Ashlynn Monroe

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My Writing Process

Posted by ashlynnmonroe on February 17, 2014 at 2:55 AM Comments comments (0)

David Martin invited me to answer these four questions about my writing process.

1) What am I working on?

I just finished a hot erotic sci-fi romance about a woman kidnapped by aliens and claimed by three futuristic miners in the wilderness of a long forgotten Earth colony. I’ve just started on a beastly tale of a man battling his nature to claim his mate.

 

2) How does my work differ from others of its genre?

I try to write very character driven stories about characters loving more than one person. I love the challenge of finding a way to make all the characters happy.

 

3) Why do I write what I do?

I’ve always been a romance fan. I started reading them at far too early of an age. I love sci-fi and paranormal romance. These books are a natural extension of my interests. I read sci-fi and paranormal romance avidly. I write it because my muse demands it.

 

4) How does your writing process work?

I come up with an idea or scene and build off that. I usual work on several books at one time. If I don’t write, I don’t feel healthy. There’s a buildup of imagination inside of me without having my books as an outlet I become physically ill and unsettled.

 

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Jessica Coulter Smith http://jessicacoultersmith.wordpress.com/

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Beth D. Carter http://bethdcarter.blogspot.com/ 

to tell us about their writing process…

 

Welcome Sascha, Carolyn, and Beverly!

Posted by ashlynnmonroe on November 15, 2013 at 1:45 AM Comments comments (0)

Sascha's:

Why does your hero or heroine feel the need for the type of relationship they're in?

This is the way the mates in this world are set up, and usually it amounts to helping increase the emotional tension. Twice the love, twice the potential for letdown, twice the potential for strife, twice the potential for the hero to pull his shit together.

What does having two heroes or heroines do for them?

Creates balance. Humans are complex creatures and having someone who is logical and primarily emotional, while someone else is primarily emotional but logical also, helps that heart/head war we read about so much in romance.

Tell us a deep dark secret we'd NEVER expect!

I really don't have any secrets. People have known for years I'm a little off the wall, I cross dress, have a lingerie fetish, um…yeah. Pretty much nothing new here.

Batman or Superman

Batman. Always.

Which character is your favorite and why?

See now this leads into triad territory. When I created Józsi I sort of based him off Joséf from Endangered (you see the resemblance?) and Vin Diesel. But his two lovers differ tremendously from Joszí's in that Joséf's second (Isabella) is darker and probably more pragmatic than Lukina, but that may be the difference in age. Oh and the fact that vampires Livía and Isabella are a few hundred years old, whereas Lukina and Ilona are werewolves and far less old. I don't know. This was supposed to be simple! Who came up with these questions!

Buy link for His Reign:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00FW648G4

Carolyn

Why does your hero or heroine feel the need for the type of relationship they're in?

My heroes in this book have always shared their women. As best friends, they loved using their sexual skills to double a woman’s pleasure. Now, of course, they’re ghosts under a witches curse to fulfill the desires of the cottages owner.

What does having two heroes or heroines do for them?

For the heroes it’s a natural way of expressing their desires, an extension of their lifelong friendship. For my heroine, it’s the realization that it is possible to genuinely love two people in equal measures.

Tell us a deep dark secret we'd NEVER expect!

I’m currently writing a book that’s so hot, so boundary pushing, that I’ll have to find a new pseudonym to publish it under.

Batman or Superman

Batman. He’s tall dark handsome, mega rich, and has a tortured soul. My favorite type of hero.

Which character is your favorite and why?

I like Elly, my heroine. She’s coming up to her first Christmas after the loss of her parents, and it’s making her sad. Yet in the course of this book, she leaps into a relationship with two gorgeous ghosts, tries to discover a way to break a witches curse, and finds time to play matchmaker for her best friend at the same time. I do love a woman who can multitask…

Buy link:

Ghosts of Grace Cottage is released on the 15th November and will be available from Secret Cravings Publishing, and e-book retailers.

Beverly:

Why does your hero or heroine feel the need for the type of relationship they're in?

For the shifters in Dragons’ Mate it is a mating imperative. For Annie the pair make her feel safe and both give her different things she needs. The three together complete each other.

What does having two heroes or heroines do for them?

The pair complements each other, completing a circle of love and protection that my heroine needs.

Tell us a deep dark secret we'd NEVER expect!

One of the few sexcapades I’ve never done is a ménage!

Batman or Superman

Superman because if I have to look at a man’s underwear on the outside I want to know there’s no skid marks! TMI? Sorry! ;)

Which character is your favorite and why?

I can’t choose! Brand is affectionate and always ready to cuddle. Tine is more the protector and aggressor. Annie is lucky to have them both!

Dragons’ Mate buy link:: http://www.amazon.com/Dragons-Mate-ebook/dp/B00BOEOOBC/  

 

 

The Don'ts of Zombie Hunting Book Tour

Posted by ashlynnmonroe on November 3, 2013 at 9:25 AM Comments comments (0)

Zombie’s Don’t Make Good Pets Tour Schedule

November 15 – 30

 

November 15

Rambling Reads

 

November 16

Snarky Mom Reads...

