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Cardiff is the capital and largest city in Wales and the tenth largest city in the United Kingdom (Wikipedia).

My first visit to Cardiff was a short one, just to the University for an open day for my daughter. That day I was more interested in finding a parking space than looking around me. But a while back I revisited Cardiff and I fell in love with the city in a single day.

Cardiff is quieter than London, smaller for sure! The day we visited there was a Rugby game (England / Wales) and there were thousands of visitors descending on the city, focusing in on restaurants and also the beautiful Millennium Stadium. But this didn’t start until late afternoon so the morning was spent wondering the shops and doing Christmas shopping.

Cardiff central itself sprawls this way and that, and it seems every time you turn a corner there is a new street with shops, or a small parade linking roads. The parades are narrow and full of shops like arts and crafts, painting, cafes and small boutiques – the kind of small streets that you can spend a lazy time visiting with regular stops for a cup of tea! When we visited it was geared up for Christmas shopping, the castle all lit up and decorations in all the shops.

I have always had this idea of a prince and a bodyguard and the idea probably stems back to Prince William and his time at Edinburgh. He must have had bodyguards, but he always said he wanted his time to be low key. Prince Lucien is the kind of prince who just wants to blend in and having a bodyguard is more of a hindrance, although completely necessary.

Where to set my university was a no brainer. Given my daughter is now at Cardiff Uni I had a ready supply of detail and you can never sniff at that! I describe Cardiff in the book, as I see it, and if you ever get a chance to go visit you should. It’s gorgeous and has so much history at every turn!

Which UK city would you like to visit?


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Max and The Prince – Bodyguards Inc, book 3

Book 1 – Bodyguard To A Sex God

Book 2 – The Ex Factor

Bodyguard Max Connery is used to being mistaken for being younger than he is.

Being carded every time he buys a beer is usual. Even though he’s just turned twenty eight and has two tours in Afghanistan as a pilot under his belt.

When a threat is made on the life of a prince attending University in the UK, Max is the perfect choice to blend in with students and to keep Prince Lucien safe. Even if it means joining the swim team to be by his side.

But, when death visits the University, abruptly this job is a long way past keeping the prince happy and safe. Instead Max has to keep Lucien alive.

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About RJ

RJ Scott has been writing since age six, when she was made to stay in at lunchtime for an infraction involving cookies. She was told to write a story and two sides of paper about a trapped princess later, a lover of writing was born.

As an avid reader herself, she can be found reading anything from thrillers to sci-fi to horror. However, her first real true love will always be the world of romance where she takes cowboys, bodyguards, firemen and billionaires (to name a few) and writes dramatic and romantic stories of love and passion between these men.

With over seventy titles to her name and counting, she is the author of the award winning book, The Christmas Throwaway. She is also known for the Texas series charting the lives of Riley and Jack, and the Sanctuary series following the work of the Sanctuary Foundation and the people it protects.

Her goal is to write stories with a heart of romance, a troubled road to reach happiness, and most importantly, that hint of a happily ever after.






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The first swimmer dived in at the whistle and CU pulled ahead as Kev set a good pace, the changeover was slick, the second in the team clean into the water, and time slowed so Lucien could see every single moment of Max. The tension in his muscles, the readiness in his taught tight figure, the soft bounce of his knees, the way his blond hair fell over his forehead. He was probably so pissed that he was even swimming today, his big bad bodyguard desire to protect undermined by Billy’s pesky torn tendon.

In his head Lucien counted the strokes as the second came closer and when he touched the side Max entered the water with barely a splash, diving and traveling the longest way under water before coming to the surface and settling into a strong breast stroke. He wasn’t the fastest, but he was strong and determined and as part of the team they bought home the win.

Lucien could only hope he’d do the same in his own race. And he thanked the heavens he was down this end of the pool when Max lifted himself out. The sight of that blond hair and the water running from Max’s slim strong body was enough to drive Lucien mad.

And there it went again. Time to grab his towel and hide his burgeoning erection…

“You’re up next,” Kev said next to him. That was enough of a shock to get Lucien out of his self destructive head space. He’d stared for so long he’d missed the woman’s race. He’d probably been standing there with a dumb ass expression on his face.

