DARK INSTINCTS'
(The Phoenix Pack Series, Book Four)
Release Date April 7, 2015
Amazon
Well this bok was extremely entertaining, funny, hot and sexy and dare i say corny at times. But in a good way. If you have not read the First few books, You have not met one particular sifter, he is not even the main focus of the story but a pain in Marcuses ass. Dominic has these really corny pick up lines and he is always saying them to Roni, who is quick witted and says one just a s fast back to him. Which drive Dominic nuts. But they pickup lines also drive Marcus to the point of rage. Roni has a way if she wants to get someone to leave her alone Roni Just tell people some obscure fact that flabbergasted the person irritating her and they leave. then there is Marcus he wants Roni but not sure why, she's not like his normally conquest. She is dominate, smart, and has a vicious streak when ticked off. That totally turns Marcus on. Now if he can get past her brother alpha of the pack. He may have a chance with Roni.
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"As Dominic cupped Roni’s elbow and tried to move her arm, she slapped at his hand. Dominic held his hands up. “I’m just trying to see what your T-shirt says. No need to get testy. It’s hard to tell, though. Can I read it in braille?”If Dante and Jaime hadn’t appeared at that moment and pulled Dominic back, Marcus would have knocked him clean out. Roni simply smiled at the pervert. “Your body is like a wonderland, Dominic . . . can I be Alice?”Jaime laughed. “Good one.”Dominic, however, wasn’t so amused. “Stop that!”he whined "
It
happens whenever wolf shifter Roni Axton is near Marcus
Fuller: a
crackle of sexual awareness that’s intoxicating...and
deeply annoying.
Marcus is a pack enforcer who oozes
power, but Roni is lethal in her own
right—nothing like the
flirty females who flock around him. Even still,
his
possessive gaze makes one thing clear. Marcus has singled
her out
for seduction, and he wants to make her sit up and beg.
No
matter how aloof and unfazed Roni acts, Marcus can tell
she wants him.
When a brutal attack by a jackal pack forces
them to work together, it’s
the perfect opportunity for Marcus
to chip away at her defenses—until
he falls into his own trap,
completely unprepared for the intensity of
their connection.
Roni is the only one who’s ever seen past his shifter
charm
and discovered the man hiding beneath it. And for Marcus,
claiming
Roni once will mean needing her forever.
Opening your eyes to find that you’re upside down can’t be good, can it?
Through
the cobwebs clouding her mind, Roni Axton realized
that it wasn’t just
she who was upside down.
The car had toppled over.
Well that sucked. Clearly the fuck-up fairy had made an appearance.
Strangely,
Roni felt no rush of panic, no fear. And despite that
she was pretty
sure her head was bleeding, there was no
pain. There was only a feeling
of weightlessness. Even the
fact that her wolf was frantic didn’t
disturb Roni in this dreamlike moment.
Her
brain distantly registered that the car kept leaning
sideways, as if
something was repeatedly pulling at it. But it
was the various sounds
that penetrated her mental fog: low
moans, a phone ringing, a child
crying, and strange voices arguing.
Sensing
that the ringtone and the moans were coming from
her left, Roni turned
her head to find a male wolf shifter in
the driver’s seat, eyes closed. Tao.
Huh. Odd that the
Phoenix Pack’s Head Enforcer was with her. She rarely
hung
out with anyone outside her pack. In truth,
Roni counted very few
people as friends.
Sadly,
she was very like her brother, Alpha of their recently
formed Mercury
Pack, in that she found social situations
uncomfortable. In Nick’s case,
it was because he didn’t like
most people. In Roni’s case, it was
because most people
didn’t like her. Even when she was a kid, she’d
found making
friends difficult, especially at school. It was kind of
hard to fit
in when you were a tomboy with a higher IQ than that of your
teachers.
It
probably made things worse that she didn’t “get” her own
gender. But
she just didn’t see the appeal behind constantly
gossiping, shopping
endlessly, asking deep personal
questions, or having different lotions
for different body parts.
