Tuesday, July 7, 2015

**** Review of When a Beta Roars by Eve Langlais ******

Hayder’s met his mate, there’s  just one little problem, she’s allergic to cats.


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I have found my new Favorite series. This book is funny, 
engaging, and sexy as hell. I love that Hyder's mate sneezes 
anytime she gets near him. The first time she almost killed 
him. And even though she is his mate he treats her with 
respect and is just happy to hold her through her Nighmare's. 
He literally breaks a door down to get to her, as she is in the 
throes of a nightmare. Granted he is naked when he crawls 
in bed with her, but he just holds her and lets her sleep. He i
 so mad at her ex he wishes he could kill him. Too bad the 
jerk is already dead. This was an emotional book and deals 
with domestic violence Due to Arabella’s ex and his entire 
pack, which have no clue how to treat a woman. That thinks 
of them as objects to do with as they please. She thought 
she was free when her mate died. But she was so wrong. 
You have to read this book to see how it all ends. 
So I will leave you here.
I hope you enjoy this book as much as I did.
If you do like this book, please consider leaving a review.
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I hope you enjoy this book as much as I did.
If you do like this book, please consider leaving a review.
The Authors really like it when you do,
they value your opinions too.

How degrading. Stuck babysitting a woman because his 
alpha said so. As Pride Beta, he has better things to do with 
his time, like washing his impressive mane, hunting down 
thugs for fun, and chasing tail—sometimes his own if his lion
 is feeling playful.

But his babysitting job takes an unexpected turn when the 
woman he’s assigned guard duty over turns out to be his mate.

A female threatened by an outside wolf pack.

A woman he wants to call his own.

A mate who doesn’t fall for his charm.

Usually Beta’s leave the roaring to the Pride’s alpha, but in 
this case given his level of frustration, he might have to make
 an exception. And if anyone doesn’t like it, they can kiss his furry tail. Rawr!


A hand clasped hers, and the jolt of awareness sucked her 
from her thoughts as it struck all her senses with lightning 
strength. Every nerve ending tingled, sensations amplified. 
She sucked in a breath, and her first impulse was to pull 
away. However, Hayder wasn’t letting go. On the contrary, his 
fingers tightened around hers, lacing them together as he 
tugged her toward the door.

“I—We shouldn’t—But—” Half-hearted protests slid past her 
lips, none of them complete or coherent, not that he would 
have listened. He seemed intent on going to dinner, and she 
was coming with him whether she liked it or not.

Sneezing or not.
She managed to only let the tickle overtake her once in the 
elevator and ducked her head even as her cheeks heated at 
the growl that rumbled through him. She wasn’t doing it on 
purpose. “I’m sorry.”

“Would you stop apologizing?” he snapped.

She didn’t want to anger him so she nodded and kept her 
head tucked low.
“And stop doing that. You’re not some beaten slave. Hold your head up, baby. Tell me to fuck off.”

The language didn’t shock her and cause the O of surprise. It 
was his insistence she defend herself.

She shot him a wary gaze, waiting to see the challenging 
smirk. She knew how this worked. Tell her to do something, 
and then tear into her because she dared.

“There’s those beautiful eyes,” he teased. “Now keep them 
up here. I want to see you staring at my face. You’re safe 
here. Especially with me. You can say what you want. 
Whatever you want. I would never hurt you.”

He wouldn’t.
Where did that certainty come from? So what if perhaps, thus 
far, despite their less-than-auspicious introduction, Hayder 
had shown her nothing but kindness? She didn’t know him 
well enough to gauge if it was an act. She’d fallen for the lies 
before. “How do I know I can trust you? How do I know you 
won’t turn around and hurt me when I do?” The words spilled
 from her, painful in their honesty, and shocking him into 
momentary silence.
“Because you can,” was what he finally muttered.

“Of course I can,” she said in a soothing, placating tone. Best 
to not antagonize him and call his word into question. He 
might seem sincere, but Harry seemed nice once upon a 
time too. Don’t fall for his charm. He’ll hurt you too.

How insidious her inner voice proved, cautioning and warning
 her not to trust so easily. Words were easy. Actions, though, 
proved much harder, and fists harder still. Honor was easier 
to break than maintain.