So much for self respect.


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 Book one in the Mercenary Love series

When their worlds collide, two men with nothing in common learn that love sometimes does conquer all…well, love and some military training… 

When ex-mercenary Sinclair Alverston spots celebrity chef Callum Turner at a bar, he has no idea how the encounter will completely change his life. Certainly one slim blond with green eyes and a lot of attitude shouldn’t be able to twist Sinclair completely around his finger.

Callum doesn’t know what to think about Sin’s overprotective, domineering behaviour, but the man is hot, so he succumbs to his attraction. When Sinclair tries to take over all aspects of his life, Callum is forced to take a stand and explain to his bossy lover that, although protective instincts are good, obsession will get his ass kicked to the kerb.

However, when a fan turns into a stalker, Callum has no choice but to let his lover take over his security to keep him safe. All he can hope is, in the long run, their relationship will thrive and Callum can continue tempting Sin.



Sin turned to see a red-haired man sliding onto the stool beside him. He’d played with the guy before. His name was Nate, or Ned, or something. He gave the guy a speculative glance, trying to decide if it was better to cut his losses for the night and settle for Mr Get-MeOff-Now, or wait and see if there were better prospects. His mother had always said, ‘You don’t find Mr Right at a skanky bar’. Of course, she’d said that to his sister, but the same rules applied.

He’d almost decided to settle for the offered invitation when a stir in the crowd grabbed his attention. A slim blond walked through a group of dancers, and Sin’s heart flipped in his chest. Although he usually went for men in the six-foot and taller range, there was something sweet and vulnerable about the beautiful man who would only be six feet tall if he stood on a footstool and wore shoes with really thick soles. What he wore instead were black leather boots, a matching black leather jacket, and a pair of jeans so tight Sin discovered a new religion and was ready to worship at its denim-clad altar.

As he stared, the fascinating creature approached the bar and settled several stools down from him. Trying to be unobtrusive, he kept an eye on the new object of his lust as the stranger talked to the bartender. A moment later a cold bottle of water was passed over and money exchanged hands. The man moved with an unconscious grace, and Sin would’ve happily paid money to see him dance. The blond’s sleek, lightly-muscled body and smooth unblemished skin made Sin want to make marks of his own…with his teeth.

“No, thank you,” he said absently to the redhead still waiting for a reply.

His almost-fuck-of-the-night followed Sin’s gaze. “If you’re holding out for Callum, you’re wasting your time,” he said bitterly.

Sin tore his gaze away from the gorgeous blond. “Why? Is he already taken?”

“No. He’s just picky.”

“Excellent. So am I.”

He waved a hand, shooing the other man away. He didn’t have time for jealous twinks, and he didn’t want any company to deter the gorgeous god of his dreams. As if he could sense Sin’s stare, Callum locked gazes with him.

Sin gave Callum a cool nod. He wanted to appear interested, not desperate, despite the fact his cock was banging at his zipper and begging to come out and play.

For the first time in a long while, the thrill of the hunt surged through Sin as the slim blond trailed his fingers across his bottle of water. He could almost hear the debate going through Callum’s head on whether or not to approach him. Deciding a little encouragement might be needed, Sin crooked his finger at his prey. There was no way he was going to let this one get away over a bit of miscommunication. Although he couldn’t see the colour of Callum’s eyes, Sin almost burned from the heat of his stare.

After several moments, Callum smiled and, like a slinky cat, sauntered towards him.

Halfway to Sin, Callum’s eye colour came into focus.


The man who’d caught his eye—and, even rarer, his imagination—had brilliant greenblue eyes, an eye colour Sin had never seen before. Fascinated, he watched Callum approach.

Callum’s heart beat with thundering speed. The sexiest guy in the room was watching at Callum like he had an aching sweet tooth and Callum was made entirely out of candy.

Keeping his steps slow and languorous, he approached the gorgeous stranger while trying to remember all the tips about walking sexy that an ex-stripper had once taught him.