 

November 19

Sapphyria's Steamy Book Reviews

 

November 22

Sarah's Book Blog -

 

November 26

The Avid Reader

Dawn's Reading Nook

 

November 28

Crystal's Many Reviewers

 

November 29

Sylv Jenkins Author

https://wickedreadingsbytawania.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Wicked Readings by Tawania

 

 

Cover Reveal! Buy Ruby January 2014!

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Welcome Milly Taiden

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Scent of a Mate

Blurb

Mission: Scent a Mate

Jordan Alvarez knew that a promise to her best friend involved staking out the local wolf pack's scenting ceremony and recording the graphic details, but she was the writer and the only one with the balls to finish the task. No one would know that four human women had sneaked proof of their rituals, or at least, that was the plan until Aric Wolfe showed up. 



Mission: Stake a Claim

Aric Wolfe knew his baby sister was up to something, and expected her best friend, Jordan, to be in on the chaos. He finally had an opportunity to lay claim to a mate that had been under his nose for years. Jordan's scent called to both the man and the animal, and he was done fighting the call of the beast. It was time to mark his mate.



Mission: Survive an Alpha

When a good intention creates a problem for the Wolfe family, Jordan finds herself being stalked by a woman intent on claiming Aric as her own. Battle lines will be drawn, love will be put to the test, and Aric will have to fight Jordan's strong personality to keep her alive. Two alpha hearts seeking control will either find the balance or risk losing their love forever.

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A burst of wind shook the trees and kissed her skin. Electricity danced in the air, turning it thick with anticipation. Something cracked behind her. She swirled so fast her earpiece fell. Slowly taking in every dark crevice between the tree limbs, she looked for the noisemaker. Nothing. But she knew there was something out there. She could feel eyes watching her. No matter how hard she searched, nothing came out from the darkness. Dammit. She should have brought her mace, or her stun gun, or hell, even her bat. Something. But in her excitement she’d left all of her precautionary ass-kicking-survival-kit in her SUV.

She crouched down, quietly cursing the darkness, looking for her ear piece. A quick move from her left grabbed her attention. One very large, very angry looking brown wolf stood there, baring his teeth at her. She shot up to her feet, her hands immediately going into fists. She knew all the Wolfe’s in their wolf shape. With a white wolf for a mother and a black one for a father, all the men had some combination of black and white on them. She knew Aric’s by heart from secretly watching him all those times in her youth while he tore from his shorts to run with his brothers and friends. This was not one of the wolves she knew.

“Now you stay right over there and nobody gets hurt,” she whispered. Her mind ran a million miles per hour. She tried to figure out how to defend herself if it came down to a fight with the big wolf. Something poked her from behind. She grasped around, until she had her hands wrapped tight on the branch behind her, tugging until she broke a limb off.

A low growl was the animal’s only response. Heartbeats pounded hard in her chest, spreading the fear she was trying to tamp. He took a menacing step toward her. She didn’t know what the animal’s plan was, but her gut said it wasn’t a good one.

“Listen to me carefully, fur ball. You’re not going to turn me into puppy chow. Now go back to the party down there,” she cocked her head to the side, “and forget I’m up here. Got it?”

The wolf’s features turned darker, as if angered by her words. Trust her to piss off an already angry wolf. Nice.

A deeper growl made her jerk her head to the right. Another wolf stood there. His gaze locked on the brown. She knew this wolf. The thick black coat with the white paws and muzzle belonged to only one man. Aric.

The standoff was making her stomach queasy, and her stupid outfit was itching like crazy. Aric’s wolf took three steps and stood in front of her. The brown growled and launched toward them.

Oh hell.

Aric shoved the wolf off. The brown whimpered from a bite, but the stupid thing didn’t stop. It went for her again. Aric snarled, digging his paws into the brown fur and biting down on the brown’s neck. She winced.

With the branch in her grasp, she watched the brown lower its head in submission. Apparently that was enough for Aric. He let go of the wolf and turned to her. The brown took Aric’s distraction to jump in her direction, but she’d been watching the wolf closely. She had a feeling he wouldn’t give up so easily. Her vision sharpened, and she focused on the animal leaping toward her. She swung the branch with all her might and heard the sound of bone cracking as it made impact with the wolf’s face. He landed on his side with a thud. Aric stood and shoved at the other wolf, growling at it and snarling a warning. The other animal left, limping and whimpering. Every few steps he’d turn and glare at her.

The burst of adrenaline rushing through her made her continue to grip the branch. She stared at the location the other wolf had left through, waiting to see if he would turn around and attack. Something brushed her leg, taking her concentration from the other animal and bringing it back to the present. Shit. Aric had found her. She glanced down at the black and white wolf, which reminded her so much of a Dalmatian.

“Er… Aric?” She whispered. Her throat went dry. This was the man she’d wanted since forever and his muzzle was level with her privates.

 

 

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Author Bio

Want to know about me? Milly Taiden (aka April Angel) was born in the prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. She grew up between New York, Florida and Massachusetts. Currently, she resides in New York City with her husband, bossy young son and their little dog Speedy.

She’s addicted to shopping for shoes, chocolate (but who isn’t?) and Dunkin’ Donuts coffee. A bookworm when she can get her hands on a good story, she loves reading romance, thrillers and suspense.

