Carnal 2
by Kate Hill
Series: Carnal
Format(s): Ebook
Heat Level: Erotic
Pairing(s): (M/F)(Multiple)
Genre/Themes: Paranormal
Length: Collection
Cover Art: Sahara Kelly
Purchase Links: Changeling Press
In a world where vampires and werewolves rule, danger and passion abound.
Carnal Temptation: Two common wolves and a vampire of royal blood overcome social barriers that threaten their newfound love.
Carnal Inheritance: A young vampire struggling to make ends meet inherits her father’s fortune — and two sexy wolf managers who turn out to be more than business advisers.
Carnal Interlude: The troubled new leader of a wolf pack finds help and love with a happily married vampire couple.
Carnal Obsession: A vampire tribal leader and two wolf guards burn all boundaries between wolves and vampires.
Publisher’s Note: Please note that not all genres and themes apply to the entire collection.
Excerpt:
“Honey, what do you think?” Falken asked, stepping out of the bathroom in his simple black dress pants and a shirt the same color blue as his eyes. In Vampiric style, he wore a gold pin at his throat. He looked incredibly sexy—both wild and refined. Briefly she forgot her anxiety about dinner and imagined tearing those subdued clothes off him and licking every inch of his powerful body.
“You look gorgeous,” she said.
“I feel like I’m suffocating.” He tugged at the pin.
“Stop fidgeting with that before you break it.”
A sly smile touched his lips, but at a low growl from her he let go of the pin.
“And put on your shoes and socks,” Felina ordered. “This isn’t the inn on the beach, you know. You can’t go to dinner barefoot.”
“I’m waiting until the last minute because the shoes aren’t comfortable. I feel so confined like this. It’s just not me.”
“It’s only for a couple of hours. This is Pax’s world, Falken. If we can’t handle it, then we don’t belong playing around with him.”
“Of course we can’t handle it. We’re common wolves. Hell, all we wanted was a little love and friendship. Now we’re dressing like a couple of Vampires and—“
Someone tapped on the door and Felina, walking carefully in the heels, approached to open it, hissing to Falken, “Put your shoes on!”
“All right. All right,” he muttered and reached for the offending articles.
She opened the door and Pax greeted her with a smile.
“You look beautiful,” he said, his appreciative gaze sweeping her.
“Thank you. You’re not so bad either.” She smiled. In truth he looked quite handsome in his elegant black shirt and trousers. He also wore a pin at his throat—a blood-red ruby set in gold. His glossy black hair was bound at his nape and unlike Falken, he appeared perfectly comfortable in the polished leather shoes.
Across the room, Falken grunted as he shoved his feet into his shoes, then stood, brushing his thick brown hair off his shoulders. Falken had the most beautiful hair—the kind a woman longed to run her fingers through.
“You look great too, Falken. You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in shoes.”
The younger man growled softly. “And after tonight you probably never will again.”
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