Alana returns to her hometown to investigate a series of disappearances, but coming home means facing the men who are her wizards and mates. A spell forces her to work alongside the sexy-as-sin brothers and the heat of their ménage flares to life. Her inner shifter wants to emerge and claim her men, but there’s so much unsaid between them.
Kane and Michael have waited years for Alana. Their Familiar fled without explanation and this time she’s not going to slip away. Their shared magic grows more intense with each passing day, but they mean to show her that there’s more than a mystical bond between them. Michael and Kane will use the sizzling desire to lure her closer until she realizes she belongs with them.
Even as Michael, Kane and Alana savor the passion, they must discover who’s behind the kidnappings, before their chance at forever is taken away.
This is an excerpt of the very first time Alana met Michael and Kane.
“I wondered if you’d like to dance with me.” The words tumbled out of Alana’s mouth and she wanted to call them back. She heard the nervousness in her voice and she wanted to appear more assured than this.
“Definitely.” Kane nodded.
“Yes. Well, that’s two affirmative answers. Got any preference on which one of us is first?” Michael smiled and leaned forward in his chair.
Alana was a little stunned and excited. She’d never thought they’d both want to dance with her. Then again, the way she’d phrased the question she could see how they could think she was asking them both. She didn’t have the heart to say that she’d only meant one of them.
“Um, no preference, it’s still early and we have plenty of time to dance.” She held out her hand.
“Yes, we do have time.” Michael stood and walked around the table.
His fingers threaded through hers. A tingle began to crawl over her skin the moment their skin touched. Her eyes widened in surprise. Her nipples tightened and hardened and she felt slick moisture begin to gather in her pussy. What the hell was that? It felt almost as if a low level electrical current was zipping into her from him.
“Are you two going to the dance floor or simply stand there looking a little stunned?” Kane’s voice cut into her shocked reverie.
Alana glanced over at Michael and found him staring at her. Maybe this wasn’t only her. “Tingles racing over your skin and the hair on your arms standing?”
“Yes, I’m glad I’m not the only one feeling as if I’ve grabbed a live wire.” Michael exhaled noticeably. “Let’s dance.”
She nodded and walked beside him to the dance floor. On the way, she finally noticed his scent and everything suddenly became clear to her. She felt her cat rise to attention and the distinct urge to stop and rub herself all over him to make sure that any shifter who came near him knew that he was hers.
She’d found her mate. He was her mate, but the tingles were part of that. It was the Familiar bond beginning to form. It wouldn’t completely solidify until they’d had sex, but even now she was certain.
Michael released her hand and curled an arm around her waist as a slow song began to play. His other hand brushed over her upper arm and shoulder. His fingers touched her blond hair, bringing it forward over her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his waist and moved with the music.
He drew her close. Alana inhaled. The light scent of cologne hit her, but she sifted through it to find his personal smell. The musk mixed with the tang of his cologne. She couldn’t resist leaning into him and rubbing her cheek on his chest. Her scent mixed with his giving her a feeling of satisfaction.
“You know what this is, don’t you?” Michael’s fingers stroked over her back.
She could feel the heat of his hand through her silky black shirt. It felt good, but not enough. The tingles spread and increased, but again it was as if something was missing to that too. She clenched her fingers on his shirt. She wasn’t so sure if she wanted to talk about this yet. It might make it too real. He didn’t sound as if he was asking because he was unclear about it though.
“Yes,” she said. Her head brushed against his chest when she gave a small nod.
“Do you realize that I’m not the only one who’s part of this with you?” Michael’s hand rose and cupped her head.
Alana hoped it was because he couldn’t resist touching and exploring. She trailed her fingers up his back and then down. She itched to touch actual skin rather than the fabric of his shirt. It felt abrasive and wrong beneath her fingertips. She had enough sense though to realize this wasn’t the place to be shredding his clothing.
“I know.” She took a deep breath. It was going to get worse once she touched Kane.