Tempted by the Pack (Blue
Moon Brides #1)
by Anne Marsh
Erotic Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Self/Indie
Release Date: October 26, 2012
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count: 36,000
Available at:
Description:
Once in a blue moon…
For Rafer Breaux, life in the Louisiana
Bayou is harsh, violent—and deeply sensual. The Cajun werewolf lives for his
Pack and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep his brothers safe. The longer a
wolf lives without a mate, the harder it becomes for that wolf to shift back.
To remember that he is a man—and not a monster. And those mates can only be
found during a blue moon. When a blue moon finally rises, Rafer will need every
weapon in his sensual arsenal to tempt one special woman into his arms and the
heart of the Pack.
The Pack hunts for mates
Fighting to keep her family farm, Lark
Andrews isn’t looking for love. Even if the very sexy Breaux brothers make her
dream of hot bayou nights spent in their arms. When the blue moon leads Rafer
to her door, however, Rafer has her rethinking her position on all work and no
play. Now, the bayou nights are heating up as Rafer fights to convince her, one
sensual touch at a time, to give love and passion a chance. But Rafer isn’t a
one wolf deal. Is there room in Lark’s heart—and bed—for Rafer and his Pack?
Warning: This title is intended for
readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations
(including multiple partners) and adult language, and may be considered
offensive to some readers.
Pleasured by the Pack
(Blue Moon Brides #2)
by Anne Marsh
Erotic Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Self/Indie
Release Date: May 23, 2013
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count: 48,000
Available at:
Description:
Dre and Landry Breaux do everything
together. Fishing, fighting—and loving. A whole lot of loving. When the blue
moon leads these Cajun werewolves to their fated mate, however, they’re ready
to reform. Now, they’ll fight to keep the woman of their dreams safe from the
evils lurking in the Louisiana bayou—and to tempt her into taking a chance on
two of the bayou’s sexiest bad boys.
Mary Jane Johnson is no heartbreaker.
Running from a troubled past, the bayou captain wants only to be left alone.
When she takes a pair of bayou bad boys on board, however, Dre and Landry have
her rethinking her need for space. These two big males have promised to take
orders—all of her orders. Suddenly, she’s dreaming of getting as close as
possible… to both of the Breaux brothers.
Warning: This title is intended for
readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations
(including multiple partners) and adult language, and may be considered
offensive to some readers.
Excerpt:
Her scent was delicious. That captivating fragrance
had hidden beneath the tumultuous smells of the farmers’ market, so the wolf’s
first breath carried only flowers and vegetables, the tangy bite of overripe produce
and dirt. And then her.
His attraction was immediate and powerful. She smelled
more than good; she smelled right. He
moved closer, following the trail she had unknowingly left him. She crouched
over a bucket of frilly pink flowers, the tough stems falling away beneath her
blade, wet and earthy. One quick slash, a deft twist of her wrist, and she
handed the newly shorn flowers to a customer. Her hands riveted him even as her
scent intoxicated him.
He’d visited this farmers’ market many times before he’d
grown weary of fighting his wolf and had concealed himself deep inside the
bayou, where he could be both man and beast, safe from the enemies who hunted
him. He’d never noticed this female on those visits. She was new. Wonderfully
different, even though the market was the same sleepy slice of stands perched
on the edge of the Louisiana bayou he remembered from his previous visits. The
summer heat slowed her down, putting a sleepy glint in her eyes as she fanned
herself, fighting the sensual prickle. Her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat
despite the airy sundress she wore.
He liked that sundress. The skirt was all colorful
patches, the hem stopping mid-thigh and putting her long, long legs on display
for him. She’d kicked off her shoes and twisted her honey-blonde hair up on top
of her head. Tendrils escaped, however, curling insistently in the heat. The
flower tucked in her hair was a surprise, a bold, deep pink hibiscus that drew
his eyes away from the thin straps crisscrossing her bare back and shoulders.
