I’m so thrilled this Magnificent Monday morning. Taliesin Publishing has not only contracted the first book in my new Prymal Series – Prymal Lust – they’ve agreed to contract the whole series! So, you know that means I have to do a sneak preview today. First, here’s my hunky inspiration for the Prymal alpha hero of the book, Axe R. Smith:
Tania, a Wylfen aristocrat, hooks up with a stranger right before her twin’s graduation from military college. Not hours later, the bottom drops out of her world when she’s introduced to Axe, her twin’s new SEAL commander. Then she discovers he’s a Prymal Wolf, the arch enemy of her people. Wylfen laws prohibit her from mating with a half-breed. If anyone finds out she’s mated with Axe, exile is the least she has to fear…
Prymal Lust – Sneak Preview:
Axe near swallowed his tongue, but not for a moment did he let his surprise show. Not in all eternity had he expected to look into Tania’s mismatched eyes and recognize the one woman in the galaxy fated to be his mate. Not in any scenario had he ever envisaged Tania propositioning him. He didn’t have a clue how to keep his wolf in check. He had gone from flaccid to sledgehammer erect in less than a breath.
The spice of her blossoming arousal swarmed him.
As intoxicated as if he’d downed an entire bottle of tequila, Axe splayed his fingers wide and battled his primitive instincts. He had to touch her. Taste her. Lick her from the tips of her ears to her sure-to-be-suckable toes.
Then it slammed him sideways.
His mate was a Wylfen female.
Her family would exile Tania if he even grazed her with a fingertip.
And then they’d stake him out and sever every limb.
She was his.
Play it smart.
Stifling a howl when he realized the two of them mating right away was the ultimate win-win, he grinned. A selfish win-win. He’d ruin her future because if Tania screwed him, she violated the sacred Wylfen purity and mate alliance laws. She’d be exiled. Have no safe place to go to. No one to turn to for protection. Except for him.
Careful to keep his scarred cheek hidden from her view, Axe reached for her hand, lifted it to his mouth, licked the center of her palm, and drew her scent deep into his lungs. Yeah. Soon he’d be buried inside her creaming pussy. “Do you one better. How about breakfast, lunch, and dinner?”
She sucked in a breath. Her cheeks flushed. Her gaze locked onto his tented shorts. She flicked her tongue to the corner of her mouth, and her nostrils quivered.
His dick was about to burst out of his foreskin. It jerked against his belly.
She hissed and her head whipped up.
He could drown in those amazing crazy colored eyes, one the color of honey, the other a soft, mossy green. But not right then. Not until they’d screwed. A couple dozen times. Maybe more.
The Wylfen as a breed abhorred physical flaws. Rumor had it that any cub born with any sort of disfigurement was quickly disposed of. Axe had no clue if she’d reject him out of hand when he had no choice but to let her see his whole face.
She tugged her hand out of his and gestured to a now damp spot on his gym shorts. “While I can see you’re really, really, interested in eating a meal—”
Frick, she’d do him in. His canines ached. He salivated when the ends of her high ponytail kissed her claim spot.
Get a grip.
He had vowed never to claim an unwilling mate. It had become the keystone of his existence. She was Wylfen. So out of his league. The wolf in him tossed his rational reasoning into the stratosphere. The alpha in him soared.
Hope that started your week with a bang!