Friday, September 30, 2016
Elizabeth Summers is sick of being the baby sister of Garth the pack alpha. Her brother with the help of his best friends has taken it upon himself to scare off every guy who has ever shown any interest in her. With a little nudge from her sister-in-law, she decides to seek Madame Eve’s help to give her one night of pure pleasure.
Ernest (Brute) Chalmers is Castle Wolves’ pack enforcer and best friend of Garth. make his move, he might miss out on his chance at love Out of respect for his friend, he has kept his feelings for Garth’s sister a secret. But when he over hears Lizzie talking about signing up for a 1Night Stand, he decides if he doesn’t, he might miss out on his chance at love. Can Brute prove he has what it takes to meet Lizzie’s needs? Or will she send him packing for good?
Brute stared at the door and took a couple of deep breaths. Lizzie was not going to be pleased when he entered, but he'd practiced his speech over and over to get her to give him a chance.
Every night since he'd overheard Lizzie talking about signing up for a 1Night Stand, Brute had imagined this moment. He put his hand on the door handle and turned. The door opened to a room shrouded in darkness. Even with his shifter enhanced eyesight, he could barely see a thing. He could smell her though, her scent enticing as always.
"Remove every stitch of clothing and get on your knees." Lizzie's voice deep and sultry echoed around the room. He looked to the right where her voice came from, but still couldn’t make out any discernible shapes.
"You heard me, sub. Naked and on your knees. You have two minutes and I will not ask again."
What the fuck! Did she just say sub?
Brute had no idea what he'd walked into, but her tone of voice indicated he wasn't to argue. Without further thought, he stripped until naked and dropped to his knees.
"Now what?" he asked.
"Now you wait, you insolent pup. Eyes to the floor, in silence until I am ready." Brute did as she demanded, a million different scenarios running through his mind as to what could come next.
He'd seen something like this once on a porn network. The movie had been called Mistress something, but it had been about woman who liked having men service her. The survey Madame Eve had required him to fill about his sexual preferences made a lot more sense now. What he didn't understand was why Lizzie wanted this for her 1Night Stand.
The click of heels on the wood flooring echoed in the room and it was obvious she was coming his way. She stopped right in front of him. Her shoes just in his line of vision. Her gaze was on him. He could feel it like a physical caress and it had him wondering how long it would take before she figured out who he was. It also had his cock at full alert. He liked having her admire him, had wanted it for so long.
"Well, well, Madame Eve, did good." Something ran up his left arm and across his chest. As it passed his line of vision, he figured out it was a riding crop. It then continued down his right arm ending with a quick flick on the tip of his cock. "Definitely a wonderful specimen. It still remains though to see just how good you are at serving your mistress. On your feet."
Brute kept his eyes on the floor knowing the moment she caught sight of his face whatever was happening would stop. And as much as he was out of his comfort zone, he didn't want to stop.
"Hmm, someone at least has some manners." Slowly, she moved around him. Any second now she was going to catch sight of his tattoo. "What the fuck!" Yeah, he hated being right. "Ernest Alexander Chalmers turn around and face me right the fuck now."
Brute cringed at the use of his full name. No one ever called him Ernest unless he was in trouble. He turned around as she asked. He expected to see fury in her features, but she just looked defeated.
"What are you doing here?"
He mulled over whether to tell her the truth or lie but he’d come this far no point in adding any more lies to the pile. "I'm your 1Night Stand."
"No you're not. Why would Madame Eve set me up with you?"
Brute took a couple of deep breaths before answering. "Because I asked her to."
After a string of failed relationships, thirty-five-year-old Madeline Majors worries her life will never be complete. Her obsession with having a child and her inability to conceive even though a multitude of doctors have said there is nothing medically wrong with her drives her to Madame Evangeline as her last resort.
Garth Summers is a shape shifter with a problem. As Alpha of his pack, he must have an heir by the time he is fifty years of age or a new alpha is chosen from the eligible males in the pack. But as a wolf shifter, he can only conceive with his mate who he has yet to find. With only six weeks remaining, he turns to Madame Eve for help.
Can a one-night stand bring two people the one thing they most desperately want, or will the reality of what they are send them both running?
Sebastian Cooke has always known he was gay but growing up in the wilds of Alaska, he has always found it hard to truly be himself. After his friend and fellow pilot, Kate, suggests he give 1NS a try he figures he has nothing left to lose. The last person he is expecting to show up in his hotel room is Mason Taylor.
Can two men get over the preconceived notion of who each other is to find the love they have been desperately looking for?