Losing control is unheard of until he meets
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Oh My Gods!!! You have to read this book. I did not think
these books could get any better. But oh my this was one hot
little book. A word of warning make sure you do not have
anything else to do. As you will be so stuck in the book, you
will lose track of time. This book had me in stitches, A
wonderful combination of sexy and funny that only eve can
deliver. Oh I love Leo, he is such a wonderful character, he's
sweet, kind, strong, & such a big o'l teddy bear ( that is for
a Ligar). And Meena what a wild child. She loves to have fun,
the problem is trouble seems to find her. And is the reason
she is now with the pride. Seems she caught the interest of
someone who can not take no for an answer. It seems that
no matter where Meena goes thing go wrong. It's not her
fault, but it dose make for a great book. So now Leo has to
protect Meena, well if she leaves anyone for him to protect
her from. He is so much fun, and they way she drive him
crazy was so fun to read. I love that the Pride ladies are
tough women, who kick butt. I do
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Leo is the calm guy. The nice guy. The one nobody screws
with. So could someone explain that to Meena so she stops
driving him insane—with desire.
When Meena literally throws herself at Leo and declares he’s
her mate, his first reaction is to deny—and run far, far away.
This lion/tiger mix doesn’t do drama and chaos. Problem is,
once he sets eyes on her, he can’t help but want the
vivacious blonde with plus-sized curves, perfect for a big man like himself.
He wants her even if it breaks all his rules when it comes to women.
Wants her even if she destroys his serenity.
Wants her more than a perfectly grilled piece of steak with a
dash of garlic, pepper, and salt.
Thing is, someone else wants her too.
This poor omega is about to have his world turned upside
down, which means everyone better watch out because
when Leo experiences love, jealousy, and frustration for the
first time, he doesn’t just snap—he roars!
A Lion’s Pride Series: Each can be read as a stand a alone.
Chapter One
Leo was just minding his own business when he heardsomeone shout, “Heads up! Or is that heads down?”
Thunk.
Either way it didn’t matter. Leo caught the Frisbee with his
noggin, which, given he was in the lobby of the condo
complex he lived in, didn’t impress him one bit.
Some might have acted on that irritation—gone after the
Frisbee tosser and scalped her. Others would have engaged
in an unladylike tussle. But as the Pride’s omega, he had a
certain standard to adhere to. Leo let the irritation roll off his
really wide—so wide the college football coach almost cried
when he wouldn’t play—shoulders.
With a nonchalance and calm that Leo strove to teach others,
he kept walking toward the elevator, which happened to be
where the purple disc landed. He refrained from crushing it.
No need to blame the disc just because its thrower had poor aim.
An unfamiliar scent—feline and delicious—surrounded and
brushed past him as a woman skipped by, intent on the
Frisbee. The blonde, whom he didn’t recognize, stooped over
to grab the plastic disc, her cropped athletic shorts molding
every curve of her made-for-gripping ass and nibble-worthy thighs.
Everything about her was big, bold, and luscious.
Yummy. And it wasn’t just his inner beast that thought so.
Who is this delicious handful? He didn’t recall meeting her,
and he certainly wouldn’t have forgotten her.
The unknown woman straightened and faced him, and by
face him, he meant almost eye to eye, which was unheard of
given he boasted a height of almost seven feet. Yet this
woman with the wicked curves must have stood at least six
foot one or a touch more.
She wasn’t dainty, not by any stretch, not with the way her
impressive breasts strained at her T-shirt, distorting the
cartoon on it that said, Delicate Freakn’ Flower. Her indented
waist was accented by the flare of her hips, the quirk of her
lips matched by the mirth in her eyes.
While not a man to allow himself to indulge in strong emotion,
Leo was suddenly possessed of a powerful urge to drag this
woman into his arms and…do decadent things that would get
even his steady heart racing.
“Well, hello there, big fellow. I don’t think we’ve met.”
Indeed they hadn’t, or he would have remembered her—and
remembered to avoid her because anyone could see by the
saucy tilt to her hips and the appraising look in her eye that
she spelled trouble.
