Lose yourself in these ten sinfully delicious love stories. After all, who could deny an Alpha’s claim?
The shifters in our Alpha’s Claim anthology have one thing in common—they won’t take “no” for an answer. Whether they lead packs of their own, or whether they walk a solitary path, these alphas won’t let anyone stop them from claiming their women.
Take a peak each day to find out more about a story in one of the anthologies – yes there’s a Manlove edition as well!
Love’s Rescue, By Morgan King
Blurb: One night while attending a party hosted by Jon Liselle, newly appointed second in command of the Human Alliance Party, Jakob hears a song that no one else can. With stealth and cunning Jakob makes his way into the hidden depths of Jon’s home, only to discover a creature being kept captive. She is a mermaid and he is her song mate. Together they must both utilise their shifter powers to escape, but will Nerissa stay with him or will she want to go home once she is free? Jakob wants to claim Nerissa forever but fears rescuing her from one cage only to trap her with his love. Nerissa must choose between complete freedom and going home, or love and the destiny of having a mate.
It all began with a piece of flash fiction, the word was opulent, the word limit two hundred and this flew straight into my head:
The tank was disgustingly opulent. It consumed one wall, floor to ceiling and was decorated with swirling images of shells, coral and sea life all gilded in pearl. The vast array of shimmering colors distracted his eyes momentarily, but nothing could disguise the purpose of the chamber, it was a cage and its captive swam towards the reinforced glass wall, her eyes open wide reciprocating his stare. Her tail swished angrily back and forth, the color of those moving scales so obviously matching the delicate pigment staining the glass barrier.
One word originating from somewhere outside of himself burst through his head “Help!”
He was looking at a mermaid and he could hear her voice as if she had spoken to him.
It resonated right to the depths of his heart.
If you need more of a teaser:
Jakob lifted his torso up and looked down at Nerissa. She was right. “That’s unbelievably sexy,” he said looking at iridescent colors shimmering across her skin, the mounds of her breasts gleaming, her nipples rising up like two hard little pearls polished to perfection. Unable to resist he took one in his mouth and sucked.
“You even taste of a sea breeze, salty and fresh.” Jakob dragged his tongue across her flesh, from breast to navel. “I want to taste all of you.”
Nerissa thrust her hips against him, and Jakob slowly made his way down her body licking her smooth flesh with his rough tongue. He took one of her legs and lifted it over his shoulder. For just a moment he rested his head against her lower belly, as if humbling himself before a shrine.
He wanted to breathe her in so her scent would never leave him. He wanted to drink her taste, so it would forever linger on his palate.
“Please … don’t stop.”
There was no danger of that.
Hopefully you will love Love’s Rescue and be pleased to know it’s going to be the first in a series: Paranormal Rights.
Set in Suffolk Paranormal Rights presents an urban fantasy/alternate reality version of the East of England (think sea, forest, factories, unique fantasy architecture, and historic buildings).
Here there is a fight brewing between the tyrannical, racist and undemocratic human society and the paranormal underclass. The political arena is the ring and the showdown will be the forthcoming election.
Another teaser I couldn’t resist to set the scene:
The palace stretched out to sea, an impressive structure of glass and steel transforming what used to be Southwold pleasure pier. What had oncebeenforthepleasureofthepeoplewas now amonumenttoLiselle’s wealth and atestamentto his class. It seemed every generation could have their own nouveau riche, those with more money than sense to respect the privileged opportunity it presented.
At the front was a casino-like entrance complete with multiple swinging doors leading through to a dark interior momentarily illuminated in different places by flashing lights. Jakob wouldn’t be surprised to see mirrored balls hanging from the ceiling.
The party would all be happening to the front of the building, rather than on the pier itself. For behind the front part of the palace, which was built on solid ground, was Liselle’s private residence supported by a multitude of iron pillars. A wooden walkway marked by iron railings wrapped right the way around. In daylight, with people walking up and down, it might appear much like any other pier, but at night, completely deserted, while the front of the building was all lit up, it appeared ominous.
Most interesting, though, was that down below, in the center of the iron pillars, nestled among the supporting structure, half visible above the sea and then disappearing underneath its surface were what looked like tinted glass walls that it was impossible to see through and not just because of the darkness of the night or the interior. John Liselle’s home contained rooms stretching down into the sea. Places where he could look out without anyone being able to see in.