When the doors to the elevator slid open, Hayder, his hand still laced with hers, stepped in to a large lobby. Arabella 
couldn’t help but stare. When they’d arrived earlier, Jeoff had 
smuggled her in through an alley at the back, not daring to 
have her brazenly come through the front doors.

“The longer we keep you hidden, the better chance we have 
of any trackers abandoning their hunt and leaving you alone.”

It seemed Hayder harbored a much different view. He 
showed no qualms at all. As nonchalant—and 
handsome—as ever, he dragged—and, yes, she dug her feet 
in and tried to stand still—her out onto the marble floor. The 
wide gleaming expanse boasted a polished mahogany 
reception desk manned by a security guard in a dark blue 
uniform. The rest of the floor space was overtaken by a 
lounge area carefully arranged with leather chairs and divans.
The vast area also contained a multitude of curious eyes, all 
of them focused on her. Noses twitched. Being the object of 
so many stares had her tucking in closer to Hayder. He 
draped an arm around her, tucking her into the comforting 
strength of his body, which had the unfortunate effect of 
making her sneeze. Again. And again. And…

When she finished her attempt at breaking a record, she 
opened tearing eyes to see a half-dozen hands holding out tissues.
“Um, thank you,” she said as she plucked one. She dabbed 
at her nose one-handed since Hayder still hadn’t relinquished 
his grip. Brave man considering she’d only barely missed his
 shoes during her latest spell.

“Hey, Hayder, whatcha doing holding hands with a wolf in cat
 territory?” At the shouted question, the hum in the room quelled.

Damn, she’d forgotten for a moment she was surrounded by 
shifters. Lionesses to be exact, the true hunters in any pride.
 Vicious felines she wouldn’t stand a chance against, 
especially with her wolf in hiding.

“She better not pee in the halls. I hear their kind like to do 
that you know.”
“No they don’t,” said a young girl with rainbow-streaked hair. 
“It’s trees and fire hydrants you gotta watch out for.”

A woman with a ring in her nose snorted. “You’re all idiots. 
Those are the spots dogs mark. She’s a wolf, and you’re 
scaring the crap out of her.” Blue eyes, set in a face creased 
with age, turned to face her. The woman spoke to her 
soothingly. “Don’t worry about what they’re saying. We’re 
allies. You’ll come to no harm among us.”

“Unless you pee in the halls.”

“Or eat the last piece of cake.” Someone poked the chubby 
speaker in the side, and she whirled with a, “What? Just 
saying what we’re all thinking.”

“Forget thinking. It’s obvious it hurts too much,” yet another 
lioness muttered. “What I’d like to know, the smart questions 
here are, who is this girl, and what is she doing here?”

In a panic, Arabella peered up at her guard. Should she 
answer, and what should she say? Give the truth or spout a 
lie? Or would lying be worse? What if Hayder and his alpha 
had already established an identity for her? What—

Hayder saved her from answering. “Ladies—”

Snickers. “He called us ladies.”

“—this is Arabella, Jeoff’s sister. You all know Jeoff.”

“Yeah, he’s the hottie in the tight jeans who sings in that 
“He sings?”
“Among other things.”
The matronly one, who asked who Arabella was, sighed as 
she planted her hands on her hips. “Would you all shut up?
 Some of us are trying to get answers here. I sense 
something juicy, so zip it before I do something that requires 
you getting your jaw wired shut.”

Funny how they all quieted, and yet none of them looked 
cowed at the threat. They were all, however, united in their 
curious stares aimed at her.

When Arabella would have tucked behind Hayder’s back to 
make herself less of a visual target, he pulled her forward 
and stood her before him, one hand on each shoulder, anchoring her in place. “Jeoff asked the pride to lend its 
protection. Some assholes want to force Arabella here into 
marrying some dick so he can get his hands on her fortune. 
There’s also talk of killing her once the paperwork is done. 
I don’t think we should allow that.”

As summaries went, it was accurate and succinct. What she 
didn’t expect was the outrage and…support?

Forget the cowed women of her old pack. The females 
surrounding her all bore a challenging glint in their eye and boastful suggestions.

“Let them come and try to take her. We’ll show them what 
women’s lib is all about,” one of them shouted.

“Woo hoo! A new fur coat and in time for winter,” another hollered.

“Someone make sure we replaced the mop from the last time we had to show someone a lesson.”