Find out more about Milly Taiden here:

Email: millytaidenauthor@gmail.com

Website: http://www.millytaiden.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/millytaidenpage

Facebook Friend Page: http://www.facebook.com/milly.taiden

Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/millytaiden

~ Look for these titles from Milly Taiden ~

Now Available

Scent of a Mate Sassy Mates Book One

Wolf Fever Alpha Project Book One

Wolf Protector Federal Paranormal Unit Book One

Sharp Change Black Meadows Pack Book One

Caged Heat Black Meadows Pack Book Two

“Mate Event” Halloween Heat III

Fate’s Wish

Wynter’s Captive

Coming Soon

Dangerous Protector Federal Paranormal Unit Book Two

Alpha Fever Alpha Project Book Two

Match Made in Hell

Caught by the Alpha

Unwanted Protector Federal Paranormal Unit Book Three

Mate Fever Alpha Project Book Three

As April Angel

Stranded Temptation

Party Crasher

A Hero’s Pride Wounded Soldiers #1

A Hero Scarred Wounded Soldiers #2

The Sizzling Encounters Series

Mr. Buff #1

Wicked Valentine #2

Lucky Break #3

Coming Soon

A Hero’s Surrender

A Hero’s Temptation

 

 

 

Welcome Sidda Lee Tate!

Posted by ashlynnmonroe on September 16, 2013 at 2:35 AM Comments comments (0)

Hi all and thanks for joining in the celebration of my newest release, Give in to Me, the third book in The Night Series.

The attraction between Jennica and Scott is undeniable, but will her past show up to ruin it all?

After years of being gone, Scott Sims has returned to his hometown. Life is good. He likes his new job, has reconnected with his sister, and even met a "friend with benefits" at the local bar. He does his best to ignore the flurry of rumors—none of them true—about where he's been and who he's become.

Jennica Moss's last relationship ended badly, leaving her guarded and untrusting. She's new in town, but the local gossips have kept her informed about almost everything. The latest hot topic—Scott Sims, the area's most promising star, the guy who threw his football career away and disappeared for years.

When Scott and Jennica meet, emotions run high. Scott can't resist the urge to get to know her. But Jennica's past threatens to come between them, and Scott can't seem to shake his present. When he broke things off with his last fling, she didn't take it well, and she keeps showing up at the most inopportune moments, making his time with Jennica strained.

Now one, or both, of their lives may be at risk, and Jennica must face the consequences of giving in to her heart and falling in love with Scott.

Excerpt:

"Friend of yours?" Scott cut his eyes at her, a single brow raised as they stepped on the sidewalk in front of the Italian restaurant, heading in the direction of her parents' house.

Jennica shook her head even though he was a few steps in front of her and wouldn't see. He walked fast, still hanging on to her hand. He'd punched Troy right in the face. Taken up for her, something no one had ever done. Her heart swelled with appreciation, followed by an anxious panic racing through her veins. In a matter of minutes they would be at her childhood home. There hadn't been much time with him…not what she needed.

"Scott."

He didn't respond, just charged ahead. A man on a mission to drop her and her giant baggage off where he'd found them. A massive lump formed in her throat, blocking her words. She wanted to explain. Tell him about Troy and what he'd done. Let him know why she was so screwed up, but nothing came out.

She glanced at the house with a quick mental note that all the lights were out as he led her by the front walkway and through the manicured grass, not stopping until they were hidden from the streetlights under the carport. Once there, he released her hand and took a few steps, pausing at the edge of the light. The darkness kept her from seeing his expression, but his silhouette against the moonlit night sent thick surges of frenzied tension straight through her, making her chest feel caved.

"You didn't deserve…" he said, in almost a whisper. An angry one. "Is he the reason you think you're screwed up?"

She didn't answer. She didn't need to. He knew. She could tell it in his voice, see it in his stride as he moved toward her. Felt it in his touch as he cupped her face with his hands, lifting it so her tearful sight had no other choice but to look him straight on.

"You can't believe him. You're no one's trash." His eyes seemed to grow darker, pained, fixated on hers. Lost in them, she couldn't look away. Couldn't speak. "You are beautiful…so beautiful it hurts." He bent down, resting his forehead on hers. "I would do anything to have you."

She swallowed hard at the way he'd spoken, slow and determined, as if those words were a concentrated version of everything he'd ever wanted to say. And she understood why. Through all the confusion in her mind, the war with the tug in her chest, the burning need to touch him, she realized, she felt the same way. "Then have me."

Give in to Me, as well as the first two installments of The Night Series can be found on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Books a Million, and at beachwalkpress.com.

Connect with Sidda Lee Tate:

On the web: www.siddaleetate.blogspot.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Author-Sidda-Lee-Tate/539643472722303

Twitter: https://twitter.com/siddaleewrites

http://www.amazon.com/Give-The-Night-Series-ebook/dp/B00F6YGOT6

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/give-in-to-me-sidda-lee-tate/1116908001?ean=2940148730385

http://beachwalkpress.com/give-in-to-me/

 

 

Cover Reveal! Welcome Milly Taiden

Posted by ashlynnmonroe on September 11, 2013 at 2:55 AM Comments comments (0)

Scent of a Mate

Blurb

Mission: Scent a Mate

Jordan Alvarez knew that a promise to her best friend involved staking out the local wolf pack's scenting ceremony and recording the graphic details, but she was the writer and the only one with the balls to finish the task. No one would know that four human women had sneaked proof of their rituals, or at least, that was the plan until Aric Wolfe showed up. 