Judging from the heat in the man’s eyes, he was doing everything right.

“Good evening,” he said as Callum reached him.

Callum took a sip of his water to wet his dry throat. “Good evening.”

He stood up, and Callum took a surprised step back. Sitting, he had looked big— standing, he was fucking enormous.

Callum’s modest five-foot-nine frame barely came to the stranger’s shoulder.

“I’m Sinclair Alverston,” he said, holding out his hand. “But everyone calls me Sin.”

Callum took a deep breath before shaking Sin’s hand. He had a piercing gaze that would make a tiger feel like prey. A tingle went through Callum at the skin-to-skin contact.


“Callum Turner,” he said, trying to keep the excited tremor out of his voice. Sin was the sexiest thing he’d seen in a long while, and if the heat of their handshake was any indication, he would be more than willing to follow Callum home.

Sin used their joined hands to yank Callum closer. Leaning over, he spoke directly into his ear. “You are exactly what I’ve been searching for.”

Callum swallowed the moisture flooding his mouth. Now he understood the phrase ‘struck by lightning’. Sexual energy arced between them, racing back and forth across their clasped hands. It took all of Callum’s self-control to resist the urge to drop to his knees and worship the sexy god who’d chosen him for the evening. “People call you Sin?”

“All the time,” Sin purred. “Want to come home with me and I can show you how I live up to the name?”

Callum shook his head. It might be a deal-breaker, but his rule was firm. “I don’t go home with strange guys. You can come to my house, but I don’t go to strangers’ homes. I had a bad experience once.”

Tuesday Teaser!

Sorry I’ve been a bit off this month. I’m trying to get back into the habit of posting. I’ve not been posting my blog story because I really think it needs a complete overhaul. I’ll try and wrap it up in the next few weeks then rewrite it entirely later :)

I don’t remember if I”ve posted this or not. It’s from my tri-form mate series (Nope I don’t have any of them out yet) Do you hear my evil laughter?

This is unedited.


Dez spun through the crowd, sweat poured down his naked chest. His shirt had vanished beneath eager hands an hour ago and he hadn’t seen it since. He didn’t know how long he’d been dancing, but thirst drove him toward the bar. He could sense his brothers milling about the club’s perimeter. He could’ve told them not to bother but they wouldn’t deny mother.

His brothers didn’t dare leave Dez alone. If something were to happen to him while he was out clubbing their mother would blame his brothers, a benefit and hazard of being the baby of the family.

Swinging his hips, he shimmied his way to the bar. A few patrons turned to glare at him for cutting but one look and they all but pushed the others away to allow him in front. Dez winked at the bear shifter who shoved the others out of the way to make room.

The bartender grinned at Dez, his gaze slid across Dez’ eight pack abs. “What can I get for you pretty kitty?”

“A bottle of water.”

Dez dipped his fingers into his pocket for his change, tugging his pants to his hipbones and baring a strip of skin.

“Oh it’s on me beautiful,” the bartender said, sliding a bottle across the bar.

“Thanks,” Dez flashed a seductive look through his lashes. He snatched up the bottle then danced his way back to the middle of the crowd.

“He’d piss his pants if he knew your other self,” a deep voice rumbled behind him.

Dez spun around and grinned. “True brother dear, very true.”

His oldest brother Maton smiled back exposing rows of sharp teeth. Dez could see the dragon just beneath the surface pushing to come out. Even in a room full of shifters Maton was the top predator.

“You need to go?” Dez was enjoying himself but he’d leave in a second if his brother had any problems controlling his dragon. He might like to poke and prod his siblings but they were there for each other if needed.

Maton shook his head. “No you can stay another hour or so before I need to leave.”

“I could just leave with someone,” Dez eyed the crowd hopefully.

Maton snorted. “You could probably convince any of them to take you home but the morning after would suck and not in a good way.”

Dez’s shoulders slumped. “Yeah.”

“Hey,” Maton patted Dez’s back with a reassuring pat that would’ve realigned any other shifter’s spine. “You know if you wanted to hook up in the club we’d look the other way, we just can’t let them take you off the property.”

