When A Beta Roars
by Eve Langlais
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Hayder's met his mate, there's just one little problem, she's allergic to cats.
How degrading. Stuck babysitting a woman because his alpha said so. As Pride Beta, he has better things to do with his time, like washing his impressive mane, hunting down thugs for fun, and chasing tail--sometimes his own if his lion is feeling playful.
But his babysitting job takes an unexpected turn when the woman he's assigned guard duty over turns out to be his mate.
A female threatened by an outside wolf pack.
A woman he wants to call his own.
A mate who doesn't fall for his charm.
Usually Beta's leave the roaring to the Pride's alpha, but in this case given his level of frustration, he might have to make an exception. And if anyone doesn't like it, they can kiss his furry tail.
Rawr!
EXCERPT:
Hayder didn’t bother checking the time when he left the
condo. He banged on the closest door and waited with arms crossed, foot
tapping. It opened a moment later on a tousled-hair Luna, who scowled.
“What do you want?”
“A lifetime supply of porterhouse steaks in my freezer.”
Like duh. What feline wouldn’t?
“Smartass.”
“Thank you. I knew those IQ tests I took in college were
wrong. But enough of my mental greatness, I need a favor.”
“I am not lending you my eighties greatest hits CDs again to
use for skeet practice,” she grumbled.
“That’s not a favor. That’s just making the world a better
place. No, I need you to watch Arabella’s place while I talk to the boss about
her situation.”
Obviously the rumor mill had been busy because Luna didn’t
question what he meant. “You really think those wolves would be stupid enough
to try something here?” Luna slapped her forehead. “Duh. Of course they are.
Must be something in their processed dog food that inhibits their brain
processes.”
“One, while I agree that pack is mentally defective, you
might want to refrain from calling them dogs or bitches or any other nasty
names in the near future.”
“Why? Aren’t you the one who coined the phrase ‘ass-licking,
eau de toilet fleabags’?”
Ah yes, one of his brighter inspirations after a few too
many shots of tequila. “Yeah. But that was in the past. If I’m going to be
mated to a wolf—”
“Whoa there, big guy. Back up. Mated? As in
dum-dum-dum-dum.” Luna hummed the wedding march and Hayder fought not to wince.
Knowing he’d found the one and admitting it in such final
terms were two different things. “Yes mated. To Arabella.”
“The girl who is allergic to you?” Luna needed the wall to
hold her up as she laughed. And laughed. Then cried as she laughed.
Meet the Author
Hello, my name is Eve and I am a Canadian author who loves to write hot romance, usually with werewolves, cyborgs or aliens.
I should warn you that I possess a twisted imagination and a sarcastic sense of humor something I like to let loose in my writing. I enjoy strong alpha males, and shifters. Lots of big, overprotective shifters. I am also extremely partial to aliens, the kind who like to abduct humans and then drive them insane...with pleasure. Do you like something a little darker? Then check out my cyborgs whose battle with humanity have captivated readers worldwide.
I love to write, and while I don't always know what my mind is going to come up with next, I can promise it will be fun, probably humorous and most of all romantic, because I love a happily ever after.
I can't wait to read this one! I loved the first!
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