Mission: Stake a Claim

Aric Wolfe knew his baby sister was up to something, and expected her best friend, Jordan, to be in on the chaos. He finally had an opportunity to lay claim to a mate that had been under his nose for years. Jordan's scent called to both the man and the animal, and he was done fighting the call of the beast. It was time to mark his mate.



Mission: Survive an Alpha

When a good intention creates a problem for the Wolfe family, Jordan finds herself being stalked by a woman intent on claiming Aric as her own. Battle lines will be drawn, love will be put to the test, and Aric will have to fight Jordan's strong personality to keep her alive. Two alpha hearts seeking control will either find the balance or risk losing their love forever.

Excerpt

Chapter One

“Please?” Jordan leaned forward on the sofa and gave her best imitation of what Ellie called “puppy eyes.” A soft squeaking protested Jordan’s wiggling on the leather. She knew her enthusiasm probably rivaled that of a four year old at Christmas, but she was so close to cracking Ellie, she didn’t care.

“No.” Ellie’s voice didn’t sound as sure as it had the first five times Jordan had asked the same question.

“I thought you wanted me to write this book on shifter mating rituals? Don’t you think I need to watch it? I mean, I can’t just write a book on your history, for your family’s records, based solely on what you tell me. I have to see it.” Not really, but she was not telling Ellie that and messing up her chance of watching something so cool.

Ellie frowned. “Well—”

“Come on.” Jordan huddled closer to the edge of her seat, almost falling off in the process, once again rubbing the leather and making it whine. “Look, I swear to you, I will be on my best behavior. I won’t do anything to call attention to myself. I will just observe from the sidelines. Heck, I’ll observe from the distance with binoculars.”

Ellie rolled her gorgeous blue eyes and ran her fingers through her short blonde bob, making the strands glimmer under the light of her sitting room’s lamp. “I don’t remember a single time you have ever been on your best behavior.”

That was true. Jordan’s mouth always got her into some kind of trouble, especially with the other faculty at the school where she taught.

“Okay. I pinky promise.” She lifted her hand, curling all her fingers until only her wiggling pinky stood.

Ellie bit her lip and groaned, still unsure.

“I know shifters are not exactly common knowledge with most of the world. But you have to admit that with more human-shifter interaction, it’s only a matter of time before you guys lose a lot of your history. I promise to write a specific detailed account. Nothing but the history behind this event.” Her heart pounded so hard. She wanted to shake Ellie and order her to agree already.

“Jorda-a-an!” With the way Ellie said her name, in that soft sigh of defeat, Jordan knew she had her. “If I agree to this insanity, you have to swear not to do anything to let anyone know you guys are there! You will get me in so much trouble.”

Jordan struggled and failed to stop the smile from splitting her lips. “I promise! I promise! You know I am dying to see this whole scenting ritual.” She rushed to say. “Now why is it such a big deal to keep this all quiet?”

“Because,” Ellie leaned back on her sofa and stared at the ceiling, “this is an old tradition. Males and females from all over will come together to meet each other, some for the first time. Kelly and Marco are going to see if they are compatible.”

“But they’ve met once, right?”

“Yes, at a family gathering some months back. They didn’t even get a chance to talk. From what Mom said, their eyes did the talking for them. Apparently, it was instant. It’s why we’re having this ceremony. Tradition dictates we have it yearly, and the family is hoping it works out for Kelly and Marco.”

Jordan frowned remembering Ellie’s cousin Kelly and the guy they’d kept referring to as her potential mate. She tucked a long strand of dark hair behind her ear. “I still don’t understand. How can you guys just allow some tradition to tell you who your mate is?”

Shit. Jordan had a hard time with anyone telling her what to do to begin with. It was why she loved being an independent woman.

Ellie’s smile was weak. “We are part of a pack, and my father is Alpha. As such, I need to follow rules like everyone else. You’re lucky you’re human and don’t have to worry about any of this. And we don’t allow the tradition to tell us who our mate is. This is like a first date.”

“In front of a whole bunch of people.”

“Right.”

“Who happen to watch to see if you hit it off?”

“Yes.”

“And who’ll know who she has sex with at the end of the night.”

“Correct. Wait. What?”

“Sounds like the perfect date.” She snickered and almost choked on her wine.

“This is why I didn’t want you there. You, Emma, Nicole, and Karla are so going to get caught.”

“We won’t! We won’t. We’ll be super–spy, research ninjas. Quiet, but sexy smart.” She grinned.

“Oh brother,” Ellie groaned.

“Speaking of brothers. Are, um, your brothers going to be there?” What she really wanted to ask was if one particular brother was going to be there. God, she hoped not. The first time she’d seen Aric Wolfe, she’d been a thirteen-year-old with a crush the size of Alaska. One look was all it took, and her poor teenage heart had been in puppy-love for years. And though it’d been a crush for a long time, it had never gone away. In fact, with years, it had grown. She’d tried to date other men and rid herself of the idea that he’d ever look at a non-shifter for more than a friendship, but it was useless. With time, her attraction for him had grown deeper, into something she didn’t want to think too much about or it would make her hyperventilate.

Blue sparkles lit in Ellie’s eyes. “Yes, all my brothers will be there.”