“I know.” Their mother would worry about his safety but frankly he just wanted one night sleeping in a lover’s arms. At this rate he’d turn the millennial mark and still not have had sex.

“Don’t give up hope. You’re still a baby. Maybe after a few more centuries we’ll find you a mate.”

Dez rolled his eyes. “Yeah, like I’d take advice from you. When’s the last time you’ve been laid.”

He danced back through the crowd before his brother could speak again. Maton meant the best but dragons didn’t understand romance. Maton was the only brother who was a single animal shifter. All the rest of them were a mix of different shifters. Maton was one hundred percent dragon.

Every hundred years their mother laid another egg with a different shifter. Once Maton’s father died their mother wouldn’t bond with another dragon. Apparently he hadn’t been a nice man and she refused to put herself into that situation again. Now that she’d passed her fertile stage Dez would always be her youngest.

He hadn’t told anyone but he’d be meeting his mate soon. The winds had whispered the news to him. He’d seen shadows in his dreams and portents followed him into his day. Dragons believed in the fates even if they didn’t believe in forever mates. Dez’ lion half smirked at the dragon inside him. Being a dual beast shifter gave him split personality. Most dual shifters went insane and had to be put down. Dragons were the strongest and one of the few creatures that could combine with others without losing their mind.

To other shifters Dez smelled like a lion, his dragon buried deep inside. Most people never learned of Dez’ dragon half. The larger beast only came out when Dez became angry. Being a dragon wasn’t a comfortable sensation, only the flying part made it worthwhile. The rest of it was a large angry beast with little civility.

Midway through the crowd, Dez froze.

What was that?

He scanned the crowd. Nothing. He took another deep breath. Past the stench of sweaty bodies lay the sweet smell of damp leaves and peppermint. Not a combination of scents that usually made him hard.

A low purr rolled up his throat.

“Hmm, come be my pretty kitty.” a bear shifter grabbed Dez and yanked him close.

A shudder of distaste rippled through him. “Maybe later.”

He slithered out of the stranger’s hold. The lion had his body rejecting the touch. When the bear reached for him again, Dez’ inner dragon flared, he could feel it pushing out.

“Whoa, my mistake!” The bear shifter raised his hands to indicate peace then quickly rushed away to be swallowed by the crowd.

Yep, his dragon half always scared away the unwanted. He wondered how his fully dragon mother lured men to her side. Dez’ dragon had always scared off other males not coaxed them closer. Maybe he’d ask her for dating advice.

Or not.

Still, something in the air appealed to both sides of Dez. The lion wanted to hunt it down and lick it while his dragon wanted to devour. From stories he’d heard from his lion father he would’ve thought it was his mate but dragons didn’t have mates. Ice slithered down his spine. He had to get out of there. He’d made a mistake in coming tonight. He wasn’t ready to meet his fate.

Dez motioned to his brothers. Their predetermined signal had them quickly closing rank. “What’s up?” Cort, Dez’ second oldest brother frowned, concern poured off of him. “Someone bugging you?”

“I-I think my mate is here. I need to go.”

Cort grabbed Dez’ arm. “You should go talk to him.”

Dez’ mouth dropped open. “Really? You want to explain to mom how I ran off with my mate? She’ll pop a scale.”

“You’ve always wanted a mate.” Cort didn’t let things go. He was the type to wear something into the ground with his heel then stomp on it a few more times to make sure it wouldn’t move again.

“I do but not at the cost of mother ripping off his head. You know she thinks I’m barely a step away from diapers.”

“True,” Cort agreed.

He didn’t speak again until they’d all assembled on the roof. They didn’t strictly need a spot to take off from but a little elevation helped.

“What’s true?” Manton stepped to his right blocking him from anyone else.

“That mother wouldn’t approve of a mate.”

Manton snorted. “Not unless he came with a treaty or a shiny jewel. Something she can’t resist.”

Cort shook his head. “Mom’s shiniest jewel is Dez. We’ve got to get him home.”

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Sometimes werewolves are the good guys.

