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Becky’s Journey (Dragons of Feury #2)
by Khloe Wren
Erotic Paranormal Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing
Release Date: August 5, 2013
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count: 20,867
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The Land of Feury has a problem. A virus killed off all their females years ago and a solution is yet to be found. When a group of five unconscious females are found, hope for survival amongst the Dragon Shifters runs high.
Becky and her four best friends are escaping from their stressful everyday lives to go camping in the bush. Fate intervenes and while they are hiking they get whipped away through a portal to The Land of Feury.
Brothers, Drake and Savren, discover one of the females is their Desired. They excitedly set about wooing the strong willed, independent Becky. Their plans do not go smoothly, Becky is kidnapped by rebels and taken from them. Will they be able to rescue their Desired in time? Will they be able to convince the ever independent Becky that having bonded mates is a good thing?
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations (including BDSM and m/f/m menage) and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
Becky turned to follow the others and ran straight into a warm wall of muscle. With an umph she stumbled back, but before she could fall and land on her ass, a strong arm wrapped around her middle.
“Easy there, little one.”
The deep rumble in her ear lit her body up like a candle, while the words he spoke just pissed her off. At five foot seven and a size eighteen, she was not little by any ones standards.
“Get your hands off me.” She ground the words out.
The arm around her waist tightened, his fingers splayed out over her tummy before he caressed his way over to her hip, and then slid it down over her ass before releasing her.
“As you wish, little one.”
She spun to glare at this ogre of a man. “Stop calling me that. I am not little by any definition of the word.”
She watched as his hot hazel gaze slid down her body, her nipples tightened as his gaze brushed over them. One purple eyebrow rose up, as he obviously noticed her body’s reaction. He continued his visual journey all the way to her feet before heading back up. When his gaze locked back on hers she became breathless. Which pissed her off all over again. She was not some girly girl that tripped over herself because some hot guy showed some interest in her. Driving dump trucks around mines for the last few years had toughened her up even more than her four brothers had. Always a tomboy, Becky had never been able to stand macho-alpha-male bullshit. So many men thought they could strut around acting all tough and get whatever they wanted from whoever they wanted it from. Not on my watch baby, it just ain’t. Gonna. Happen.
“But you are. Compared to me and my younger brother you are indeed little. I can look clean over your head.”
Damn. The affect his velvety voice had on her was lethal. Suddenly, a warmth at her back got her attention. A large warm hand ran down her arm and took hold of her hand.
“Come, sweetheart, we need to head to the Dining Hall and get you fed. The others are waiting.”
Sweetheart…did he just call me sweetheart? Oh, these two were heading for an ass kicking all right. She tried to snatch her hand back but he wouldn’t release her, he just began moving down the hall. She dug her heels in.
“Let. Me. Go.”
Multi published author, Khloe Wren, started writing her first novel in high school, until it mysteriously disappeared from the family computer (her older brother was the lead suspect but nothing was ever proved). She didn’t put pen to paper again after that for a number of years but she did keep reading. Khloe has always loved all things paranormal: sexy vampires and sultry shifters have always been her favorites. So when she picked up writing again, it seemed only natural to write paranormal romance.
Khloe lives in country South Australia with her incredibly patient husband and two daughters. When she’s not sitting at her laptop writing, she’s spending time with family or friends, kicking butt in karate or feeding her addictions of reading, eating chocolate and drinking Coke.
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