Oh hell. “Then, yeah, I will hide off somewhere and never move a muscle. I promise.”

Ellie’s laughter, filled with unabashed delight, made her smile. “I still don’t understand why you’re so afraid of being around them.”

Yeah well, Jordan knew all about that super smelling-power shifters had. The last thing she wanted was for Aric to know how one glance at his body and those damn sexy muscles got her so turned on she’d likely start a fire. She could probably melt butter on her skin. “I think it’s best to keep my distance. I know your parents weren’t fond of their only daughter hanging with so many humans.”

Ellie shrugged. “It was either send me to regular school, or deal with packs of horny wolves hitting on their baby girl.” She grinned, grabbed her glass of wine, and sipped. “They knew humans don’t have our scenting or go into heat, so they decided to take the chance.”

Jordan drank her own wine, letting the fruity flavor slip and slide over her tongue. “Yeah, but I bet they didn’t think you’d end up bringing home an annoying, fat Latina for your new pet.”

Ellie rolled her eyes. “Who’s the wolf here, you or me?”

Good point. Ellie’s parents had cared for Jordan. A lot more than Jordan herself could ever understand. Even after all those years being so close to them and Ellie, she still couldn’t make any sense of why they done so much when her parents hadn’t cared at all. What was it about them that made them different? And there had to be some resentment in there. They’d practically adopted her.

“Alright. I’ve become like a second daughter since we became friends. That has to be annoying for them. I mean if they wanted more kids, they’d have had more the old fashioned way.”

Jordan found the whole shifter community absolutely fascinating. If it were up to her, she’d be all in their business trying to figure out how the whole animal-human thing worked.

“Why would you say they’d be annoyed by you?” Ellie’s face creased in a frown. “They like you. Heck, they love you more than any of their sons’ previous girlfriends. In fact, they like you more than most family we have. You’ve grown on them.”

Jordan snorted. “Yeah like fungus or a rash.”

“No, not like that. Like an unusual but lovely woman who needs a mate.”

“What?” She spit out the wine she’d had in her mouth. “Who said I needed a mate?”

Ellie laughed, put her glass down on the coffee table, and settled into the sofa with her feet under her. “My mother. She thinks you just need a strong man to help you realize what you are missing out on.”

“And that’s a mate?” Jordan coughed, trying to stop the choking. Her tummy churned with anxiety. She held Barbara Wolfe, Ellie’s mother, in high regard. But Jordan would never think a long-term relationship would fix her. Thinking of any kind of dependence on anyone made her feel slightly sick. She didn’t really trust most people enough for that.

“Yes. She was highly upset when I told her you broke up with your last boyfriend. She thinks you just haven’t been chased by the right one.”

Jordan continued to cough while Ellie giggled. “Mrs. Wolfe thinks I need to be chased?”

Well hell, maybe she was on to something. Chasing sounded fun. Usually Jordan was too prickly for men to make a move, unless they were sure of themselves. But even then, most of them turned out to be full of shit.

Ellie nodded, flipped on her back and stretched, rubbing her bare feet on the leather. “Of course, dad thinks you’re too independent and need a man to rein you in.”

Rein her in? What the hell was she, cattle? Tristan, Ellie’s dad, was so old school. “Yeah, that sounds like your dad.”

“Although, Aric—”

Jordan’s gaze jerked to Ellie’s face. The bemused smile on her was one Jordan had often seen when Ellie was up to no good. “Aric was present during these conversations?”

Ellie knew Jordan liked Aric to some degree. It’s not like she could hide it from her. The woman was a wolf. She could smell Jordan getting all kinds of turned on when Aric’s name popped up. But what she never told Ellie was how deep her feelings ran. That was something Jordan had trouble even thinking about.

Ellie’s eyes widened, filled with innocence. “Oh, yes.”

Fuck. Sweat gathered in her palms. Now her nerves were getting the best of her. Her stomach did all kinds of acrobatic flips. She’d have to ask or die wondering. And she was too curious not to know. “And what did he say?”

“It doesn’t matter. We both know you’re not looking for long term anyway. You like your independence.” She shut her eyes and sighed.

“Ellie!”

Ellie jerked her eyes open with a chuckle. “Fine, if you want to know, Aric thinks you are fine just the way you are.”

“Which means what?” She asked before she could stop herself. She’d always tried to control her interest in Ellie’s older brother, but sometimes Jordan’s hormones just ran away from her.

Aric. With his piercing dark eyes, eyes she swore begged her to strip every time he glanced her way. And that tall slightly tanned hard body filled with boundless muscles. So many muscles.

She cleared her throat. Visuals of running her nails down his six packs and nibbling on his belly button made her reach for her wine again. But it was the strong jaw and “I’ll eat your pussy really good” smile she couldn’t stop thinking about.

Ellie’s smile dimmed. “Aric said, in time, you’d find your mate and for everyone to leave you alone to decide your life yourself.”

Her hope deflated. It was what she’d always told everyone. Somehow, hearing that he’d said the same made her want to run to the liquor store and buy a barrel of wine.

A sharp pain pierced her heart, deeper and deeper until she wanted to cry. Though Jordan would rather dance around naked in public than admit her feelings for Aric, she had secretly continued to hope. Now, that hope was dead.

