Even a wrong turn can be right.
A Ghost Cats story.
Lily arrives at Thioshpaye Bar and Cabins looking for room, board...and a man. The one standing behind the counter ought to be perfect--she's not going to find anyone more gorgeous. But she's only looking for a one-night stand, and the connection that sizzles between them tells her she could spend a lifetime in his arms.
Brayen's cougar-shifter eyes must be deceiving him. Humans aren't supposed to be able to see the building, much less waltz right through the door. But he can tell that Lily is special--and sees through the bravery that masks her inner vulnerability. His pack won't welcome a human, but when Lily is nearly attacked by wolf shifters, Brayen knows she's his to protect--and love. At least for tonight.
Before the night is over, Lily gets more than she bargained for--a taste of love she never knew could exist--and can never have. Faced with an empty bed in the morning, Brayen realizes he's lost the one thing he never hoped to find. His true mate.
Finding her again will take a miracle...and could cost them both everything.
This book has been previously published.
Cat-shifter nookie in some very wet places. Yes, it's what you're thinking.
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July 05, 2010
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Excerpt from Best Intentions by Mandy M. Roth
Lily applied a thin layer of lip-gloss and double-checked her outfit as she fluffed her towel-dried hair. She hoped the tiny black dress didn't scream sleazy but in truth, she was desperate to find a man to sleep with her tonight, so the hooker get-up was completely in order.
She turned slightly and nodded in approval at the low-cut back of the dress. It just missed showing her butt. She slipped on her thigh-highs and heels and headed out the door. The cool night air smacked her bare skin and she cursed herself for wearing something so skimpy.
I'll not only get laid, I'll get pneumonia too.
She wasn't even ten paces from her door when Brayen stepped out and into her path, nearly scaring her to death. Her hand came to her throat and she took a calming breath. His good-old-boy smile eased her fears.
"I'm buying you dinner, remember," he said, bending his head to see her better. The well-fitting navy shirt he now had on drew attention to his blue gaze. The man was stunning. A sight to behold. He seemed oblivious to it which only served to turn her on more. Her nerve laden body sung with desire for him to be above her, easing in and out her. She stomped on the thoughts, forcing her gaze from his. "I, umm, I'd rather eat alone."
His jaw jutted out, his gaze tight as he stepped closer to her. "Well, I'd rather have company when I eat so consider yourself trumped."
She blinked incredulously. "You're a bold one, aren't you?"
"I might be used to getting my way," he said, his hand coming out to her.
Against her better judgment, Lily placed her hand in his. Heat flared up her arm as his fingers laced through hers. His expression reflected the attraction she felt for him and she knew if she took a step with him, he would be the man she ended up with. He tugged lightly, seeming to sense her indecision.
"Do I have a date for dinner?" he asked, stepping closer to her.
Nodding, she covered the remaining distance between them. "Yes."
Lily struggled to surface through the fog that had become her mind. No attachments. It's what she'd drilled into herself before making this daring journey yet here she was, handing her soul to the devil for the taking.
She raked her gaze over Brayen.
Oh, what a devil he was.
Alarm bells went off within her but she squelched them, the lure of the man before her too much to deny. He lifted their joined hands and traced a finger down her cheek, neck and upper chest. She arched to him, wanting more.
His lips found her ear. "We should eat."
"Yes," she whispered, her lips grazing his jaw. Her nipples hardened and before she knew it, she was planting the tiniest of kisses on his jaw.
He smiled as he turned his head, his lips now directly above hers. "You feel the pull between us, don't you?"
She nodded in agreement but somehow managed to push out a lie. "N-no."
His manly chuckle made her weak in the knees. "Interesting response. Not sure I buy it though." He kissed the back of her hand, his lips scorching her tender skin. "Now, about that dinner I promised you."
"The what and where?" she asked, lost in the moment and rapture of the man she was fast beginning to suspect had bespelled her.
The edges of his sexy mouth slid upwards. "I'm planning to fill that belly of yours."
She stiffened. "What?"
"With food," he amended, though the suggestion of filling her with more still lingered. "There isn't a whole lot to you and I'd like to know you're good and ready for a long night."
She traced her thumb over his wrist. "Why is that?"
"Don't play games, Lily," he said sternly. "We both know where this is headed."
"Then we should skip dinner and go straight to my room," she supplied.
"We could--" he touched foreheads with her, "--but I want to spend time with you out of the bed as well as in it."
The air left her and she swooned in his arms. He smiled, dragging her against the expanse of his chest, his erection digging at her stomach. "Eat now. Play later," he said, as though he were trying to convince himself as much as her.
He led her towards the bar entrance, his arm slipping around her waist before his hand splayed over her stomach. He pushed the door open and kept her close to him. The first thing Lily noticed about the bar was how it was almost all male. The second was how their gazes didn't just linger on her. They seemed bolted to her. She stepped closer to Brayen, feeling safe near him.
He held her tighter, his lips finding her temple. "Let's eat, beautiful."