Kaden has always dreamt of cooking. His family scoffs at his wish to help out the war effort and think he’s wasting himself by joining a pack.

Gage is the Alpha of his pack and loves his mate Russ with everything he has. But, although the beta wolf loves him back, Gage isn’t Russ’ mate. In a quirk of nature, their bond is one-sided, and while Gage holds as tightly as he can, he can feel his lover slipping away.

Russ loves his Alpha, but a piece of him always longs for what could be. He doesn’t want to hurt his lover—but how much better would life be if he could have a mate of his own?

Three men with different goals discover the difference between love and mating, and how sometimes, what you want may not necessarily be what you need.




Kaden arrived at the pack kitchen first thing in the morning, eager to start his day. If images of the alpha had followed him into his dreams, he wasn’t going to let his mind relive those encounters. He didn’t want others to smell the scent of lust pouring from him while he scrubbed the dishes—they might get the impression he got an odd thrill over dish soap.

Not given to self-deception, Kaden had to acknowledge the alpha’s appeal. And if Russ tried to hit on Kaden again, he was going to punch the guy in the nose. How dare he try to cheat on the gorgeous alpha? Anyone with eyes could see that Gage adored the creep.

Although… When he remembered Russ licking clean his wound, Kaden could allow that maybe he wasn’t too bad. At any rate, Kaden vowed to make the alpha the best breakfast ever if Denel would allow him to.

He set to work making the muffins that his grandmother had sworn contained little bits of heaven in each bite. Kaden suspected it was really the sugar-coated blueberries that added that extra bit of flavour, but he never argued with Nana.

In the end, it turned out Denel had fallen behind schedule, so he gave Kaden the task of taking breakfast to the alpha’s meeting. Kaden smiled when Denel let him include his muffins on the cart.

“It never hurts to give them more than they can eat,” Denel said. Kaden recognised the voice of experience when he heard it and quickly nodded his agreement with the manager.

Using equal parts of patience and muscle, Kaden manhandled the food cart over a treacherous path filled with rocks, puddles and mud. A few times he worried that the entire thing would topple over, but eventually he made it. Smiling, he stopped at the entrance to the alpha’s tent and nodded to the guards.

“I have food for the meeting,” Kaden said with a tentative smile.

The guard on the right leered at him. “Aren’t you too pretty to be serving food, or is there something else you’re offering on the side?”

Kaden scowled at him. “I’m only serving breakfast.” As a gamma he should’ve bowed and offered himself to the other man. Most gammas were addicted to pleasing others. Unfortunately for the guard, Kaden didn’t fall into the category of the usual gamma. If the man had taken one more step forward Kaden he’d have shown him the results of the self-defence lessons his father had forced him to take.

The wolf licked his lips. “That’s a shame. You be sure to let me know if you change your mind.”

“I’ll be sure to put my foot up your ass if you ever touch him,” Russ growled as he appeared in the tent’s opening. Kaden watched in shock as the prime beta grabbed the flirting wolf and all but threw him across the yard. As the soldier hit the hard earth with a disturbing cracking noise, the beta wolf gave Kaden a dazzling smile. “Come on in. That smells wonderful.”

Russ held the tent flap open for Kaden, who swore he heard the other man sniff him as he entered. Surely he’d imagined it. Maybe Russ hadn’t eaten earlier and liked the smell of the food? After a quick glance around, Kaden’s gaze settled on the alpha. Gage sat at a table with four other men—their assembled guards standing in a semi-circle behind them. Kaden knew the guards would grab something to eat when they were off duty, but he still had a twinge of guilt for feeding only half of the hungry men in the tent.

Oddly enough, seeing Alpha Gage settled his nerves. Despite his dreams of the night before, there was something soothing about the man. Kaden had to fight the urge to slide down to the floor and sit at his feet. To keep his mind off that tempting image, he pulled out trays of eggs and slabs of ham and the large carafe of coffee to be arranged buffet-style then placed a basket of his muffins in the middle of the table with butter and jam.

“Did you make these, young Kaden?” Alpha Gage asked.