Roni
was more comfortable around guys, particularly her two
brothers and her
Beta male, Derren. Men didn’t care that
she wasn’t a people pleaser, or
that she didn’t know how to
satisfy social niceties, or that she
preferred chocolate to living
beings of any species. The only female she
thought of as a
friend was her Alpha female, Shaya, who—
A
succession of memories suddenly hit Roni hard: Shaya
singing to a
toddler in the backseat, Tao playfully grumbling
about the noise, the
sound of tires screeching, an
unexpected impact to the side of the
vehicle, a blow to her
head that made everything go black.
Grasping
onto those threads of memory, Roni remembered
how she had escorted
Shaya—who was two months
pregnant—on a daytrip to the zoo with Shaya’s
godson, Kye,
and his bodyguard, Tao. The Alpha female had wanted a
break
from Nick and his extreme overprotectiveness. It was
during the drive
back to Phoenix Pack territory when a car
had slammed into theirs.
And then she’d gone and passed out like a girl.
How embarrassing.
Blinking
rapidly, she swiveled her head as much as she
could. She might have
winced at the sharp pain that lanced
through her neck if she hadn’t been
distracted by the fact that
Shaya wasn’t in the backseat beside a still
crying Kye.
That was when Roni noticed the female body sprawled like a
ragdoll on the grass a few feet away from the vehicle. Fuck.
The
dreamy quality of the moment disappeared as reality
crashed into Roni,
and her wolf howled in fear and rage. One
word dominated Roni’s
thoughts: Out. She had to get out.
Forcing
a reassuring smile for Kye, who was squirming in his
safety seat and
reaching for her, she crooned, “It’s okay, little
man. Give me a second
and I’ll—”
The car wobbled sideways again. “This crowbar is a piece of
shit!” griped an unfamiliar voice.
“Hurry
up!” ordered an equally unfamiliar voice. “We don’t
have much time
before someone shows up. Coleman and
Axton will sense through their pack
links that something’s
wrong with their wolves.”
The
stranger was right about that: she could sense Nick’s
rage and anxiety.
She could also sense Shaya through the
pack link; she was alive, but
unconscious.
“I can’t open the door, it’s jammed.”
A
growl. “Move. I’ll do it.” The car swayed again. That was
when Roni
understood what was happening. Someone was
yanking at one of the rear
door handles, trying desperately to
get inside . . . trying to get to . .
. Kye. Oh the fuck no.
Roni
awkwardly fought to unclip her seatbelt. It eventually
snapped open,
and she cried out at the sensation of falling
onto a bed of glass. She
shelved the pain as she righted
herself and began to slide toward the
backseat on her
stomach. “Tao, wake up! Get to Shaya!”
All she received
was another moan.
“Shit! One of them is awake!” Rather than flee, the strangers
redoubled their efforts to open the door.
Their efforts paid off.
Just
as the top half of Roni’s body wriggled through the gap
between the
seats, the door was yanked open,
and a tanned arm reached for Kye.
Roni
unsheathed her claws and sliced at the limb,
causing it to flinch away.
Her wolf growled her approval.
“I swear to God, if any part of your
body tries to touch him
again, you won’t get it back intact!”
“You
bitch!” Two arms reached inside this time, both sporting
claws of their
own. One set of claws acted as a barricade
between her and Kye while
the other set cut through the belt
that secured Kye’s safety seat to the
car. In a lightning fast
motion, the arms caught him before he and his
seat could crash to the floor.
Roni
stabbed her claws through one long, muscled arm,
past bone, and all the
way into the rear seat, pinning the arm
in place. He howled in pain,
hurling obscenities at her. Well,
she had warned him; he’d chosen to ignore her, so there
was really no need for that kind of language.
With
her free hand, Roni worked Kye’s belt open. His little
body toppled out
of the safety seat and onto her outstretched
arm. If her wolf could
have sighed in relief, she would have.
