaire clan sweep BBW Tasha and her daughter Rebecca into the protection of their family compound for the Fourth of July. To protect curvy Tasha and keep his young daughter with him, widower Harrison suggests a marriage of convenience.
Divorcée Tasha doesn’t want to remarry. But their little girls are best friends. Becky shares her mom’s peril. Unlike her ex, wealthy Alpha Male Harrison is obviously not after her money. Plus they can’t act on the sizzle between them unless they marry. Not with the kids watching their every move.
Alpha Male Harrison has no idea that Fate has handed him not just a bedmate but a second true mate. He has no intention of offering Tasha the Gift of the Phoenix. But when necessity forces him to share immortality with his new wife, their destiny is altered forever. Harrison now has to figure out how to keep his wife and daughters alive while earning the love he claimed not to want.
Spice alert: Phoenix Aflame contains scenes of rapturous passion between a muscular Air Force phoenix shifter and his voluptuous and ravenous fated mate.
Phoenix Aflame is Book 2 in the Alpha Phoenix series. It is a standalone novel with no cliff hangers and an HEA.
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“You can’t sleep here,” Tasha hissed. Even though she had been wanting Harrison to join her just a second ago, now that he was here she wanted to clobber him. Preferably with something hard and heavy.
“Sure I can.” He lifted the covers and rolled into bed and put his arms around her.
She turned to face him. “Aren’t you taking quite a lot for granted?”
He kissed her. “You want to fight or make love?” His amusement ramped up her anger.
“I want to know what the hell you think you’re doing just getting into my bed!” She wrenched yourself out of his arms and sat up, prepared to get things settled tonight.
“Hmmm.” Harrison did a sit up. He tucked his pillows behind his back and leaned against the headboard. He was chuckling. “First time you’ve had an adrenaline jag?” he asked conversationally.
“What are you talking about? I just expect to be asked and not taken for granted.” She folded her arms across her chest and glared at him as hard as she could in the almost complete darkness.
He patted her leg. “Am I supposed to be asking you if you want to make love? Or if you want to marry me?”
“Don’t you laugh at me.” She punched him in the upper arm.
“Ouch,” he whispered. He picked up her fist and opened it and brought it to his lips. “I want to marry you, Tasha. And I want to make love to you. Will you be my wife?” He kissed her hand again.
“You’re only saying that because I made you.”
“And you’re only picking a fight because you’re jittery.”
“We’re not all of us used to people trying to kill us.” Her angry squawk was loud. The words seemed to echo.
“I don’t know that we ever get used to it,” he said thoughtfully. He didn’t let go of her hand. Not that she believed for one moment that her punch had hurt him in the least. Her knuckles ached where they had slammed into his hard flesh.
“But I certainly have more practice than you at keeping my heart rate slow and my brain functioning even in an emergency. But I’ll tell you a secret, sweetheart – I’m pretty much at the end of my rope tonight. So either I’ve got to go run or fly, or we have to go at it like bunnies. What’s it going to be?”
“That’s some romantic offer, D’Angelo.”
“Nothing to say an Air Force officer can’t be romantic.” He put his arms around her stiff shoulders and appeared to discover her nightgown for the first time. “Flannel? In July?” He sounded amused again.
“I was cold.”
“Of course you were.” His lips were against her temple and then they were enveloping her earlobe with hot, urgent suckling. One big hand was looking for the hem of her nightgown. When he found it he shaped the flesh of her thighs on the outside and then on the inside. The backs of his hand brushed against her bush. He got a good grip of the flannel and tugged it over her head. And then she was as naked as he was.
“Don’t worry,” he said, “I’ll keep you warm.”
Suddenly she was beyond thinking or being angry. She was as busy exploring his hard angles and tracing the ridged muscles of his belly as he was fondling her. He was pretty much hairless except for a narrow line that ran from between his pecs down over his rippling six pack to his pubic triangle.
“You might want to put something on this,” she said. “Seeing as you don't want any more babies.”
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Ever since he came into his talent in adolescence, billionaire Patrick Bascom has been denying his inner bear. But waxing your chest can’t change your soul. An unexpected encounter with curvy bearshifter Heather Dupré rouses his bear instincts at last.
Yet when Patrick learns that Heather is pregnant he thinks paying her off will be the easiest option. But her backwoods family has other ideas.
Even after a shotgun wedding, BBW Heather is unwilling to tie herself to a city slicker who doesn’t act like a bear. Patrick Bascom, reserve officer and corporate lawyer, is about to learn that money can’t buy bear bonds. By the time this alpha male realizes that Heather is his fated mate, it may be too late for them and their cubs.
Spice Alert: Be prepared for fiery descriptions of passionate bear shifters enjoying lusty romps.
Bear Sin is Book 7 in the Bear Fursuits series and a standalone novel with an HEA and no cliff hangers.