Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Check out this new Para Release from Tia Louise!
A STANDALONE Alpha Shifter Romance with an HEA, loosely related to the One to Hold series. Contains alluring alpha heroes, scorching-hot shifters, and panty-melting sexy times. Keep the fans nearby... Readers 18 and older only, please.
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(A Woodland Creek #AlphaShifter romance)
Part of the Woodland Creek Collection.
30 Authors. 30 Shifter Stories.
One Epic Release Day.
One wounded panther, one restless lynx, one insatiable hunger.
Mercy Quinlan is a whip-smart lynx and the youngest in her shifter clan. She’s tough and independent and dreams of escaping her alpha sister’s control and living life on her own terms.
When a lone black panther shows up in her hometown, Mercy is intrigued. He’s just passing through, which makes him perfect… Along with his broad shoulders, defined muscles, and sexy fighter moves.
Koa “Stitch” Raiden is picking up what’s left of his broken life. Exiled from his black panther clan, he’s running from Princeton to Seattle when he’s drawn to Woodland Creek.
He’s aware Mercy is watching him. What he doesn’t know is the sexy little vixen who sneaks through his window each night is both the trouble he doesn’t need and the hope he can’t live without.
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**PLEASE CHOOSE ONLY ONE EXCERPT***
★★★ EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT #1 ★★★
By Tia Louise
© TLM Productions LLC, 2015
Dylan paces the room, her dark brown hair fanning around her slim shoulders. She’s wearing a long, sheer wrap in a blue that makes her eyes glow. She’s a beautiful woman, but she’s so hard. The fact that we’ve never been close makes it easier for me to fight her.
Standing, I walk to where she’s stopped beside her chair, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“I don’t want to stay here, Dylan. I want to move to San Francisco. I want to be an artist and have my own studio.”
“Enough, Mercy! I’ve clearly overlooked your eccentric behavior too long. It stops NOW!”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
Her hand slams down at her side, and her eyes drill into mine, making me cower slightly. “No more art classes with the townies, no more riding the bus. No more hanging out at that fucking gym—”
“NO!” I shout back at her.
SLAP! I stumble back from the force of her blow, and my arm hits the portable wet bar, causing the glass bottles clatter against each other. I blink trying to regain focus, and through the ringing in my ears, I hear Penny’s quiet whimpering.
Dylan faces me with both hands on her hips, her feet are spread in an aggressive stance, and her chest rises and falls rapidly.
I’m holding the side of my face. It hurts like hell, but I manage to speak, even if I’ve lost my edge. “Y-you let Autumn go…”
“Autumn has that privilege.”
Pain twists in my chest. “And I don’t?”
The word hangs in the air between us. Nothing more is said. I’m breathing fast. She’s breathing fast, but it doesn’t matter. The conversation is over, and I’m left with only two options: do as she says or fight. I know which one I’ll choose.
“You’re the worst alpha I’ve ever known.”
“And you’re a spoiled, ignorant brat.”
She’s not backing down, but neither am I. Without another word, I go to the front door. I’m outside, pulling the hem of my dress up and over my head as I run. The design of it with thin spaghetti straps means I don’t wear a bra, and I don’t hesitate to rip the thong from my body as I lean forward, lunging into my shifter form.
Four paws hit the ground, and I’m running hard into the night.
★★★ EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT #2 ★★★
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A few moments pass. Wind moves through the trees overhead making a soft hushing sound. While I haven’t seen her, it’s intimate somehow, knowing we’re here together in this dark space, secluded from the outside world. She’s curious by nature, as am I.
Clouds move over the moon, casting odd shadows, but as they move away, I realize she’s come out of hiding. She’s walked out into the small meadow where I sit. Not too far—only a few steps into the clearing. Now she’s exposed, facing me.
Her sitting position mirrors mine, and I can’t help another internal grin. I like this female. She’s bold. She’s a third my size, but I don’t intimidate her. I see she’s a cute little lynx. Their funny ears have always intrigued me.
Taking a deep breath, I allow my magic to fall away. In a matter of half-seconds, my shifter nature departs, and I’m sitting in my human form with my legs strategically bent to cover my nudity. I’m not modest, but I don’t want to appear overly aggressive.
As I watch, her small head shakes and she does the same thing. As her magic dissipates around her, I’m glad for my position. Blood floods my pelvis as the most beautiful female I’ve ever seen materializes before me.
Her breasts are small and perky. Her hair hangs in long, dark waves around her toned shoulders. It’s like a glossy cape, and her body is pure muscle, with lines across her arms, abdomen, and legs. Instinctively, a growl rumbles through my throat. I want her.
“Who are you?” she asks, and I smile at the soft strength in her voice. “What are you doing here?”
Clearing my throat, I take control. I’m a loner, which makes me an alpha in my own right.
“My name is Koa. I’m traveling. Passing through. Who are you?”
I can’t help noticing the way her eyes blink slowly. I can almost see her back arch, feel the smooth skin of her body brushing the length of mine, catlike. For starters, she would touch my cheek with that perfect little nose. I wouldn’t stop her.
