My shape-shifter collection, “Doggy Tales,” is now available from Siren-BookStrand. This excerpt is from the story “A Nearly Cat-astrophic Christmas.”
[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Romance, werewolves, shape-shifters, HEA]
Feisty, opinionated women. Hunky, hardheaded, shape-shifting men. In Doggy Tales when the sexual heat cranks up, the fur flies. In these five shape-shifter stories, members of the Tampa Bruin wolf pack (including a panther cousin) find love and claim their mates.
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Dog Walk [M/F, contemporary, paranormal, werewolves] Ivan wanted a morning run. Was that too much to ask? When he crosses paths with Lindsey, he knows she holds the leash to his heart.
Doggy Style [M/F, contemporary, paranormal, werewolves] Genna wanted a new start. Jeremy needed revenge. Neither expected to find love. Can Jeremy save Genna when his plan goes terribly awry?
In the Doghouse [M/F, contemporary, paranormal, werewolves] Jeremy knows he screwed up. All he has to do is convince Genna he’s sorry.
Puppy Dog Eyes [M/F, contemporary, paranormal, werewolves] Tessa lusts after coworker Scudder. She doesn’t know he feels the same, and it’s more than puppy love.
A Nearly Cat-astrophic Christmas [M/F, contemporary, paranormal, werewolves] Ivan’s cousin, panther shifter Frank, falls for Tessa’s cousin, Kaylie.
Note: This is a five-part book in one volume. Three of the tales were previously published elsewhere and have been expanded and extensively revised. Two of the tales are new original work.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.
(If you purchased the individual stories “Dog Walk” and “Doggy Style,” you’ll still want to get this volume. Those two stories were completely revamped, including plot changes, and there are two brand new stories as well.
He was taking a huge chance. The only reason he did was because he knew, one thousand percent, that she was meant to be his mate.
“Scudder is a shape-shifter like me. Well, sort of like me. He’s a canine. I’m a feline.”
Startled, Kaylie’s face went blank for a moment before she started laughing. “That’s a good one. Riiight. Shape-shifter. Sure. I think that orgasm fried your brain.”
He realized his cock was still sheathed by the used condom. He yanked it off and threw it on the floor to deal with later. Then he closed his eyes and shifted.
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Kaylie’s laugh died in her throat, followed by something she thought might have sounded like a strangled scream, except she couldn’t seem to force any air into her lungs. A huge panther with blue eyes and blond fur the same color of Frank’s now sat on the end of the bed where Frank had just been.
Frozen in place by fear and disbelief, she realized she couldn’t move as the large cat silently stalked up the bed again until it lay between her legs, its chin now resting on her belly.
And as it started vibrating, she realized it was purring.
How had her evening gone from mind-blowing sex to something out of a horror movie? “Nice…kitty?” she whispered, too terrified to move.
She swore the beast smiled at her.
Kaylie excused herself to the bathroom. She couldn’t believe the lack of self-control she had over this man. She was already a wet mess.
I should have brought spare panties.
Fuck it, hopefully her panties would be off by the end of the evening. She’d even brought a few condoms with her in case things worked out the way she hoped. If it made her a slut, she didn’t care. Just the fact that he turned her crank the way he did was good enough for her. She’d been over a year without a man in her bed and was sick of being alone.
She returned to their table and caught his amused smile.
“What?” she asked as she took her seat.
He leaned in and nipped her earlobe. “You are a wet, wet girl, aren’t you?”
Her body heated at the purring tone of his voice. How the hell could he purr when he hadn’t said any r’s was beyond her, but he did.
She managed a squeaky, “Uh-huh!”
“Would you like to go back to my place?”
She started to stand when he chuckled and placed a staying hand on her shoulder. “I meant after dinner.”
He looked at her before bursting out into gales of laughter. “I guess you’re right.”
They were practically ripping each other’s clothes off before he even kicked his front door shut behind them.
“I don’t normally do this,” he rumbled against the base of her throat where his tongue was doing delicious things to her libido even without any contact with the more sensitive regions of her erogenous zones. “I don’t normally take a woman home on the first date.”
“Neither do I,” she gasped, “but I don’t care!”
He scooped her up into his arms and carried her into his bed. He was totally naked by the time he pounced on her and pushed her legs apart. She heard the rip of fabric, and then he tossed the remnants of her panties over his shoulder onto the floor.
“I’ll buy you new ones,” he said before his head disappeared beneath her skirt.
She fell back to the pillows, moaning, his tongue rasping along her clit and dissolving conscious thought. Shirt and bra off and somewhere on the living room floor, she realized he was making a purring sound as he licked and sucked at her pussy.
“You…taste…sooo…good,” he murmured between strokes.
She moaned in reply, unable to speak as the first of several orgasms wiped out her fine motor skills for a few minutes.
When he finally came up for air, he pulled her skirt down and flipped her over, pulling her up to her knees and yanking her skirt the rest of the way off.
She heard the sound of a condom, then the biggest, hardest cock she’d ever felt started slowly pressing for entrance.
Fists buried in the pillows, she fucked herself back onto his enormous rod. “Oohhh god, yes!” she screamed as yet another orgasm washed over her.
He held still inside her until she recovered, then he started moving again, slowly at first, then picking up speed and force until his thighs slapped against the back of hers and she felt like her body would never stop rippling in waves of pleasant passion.
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