“Yes, sir.” Kaden swallowed trying to get moisture in his dry throat. When the alpha smiled at him, prickles of need spiked up his spine and he had to think unsexy thoughts to keep his cock in control.

“They’re very good,” Russ broke into Kaden’s thoughts with the comment. Apparently, while he’d been staring moon-eyed at Alpha Gage, everyone else had tasted his muffins. For a minute he contemplated kissing the man his thanks, but he realised in time that the alpha probably wouldn’t appreciate his behaviour.

“Thank you.” He quickly retrieved more plates for the group. Denel had told him how many to expect. However, when one of the soldiers pinched his ass and made him drop a fork, the offender was quickly pinned to the support post by Russ wrapping a hand around his throat.

“Did you see his arm band?” Russ asked in a deceptively gentle voice.

The soldier couldn’t speak or even move his head to agree or disagree. That didn’t matter as the beta answered the question for him. “It is green, which means he’s kitchen staff. He’s not your personal sex toy or plaything. He’s to be respected for doing his job. Do you understand?” Russ snarled and banged the man’s head against the wooden post with each word. Kaden looked nervously at the tent walls, hoping they wouldn’t collapse on them.

“I don’t think he’s going to understand if you bash his head in,” Kaden said dryly. He cast an imploring look at Gage, who merely raised an amused eyebrow at him.

Kaden dared to give him a scowl before grabbing Russ’ arm. “Let him go, please.”

Russ dropped the man like a sack of potatoes. “Apologise,” he snarled.

“I’m sorry, Prime Beta.” The offender shook beneath Russ’ scowl.

“Not to me, you idiot—to him,” Russ growled, pointing to Kaden.

The soldier took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, gamma, for assaulting you.”

Kaden looked at Russ to see him watching him closely. “Um. Okay.”

He heard Gage laugh and Kaden glared again at the alpha, who only looked back in amusement. Shaking his head at the pair, Kaden laid out the rest of the meal and quickly beat his retreat.

“I expect you to come and pick up the trays in one hour,” Gage demanded before he left.

“Yes, sir,” Kaden said. His traitorous mind pondered all the things he would like to be doing with the sexy alpha an hour from then.

Gage watched as the little gamma pushed out his cart before Gage helped himself to the meal he’d prepared. He’d also been ready to beat the crap out of Matt for touching the kitchen boy. No one should have to put up with being mauled while trying to do their job.

It was a struggle for Gage to cast the sweet man in the role of seducer when he practically ran for the hills when Russ got too close. In fact, the only time Kaden appeared calm was when he looked at Gage. He had to admit he was surprised that Kaden could meet his eyes when most betas couldn’t even glance at his face…much less the gammas.

Russ still let out the occasional growl when Matt wandered too close.

“Shit! I said I was sorry, Russ. You don’t have to keep beating me up over it. I won’t touch the kitchen staff again…although I don’t know why. That man is fine.”

Gage shook his head as Russ grabbed Matt by his neck and slammed his head into the tent pole again before tossing the unconscious beta to the floor.

“Subtle!” Gage said.

“He doesn’t understand subtle,” Russ growled.

They finished the meeting while polishing off the delicious food. Gage really enjoyed the gamma’s muffins. He knew the others lingered just to have another bite or two from the breadbasket.

“I like that new boy. He makes great food. I heard he made that soup last night,” Carlos, one of the pack betas, declared as he breathed in the aroma of the warm muffin.

Russ nodded like a proud poppa. “He did. He’s really talented.”

Gage felt a corresponding level of pride. What was wrong with him? How come he didn’t want to rip out the gamma’s throat? Instead, he wanted to let the young wolf curl up by his feet. One of his biggest fears abated somewhat. At least if he had to share Russ, he could tolerate their third. The young gamma would never try to battle either man for dominance. Kaden was the type to know his place and be content in it…

An explosion rocked the camp.

They raced outside. Gage’s heart slammed against his chest when he saw the kitchen building on fire. Enormous flames shot from the roof. Gage would bet money the kitchen stove’s gas tank had exploded.

“No!” Russ screamed. Shifting into his wolf form, he raced towards the blazing building.