Curling her arm around him, Roni
pulled him tight against her
body. Only then did she release the
would-be-kidnapper
from the grip of her claws.
She
was feeling a hint of victory when someone grabbed
a fistful of her
hair from behind. Turning her head as much as
the strong grip would
allow, she realized that the second
male had come at her from the other
side of the car. He held
her in place by her hair while the other
shifter frantically
struggled to drag Kye from her grasp. The toddler
was
wailing and clinging tightly to her, absolutely terrified. When
two
large hands got a firm grip on his little waist, panic bit
into her. No,
no, she wouldn’t let—
Her
hair was suddenly released, and a scream mingled with
a familiar animal
growl that meant Shaya had shifted into her
wolf form. While Roni was
relieved that she was conscious
again, Roni did not want the pregnant
female, ruthless or not,
fighting a male shifter.
“Don’t shift!” the other male yelled. “A car’s coming!”
Footsteps
thudded along the ground as the two males
disappeared from view.
Seconds later, there was the sound
of a car speeding away, and a heavy
sense of relief surged
through Roni.
Hearing
Shaya’s wolf pawing at the vehicle, whining,
Roni assured her, “We’re
fine.” But, really, Roni wasn’t fine.
Her head was now throbbing, her
body ached in several
places, and her vision was starting to blur and
darken. If she
passed out again, she would be seriously unhappy.
Dominant females did not pass out, dammit.
“Roni, how badly are you guys hurt?”
Shaya asked, back in her human form.
Roni
wanted to answer her Alpha female; wanted to ask
Shaya how injured she
was and reassure her that everything
would be fine. But Roni’s mouth
suddenly felt stuffed with
cotton, her chest felt tight, and black spots
were dancing
before her eyes. Worse, there was a horrible ringing sound
that made her head pound even more.
She
opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
Her wolf began to
panic once more as the ringing became
deafening and a dark veil fell
over Roni’s vision.
Then there was only blackness.
~*~*~ Suzanne Wright ~*~*~
About Little Ole Me
I don't remember a time when I wasn't writing
something,
whether it was stories, poems, or even songs - though I can't
carry
a tune. I only have one rule when I'm writing a book
which is that it has to
have a happy ending. Other than that,
pretty much anything goes. I
write stories that I would enjoy
reading and then I just hope
that others will enjoy them too.
I was born and raised in England where I live with my
husband (a person
who doesn't judge me for hearing voices
in my head - how often do you come
across people like
that?), and my two demanding children.
A little interview I did might give you a
better idea of what
you're dealing with.
Why do you love to write?
I just love disappearing in a story...in the
characters and
setting and theme. It's both amazing and frustrating to have
a
story trapped inside you.
Describe your desk
I don't have a desk, but I have an 'office' -
which is one of
those huge, bulky armchairs that spin around and make you
feel
like you're one of the Borrowers. And no, of course
I don't spin around on it.
Really, I don't. Honestly.
Because that would be childish, right?
What is the greatest joy of writing for you?
It has inspired my little boy - who has the
most amazing
imagination - to become an author one day.
How can that not make
me smile?
Describe 'Here Be Sexist Vampires' with three
words.
Romance. With. Bite
What inspires you to get out of bed each day?
Honestly? The fact that my alarm clock will
keep making that
horrendous noise until I do.
What's your favorite treat?
Skittles, hands down.
If you could be a vampire or a shifter,
which
would you choose?
I'd be a vampire with the power to
shapeshift.
Coffee or tea?
Tea. With biscuits. And maybe cake.
Favorite T.V. programme?
Dexter. I love the crazy freak.
If you had to do it all over again,
is there
anything about your books or the publishing
process that you would do
differently?
I would get the ISBN numbers sooner rather
than later.
Although they're not extremely important, it's very good to
have
them, and many places won't sell a book that doesn't
have one.
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