United (The Ushers #2)
by Vanessa North
Erotic Paranormal
Romance
Published by Musa
Publishing
Release Date: December
21, 2012
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count: 44,000
Blurb
She's willing to fight like hell for her man, but in
return, she wants all of him.
Irresponsible is the only way to describe the last twenty
years of Fionn Murphy's life. Now the fate of Were society depends upon him
getting his act together. After all those years of bad behavior, he doesn't
believe himself worthy of happiness.
Monica is the one woman who can give Fionn the happiness he
doesn't believe he deserves. She's been preparing for their mutual destiny for
decades, never expecting her mate to be so...careless. She's willing to fight
like hell for her man, but in return, she wants all of him.
When Fionn's enemies exploit his past to discover his
weaknesses, the two must stand together to unite the packs as one and save
Fionn's family.
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of
18 only as it contains adult situations of a sexually explicit nature.
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Excerpt
He laid his head in her lap, and she
savored the feel of it, the weight of him against her as he relaxed onto her
legs. Her hand stole into his dyed-blond hair, ruffling though it, the texture
like silk under her fingers. She felt his wolf within him, reaching for her
touch and knew that he denied himself as much as her. She stroked from his hair
down into his beard and she watched as his lips parted and he drew a ragged
breath.
Annie stood quietly, then tiptoed from the
room, closing the door behind her.
“Fionn,” Monica whispered. “Why are you
doing this to us?”
“I don’t know, dammit.” His eyes clenched
shut as he sat back on his heels, burying both hands in his hair. Finally, he
looked up and his eyes met hers, agony hovering just under the surface. “I’m
falling apart, just being close to you.”
“Kiss me,” she demanded. He looked at her,
startled.
“C’mon, Finny, kiss me,” she repeated.
“Mo…”
“No, Fionn Murphy.” She stood up, tugging
him to his feet with her. “You need to know something. I’m your mate. I know
what that is, how it feels. You’ve never been mated before. You’ve played
around, but you don’t know what it feels like to kiss your mate. Don’t you want
to know? Aren’t you even the littlest bit curious?” She stood up on the tips of
her toes, pressing her face to the skin of his throat and inhaling his scent.
Oh Goddess, up close he smelled even more
intense and amazing .
“Mo,” he pleaded. She met his eyes and saw
in them a hunger that sent echoes of need into her. Feeling the heady power of
seduction, she leaned forward and licked from the hollow between his
collarbones up to his ear, and she bit, scissoring the lobe between her teeth.
She felt the rumble of a growl run through him, and he pushed her away. Her
eyes closed, tears forming with a sting behind her nose.
Then his hands were bracketing her face
and his lips crushed down hard on hers. This was no gentle kiss. Nothing like
Angelo’s caring caresses, intended for comfort. This kiss wasn’t about caring.
It was full of anger, lust, regret. But as his tongue swept through her mouth
and his elemental male taste tingled all the way to her toes, she felt her
teeth lengthen and she smiled against his lips. Her mate.
His assault on her mouth lost some of its
fervor, replacing the urgency with languor as he swept his tongue through her
mouth again and again as if he wanted to memorize her taste. Her hands fisted
in the cotton of his tank top, pinching the nipple ring underneath. His hands
sank into her hair, tugging. She felt with her tongue and realized his teeth
had shifted too. The knowledge sent a victorious thrill through her.
He knew. He knew, dammit.
He pulled away, leaving her bereft. She
watched as he dragged the back of his hand across his mouth in horror. “I’m
sorry Mo. I should never—ever—have kissed you in anger.”
“If that’s the only way I can ever have
you, I would take it,” she confessed. It broke her to admit it, but she knew
the pull of mate to mate.
His eyes closed and a spasm of pain
crossed his face.
“You deserve so much better,” he
whispered. He ran a gentle hand down the side of her face and grimaced. “I have
to go. We can talk, after I get back?”
She nodded. Of course they could talk. All
they ever did was talk.
About the Author
Vanessa
North was born in New England but moved to the South as a teenager, where she
learned to appreciate biscuits and gravy, bluegrass, and that most welcome of
greetings: “Hey y’all!” She has a degree in Mass Communication but has long
since abandoned journalism in favor of writing romance. Instead of telling the
news, V would rather tell stories.
Vanessa has a
voracious appetite for books and loves all kinds. She writes obsessively: every
day brings new ideas and stories to tell. When she’s not buried in a book—hers
or someone else’s—you can find her taking thousands of photographs of the
people she loves.
She lives in
Northwest Georgia with her handsome husband, not-quite-civilized twin
boy-children, and a very, very large dog.
Connect with Vanessa North
Website: http://www.vanessanorth.com
Facebook: http://facebook.com/authorvanessanorth
Twitter: https://twitter.com/VanessaNWrites
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