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Author Bio

Want to know about me? Milly Taiden (aka April Angel) was born in the prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. She grew up between New York, Florida and Massachusetts. Currently, she resides in New York City with her husband, bossy young son and their little dog Speedy.

She’s addicted to shopping for shoes, chocolate (but who isn’t?) and Dunkin’ Donuts coffee.

A bookworm when she can get her hands on a good story, she loves reading romance, thrillers and suspense.

Find out more about Milly Taiden here:

Email: millytaidenauthor@gmail.com

Website: http://www.millytaiden.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/millytaidenpage

Facebook Friend Page: http://www.facebook.com/milly.taiden

Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/millytaiden

~ Look for these titles from Milly Taiden ~

Now Available

Wolf Fever Alpha Project Book One

Wolf Protector Federal Paranormal Unit Book One

Sharp Change Black Meadows Pack Book One

Caged Heat Black Meadows Pack Book Two

“Mate Event” Halloween Heat III

Fate’s Wish

Wynter’s Captive

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Excerpt from A Modern Myth: Drew's Awakening

Chapter One

Sara Howard looked at him across the cluttered store. His bangs shielded his eyes from her inquisitive gaze, but his full lips intrigued her. She watched him lick those lips and couldn’t help but lick her own. Her gaze followed his tongue as if it moved in slow motion. A hand brushed the dark bangs aside, and she discovered a stunning set of green eyes staring back at her. She looked away, swallowing a lump in her throat before returning her attention to the gorgeous man.

He was gone, and her heart lurched. She opened her mouth to call out but closed it instead.

Why had she looked away? She turned back to her basket, checking her grocery list. With her thoughts scattered, she dropped an apple and watched it roll across the floor toward a sneaker-clad foot. Her gaze went up long legs, narrow hips, and then a strong chest.

He bent down to pick up the apple and stepped closer. She held out her basket to him and tried to smile.

His full lips parted. “You might want to get another one that isn’t bruised.”

It took her a moment to realize he spoke of the apple. His voice sent shivers down her spine, and she nodded. “Would you pick it out for me?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

A corner of his mouth moved up to a smile. “Sure. By the way, my name is Leo.”

She stared at the hand he held out before sliding her fingers up his palm. His name was her zodiac.

Flecks of brown made his eyes almost electric close up, and she forced herself to release his hand before he might fear she wouldn’t let go.

“Do you come here often?” he asked, his voice radiating through her.

She almost choked, and a nervous giggle erupted as she nodded. They were in a supermarket, not a nightclub.

He smiled. “You blush so prettily, but I was only teasing.”

A hand moved up to touch her cheek, and she held her breath. She knew she should move his hand away, but she didn’t want to. She’d never experienced such a connection with a strange man before. His long brown bangs fell in front of his eyes again, and she smiled, wanting to reach up and brush them aside. Instead, she looked at his basket, which contained a six-pack of her favorite brand of beer.

“Going to a party?”

His smile deepened, and he nodded. “Want to come?”

She looked down at her basket to hide her surprise. Had a gorgeous stranger just asked her out? She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I’m not dressed for a party.”

His gaze traveled her body before he shook his head. “You look hot.”

Her cheeks heated with even more of a blush. “So do you.” She said it fast and shrugged, though she didn’t feel hot. She went for a run that afternoon and still wore her sweaty shorts and tank top.

He rewarded her with a smile. “You ready to check out?”

She nodded and led the way, self consciously smoothing her hair back, making sure all of it was still secure in the ponytail.

After buying their purchases, they left the market together. He stopped at the curb, and she looked in shock at the motorcycle.

“That’s yours?”

He nodded. “So, how about that party?”

“You were serious about that?” A nervous giggle slipped out.

He nodded again. “Of course.”

Her gaze went from him to the cycle and back again. “But I don’t know you.” A voice inside her head screamed that she shouldn’t ride off with this mysterious man, and she realized it was her mother.

He reached out a hand to touch her arm, his fingers caressing down to her hand. “You’re safe with me.”

Her brows creased at the touch, which spread through her body, and warmth blossomed between her thighs. She suddenly did not want to be away from him and inwardly told her mom to butt out.

Glancing again at his motorcycle, she bit her lip. She’d never been on one before and feared it more than just a little. “Maybe we should take my car?” He laughed and pulled her closer. “Live a little. It’s fun.”

She frowned and looked at the bike, slowly shaking her head. Pointing her thumb over her shoulder, she tried to take a step back. “I should follow you. My car is parked right over there.”

He looked toward the parking lot before shifting his intense gaze to her, strongly but gently preventing her retreat. She stared into his eyes and had a brief flash of déjà vu. Something about him seemed familiar, even though she didn’t know him. His warm smile began to melt her resolve.

“You could never keep up,” he replied with a wink.

She opened her mouth to object, but he took her hand in his, and she forgot her fear. Looking down at their joined hands, she gave him a subtle nod.

He stowed their purchases in the saddlebags before mounting the cycle, holding out his hand to her. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she swung her leg over the cycle and wrapped her arms around his waist. When she felt firm muscles hidden beneath his shirt, she sucked in a breath.

“Shouldn’t you wear a helmet?”

He shook his head. “Don’t much like to follow the rules.” He laughed and gunned the cycle.

