It’s another dragon shifter book! And it’s part of the Bad Alpha Dads series, written by multiple authors. And it’s the second book in Tami Lund’s Taming the Dragon series.
HUNGRY LIKE A DRAGON
Taming the Dragon Book 2
Release date: January 29, 2019
“Um…are you seeing anyone, Noah?”
“Are you asking if I’m single?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Why do you want to know?”
They’d reached the edge of the forest. If they kept going along the path that circled the lake, they’d walk past the school and eventually head back to Gabe’s house.
“Because I’d like to have sex with you.”
He stopped walking. She paused and glanced up at him. He stared at her— was that was disgust or temptation on his face? The man was damned hard to read.
Finally, he wiped his hand over his face and closed his eyes. “Are you serious?”
“Why am I serious?”
“Why do you want to have sex with me?”
“I don’t know. I just do.”
“That’s not a good enough reason.”
“You seriously won’t have sex with a willing woman unless she has a good reason?”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m—”
“Immediate gratification. That’s what I’m looking for. A little down and dirty mutual pleasure. Are you saying that doesn’t interest you?”
Released on December 3, 2018, Open the Magic is a compilation of Tami Lund’s paranormal short stories and novellas, including Gift of the Gods, which isn’t available anywhere else. If shifters, magic, demigods, gypsies, and witches are your thing–so is this book.
Gift of the Gods ~ He’s a pauper, she’s a princess, and they shouldn’t have kissed all those years ago. Nor should they be considering doing more than that now. But they’re locked away in a remote cottage in the middle of a snowstorm, and the situation is quite possibly a gift from the gods…
Mirror, Mirror ~ Adelle and Ben are best friends and roommates, but the mysterious (and funny) gypsy woman seems to believe they should be so much more…
All’s Fair: Love & Warlocks ~ Supreme Witch Adanna is a coven leader, and Anton has been sent to destroy her, but once he meets her, he second guesses his orders…
First Light ~ In this prequel to the Lightbearer Series, A wayward Lightbearer may be the key to saving the entire species from the shifters who want to destroy them. Except Sabine has developed a soft spot for the very one who is trying to kill them.
Broken Light ~ Xander was supposed to be the bad guy, but is he really? Find out when he meets his match in this sequel to First Light.
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ETERNITY is Tami Lund’s second vampire romance, and it released on November 6, 2018!
In the meantime, here’s a little temptation from ETERNITY…
“Thanks,” she said, and I was momentarily blinded by her beautiful smile, until my gaze caught the bottle of wine and two glasses in her hands. Clearly, the woman had plans and they involved me, and, God help me, I wanted her follow through with them.
As much as I didn’t.
I swear, if I were human, all these conflicted feelings would have given me a heart attack by now.
Stepping into the bedroom behind Abigail, I noted a king-sized bed covered with a blue and khaki plaid comforter facing French doors that led to a small balcony overlooking the backyard. Releasing my hold on her luggage, I stalked over to pull the curtains closed over the doors so Anya and Cam, who were still sitting outside, were not subject to a view of the kinky fuckery I anticipated and yet still held out hope would not happen tonight.
When I turned around, Abigail was bent over her open suitcase, her flouncy skirt riding high enough on her thighs that my hands itched to reach out and flip it over her back, to see what sort of panties she wore over that heart-shaped ass.
She straightened and glanced over her shoulder, then fully turned around, holding a thigh-high, silky negligée by the spaghetti straps. “Do you mind if I slip into this?”
“You’re trying to seduce me.” And it’s working.
“Yes, and it’s annoying that I even have to try.”
I almost laughed. My sexy, mouthy Abigail. Oh, how her mouth had felt wrapped around my cock while I lounged against the headboard, one hand finger combing her hair while the other toyed with one of her nipples until I’d been unable to take a moment more and twisted her onto her back, positioned my body between her legs and…
“You never have to try. That’s the problem.” I made a beeline for the wine she’d placed on the nightstand and poured a hefty amount into one of the glasses. “Would you care for some?”
