Claiming
Their Royal Mate:
Part
One
Of
A Four-Part Serial
Andie
Devaux
Genre: Paranormal Erotic
Romance /
Menage
ASIN: B00NF11TB0
Number of pages: 63
Word Count: 18,000
Cover Artist: Cormar
Covers
Book Description:
Daniella Clark has never
fit in—a fact she’s always blamed on being adopted. But when her body is
overtaken by a need so fierce it defies human explanation, she turns to the one
man she instinctively knows must have the answers she seeks—her sexy-as-sin
neighbor. But his explanation isn’t one she can easily accept, and it means her
sexual heat won’t go away without his help.
But it turns out her
neighbor isn’t the only male she has to worry about. The prime of his people
has laid claim to her. And though he radiates sexuality in a way that makes her
mouth water, he’s more beast than man. With one weretiger charged to protect
her, and the prime's plan to claim her for his own, Daniella must fight to
maintain her sense of self, even while they fight for her.
Claiming Their Royal
Mate: Part One is an 18,000-word novella, and it is the first entry in a
four-part sexy, m/f/m serial. The story contains erotic situations and is
intended for mature readers.
Available at Amazon Free October 15-19
Excerpt
CHAPTER ONE
Holy crap.
How had she accumulated so many clothes that no longer fit?
Barely
keeping hold of the bags full of old clothes, Daniella Clark bumped her butt
into the door to push it open. Stepping into the hallway, she hit something
nearly as hard as the door—something that grunted at the contact. The bags
slipped from her fingers to land on the threshold. The hard body she’d run into
was attached to a large man blocking her doorway, and her glare didn’t seem to
ruffle him at all.
The jerk was
always in her way lately.
“Jeez. Way to
skulk around my door. What do you want, Owen?” Daniella asked, hating the
breathiness in her voice.
Her neighbor
stared at her for a moment, and his nostrils flared. Something passed behind
his gaze. Something that made her breath catch and tension build between her
legs. But just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone. And he shrugged,
arrogant mask engaged.
“I was just
passing by. Not my fault you didn’t look where you were going.”
The man was
seriously aggravating. She could hardly believe they’d been good friends the
last year, ever since she’d accidentally locked herself out of her apartment.
He’d been kind enough to give her a place to hang out while she’d waited for
the building’s superintendent to show up with the key. From then on, they’d
hung out at least once a week, sometimes more, depending on her schedule. That
is, up until a month ago.
“I’m getting
sick of you always being in my way, Owen.” She picked up the bags, needing
something to look at that wasn’t her ridiculously hot neighbor. Her attraction
to him itself was irritating because he wasn’t her type, even if he did make
her weak in the knees. His face was hard, chiseled and memorable, but his
features were too strong to be considered traditionally handsome—his nose too
Roman and his jaw a little too wide. Not to mention he rarely smiled at her
anymore, and she liked men who weren’t afraid to enjoy life.
Heck, that
was why she’d liked his company for so long—his easy laughter and quick wit.
Over the last month, it was as if he’d turned into a different man. One who
didn’t smile much and who was quick to anger.
She tried not
to take it personally, but the fact he’d just cut off their friendship, cold as
ice, made being the bigger person difficult.
His full head
of light brown hair was nice, if always a little too long—as if he were
constantly two weeks late to the barber. But he was far bigger than guys she
liked to date. Broad and muscled like a man who never left the gym. Although
she’d never actually seen him at the gym near their Denver apartment complex,
he had to work out somewhere. Men just didn’t achieve that level of muscle
naturally.
But despite
the fact he didn’t fit her usual mold, she found herself more than just a
little attracted to him.
Of course,
that was a hopeless cause if ever there was one. She’d seen his dates—all two
of them—since he’d moved into the building. They were both model thin, and
while she was usually pretty proud of her voluptuous form, no one would ever accuse
her of being waif-like.
Her
attraction had started with a tremor. Just the slightest quavering of her voice
when she spoke to him. Then, just when she’d started looking at him
differently, he’d shut down. Stopped talking to her, started making excuses for
why he couldn’t hang out with her anymore. But he always seemed to be around.
At her door when she walked out. Looking irritated to run into her in the
parking lot.
“I was
walking through a shared hallway. Would you prefer I jump out the window to get
to my truck?” A hint of a smile touched his lips, and her breath caught.
Freaking-A.
No way was a simple smile turning her on. She was really starting to dislike
her neighbor. “I’d love for you to jump out a window or two. Heck, I’ll even
help with a little push.”
And she
wasn’t lying. Sure, she wouldn’t really push a man out a window, but something
inside of her—the part that was continuously horny, lately—was also feeling
pretty violent. It came out at the weirdest times, and it took every ounce of
her self-control not to lash out. Probably she needed to go see her doctor
about a new birth control or something. Out of whack hormones were likely the
cause of her wild emotions.
Not that Owen
was helping. He’d chased off two of her dates in the last month. Not by doing
anything she could call him out for. No, he was too subtle for that. He’d just
drop in to borrow sugar—when she’d never once seen the man bake. Or he’d say he
thought he’d smelled gas coming from her apartment, and wanted to check. Then
he’d glower in a way that made her dates run for the hills.
And then he
started showing up at her apartment when she was feeling particularly…needy.
“Surely you
wouldn’t want to see me injured.” His nose flared again, as if he couldn’t get
enough of her smell. It was seriously disturbing.
Even more
disturbing was the sudden wetness between her legs and the tension coiling in
her belly. She really needed to get some if a man she didn’t even like could
get her engine revving by smelling her. “I wouldn’t bet on that.”
“You’ll be
happy I’m around, Daniella. Very soon.”
She tried to
shove past him, but he moved out of her way before they touched, quick for such
a large man. Part of her regretted the lack of contact, but the rest of her
thought that part was batshit crazy.
About
the Author:
Andie writes sexy erotic
romance and erotica stories that push boundaries. When she's not writing (or
reading!), she can usually be found daydreaming or attempting a new recipe. She
thinks that life should require happily ever afters. And since she doesn't make
the rules of life, she instead applies this philosophy to the worlds she can
control-the ones in her books.
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