She tightened her arms around him to keep from falling off, and her scream was a mix of excitement and sheer terror as he raced for the highway. Her face buried in his back, she feared opening her eyes. He shook with laughter, and she almost pinched him but instead tightened her hold. She didn’t raise her head until they stopped moving. Taking a breath, she looked around and stared at the ocean. “Where’s the party?”

“Down by the shore.” He slid off and held a hand out to her. She took it slowly, scanning the beach for signs of life. The crashing of waves was the only sound, and she bit her lip. He retrieved the six-pack of beer from the saddlebag and then led the way.

“Where is everyone?” Doubt grew within her as she wondered if she’d made a mistake going with him.

He smiled at her. “Trust me.”

With a frown, she followed. He removed his shoes, and so did she. The sand filtered through her toes, the sun warm on her face. “Leo, I don’t see anyone.” She cursed the fear in her voice.

He caressed her arm. “The party is down the beach. Trust me.”

“You said that already,” she replied with a tremulous smile. He nodded and gestured toward the shore, holding out his hand. Feeling a bit reckless, she consented. Although, as they walked together, leaving wet footprints behind, she realized he’d never asked her name. She looked down at the wet sand. “So, do you make a habit of picking up strange girls?”

His eyebrows shot up. “Are you saying you’re strange?”

Not expecting the question, a bark of laughter escaped her lips, relaxing her. “I think you’re the strange one.”

“Why do you say that?”

She shrugged. “You don’t even know my name.”

He looked at his feet and chuckled. “Yes, I do…Sara.”

Her brows shot up in surprise. “How do you know that?” she sputtered, and her toes sunk into the sand like roots.

He laughed, walking along the shore. “You’ll find out.”

He turned about twenty feet ahead and waited for her. Puzzled, she followed silently and kept an eye out for the so-called party.

A few minutes later, they came upon a pier, and he ducked behind a column. She stepped into the surf to avoid him jumping out at her. Someone else jumped out in front of her though, and she screamed and fell back into the water. Laughter and applause erupted around her as her best friend held out a hand.

“Damn it, Tina!” She threw a handful of sand as she jumped to her feet.

Her friend laughed and embraced her. “Sorry, hun, couldn’t resist.”

As she looked around at all her friends emerging from behind the pier, she scanned their faces for Leo.

“Couldn’t have done it without my accomplice,” Tina snickered, pointing over her shoulder.

Relief flooded her as she locked gazes with him. “How did you know I’d come?”

He winked at her. “Tina said you couldn’t resist me.”

She gasped and swung on her friend. “You didn’t!”

Tina laughed. “What can I say, I know your type, girl!” She slung her arm around Sara’s shoulders and squeezed. “Now, let’s go eat some cake and get drunk.”

“My type?” She gaped, her cheeks hot as flames. “What’s my type, exactly?” She avoided looking at Leo as Tina steered her through the pier’s columns.

“Oh, you know…hot!”

Before she could question Tina further, her friend ran off toward a group of guys. She looked to her left to see a long table covered with food. Balloons were tied at all four corners, and she shook her head in awe.

“You mad at me?” Leo asked, handing her a beer from his six-pack.

Not turning around, she shrugged and took a big swig of the beer. “Not really.”

He nudged her face toward him. “Liar. Couldn’t help it though. Tina swore me to silence. I hope you’re happy with the surprise?”

She finally smiled at him and nodded. “Yes, though I thought you didn’t like to follow the rules.”

He looked puzzled for a moment. “Only with my friends.” His expression softened as he moved closer. “Happy birthday, Sara.”

His breath caressed her face as his soft, warm lips gently touched hers. She lost herself in that warmth, her body molding itself to his. The whistling from behind reminded her they were not alone. Her eyes shot open as she stepped back, stumbling in her haste. His hand shot out to steady her, and she smiled her thanks.

“Enough with the cat calls.” She laughed and looked at her friends. “Can I get another beer?”

She downed the rest of the one in her hand, and Leo took the empty can. Her friends rushed over and pulled her along with them. She resisted looking over her shoulder at him. Someone handed her another beer, and she took a sip as they led her to a volleyball net. “We’ve been waiting for you, so let’s get started.”

She smiled to see Leo on the other team.

* * * * *

A few hours later, Sara and Tina stood beside the table and watched the men play. “Leo’s hot, huh?”

She choked on her beer but tried to shrug and act disinterested.

Tina laughed. “I know you like him. Don’t deny it.”

She blushed and looked toward the game. Leo saw her and waved. “How do you know him?” she asked Tina, waving back.

“He’s my instructor.”

That got her attention, and she gave her friend a questioning look.

Tina laughed at her raised eyebrows. “He’s teaching me to drive a motorcycle.”

She cringed and watched him serve the ball. He’d taken off his shirt, and the muscles in his chest and abdomen stretched as he spiked the ball. Her gaze lingered on his sexy tan skin, unable to look away. “I didn’t know you wanted to learn.” She imagined her friend seated between his spread thighs on a cycle, and the surge of jealousy surprised her.

“Yeah, for a while now. You should learn, too.”

Even as she shook her head, she debated the thought. It would give her a reason to see him again. It hadn’t been too bad riding his earlier.

“Does he ride with you?”

Tina shook her head. “I practice on my own bike.” A smile crept across her friend’s face. “You can ask him to ride with you. I’m sure he won’t mind.” She playfully bumped Sara’s hip for emphasis.

