New from Lily Harlem TAKE ME a super-sexy shifter story to spook up your Halloween! Set in Ireland this paranormal tale will take you from the centre of Dublin and Temple Bar to the beautiful Wicklow Mountains. But watch out, there’s a cunning vampire about…
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Megan’s weekend just took a dangerous, sexy turn…
What’s not to love about a girl’s weekend in Dublin? Megan Sanders loves being out on the town and out on the pull with her mates, but unfortunately, she’s attracted the attentions of a man with downright murderous intentions.
Seth Martin knows vampire Samuel Bennington is evil, and only his pack of elite wolf shifters can protect Megan. That is, if they can convince her that she needs their help.
Soon Megan finds herself caught up in a whirlwind of fear and lust. She’s being hunted for her blood, yes, but she’s also crazy about the guy who has sworn to protect her. But which man will win? Will her blood sate Bennington’s hunger, or will Seth remind her why it’s good to be alive, and give her pleasure beyond anything she’s known before?
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She stared at him, then, “Abraham is a shifter, isn’t he?”
Seth was silent.
“The wolves here looking after me are all shifters. They can switch between being human and animal. Don’t try and tell me they’re not.”
“What do you know about shifters?” He pressed his knuckles against his biceps, the muscles bulging.
“Only what I’ve read in books. That they’re humans who can turn into animals, that they have special powers.”
“Special powers?”
She swallowed. This was getting more surreal by the hour. “Will you just tell me the truth?”
He said nothing.
“Seth.”
He clamped his lips together.
“Goddammit.” She stepped up to him. “Don’t you think I deserve the truth? I’m a sitting duck. There is nothing but a few doors and bolts between me and a supernatural murderer who is out to get me. I’m being pretty calm all things considered, but this…” She banged her fist on his shoulder. “Tell me the truth.”
He didn’t budge but shook his head slightly.
“Don’t do that. Don’t say no. Tell me.” She whacked him again, harder this time. Fear, anger, and frustration warred within her. Her sanity was slipping as was her ability to maintain a brave face. If Seth couldn’t be honest with her—the man who’d fucked her not long ago, who’d said he’d die for her, who she’d entrusted with her life— then what did she have left?
Tears sprang into her eyes, making them prickle. Her throat tightened and a sob bubbled up from her chest.
She banged him again, with both fists this time.
“Hey.” He grabbed her wrists.
She tried to pull free but it was to no avail. “Megan, calm down.”
His words had no effect. She had to get out of there. What the hell was going on? She was a prisoner.
“Megan, please, stop.” He trapped her wrists in just one of his hands and pulled her close so her head was beneath his chin. “Calm the hell down. This isn’t helping anything.” He tightened his free arm around her body.
“No, but…I need to know, I need you…to be honest…with me.” She screwed up her eyes. In spite of her frustration she sagged against him. “I might die. This is my life. I need to know what’s going on.”
“I know.” He leaned back a fraction.
She looked up at him as a tear escaped from her right eye, and trickled down her cheek.
“Can you handle the truth?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Can you keep a secret? An ancient secret that very few humans have ever been told?”
“Yes. Absolutely.”
He pulled in a breath. “In that case, yes, Abraham is a shifter. The wolf you saw, that was him, in his other body.”
She nodded. A sense of relief washed through her. Far from being worried or scared, the knowledge was a comfort. It confirmed that she wasn’t going mad. Her imagination wasn’t running away with itself. She wasn’t adding up two and two and making five.
He stroked his hand over her hair. “How do you feel now I’ve told you?”
She nodded. “Better. Thank you for trusting me.”
“Well, that goes both ways. You’re trusting us, a lot.”
“I know, but I believe in you.” She paused. “And Nia, she’s a shifter too?”
“Yes.” A muscle flexed in his jaw. It was clear he wasn’t used to talking about theshifters.
Megan looked into his dark eyes; his long lashes cast shadows on his cheeks and his messy black fringe hung forward.
“Are you a shifter?” she asked quietly.
His eyes narrowed a little. “What would you say if I was?”
“I’d say thank you for saving me, in the alley.”
He pulled in a breath, his nostrils flaring. “That was a close call.”
“It was.” She tugged her wrists to free them from his grasp.
He released her.
“And if you hadn’t been there…” She pressed her hands to his cheeks, his thick stubble tickling her palms. “I wouldn’t be standing here now. I’d be a murder victim.”
He kissed her, hard and quick. “Shh, don’t talk about that.”
“It’s hard not to think about it.”
“I don’t want you to. I want you to feel safe, to feel cared for when you’re with me.”
“I do.” She paused. “So, you are a shifter.”
“You know what?” His eyes narrowed.
“What?”
He paused, then, “I’m hungry, like really fucking hungry.”
“Wolf’s appetite, huh?” She raised her eyebrows.
“Yeah, something like that.” He grinned suddenly. “Come on, let’s make food. I’ve used up a lot of energy this evening.”
“Bedroom energy.” She stepped back and released him.
“Yeah, and I’d like some more bedroom action later if that’s okay with you.”
“I’m sure it can be arranged.”
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