by Kristin Miller A Snow White Werewolf Tale, #3 Publication Date: June 19, 2017 Genres: Adult, Entangled: Scorched, Erotic, Serial, Paranormal, Romance
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Time is running out…
I have to choose between Hunter, my best friend turned lover, and Malcolm, the jeweler who wants to pleasure me senseless. There’s too much at stake to screw up now. If I choose Hunter, the pack will lose the only home its ever known. Selfishness isn’t exactly the beaming trait of an Alpha, and I long to rule someday. But if I make the smarter choice, the one that will save us all, I’ll be betraying my heart.
Hunter taught me the rules of seduction. Only he taught them too well and I’ve fallen hard for the wrong guy…
Excerpt from SNOW’S SURRENDER, Part THREE:
Closing my eyes, I shake my head slowly. Because I want more of this feeling zinging through me, more butterflies, and more rain to cool my burning flesh. Why can’t things go this smoothly with other guys? Ones who are staying with the pack?
“You’re not with Malcolm this moment.” His lips brush my cheek. “What happens tonight doesn’t have to change anything tomorrow when you go back to him.”
Another kiss on my cheek, closer to my lips.
“We’re friends, aren’t we?” I say, leaning into him and the warmth of his embrace. “Even after all this, that won’t change, right?”
“Not if we don’t want it to.” He drags his fingers through my hair and bends me into him. “Friends kiss.” And then his lips close over mine, sending chills scattering to the base of my spine. His tongue is in my mouth, sweeping against my cheek, exploring deep, weakening my resolve. “Friends touch.” He traces the curve of my neck with greedy hands then drops down to my shoulders and arms, pinning me against him as he assaults me with fevered kisses. “Friends…”
“Grope?” I breathe into a laugh.
“Hell, yeah.” He grins against my lips. “And if you’re lucky, there’s another friend in my pants I’d like for you to get to know better.”
On a crazed laugh and a whimper that’s wrenched from the deepest part of me, I push up off my toes and stamp his mouth with a scorching kiss.
DON'T MISS PARTS 1 & 2 IN A SNOW WHITE WEREWOLF TALE SERIAL!
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SNOW'S SUBMISSION, Part Two
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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SNOW'S SEDUCTION, Part One
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
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
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
“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.