She blushed hotter as she noticed him watching them. “Maybe I should rejoin the game.” Not giving Tina a chance to respond, she ran over to the net.

He smiled as she neared. “How’s the birthday girl?”

She mustered up her courage before responding. “I just realized my groceries are probably getting too hot in your cycle. Can you take me home so I can put them in the fridge?”

His brows rose slightly. “Now? Sure.” He walked over to retrieve his shirt, pulling it on as they walked along the shore.

“We’ll be right back,” she called to Tina, who winked at her with a knowing grin.

“Take your time. We’ll be here all night.”

When they got to the cycle, she tried to work up the nerve to ask the impossible.

“You want to check on your stuff before we leave?” His question threw her at first, and she stared blankly at him.

“Your food?” he clarified.

“Oh, sure.” She held her breath as he leaned over the bike, her gaze moving over his ass, the denim stretching across its tautness.

He looked over his shoulder and caught her stare. His lips softened in a smile as his gaze traveled her shapely curves. She took her bag from him and busied herself with checking inside, though she didn’t really look. Her mind stayed on the sexy man in front of her.

“Can I ride in front?” She braced herself for his response, which didn’t come. She slowly looked up to meet his unreadable expression.

“That’s not really safe,” he finally said.

She shrugged. “Guess I’m feeling a bit reckless.” She hoped he couldn’t see her trembling with fear.

He sighed. “Where do you live?” He looked thoughtful after she told him. “Sure, why not? Hop on.”

Not expecting him to agree, her courage waned. “I, uh…” She stammered, unable to speak.

A corner of his mouth moved up as he held out a hand. “Come on, don’t be scared.”

She shook her head. “I’m not scared.”

To prove her point, she walked over to the cycle and mounted it. In an instant he nestled behind her, and she smiled. His arms slid across her ribcage to grip the handles. She shivered in the forced embrace, closing her eyes with a deep sigh. Lifting himself to start the cycle, his crotch slid down her back as he reseated. Happy he couldn’t see her face, she licked her lips.

As the cycle jerked forward, she dug her fingers into his thighs and closed her eyes, then laughed and screamed at the same time.

She feared opening her eyes and kept her back pressed to his warm chest. Though the air was cool, his enveloping heat kept the chill away. She’d just begun to relax when the bike stopped, and she opened her eyes to see her apartment. Unable to move at first, she kept her hands on his thighs. His hands covered hers and squeezed. She looked down and smiled. His chin rested on her shoulder, and their cheeks touched. Wanting to stay like that forever, she let her eyes flutter shut.

“Don’t forget about your food.” His voice broke the spell, and she forced a nod.

“Right,” she muttered and crawled off the bike.

He held her elbow to keep her from stumbling. “Should I wait here?”

She froze. Did she want him in her apartment? Hadn’t that been the reason for them leaving her party? “I might be a while. You can come in if you want.”

His nonchalant shrug looked strangely sensual to her, and she fought licking her lips. She gestured toward her home and then led the way, carrying her bag of food. Nothing really needed to be kept cool, but she wanted to be alone with him. As she unlocked the door, his breath caressed the back of her neck, but he didn’t touch her. Would he?

She opened the front door and stepped into the living room. The cool air inside made a sharp contrast to the moist heat from outside, and chill bumps rose on her arms. She resisted the urge to rub them as she held out an arm toward the couch. Leo looked around the small room, which was barely large enough for the couch and TV stand. His gaze lingered on the wide screen television, and she shrugged.

“It’s too big for the room, I know, but I couldn’t resist it. Don’t need to go to the movie theaters now.”

She gave him a sheepish smile, and he nodded but didn’t move from the door after he closed it behind him. The kitchen was directly off the living room but visible from the front door. She sensed him watching her as she carried her grocery bag to the fridge. Not caring to put anything away right then, she merely put the full bag inside and then leaned against the door once she’d closed it. Her gaze met his across the room. His face was mostly in shadow, but she could still see his eyes.

“I need to get cleaned up. Didn’t expect you to take me to my own party.” A nervous giggle slipped out, and she cringed.

“No problem,” he said with a grin, his expression unreadable.

She nodded, sidestepping the kitchen and then backing out of the living room. “Make yourself comfortable,” she suggested, pointing at the couch. Closing the door to her bedroom but leaving it unlocked, she placed her forehead to the cool wood and took a shuddering breath. She had been stalked in the other room and wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Something told her that she wouldn’t mind being that man’s prey. Smiling at such a thought, she pushed away from the door and began to strip off her clothes.

She knew it was wicked getting naked with a man in the other room, especially a man she barely knew. She caught her reflection in the closet mirror and smiled at the flush in her cheeks. Her gaze traveled down her nakedness, wondering if he would appreciate her flawless, dark skin. She shook her head at her own foolishness and headed for the bathroom. After turning on the shower and testing the water, she stepped under the hot spray.

At first, she did nothing but stand under the water, enjoying the feel of it against her skin. Once the heat began to relax her tight muscles, she washed her hair and soaped up her body. As her fingers roamed along her curves, she fantasized that Leo’s hands followed hers from her breasts, down her stomach and between her legs. His soapy fingers delved through the black curls to slip inside her body. She threw her head back with a moan.

The shower door slid open, and she held her breath.

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