“Please.” Ignoring the way her gaze raked my body as she murmured the word, I filled the second glass and held it out to her.
We both silently sipped, she appearing calm as a cucumber while my brain worked feverishly, alternating between trying to force out a good-bye and making my feet move toward the door and a slideshow in which every moment we’d spent together six months ago flashed before my inner eye, reminding me of everything I’d given up. And letting me know that if I wanted to open that particular can of worms again, she was here, standing before me, ready and more than willing to accommodate my needs, my lust, my obsession.
“Tell me what you’ve been up to,” I said, an effort to shut off the inner turmoil. “Have you met someone?” Why did I ask such a question? I didn’t want to know the answer. Yes would mean there was potentially no future for us; no would mean the same damn thing, except I’d have less ammunition for that side of my brain telling me to run away with my tail between my legs.
She laughed, the sound forced. “I can’t believe you just asked me that. Why do you think I’m here?”
“Because you hate the farm and you want to find a job in the city?” Which, by the way, I needed to convince her not to do. I had connections out west, in San Francisco and Seattle. I could make a few arrangements and ship her off, ensuring her safety and my sanity.
“Oh my God.” She stared at me like she hadn’t really looked at me all evening. “You really don’t get it, do you?”
“What?” My eyes narrowed, the glass hovering an inch from my lips.
“I’m here for you. I want you.”
She stepped closer, so close I had to move my glass, hold my arm out to my side, so she could sidle up and rub her breasts against my chest. Her nipples puckered, sharp points I wanted to bite before I suckled until she moaned and writhed with pleasure. Clenching my fists and gritting my teeth, I tried to resist touching her, but my self-control had fizzled out with those candles on her birthday cake.
Twenty. She wasn’t even twenty yet. I was twenty-eight when I was turned, eight years older than her, and I’d still felt as though my entire life had been taken from me. At not quite twenty she hadn’t even begun to live hers.
A small moan pushed past her lips, and she lifted her arms. Somehow, I found the strength to step away before she touched me again.
She blinked, confusion marring her features, and I turned away and took a swallow of wine. “You don’t fight fair,” I stated flatly. “I can barely resist you.”
An arm snaked around my waist, pulling me to her so that her front pressed against my back. She slid her hand under the hem of my shirt, her nails gently scraping my skin. I closed my eyes and didn’t move away. Instead, I turned my head slightly and breathed in her scent: magnolias and wine and sugar and cocoa from that cake she’d eaten earlier. I wasn’t hungry; I’d indulged in a courtesan only last night, but I still wanted a nip, a taste of her blood. There was no better dessert than my precious Abigail.
She swiveled her hips, rubbing against my ass, while her hand traveled south. When her fingertips grazed my erection, it was like she’d flipped a switch. I couldn’t say no any longer. I needed this as much as she seemed to.
One night. I could handle one more night, couldn’t I? Letting her go the first time had nearly broken me, so I should know better, but clearly, she was a master at seduction. Or perhaps it was my obsession for her. I’d had far more skilled women in my long existence, and none made me remotely as lust-crazed as this one did.
Wrapping my arm around her back, I twisted us both, switching our positions so that her ass now rested against my throbbing erection. Dipping my head, I nipped at her bare shoulder, sliding my fang back and forth over her skin but not penetrating. Yet.
She cupped my backside and her other hand threaded into my hair. I pressed my hardness against her ass and gathered the hem of her dress in my hand so I could get to what was underneath. Her naked flesh, the gathering wetness and heat that was all for me.
“One more night,” I said, as if vocalizing my thoughts would somehow give me strength to follow through on the promise. I slipped my hand under the elastic of her panties; my fingers found her shaved mound.
“What?” she said, wiggling, which I took to mean she wanted more. So I pushed my hand lower until it slid through wetness. She arched and moaned and then said, “What did you say?”
No idea. I couldn’t even recall speaking at this point. My entire focus was on the task at hand. She needed an orgasm, multiple ones. I needed to ensure she never forgot this night after I sent her back to her human life.
“I want more,” she said, shifting her hips.
“I’ll give you more. We’ve all night, love.”
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