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"Everything I do, everything I am, all that I breathe is 18+ and will contain sexually suggestive material. ~ Gina Kincade 2011

"If you never have any expectations of other people then you will never be disappointed. When a positive experience occurs it is always a reason to rejoice." ~Gina Kincade, 2009

"I have learned, as a rule of thumb, never to ask whether you can do something. Say, instead, that you are doing it. Then fasten your seat belt. The most remarkable things follow." ~Julia Cameron

Tuesday, January 29, 2019

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Enter the world of shapeshifter paranormal romance with the Westmore Wolves series!

Wicked for You (Westmore Wolves #1) 

Heart’s Protector (Westmore Wolves #2) 

Burning for You (Westmore Wolves #3) 

Taming the Beast (Westmore Wolves #4)

Mistletoe Kisses (Westmore Wolves #5)


Excerpt from Wicked For You

His lips captured hers, claiming her body and soul. The long, hard length of his erection pressed into her softness and she groaned into his mouth. Her core was molten and the need to be claimed by him a physical necessity.
She fumbled with his zipper, his cock springing free between their bodies.
“God, woman…”
Another scream and the sound of breaking glass met her ears. She turned in his arms and waggled her ass, giving him full view of her body. “You gonna make me wait?”
He was on her in seconds, his cock sliding beneath her ass cheeks. She bent over a little more. The velvet tip of him poised at her entrance.
“Now,” she hissed and drove back on him. She groaned as he filled her, his hardness sinking deep into the slippery confines of her pussy.
“I’m not going to be gentle.”
“Next time.” She brought his hand around her and pressed a kiss to his palm. “But now, I need you and the pack needs us.”
“I’m going to make your toes curl and I’m keeping you in bed for a week.” Carrick snaked his hand down the front of her body and found her clit. He pulled out and once more thrust his cock hard inside of her, the pulse of their energies swirling around them.
Her nipples were pinpoints of desire and when one of his hands brushed over her breasts, she jerked in his arms as the first edge of an orgasm slid through her body.
“Carrick…”
“I…Oh, God. Sage.” He buried his face in her hair and groaned, his hips pumping. The fabric of his tux rubbed against her ass and she wanted more than anything to feel his naked skin on her and to be able to take their time. Her fingers curled into the decorative brickwork of the alcove and she held on for dear life as his tempo increased, stroking her heat from without and within.
“Claim me…” she arched against him as another fission of energy moved between them.
“Mine.”
Sage threw back her head, her insides coiled and ready. Her own fangs descended, itching to bury themselves inside of his flesh.  “Give me your bite.”
Carrick growled, his fangs breaking the unmarked skin of her shoulder. He bit down the pain zinged through her body, awakening her and making her long for more time in his arms. She came all over his dick, her pussy clenching as the sensation of a full mating sizzled along her skin. Sage cried out, sinking back into his arms. She raised his hand to her mouth and clamped down, her fangs breaking the skin of his hand. Carrick shuddered, his heat enveloped her inside and out as his seed bathed the inside of her womb.
The hold that had been over her for six years broke. Her mate still moved within her and her heart sang with the clarity of his senses as their bond solidified.
“Can you hear our pack? They know we mated.”
Carrick withdrew, placing a kiss on the bite mark. “I can.” He fixed himself and reached down for her discarded dress.
“Thank you.”
He helped her step into the black gown and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Are you ready?”
Sage grinned and suddenly wished she’d thought to call Mel. She was going to be so pissed she missed a good fight. “You bet.”


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