Thursday, December 22, 2016

•٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠• Review For His Curvy Mate (Alpha Prime #2) by Georgette St. Clair •٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠•

His Curvy Mate (Alpha Prime #2) 


181 pages

Published November 19th 2016 


Most shifters give near-feral Alpha Prime Creel a wide berth
 – and he likes it that way. At least, that’s what happens until
 he wakes up with a crazy woman in his bed who insists that
 they’re mated, and seems to know everything about him – 
right down to the scar on his inner thigh. Sure, Miranda’s 
curves are sexy as sin and her scent makes his wolf howl 
with desire, but bitter experience has taught him what 
happens when he lets anyone get too close. 

Creel’s still reeling from a devastating betrayal, and he’s 

vowed to live out his life alone. He should be relieved when 
 Miranda’s pack drags her away. So why does he find himself
 tearing a car apart to rescue her? Why is he offering his 
protection, even though he can’t offer his heart? And will he 
open himself up to her before secrets from their past threaten
 to destroy them and their new territory?

Well this was one hell of a book. Man how I love books by
 Georgette. This is the second book in the Alpha Prime 
series. These books as so well written and so thoroughly 
thought out, that the story just flows as it all falls into place. 
I so cannot wait till the next book is out.

This is Creel and Miranda’s story. Miranda is not your normal
 shifter. Well she is not a full shifter but a half bread. She is 
part witch. And she can see ghosts, wich leads to some 
really funny parts in this story. She has this crazy grandma 
who even though she is dead will not leave he bee. But she 
can be such a funny ghost spying on the kids at lover’s lane, 
and helping a friend a fellow ghost out to. But man is Creel 
in for a fun ride with Miranda she is what he has needed and 
never knew it. He is one grumpy Alpha Prime. And has no 
plans to change not even after the morning he wakes up with
 a strange woman in his bed. He is determined to stay away
 from her, but is failing miserably. Oh but he is in for a lot of
 surprises. When he learns all he thought he knew is not the 
true reality of things.

Now before I ruin this for you I will leave off here. 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.