Leo didn’t do trouble. He preferred calm moments. Serene
outings. Quiet evenings. Very quiet. A quiet she disrupted
with her Frisbee antics, so he took her to task. “You’re not
supposed to play Frisbee inside. It’s one of the association
rules.” He’d know since he helped draft them.
Leo liked rules, and he expected people to follow them.
When any group of predators lived in close proximity,
keeping hot tempers under control was important, hence his
job to enforce the edicts and keep the peace.
“Aw, come on. Are you telling me there’s no playing inside
either?” Her plump lower lip jutted. “Do you know I got in
trouble by a nice policeman for playing on the street? Which
was totally unfair. As if it was my fault that guy wasn’t pay
attention and rear ended someone at the red light.”
“You were playing in the road?”
“Road, sidewalk, does it really matter? What’s more
important is, if I can’t play inside, and I can’t play outside,
where is a girl supposed to play?”
Upstairs, eleventh floor, condo unit 1101. His bedroom had
plenty of room. Of course the sport he pictured didn’t involve
any props. Nor did it include any clothes. But telling her she
could play with him naked probably wasn’t the answer she
looked for. “We don’t play in the city. Not enough room.
That’s what the ranch is for.”
“Ah, the farm. That place is still around? Awesome.”
“You know of it?” He frowned. While not a closely guarded
secret, only those with permission were allowed on the
property. Since Leo tended to curate that list, he tended to
know anyone who visited. But he couldn’t place her.
“Who are you? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”
“Yeah, it’s been a while since I visited. That’s what happens
when a girl gets banned for a few years because of a few
silly misunderstandings. Explode one carved pumpkin and
people lose their minds. I see the lobby got repainted, no
permanent harm done.”
Banned? Wait a second. He did know who this lady was.
He’d heard Arik mention something about a cousin on his
father’s side visiting for a bit. His words were actually,
“Damned uncle asked me to let the brat come and hide out
for a bit while some kind of calamity blows over in her hometown.”
To which Leo replied, “You know you can use the word ‘no’.
I find it quite effective if I don’t want to get embroiled in
unsavory situations.” The word no helped prevent a lot of
unnecessary chaos.
Arik had laughed. “Say no to my uncle? Not happening. You
haven’t met him yet. He’s the one guy I know who would
make you look normal sized and when he’s not threatening to
twist you into a pretzel, he’s the nicest guy you ever met.
He’s also besieged by a set of troublemaking daughters.”
Both of whom had been banned by the previous pride alpha
for causing too much damage and being a general nuisance.
While she had only recently arrived, Leo could already
understand why the old king banished her. “You’re that
troublemaker from out West, aren’t you?”
“Me, a troublemaker?” She fluttered her lashes. The problem
was, with a mouth like hers, twisted into a smirk, she failed at
the whole innocent look. “No, that’s my sister, Teena. I’m
Meena, her twin, more commonly known as catastrophe. But
you can call me your mate.”
With that, she flung herself on him and planted a big, juicy
smooch on his lips.
And he liked it.
Rawr.
Chapter Two
Okay, so maybe throwing herself on a stranger and plantinga big ol’ kiss on his stern lips wasn’t the most ladylike thing to
do. Then again, Meena had failed her decorum
classes—more than once—which drove her mother
absolutely mental.
In her defense, she didn’t see why a woman needed to learn
how to simper, curtsy, or wait for a man to open the door. If it
had a handle and her hands weren’t full, then why the hell
couldn’t she open it herself?
Her manners teacher also said nice girls didn’t plant
smooches on boys. Oh and tell them they were fated mates.
That kind of thing tended to freak a guy out.
Freaked or not, he didn’t shove her away. As a matter of fact,
he let his tongue shove its way into her mouth for a fun and
slippery dance. A very short dance that proved quite titillating
while it lasted.
“Check it out! Leo’s making out with Meena!”
The shouted interruption really deserved a smack, but
apparently that wasn’t allowed either, at least not with family
members, even distantly related ones.
*~*~*
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~*~*~ Eve Langlais ~*~*~
~ 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.
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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