“Luna, we need to make an appointment to get our nails sharpened.”
Arabella blinked, several times, but she somehow resisted 
the urge to jam a finger in her ear and wiggle. Why bother? 
It wasn’t her ears that were defective. Either she’d finally 
snapped, or she surely dreamed. It was the only explanation 
for the insanity she’d encountered since her arrival.

More than likely, she’d fallen asleep in her old prison and 
dreamed everything from the rescue to the improbability 
surrounding her.

But what a dream. If only it were true. And if only she had an 
ounce of their courage so she could face her old pack and 
fight for her right to make her own choices.
Fighting hurts.
The faint whimper and reminder quelled any exhilaration she might have briefly felt. While their spirit and intentions were good, reality was another thing.

Apparently Hayder thought so, too, because he said, 
“Now, now, ladies. No starting any shit.”

Hayder was right. Head down. Voice meek. Don’t—

It seemed Hayder wasn’t done. “I mean it. No starting 
trouble, but you can taunt. Taunt loud. Taunt mercilessly. 
Drive them to the brink and make them hit first. Then you can
 bring it. Just be sure to save a piece of those curs for me. 
I’ve got a few words my knuckles would like to say.”
 He shook a fist as his utterly male announcement was met with cheers and fist pumps.

They’re nuts. All of them. Or high on catnip.

Something was obviously whacky about their enthusiasm.
 Even her old pack never planned for mayhem with such glee.

It was to an excited hum—and talk of nail-filing 
methods—that Hayder once again dragged her, this time 
toward the glass doors at the front of the building.

She tried one last-ditch protest.
 “We shouldn’t go out. We’ll order in.”
He halted. “You mean go back up to your condo where we’ll 
be alone, just you, and me, and”—he purred—“chow down 
on takeout Chinese food while we watch Indiana Jones?”

She couldn’t help but gape at him.

“Were you expecting me to say something else?”

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~ A New York Times & USA Today Bestselle ~ #1 Amazon Paranormal Romance Bestselling Author
~ Top 10 AllRomance Bestselling Author 2013

Hello, my name is Eve. I’m a stay at home mom who writes 
full time in betweenjuggling my three kids, hubby, and 
housework, I write really raunchy stuff–usually with 
werewolves lol.

I am a bestselling Amazon author, ranking often in their top 
100 romance authors. But I’m not just popular with Kindle 
readers. I was one of the top ten selling authors on 
AllRomance for 2013 and have had numerous of my books
 hit the top 20 books over all on Barnes & Nobles as well. 
I am the first person to admit I am totally boring and lead 
a mundane life. Seriously. My idea of fun is shopping at our 
local Walmart lol. I like to play video games, cook, and read.
 My inspiration, hmm, I guess you could say hubby as he is 
a total alpha male which means I often want to club him over
 head with a frying pan. But, despite his ornery, ‘I-am-man’ 
nature, I love him dearly.
I’m writing romance, my way. I do have a twisted imagination 
and a sarcastic sense of humor something I like to let loose
 in my writing. I like strong alpha males, naked chests and 
werewolves. Lots of werewolves. In fact, you’ll notice 
  most of my multi partner stories revolve around great, big, 
overprotective Lycans who just want to please their woman. 
I am also extremely partial to aliens, you know the kind who abduct their woman and then drive them  insane…with pleasure of course.
My heroines, they kind of run the gamut. I have some that 
are shy and soft spoken, others that will kick a man in the balls and laugh. Many of them are 
  chubby, because in my world, girls with curves ROCK! Oh 
and some of my heroines are a teeny tiny bit evil, but in their 
defense, they need love too.Some of my work does push 
boundaries and cross lines. Good and evil aren’t always clear 
in my tales, and in some cases, I’ve stomped on well known 
 religious ideologies. Have I mentioned my imagination is 
a tad bit warped?I tend to have a lot of sexual tension in my 
tales because I think all torrid love affairs start with a tingle in 
our tummies. And when my characters do finally give in to 
the needs of their flesh? Well, let’s just say, you shouldn’t be reading  my stuff at work. The door is wide open, explicit and hot.
 Really, really hot. I love to write, and while I don’t always 
know what my mind is going to come 
  up with next, I can promise it will be fun, probably humorous
 and most of all romantic, because I love a happily ever after.

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