The dress cupped her breasts, molding her the way he wanted to shape her with
his hands.
She wasn’t wearing a bra, and she looked good enough
to eat.
His mouth watered from her delicious scent. He wanted
to drag his tongue over all her curves and folds until he discovered if her
taste matched that scent.
An answering heat tore through his body, an unexpected
arousal that lengthened his cock. Right now, he watched from the shadows, his
wolf unseen, but staying there much longer was impossible. He was hunted, and
the market had no room for the wild and the uncivilized—or for the dark animal
side he kept trapped inside. When he inhaled, he knew who had recently had sex
and which women were coming into their fertile times. Sex was a pulsing rhythm beneath
the surface of their everyday transactions that none of them were aware of. But
he was.
He didn’t know her name—his wolf had no use for
names—but her scent covered the market. While he’d been hidden deep in the
bayou, she’d come here, often enough to mark this place as her own. She smelled
of sunlight, of honey and sage. Good things, although her scent whispered of
arousal too, and the strength of her needing made him wonder if she could
possibly be the one. There were dark shadows under her eyes. A blue-moon brides
always dreamt, sexy, erotic dreams
that would wake her early and leave her sleepless and aching for a lover’s
touch. She was aroused now, but he didn’t know if she enjoyed that sensual
state. Maybe she ignored that side of her nature like so many of the fully
human did, denying her body had desires.
He wasn’t human. And he needed.
If she was his blue-moon bride, she could ease his
loneliness. He’d never again have to worry that one night he’d fail to shift
back from wolf to man. Tomorrow night, when the blue moon rose over the bayou,
he’d know for certain if this woman was the one. For now, though, he stalked
her from the shadows, watching her engage with the market’s customers,
laughing. Alive. Wonderfully human.
She represented famille
and a future as something more than an animal. If she wasn’t the one, if he
failed to find his bride, he could den with a local wolf and produce pups.
Whether or not that litter would be human, he didn’t know. It wouldn’t matter.
That kind of pairing couldn’t save him from the animal madness slowly consuming
him—and his Pack.
Tomorrow night, when the blue moon rose, the wolf
would hunt whomever the blue moon found—and that chosen mate would run.
Let her be the one.
About
the Author:
Heated romance. Hot heroes. Happily ever
after. Writing as Anne Marsh, I am known for deliciously sensual romance. My
nationally best-selling shapeshifter romance, THE HUNT (Dorchester, October
2009) was a double finalist in Borders/RomCon’s 2010 Readers Crown contest.
Dorchester released BOND WITH ME, a fallen angel romance set in Moscow in the
near-future, digitally in September 2010 and in trade paperback in July 2011.
BOND WITH ME was also a finalist in the 2011 Readers Crown contest. Kensington
Brava released the follow-up book, HIS DARK BOND, in April 2012 and the book
made bestseller lists at Barnes and Noble.
Fall 2012 saw the launch of my sexy
contemporary romance series from Kensington Brava about smoke jumpers fighting
fire and finding love in Northern California (BURNING UP, October 2012 and SLOW
BURN, April 2013). BURNING UP was the featured book in a December 5th, 2011
Times magazine article on military heroes and romance novels. A spin-off series
about hotshots starts in July 2013 and I’m also writing an erotic paranormal
series about Cajun werewolves searching for their fated mates in the Louisiana
Bayou (TEMPTED BY THE PACK, PLEASURED BY THE PACK).
I live in Northern California with my
husband, two kids and four cats. After ten years of graduate school and too
many degrees, I escaped to become a technical writer. When not planted firmly
in front of the laptop translating Engineer into English, I enjoy gardening,
running (even if it’s just to the 7-11 for slurpees), and reading books curled
up with my kids. The best part of writing romance, however, is finally being
able to answer the question: “So… what do you do with a PhD in Slavic Languages
and Literatures?” You can visit me online at www.anne-marsh.com.
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