  Lisa was wicked. Wicked and damaged. She’s spent half her twenty years locked away in a psychiatric facility because her uncontrollable alpha rages are inexplicable in a human world. Orphaned when she was a baby, she doesn't even know what she is. All she knows is what they've always told her. Wicked. At twenty-six years Mac helps his family run Raleigh Point, a group foster home for abused or abandoned shifter babies and children. Beyond taking on an occasional tracking job for the FBI, he never has worried about much. He likes to play hard, usually with an attractive woman. Never too much responsibility. Life is good. Taking the phone call alert, Mac breezes in to rescue her. In that grimy god-forsaken excuse for a hospital, Mac realizes life has to change. He discovers Lisa is not only drugged and damaged, she’s his mate The battle continues when a crazed rogue alpha decides to make Lisa his queen. Excerpt 1 Mac hunkered down in front of the shaking, curled-up form in the corner. Humanity? Some people didn’t know the meaning of the word. Mac hesitated as he took her in. He couldn’t smell her as the stench of the place was masking it, and he wished again he had his mom or Cassie with him. He also acknowledged that Brett had it right. They were drugging her to move her, and he’d only just got here in time. His eyes fastened on the trembling figure in front of him. Short gasps tore out of her throat. Head hunched down, arms tightened around the knees, and clasped against her chest. Hanging on. Filthy sweats, worse than some he’d thrown away. Goose bumps pricking her bare arms. The only bright thing in muddy looking, matted hair, was red. A drop. God, had they hit her? She hid her face, alternated between shivering and rocking, except with no chair. What the hell did they do to you, honey? Lisa? Yeah, that was what Brett said her name was. Mac cleared his throat. He had to get her out of here, and he didn’t have time to be gentle. “Lisa? We need to get you out of here.” He placed one hand on her shaking forearm. He caught the swift arc of her arm trying to connect with his face. Whoa, well, that was definitely an alpha reaction. Taking me on? He’d have laughed if it were funny—at all. “No one’s gonna hurt you. Don’t you wanna get out of here? Mmm? There ya go.” He shrugged out of his sweatshirt. Thin arms stiffened but stayed still, and her chest rose at a slower rate when he’d gently pulled the sweatshirt past her eyes. “So, you’re not ready to try and take me out, huh?” She lifted her face finally. Oh God, now? Here? Of all times and in all places, stuck in some dingy shit excuse for a hospital, with some girl who looked like she needed far more care than he could give. His bear clawed frantically at him to get out, nearly bowling him over in the rush to get to her. Mate. Mac growled and hung his head in despair. He hadn’t been able to smell her because of everything else, and it had taken brushing the side of her arm to help her with his sweatshirt as she lifted her face to him to know. God, what a mess. Mate. A soft touch pulled his gaze. Possessiveness whirled around Mac as he struggled not to gather her up and bury her in his arms. Need stabbed him. Confusion chased the gold flecks in her gorgeous eyes, and he wanted it gone. He wanted those incredible eyes clear and focused— on him. He realized she would feel a connection, but her ignorance and whatever drugs she had in her system masked it. She lifted a shaky hand to touch the side of his face, but still didn’t say one word. Deep purple marks marred her neck. Mac’s body tightened, and a shallow breath managed to escape. He took in her pale face under the bruises and gazed at the chipped stubs of filthy, bitten fingernails as she lowered her hand back to her side. Mac pulled himself together. “Lisa, we need to get you out of here, okay?” He gently helped her stand. She winced as he looped an arm around her side to steady her. He took one look around the bare room and didn’t bother to ask if she needed to take anything. Taking one cautious step, she tried, but her knees buckled. Mac caught her before got anywhere near the floor. Without thinking, he brushed one kiss on her forehead and looked into those big eyes that were fighting to stay open. She blinked at him slowly, easier breaths ghosting his face, and Mac’s arm tightened as her head lowered. Yes. In that small, cautious, trusting movement, Mac heard his bear roar protectively as his arms tightened around