by Kristin Miller A Snow White Werewolf Tale, #2 Publication Date: June 12, 2017 Genres: Adult, Entangled: Scorched, Erotic, Serial, Paranormal, Romance
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I used to be sweet and innocent…but that was until Hunter put his hands on me. Now, my body craves his, and we’ve crossed the point of no return.
My stepmother demands that I seduce a rich jeweler to secure our fortune, and under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t mind. He’s hotter than hell, I’ve been crushing on him for years, and after catching Hunter pleasuring me over the hood of his car, he wants me too.
There’s only one problem: now that I have Malcolm’s attention, I’m not sure I want to leave Hunter’s arms.
Excerpt from SNOW’S SUBMISSION, Part TWO
The second I step into the lodge’s great room, my words cut short.
I’m not quite sure what I was expecting, but four guys huddled around a circular poker table, fisting beers in one hand and cards in the other was not it. It’s not the poker table or the chaos ensuing over a busted hand of Texas Hold ’Em that has the breath frozen in my lungs. It’s the guys’ drop-dead, double-take–worthy good looks. I’d seen them when they’d first arrived and were exiting their cars in the driveway. But I must’ve been preoccupied because my brain didn’t register the details of their hotness.
Golden tan skin. Square, stubble-covered jaws. Strong, wide shoulders. Full, lush lips revealing Colgate-white teeth. Roughed-up jeans. Arm tattoos peeking from beneath the sleeves of black T-shirts.
As my gaze skids from one to the other, I realize each one is better looking than the last. With the exception of Hunter, of course. The level of his sexiness is untouchable.
With a curse, the smallest werewolf of the bunch pushes back from his chair storms into the kitchen. Only then do I notice their size.
Holy Zeus, they’re huuuuuge.
Not a single runt in the bunch.
A few of them must have Viking blood or something. Or maybe they’ve got mutated superhuman genes that make them larger than the average male. Whatever the cause, these guys are the most muscular men I’ve ever seen. Stripped right from a men’s muscle magazine.
My mind careens straight for the gutter. Shirts ripping in half, revealing ripples of hot, wet corded muscle. Six packs. Twitching chest muscles. Dark tattoos. Pants dropping to the floor, revealing their long, thick—
“Snow?” Hunter’s touching my arm. “You all right?”
“Mm-hmm.” I suck up the drool that was collecting in my mouth. Did someone kick up the thermostat? I feel like I’m sweating. “Fine.”
Every single one of them. F-i-fuck-me-fiiiine.
It’s as if I’ve walked into a room full of the Avengers, drop-dead sexy and fully capable of beating anyone’s ass. Only, these guys are hotter. And single.
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Hair black as a raven’s coat, skin as white as snow, lips as read as, blabitty-blah, blah, blah. If one more person calls me sweet and innocent, I’m losing my head.
I’ve got more pressing matters to think about. Like the fact that our wolf pack is in serious debt. If I can’t find a way to secure financing for our estate, we’ll lose our shifting sanctuary. My stepmother—wonderfully wicked as she is—has come up with a plan: seduce a rich jeweler who’s visiting for the weekend. And then, when he agrees to bond with me and make me his forever, we’ll be saved. Not such a bad deal, considering he’s crazy hot, and I’ve had a crush on him forever.
One problem: I’m not a temptress, not by a long shot. It’s a good thing my childhood best friend, Hunter, has come back into the area. He’s always been a playboy and knows how to get what he wants. He agrees to teach me the rules of seduction, but before long, I realize I’m the one being played.
“You’re going to be smooth about it.” Just like the slope of her neck, her cheek. “If I were trying to seduce you, for example, I would make sure there was always space between us, so I wouldn’t come off too strong, or too desperate, but I’d find ways to touch you with a seemingly innocent purpose.”
She snorts into a laugh. “You mean like the stupid trick where you yawn and then drop your arm over my shoulder?”
“Sort of, but we’re not twelve.” Guess there’s no other way to get her to understand. I’ll simply have to show her. Darn. “Looks like your hair has come down a bit right there. Let me…” Holding her gaze, I reach out slowly and tuck a strand of raven-black hair behind her ear. It’s like silk sliding over my fingers. As I pull my hand away, I make sure to gently brush the tender skin just beneath her ear with my fingertips. My God, she’s crazy-soft. “If I were trying to seduce you, I would touch you with purpose. Wait, you’ve got something on your lip…”
“I do?” Her words are slow, as if she’s having trouble thinking.
As she reaches for her mouth, I wrap my fingers around her wrist, stopping her. “I’ll show you where.”
Using her pointer finger, I guide her toward the moisture, and sweep across her lower lip, adding more pressure as I move back and forth. Her lips are luscious and full, her finger grazing against them, and as her mouth drops open into a seductive ‘O,’ I can’t help but remember how succulent her lips tasted.
Continuing the lesson, I move in slowly, slant my head the way I would if I were going to claim her mouth, and then I stop a breath away. The air hitches between us. She eyes my lips hungrily, and something inside my gut catches.
“It was a few drops of beer.” My voice has gone hoarse, and I can’t tear my eyes away from hers. “You got it.”
With a knot in my stomach, I bring her finger to my lips and suck it into my mouth. She gasps. The erotic sound hits my ears with the force of a shotgun, and as I swirl my tongue around her finger, she squirms in her seat.
Doesn’t take my heightened werewolf senses to know she’s ready for me. And I’m harder than a fucking lightning rod.
ABOUT KRISTIN MILLER
New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Kristin Miller writes sweet and sassy contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and paranormal romance of all varieties. Kristin has degrees in psychology, English, and education, and taught high school and middle school English before crossing over to a career in writing. She lives in Northern California with her alpha male husband and their two children. She loves chocolate way more than she should and the gym less. You can usually find her in the corner of a coffee shop, laptop in front of her and mocha in hand, using the guests around her as fuel for her next book.