Moon Pack Monday

From the characters from Judging Jager!


Ryder scanned the club and growled. No sign of his lover anywhere.

“He’ll be here.”

He spun around at the sound of his brother’s voice. Dare slid another beer toward him.

“Of course he’ll be here,” Ryder growled. A slight disturbance in the crowd, a hushed noise drew his attention to the front door. Only one person caused that much head turning other than the alpha mate and he’d seen Anthony go into Silver’s office a few minutes ago.

Jager walked through the crowd, like the runway model he used to be. Catching sight of Jager he smiled giving an luminous glow to his beautiful face.

“Your mate is one good looking man,” Dare said.

A low growl from his left had Ryder laughing. “I don’t think your mate appreciates your comment.”

Dare made a dismissive noise. “My mate knows where my heart is.”

“He also knows where your eyes are,” Steven growled.

Ryder laughed at the wolf shifter’s tone. No one could doubt Steven’s devotion but Dare lived to tweak his mate’s tail.

While they talked Jager headed toward him. He came to a stop when someone grabbed his arm. Ryder didn’t bother to hold back his instincts. Pushing his way forward he wrapped his fingers around the pushy man’s throat. “If I were you I’d release my mate.”

The wolf shifter opened his hand to let Jager go.

“Thank you.” Ryder lifted the stranger up and punted him across the bar. His flight stopped when he crunched against the far wall.

Jager cleared his throat. “Not that I don’t appreciate you defending my honor but he was just asking me where I got my outfit.”

Ryder examined Jager’s tight fitting pants and soft, body hugging shirt. “Trust me babe, it was only an excuse to touch you.”

“Well he won’t make that mistake again,” Jager’s eyes danced with amusement.

“No he won’t.” Ryder held out his arm for Jager to take. “How about I get you a nice cold drink and you can tell me all the ways you prefer tigers to wolves?”

Jager laughed. “I don’t know. If I list them all your head might not fit out the door.”

“I’m sure I can manage some how.” Ryder wrapped Jager in his arms protecting him from the jostling crowds. He only had one important job in the world—protecting his mate. Dipping his head the captured Jager’s lips with his own. No one tasted like his mate. He’d once thought wolf shifters were inferior but Jager and in some ways Steven had changed his mind. Most of the Moon Pack were pretty good people and if sometimes he felt the need for fellow tigers he always had his brother to watch his back.

“What are you thinking?” Jager asked when they finally broke apart for air.

Ryder kissed Jager’s forehead. “I was thinking I’m lucky to have found you.” He’d come to find his brother and found his heart instead. “Now let’s go upstairs and I can remind you who you belong to.”

“With. Who I belong with you insufferable cat.” Jager glared at him. “I’m not property.”

Ryder smiled. “You can call it anything you want as long as you’re mine.”

Sweet Jager still didn’t understand Ryder’s possessive streak. Ryder would kill anyone who hurt Jager and not feel a twinge of remorse. Jager was more than his better half he was his everything.

Jager sighed and rested his head on Ryder’s shoulder. “I love you even when you’re possessive.”

“Then you must love me all the time.” Ryder cuddled his mate close and started moving Jager to the music. “Just like mates should.”

They moved across the club dancing to a slow, sexy beat. Ryder breathed in his mate’s heady scent certain he would never find a more perfect moment in his life.

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Scary mutants with an agenda kidnap Calvin’s sister. In return for getting her back Calvin is asked to bring Anthony the man he’s doing some carpentry work for to the mutant leader. Alesandro is a vampire consultant there to help Anthony with his hotel project. When the two meet sparks fly but will betrayal drive a wedge between two men fated to be together?



Alone with the vamp, Cal’s nerves trembled. He didn’t mind Anthony watching him, because he could feel his gaze was admiring, not offensive, but the vampire looked at him like he was Al’s next lunch.

With a vampire, that was a real possibility.

“Relax, handsome.” Alesandro’s voice was smoky, like good jazz. It made Cal want to wrap himself in the other man’s essence and stay a while. Only the knowledge he would soon betray the vampire’s friend kept him from jumping the handsome vamp.