Chapter One

Creel Jenkins was having a very weird dream. He was in bed with a woman, but that wasn’t the weird part. The weird part was that he wasn’t dreaming about having sexwith her; she was just lying there next to him, her soft breasts and soft tummy pressing into his back, and she smelled like heaven.
The fact that he could smell her was also pretty strange. He’d never had a sense of smell in a dream before.
She was a wolf shifter; he could scent that too. She felt perfectly right pressed into him, and he felt completely peaceful with her there, which was one way that he knew he was dreaming. Creel never felt peaceful. There was a war going on inside him, threatening to tear him apart. He woke up every day, idly wondering, is this the day I give in to my wolf? And would Douglas be able to take the gun that Creel had given him, loaded with silver bullets, and do what needed to be done?
Creel normally was an early riser, but today he decided he would sleep in just a little bit more. He lay there breathing in her sweet perfume and enjoying the rare sensation of calm.
He really must be going crazy, because he’d never had such a realistic dream before. It felt so real that he realized it must be a shockingly vivid hallucination rather than a dream. He knew there was no way there was really a woman in bed with him. He was single. He hadn’t even gone on a date in months.
Hallucinations. Was this the beginning of the end?
Well, if this was what going crazy felt like, maybe he should have tried it earlier. He lay there, actually enjoying himself, not worrying about the implications of what a final descent into madness meant for him. He’d been expecting it for a long time. He was an Alpha Prime without an Omega or a mate to absorb his dark, angry energy, and that only ended one way.
Idly, in no great hurry, he considered the situation. He was nude, of course. He always slept nude. She was wearing something that felt silky.
He heard a faint snore. She was asleep. Funny thathis dream should have designed it so she was wearing clothing. And why did his dream include her snoring?
After a minute, the snoring stopped and he felt his dream woman slide out of bed. His body cried out in protest at the loss of her warmth, but he still lay there with his eyes closed, willing her to come back. It was his dream, damn it – why couldn’t he control what happened in it? The woman should be back here nuzzling him, kissing him, touching him…
But instead she walked out of the bedroom. She wentinto the kitchen, and he heard her opening the refrigerator.Then he heard eggs cracking. He smelled butter sizzling on the skillet. Then the tangy scent of cheese. She was making a cheese omelet for breakfast, and she’d put on coffee.
He rubbed his hands over his face, his palm running over the scars that slashed through his left eyebrow and ran down his left cheekbone.
He could hear her talking to someone in the kitchen. “Don’t worry about it, Grammy Edith, I’ll explain it to him when he wakes up.”
But he couldn’t scent anyone else, just her. What a weird dream.
And it could only last so long, of course.
His enhanced shifter hearing picked up the sound of a car rolling to a stop near the front of his house, and then the stealthy tread of four men heading his way.
His eyes flew open instinctively, and he leaped out of bed and ran into the main area of the cabin. It was open, with only a waist-high counter separating the kitchen from the living room. There was a pile of empty beer cans and several empty liquor bottles lying near the garbage can.
There were four male wolf shifters standing on his front porch, and they’d pulled the door open. The coolMay air swept in. A woman was standing at the stove,stirring up a cheese omelet and looking at the doorway in alarm. She quickly pulled the frying pan off the flames and set it on another burner.
He quickly took in her appearance. She had thick, curly dark hair, light brown eyes the color of amber jewels,a round face, and broad, generous hips. She was wearing a pink button-down pajama top and matching pajama bottoms.
This was no dream after all. It was just anexceptionally weird way for his morning to begin, even considering that he lived in the wild, undeveloped territory of Greenlands.
The men crowded together in front of his doorway, looking as if they wanted to barrel in, but hesitating. As shifters, they’d be able to sense Creel’s power, and storming into an Alpha Prime’s home uninvited was an excellent way to commit suicide.
“She belongs to us!” one of them yelled, pointing atthe woman.
“No I don’t,” she said defiantly, glaring at them. “I left the pack, and I belong to Creel. You’re interrupting our honeymoon, Terrence. Get out.”
“Honeymoon?” Creel echoed dumbly. He stared at her.
She gave him an indignant look. “Well yes, since we only mated last night, we are still on our honeymoon.”
“Miranda’s your mate?” Terrence said, glancing questioningly at Creel. He was a tall, hawk-faced man with a long nose and dark, narrow eyes.
“No, she’s not,” Creel said. He scowled at the woman. “Is this a practical joke? Because playing a practical joke on an Alpha Prime never ends well. This was Douglas’s idea, wasn’t it?”
“Who’s Douglas?” one of the other shifters said.
At the same time, Miranda smiled and said, “Oh Creel, you are such a joker.” Creel could hear the nervousness underlying her attempt to sound playful.
She glanced at the group of shifters. “Really, Creel Jenkins and I are mated. You need to get out now.”
“I’m pretty damn sure that I’d remember if I’d claimed a mate,” Creel snapped at her. He was starting to get really mad now, and he hated to admit to himself that part of what was making him so angry was waking up from that delicious dream, which had been the only peace he’d known in so long. And now it was all turning into either a terrible misunderstanding or somebody’s really stupid idea of a prank.
She shrugged and poured a cup of coffee.
“If he’s your mate, where’s your claiming mark?”Terrence said to her, peering at her neck.
She took a bottle of milk from the fridge and stirred some into the coffee.
“We were busy doing other things last night.”
The shifters sniffed at the air. “This whole place should smell like you been fuckin’ all night long,” one ofthem said. “But it doesn’t.”
“Eww, Clegg. How rude. Not that it’s any of your business, but we did it outside,” she said, flicking him a glance of annoyance.
Creel glanced around the cabin. He could not for the life of him figure out what this woman’s game was. Some Alpha Primes were rich and had huge packs and lots of power and prestige. Creel, by choice, wasn’t one of those.Creel was a carpenter. He worked enough to keep him in beer and groceries. He had built his small log cabinhimself. It was certainly high quality, but not something that would attract a gold-digger.
Miranda gestured at the pile of empty beer cans and liquor bottles. “I know you were really drunk last night, but you said that you were claiming me. I hope you’re not the kind of Alpha who goes back on his word.”
If he’d told her he was claiming her, he would have honored his word. But he knew that he hadn’t.
“Listen, woman, I’m an Alpha Prime, so unfortunately it takes a shitload of alcohol to even get me buzzed. I have never in my life come close to being so drunk that I lost my memory.” He glared at her. “So I don’t know what the hell you’re trying to pull here, but it’s not going to work.”
“If we didn’t mate last night, then how do I know about the little birthmark on your inner thigh?”
Momentarily speechless, he stared at her. How didshe know about the birthmark? It was high up and not easy to see. This was bizarre, because he was a hundred percentsure that he had never had sex with this woman in his life.Could someone else have told her? It seemed like a strange thing to tell another woman. “Oh, yeah, I did it with an Alpha Prime named Creel six months ago, and by the way, he had a tiny brown mark on the inside of his left thigh.”
“I don’t know,” he said. “You tell me.”
Terrence interrupted her as she was about to speak. “You’re saying that Miranda Weaving of the Coldwater Pack is not your mate, and you have no claim on her, is that right?”
She looked at Creel nervously.


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