 Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance Blackwood Brothers, #3 Ryland and Ryker Blackwood were twins. Identical, thigh clenching bear shifter twins who had no trouble getting women into their beds. Or bed. They’d shared just about everything in life, even women. The scent of the cat shifter they found on their construction site was driving both Blackwood brothers crazy with lust. Or was it? Every time they thought they were getting closer to finding the woman who would be their mate, one of their bears backed away. The hot and cold feeling they were getting from their animals was confusing the shit out of them. Was the cat shifter meant for one of them or both of them? ~Excerpt~ The bar was filled mostly with men who had come here to drink and forget their troubles. Or their wives. Watching one of the customers reach out and grab the ass of a waitress as she walked by, Ryker gave off a little growl. He might like to fuck women, but he never disrespected them. The crowd parted for him. Even though that had not been his intention, both he and Ryland took full advantage of the fact and headed toward the bar. Before they could reach it, he stopped dead in his tracks, the scent of oranges pulling at him. If Ryland hadn’t been paying attention, he would have plowed into him and sent them both the floor. “Fuck.” The scent of the cat shifter was playing the same tricks it had on the construction site. Outside, her scent had been strong, overwhelming him. Now, it had faded again. But he could still follow it. He jerked his head, pointing Ryland in the right direction. Their mate was the curvy woman leaning over the bar wearing a low-cut blouse and a skirt short enough to show everyone everything should she bend over. Oh, fuck no, Ryker thought as he pushed his way through the crowd that had yet to sense the predator among them and get out of the way. There was no way in hell his mate was going to wear that skimpy little outfit. Or work in a bar filled with shifters and humans just waiting to grab a piece of her fine-looking ass. Fuck no. He didn’t even take time to memorize her features. He had a vague impression of coal black hair and a creamy, pale complexion. He gave a little roar and the path completely cleared for him. The males threw him an uneasy look and the women gave him I’ve-got-just-what-you-need smiles. He didn’t bother to return any of the silent invitations, his attention focused solely on the woman as she got her drink order and turned to walk away. She lifted the heavy tray above the swaying bodies as she made her way around the dance floor to the tables in back. He quickened his steps dimly aware that Ryland was on his six. As she moved, the air drifted back to him, filled with her scent. Oh, there was no doubt this luscious bundle of curves was his. He shook his head to clear away the possessive though. Theirs. She was theirs. Her ass swayed as she walked and it was all he could do not to crush the heads of the men who ogled her as she walked by. She was definitely giving off the mate vibe—his bear and c*** had both roared to attention the moment he’d caught sight of her. ~About the Author~ Marie Mason has loved writing and reading her whole life. Everyone knows when you start to hear voices in your head, you’er destined to be admitted to the nearest mental ward—or become a writer. Marie decided to become writer instead of waiting for the men in white coats to come carry her away. She loves books about alpha males and especially alpha males who just happened to be a demon, wolf or a bear.+ Comments are closed.
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