“Mercy,” she says softly. “My name is Mercy. I live here in Woodland Creek.”
“What is Woodland Creek?”
A small laugh whispers from her throat, distracting my eyes. They’re pulled down to her beautiful neck. I allow my gaze to trace her slim collarbone before dropping again to steal a glance at her breasts. My mouth actually waters.
“It’s the tiny, god-forsaken little hamlet you’ve found yourself skirting.”
She’s a beautiful, smart, cat-shifter female, and fuck, I want to end my dry spell with her now.
“What are you doing out here, Mercy?” The lust is thick in my voice. I can’t help it. It’s been so long since I’ve been with a female of any kind, much less a gorgeous shifter.
Apparently, she hears it because she stands and walks toward me. My insides clench at her movements. Her lined stomach is flat, and her hips are rounded and womanly, yet slim. My eyes move to the center of her legs, to her bare pussy.
“Hoping to find a little escape.” A purr is in her voice, and my muscles tense as anticipation builds.
I stand, and her eyes widen ever so slightly as I reach my full height. The top of her head is at the center of my chest, and my broad shoulders dwarf her. Not to mention my erection is pointed straight at her. No use hiding it.
“I could use a little escape myself.”
She blinks up at me, and her blue eyes are dewy. “What did you have in mind, panther?”
I’m pretty sure we’re on the same page, still it seems polite to ask. “May I have you?”
“Yes.” The word is a breath across her lips as she steps forward, sliding her palm across my tense stomach, teasing me as it travels lower.
★★★ EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT #3 ★★★
By Tia Louise
© TLM Productions LLC, 2015
Mercy sits on the small stool in front of the wheel, gathering the clay into a large lump and dropping it hard on the spinning platform again.
“Can I watch you work?” I pull up a small stool beside her, and she glances over her shoulder at me.
“Want to learn to make a bowl?”
“Scoot forward. Give me your hands.”
I’m behind her, so I reach both arms around her waist, resting my chin on her shoulder. Every breath is a hit of her soft perfume. It’s little flowers.
She dips her hands in the water and dampens my palms before cupping them around the spinning lump. “Apply pressure, but not too hard.”
The wheel spins, and I allow her to guide my movements using her palms on the backs of my hands. I confess, I’m not looking at the clay as much as I’m studying her small hands on mine, the smooth skin of her slender arms, the deep V in the button-up shirt she’s wearing.
From where I sit, as the shirt falls forward, I can’t miss the way her bare breasts sway with our movements. I’m growing less interested in pottery by the second.
“Not bad,” she says softly, and I glance at our hands now covered in light brown clay. Despite my lack of attention, she’s managed to craft a shallow bowl from the lump.
“That’s pretty good,” I say with a smile.
My mouth is beside her cheek, and I kiss her neck, just behind her ear.
“Oh!” She exhales a breathy sigh and does a little jump. Instantly our bowl collapses into a spinning mess.
“Shit.” My voice is a low rumble. “Sorry about that.” I’m sorry about the bowl, but I’m not at all sorry I kissed her.
“You weren’t paying attention anyway.” Mercy’s fingers thread with mine, pushing the clay down and off them.
“You’re right.” I kiss her neck again, lower this time, right at the top of her shoulder, and her back melts into my chest. “I was distracted.”
“You were looking down my shirt.”
“Let’s skip bowls and go straight to breasts.”
“That’s a different type of art.”
“Mm,” I growl appreciatively. “Your breasts are definitely art.”
Her chin lifts, and I cover her mouth with mine, parting her lips so I can find her tongue. I kiss her deeply, moving my hands under the hem of her shirt and up the front to cup those breasts, sliding my thumbs across her hard nipples.
“Koa,” she gasps, arching her back and breaking our lips apart. “You’re getting me dirty.”
“I like it when you’re dirty.”
About the Author:
Tia Louise is the Amazon and International Bestselling author of the ONE TO HOLD series.
From “Readers’ Choice” nominations, to USA Today “Happily Ever After” nods, to winning the 2015 “Favorite Erotica Author” and the 2014 “Lady Boner Award” (LOL!), nothing makes her happier than communicating with fans and weaving new tales into the Alexander-Knight world of stories.
A former journalist, Louise lives in the center of the USA with her lovely family and one grumpy cat. There, she dreams up stories she hopes are engaging, hot, and sexy, and that cause readers rethink common public locations...
Books by Tia Louise:
One to Hold (Derek & Melissa), 2013
One to Keep (Patrick & Elaine), 2014
One to Protect (Derek & Melissa), 2014
One to Love (Kenny & Slayde), 2014
One to Leave (Stuart & Mariska), 2014
One to Save (Derek & Melissa), 2015
One to Chase (Amy & Marcus), 2015
One to Take (Stuart & Mariska), coming Jan/Feb 2016!
Paranormal Romances (all stand-alones):
One Immortal (Derek & Melissa, #SexyVampires), 2015
One Insatiable (Koa & Mercy, #AlphaShifters), 2015
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