Calvin snuck another look at Alesandro. Fuck, he could almost come from the sight of those gorgeous green eyes alone. Alesandro had that whole sexy vampire thing going, with short black hair lying shiny and smooth across his well-shaped head, large mesmerizing green eyes, and a tall, slim body that made everything in Calvin ache. However, it was the power pouring off the other man and engulfing him with pulsing desire that made him want to slam Alesandro against the wall and grind against the vampire until they both came. Images of different sexual positions possible in an enclosed area kept him hard and aching as he measured the space and calculated time for his projects. He hid his erection by turning his back to Alesandro and sketching rough estimates in his notebook. He wondered briefly if vampires could really read minds.

A low chuckle drew his attention back to Alesandro’s face.

“Is there something you’re trying to hide from me?” The vampire pinned him with a cool look. Calvin’s dick got harder beneath those stunning green eyes even as relief filled him. If the vampire couldn’t read his mind then Calvin wouldn’t have to worry about blocking his thoughts. He was still trying to figure out how to grab the blond from his cadre of bodyguards, and the clock was ticking.

He needed a little diversion.

“I’m sure there are all kinds of things I’m trying to hide from you,” he confessed. “Right now, it’s the condition of my cock.”

Leaning over, Calvin took a final measurement. If he wiggled a little more than necessary to distract the vamp, neither of them mentioned it. The heat flaring in Alesandro’s eyes when he glanced back should’ve set off the newly installed smoke detectors.

“Now that I know what Anthony is looking for, I can get the rest of these started tomorrow and finished by the end of next week. I’ll build up the bedframes so that the vampire beds will fully recess below and lock from the inside. I’ll also adjust them to fit a feather-top mattress so vampires can have comfort as well as safety. Anyone looking in the room will see an empty raised bed unless, of course, the vampire brings a human companion, in which case they can sleep in the upper bed without crushing the one below. The bed skirt will hide the lower compartment so it won’t be in view and Anthony mentioned only security-cleared maids will have access to the beds. The custom fireplace for the lobby will take a few weeks to carve, and the design he wants on the stairway could take up to a month. Do you think he’ll have a problem with that?”

Alessandro shrugged. “I’ll ask him tomorrow. What about the bar?”

Calvin straightened from his position crouched on the floor. “What about the bar?”

“Anthony wants wolves carved along the edge of the bar to represent his lover’s pack.”

“Cool. I can do wolves. In fact, if you get me pictures, I can even make it look like members of the pack.” Calvin first dreamed of being an artist before responsibility demanded he learn his grandfather’s woodworking skills. When the old man died, he’d left Calvin alone with his younger sister and a rich woodcarving heritage. Unfortunately, it was the only thing they inherited besides a small house and a set of kick ass carving tools. He pushed to the back of his mind the fact he wouldn’t be there to do the project, no matter how enticing. When he betrayed Anthony, he was certain the pack alpha would investigate very quickly. Once Silver found out that Calvin betrayed his mate, his chances of staying alive weren’t very good.

If only he could stay and work with Anthony. The thought of betraying the man who wanted to make a place for all para-kind ate at his gut. Not only was it a good project but the guy was really nice. From the first day, well, after the alpha’s death threat, everyone on staff treated him like he was one of the pack instead of an outside guy doing a little work. Unfortunately, with his sister’s life on the line, blood would win over friendship every time. He couldn’t afford to enjoy being one of the group, not when his sister could be going through torture while he enjoyed the job opportunity of a lifetime. He was pulled out of his grim thoughts by the vampire’s next words.

“Come, I’ll take you to the bar so you can get an idea of the scope of the job.”

Alesandro led him to the stairs, opening the door for Calvin to go through first. Other than a raised brow, the carpenter didn’t ask why they weren’t using the elevator. He knew vampires didn’t like enclosed spaces, except when they slept. He’d done his research before he accepted the job. Anthony was also offering windowless bedrooms for those who wanted a more airy environment, since there was always an exception to the rule. The man thought of everything.



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