Red-Hot Valentine's Day Excerpt + Gift Card Giveaway

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My red-hot excerpt is from my best-selling werewolf romance Lonely Alpha. Hope you enjoy!

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Heat crept through her entire being as memories from her recent dreams flooded her mind. They’d been hot and intimate. She’d privately accused Jack of being shameless more than once that day, but apparently her sleeping mind was even more so. In her dreams, she and Jack had bounded through the woods as wolves and then – in their human forms – had tumbled to the ground together, their limbs entwining as he entered her, driving her down deep into the cushiony floor of pine needles as he made love to her. What exactly had caused the dreams, she wasn’t sure, but they’d been startlingly vivid, almost real. And then she’d awoken in a sweat, lying beside a naked, half-aroused Jack. It was too much to bear. She touched the tip of her tongue to her lips and reached out with her unhurt hand, longing to feel his skin against her fingertips. At the last moment, she drew back.

It was crazy. She knew that, and yet, she wanted nothing more than to touch him. No, she wanted to do more than that. She wanted to climb onto him, stroke his cock to its full length and feel it slide inside her. She wanted to ride him until a fresh layer of sweat shone on her skin. She wanted him, bad.

Curling her wayward hand into a fist and shoving it into her lap, she eyed the wound in his side again. Fresh guilt surged through her. How could she be thinking such things when he was hurt so badly? Regardless of how shameless her desires were or how conspicuously absent her inhibitions seemed to be, he was in no condition for sex. The only thing he needed to be doing in bed was resting. But thanks to her unnaturally vivid dreams, she was crazy with lust – a state she rarely found herself in. She’d just have to work off the steam and let him rest. Allowing her gaze to wander to his groin again, she slipped a hand beneath her blanket, pressing her fingertips into the apex of her thighs. Her core tightened when she saw that his cock was fully erect now, and she pressed her fingers against her slick skin. She’d just found her clit when a distinct feeling gave her pause, causing her to freeze with her hand between her legs. Slowly, she raised her gaze from Jack’s hips to his face.

He was awake.

She stared, knowing her eyes were wide and that her jaw had gone slack. Caught beneath his golden gaze, she was powerless to move. What blood she still had left in the upper half of her body flooded into her cheeks, creating what had to be a fantastic blush.

He said nothing, just continued to watch her with half-hooded eyes.

She sat frozen, enduring the silence until she couldn’t take it any longer. She had to explain. “I had a dream.” Her feeble excuse came out half-whisper.

A sound that could only be described as a growl rose from deep within his chest. “So did I.”

Mandy glanced toward his groin again and a wave of longing swept over her. His erection hadn’t subsided. If anything, it appeared larger than it had when he’d been asleep. Not that it had been inconsiderable then.

“Tell me about your dream.”

“It was…”

His gaze never left her. “It was what?”

She couldn’t help but respond. She’d been caught red-handed, and he surely knew what kind of dreams she’d been having. The hardness between his hips and his own words made her hope that he’d been having the same sort. She wanted to hear him confess, too. “It was about you.” Her words tumbled out. “You and me. Together. In the woods. We were…”

“Making love?” he finished for her.

She nodded weakly. “Exactly.”

“We musta had the same dream.”

“Oh.” What else was there to say? The skin between her legs was still tingling, tempting her to let her fingers glide over her aching flesh, seeking relief.  Only now that he was awake and looking at her, that no longer seemed like enough. Even if she brought herself to climax – that would only take a moment, surely – she’d still want more.

Jack reached out with surprising speed and grabbed her wrist, pulling her unhurt hand out of her blanket.

Mandy gasped as he lifted it to his mouth, touching her fingertips to his lips. Slowly, he swept his tongue over them. They were already damp with her arousal. He drew them past his teeth, tasting. Her heart sped as a golden gleam flashed in his half-hooded eyes and the ghost of a growl rose from his chest. “You taste just like you did in my dream.”

A fresh wave of heat warmed her cheeks, along with the rest of her body. His manly, woodsy scent was making her head spin, and that combined with the rough timbre of his voice threatened to send her over the edge.

He pulled her fingertips from his lips and reached for her.

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