Albert Camus

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Bond of the Lycaon Concubine (The Lycotharian Collection) by Talon P.S., Princess S.O.

Description: 18+

So you think you know the story of Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf? Think again—”

Raina grew up with the faint memories of her grandmother’s fairytales. Tales that told her she was a part of something far greater than her lonely nomadic life gave existence to. But, when she finds she’s been among the one thing she desired most, can she let go of her more human-raising to submit to it?

Tristan has had a wild hunger for the saucy minx ever since she started working at the Hell hound Tavern. When a close call with a rival pack meant risking exposing the beast he was to Raina, he wasn’t expecting her to submit to the beast as his mate. As the Beta to the pack Alpha, Tristan can’t keep a mate to himself, but the secret she holds says otherwise.

However, keeping a Lycaon Concubine might mean leaving the pack in order to protect his Alpha, who’s status has kept a pack, 500 strong, safe for generations.


“I’m just saying. If you did— you know the rules. Aside from getting one hell of an ass kicking from me, she won’t be yours.”

“I’ve checked her, I didn’t bite her.”

“You're sure?”

“Checked three times.”

“Only three?” Vashon gave him an amused look. “Anything else you want to tell me?”

Tristan blanched at the question. Okay here it comes. The truth of it. “Such as—?” Did he really want to know?

“Such as, did you have sex with her tonight? And by the gods if you play dumb with me one more time, I’m gonna give you a scar to remind you of it for the rest of your life.”

Tristan’s blanched expression quickly melded into a morbid one, “Vashon, I swear I was in full form— there’s no way. Right?” It was that last part that got Vashon’s attention. And he could see the blood start to boil in him.

Tristan was suddenly slammed to his back on the floor, pinned there by the weight of Vashon. A movement so fast and volatile, Tristan didn’t even have the chance to defend himself from it. His Alpha Leader’s face morphed slightly as he snarled viciously, but returned to the human features before they had changed completely. “You raped her!?” He bellowed over him, teeth snapping with every bit of his threat to wreak justice right then on him.

“No way! Not in two hundred and seventy-three years have I ever raped a woman. Why would I do it now?”

“Because not in two hundred and seventy three years have you ever sat behind a bar and played footsies with a barmaid!” Vashon loomed over him. The low grottle deep in his throat sawing back up to a smoldering threat.

Tristan stayed down, keeping his arms folded over his head, he knew better. Rape was a serious offense in the pack and in Lycaon Law. It would not be tolerated. He also knew that no way in hell would he have forced her, no matter what shape his body was in, but fighting Vashon was not the way to defend his position. Knowing his place as his leader’s favorite Beta, was.

Vashon returned to his feet, leaving Tristan on the floor and started his pacing once more. Each turn, his head flipping around to glare at him. Vashon wanted nothing more than to give him a good slash of his claws, just for good measure. But it was true. Tristan had never raped a woman before. He wasn’t likely to start now. Even if he did have a liking for the woman. He settled for grabbing something from the dresser and chunked it at him. “Damn it, Tristan! You’re gonna start bonding to her.” He stomped off then turned snatching another item from her dresser and returned to pitch it in his direction, “And when she wakes up and starts to remember, her brain will likely go to mush. She’ll become a raving lunatic!”

Good thing it was only a hair brush this time, Tristan thought as it glanced off his arm and skidded across the floor. Better sit tight a while longer. “What if she doesn’t remember?” He offered from under the guard of his arms.

Vashon stopped in mid-swing of yet another item. Good thing too, it was the bedside lamp this time. “I’m listening.”

About the twins... authors:
We Came— We Saw— and then we made it sexy.

And that's pretty much how the Twins came to write Erotic Romances and Dark Fantasies. Both Talon PS and Princess SO have been writing together since they were kids, always challenging and competing with each other, and always each other's biggest supporters. After a life time of gathering experiences, and honing their story telling skills, they have finally starting putting them to novel size tales. And so far have seen 8 titles published with three more already scheduled for next year’s releases, and still another 30 something projects in the works.


Claudia said...

Ador coperta cu lup si povestea este pe gustul meu.

Talon p.s. said...

Thank for Hosting us!!