It’s Catching Her Mates release day!
I loved writing Catching Her Mates! Leslie’s story came easily. All of the characters wanted to tell their story and get it done now! I’m excited to share this story with you.
Blurb:
[Siren Menage Amour: Erotic Contemporary Menage a Quatre Paranormal Romance, shape-shifter, M/
F/M/M, HEA]
Leslie Morgan caught one of her mates’ scent as he was leaving a club with another woman. She won’t mate with a tomcat and hatches a plan to curb his wandering ways. As she waits, her patience is stretched to the limit and she’s almost ready to hunt them down.
John, Archer, and Judge Dark have searched for their mate for years. After catching her scent in a bar, they hunt for her. One day, Archer finds her while she’s at work. They take her home and claim her. Leslie is a sexy, cunning Whyrcougar and they’re determined to capture her heart as well as her body.
But someone is stalking Whyr in Casworth again and this time, they’ve targeted John and his family. John, Archer, and Judge vow to protect her. They’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe. She’s theirs and no one will take her away from them.
Available at: http://www.bookstrand.com/book/catching-her-mates
Other retailers coming in 4 weeks (approximately)
Excerpt:
She continued on, turning back to the front of the store. Better go check the cashiers. They might need a break or some help. Movement teased at the corner of her vision. What the… She twisted around.
The man from the furnishings section marched toward her. The male’s eyes fixed on her. She blinked. Did she know him? Normally, she’d remember meeting someone with that jaw and those broad shoulders. But maybe he wasn’t looking at her. She turned. No one behind her.
Maybe he needed some help. She faced him again. His eyes narrowed, brows drawn down over the hazel orbs. Not the sign of a happy man. Had the furnishings representative pissed him off? His long stride ate up the space between them, almost as if he was afraid she’d run. She took a deep breath and her muscles tensed. The urge was definitely there. She clenched her hands as her heartbeat kicked into a faster rhythm.
Fuck. His unbending stare bored into her. She locked her legs, fighting the warring urges. Run or swing at him. Either of those would lose her job. Not a good idea at this point.
“Can I help you, sir?” She forced her lips into a smile and resisted the impulse to bare her teeth at him in a hiss. He was just another customer, even if that stare did come off as aggressive. Fool probably didn’t even realize that holding a predator’s gaze for that long practically invited an attack.
“You. It’s you.” He stopped in front of her. His shoulders shifted beneath the shirt. Although his hands hung at his sides, tension kept them stiff.
She drew back a little. He better not mean what she thought he meant. She flexed her hands and purposely breathed through her mouth. Can’t catch his scent. Not here.
His dark blond hair was cut short, but thicker on top. A smile softened the lines of his chiseled face, but those eyes gleamed with burning intensity.
“Excuse me, sir.” She raised her brows. What did he mean? “Is there something you need?”
Please, let him not be a whyr. She would have crossed her fingers or toes if it would help. If he was, there wasn’t any doubt. The way he acted, he thought he knew her or he’d found his mate. And if he reacted to her, he was definitely a cougar. Probably John’s brother.
“Your scent. You’re our mate.” The man stepped forward.
Fuck. Why did he have to come upon her here? She took a deep breath. Was this just chance, or had the plan worked? No one had said anything about John in a while, but he could have become more circumspect. No word about John hunting his mate. She should have heard something.
“I can’t do this here.” She took a deep breath and cut her eyes to the left. Sure enough, a coworker stared at her. “I need this job.”
She couldn’t lose it now. She had classes to pay for. She couldn’t afford to have a break in pay. That would ruin everything. This place was a fucking nightmare, but she couldn’t get fired right nows.
“You’re our mate.” The man frowned and stepped closer.
“I heard you, and I’m not denying it. The only thing I’m saying is that I can’t do it here. I’m working.” She held up a handshook her head. He had to understand. This couldn’t turn into some scene. Not now.
A musky, earthy scent drifted to her. It hit her like a sledgehammer. Heat wrapped around her body. The urge to grab him pulsed through her, a fiery demand. Her palms itched to glide over his skin, explore every muscle and plane, and savor the heat.
So similar to John’s. Wild, a male musk with a rich, almost coffee note to it. Her breasts swelled, and her entire body tingled. She straightened and held perfectly stillshook her head. Can’t push him to the ground and rub all over him. This wasn’t the place.
She clenched her fists. “I have to keep working.”
He looked around and apparently noticed the people watching them. “All right, I’ll let you keep working if you give me your name and agree to meet with us later.”
Her bunched muscles relaxed as the tension leached away. As long as she got back to her job soon, the talk shouldn’t cause a problem. Not that avoiding the issue today would solve anything. They’d probably find a reason to fire her sooner or later regardless of what she did.
“Leslie Morgan. I’ll meet you for dinner. Where do you want to meet?” She shifted from foot to foot and clasped her hands together. Hopefully, he wouldn’t take forever deciding.
“It’s nice to meet you, Leslie. I’m Archer Dark.” He smiled. “We’ll meet you at Mama Lucia’s at eight for dinner. Is that good for you?”
She nodded and held her breath. Come on, move. If he dragged this out, some weasel would run and tell that she was playing up to some customer. Or even worse, slacking off.
“I’ll see you then, Archer.” She flicked a glance around.
“Don’t think about skipping out on us.” Archer narrowed his eyes on at her. He pointed a finger at her. “We’ll find you.”
“I promise I’ll be there, but don’t panic if I’m a little late. I don’t get off until seven thirty. And sometimes there are things that keep me after that.” She exhaled. He was damn lucky she was whyr. Otherwise she would be calling the police to report a stalker.
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