her. No one would ever hurt a hair on her head again. While he still had breath left in his body, she would be safe, she would be cared for, and she would be loved. Excerpt 2 Mine. Mac eased her back alongside him some more. He pushed his thigh in between her legs and felt her shuddering as his cock scraped her buttocks. He kissed the soft side of her neck and explored her shoulder blades with his tongue. His cock was pulsing in time to his heart. Mac knew he had to go slow. His chest had swelled so much when she’d said he would be her first. He’d nearly panicked. He’d shot out of the bedroom like some scared kid. He wanted her relaxed and ready. Cautiously, he explored with his fingers some more and found the little nub. He groaned as it became swollen and desperately wanted to suck on it. With one finger, he teased it away from its hood and flicked gently. Lisa jerked and gasped. Next time he wanted to feel those muscles tighten on him. He needed her in bed, now. He went to pick her up, but she shimmied away, hazel eyes locked on him, pupils wide. He hitched a breath. One push from her hand and he was against the tiles. She grabbed each of his hands and lifted them, so they were above his head. “Keep them there.” Mac nearly shot his load there and then. He leaned his head back against the tiles, hard. Fuck, she was going down on him. Hot breathy, wet kisses feathered his abs, teasing him, promising him. Fingers that only existed to trail his skin, tightened and snaked lower. Mac locked his knees. His cock jumped to meet her. Agonized— didn’t she know he was gonna die?—lips pressed his skin. He was on fire. Mouth seized, harsh pants filled the room, and steam rose. Christ, a warm, wet, blissful heat enclosed his dick. He dropped his head. He wanted to do something unmanly, like cry. Fucking perfect. Tingles started in his spine, and he knew wouldn’t last long. Fuck, she’d found… His knees nearly gave way. “Oh God, Oh God, Yessss,” he hissed as her tongue pushed in his slit. She paused, as if she was going to regroup, and for one awful minute, he thought she was going to stop. Her hand fisted around his base, and she dove at him. Nearly his entire length went down that gorgeous throat. He couldn’t breathe, didn’t know how she was breathing. On and on, pulls and sucks tugged at his inside. “Gonna, gonna.” He tried for speech, some warning, but she sped up. Mindless pleasure grabbed him. He couldn’t think. Hot, hard, he was gonna burst. Heat bloomed in his spine and shot around to his dick. His balls lifted and tightened, and spurts of cum jetted down her throat. His vision whited out and pleasure so intense rocked every cell in his body. Fuck, fuck, on and on. He grabbed her face. She eased away and gently kissed the tip, seemingly fascinated at the little after-shocks that bobbed his dick up to meet her. Mac straightened his spine and lifted her up flush to his body, hard. His legs were just catching on with having to hold him up, but damn he wasn’t letting so much as one of her toes hit the floor. She was his, every inch, every fucking perfect inch. Buy links: (I'm sorry I don't know how to make these smaller) Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/raleigh-point-victoria-sue/1120627454?ean=2940046362718 Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/search?query=Raleigh+point+rescue Bookstrand http://www.bookstrand.com/raleigh-point-rescue  Bio Has loved books for as long as she can remember. Books were always what pocket money went on and what usually Father Christmas brought. When she ran out of her kids' adventure stories, she would go raid her Mom's. By the age of eight she was devouring classics like Little Women, and fell in love with love stories. She's still in love with them. Any size, any shape, any creature - love is love, no matter what it says on the box. In fact if her heroes and heroines don't always fit neatly into a box, she loves them even more. She's worked as a Mom, a nurse, and a teaching assistant. She decided to go on an adventure with her family in 2010 and moved from England to America and now lives in Florida. Last year in 2013, she thought it was time to stop just reading love stories and start writing them First m/f paranormal to be released November 1st 2014. First m/m contemporary to be released early December 2014 https://www.facebook.com/victoriasueauthor https://twitter.com/Vickysuewrites http://www.victoriasue.com/
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