Wednesday, November 30, 2016

★★★ Review & Virtual Book Tour For Claiming Their Royal Mate By Tiffany Allee ★★★

Claiming Their Royal Mate By Tiffany Allee 
Date Published: March 2015

She struggled into the hallway and banged on his door; the
 sound hurt her sensitive ears. 
Three knocks and the door opened.
Owen stood in the doorway, his large, muscular body bare 
save for a pair of boxer briefs. He pulled her inside, a motion
 so quick she barely felt his hands grip her arms before he
 released her on the other side of the door frame. Then he 
wasn’t touching her. Instead, he peered out into the hallway, 
as if he thought she might not be alone.

“Are you all right? Did someone—”
“What the hell is wrong with me?” That wasn’t what she’d 
meant to ask, dammit. There was no real reason to believe 
Owen would have any idea what ailed her, but her instincts 
screamed he knew the answer.

Or maybe she was just confused. She couldn’t even manage
 a rational conversation at the moment. She clenched her
 hands into fists to keep herself from reaching out and 
touching him. And oh, how she wanted to touch the man who
even now made her angry. Feel the muscles barely 
contained by his skin. Take in his scent, which teased the
 edge of her senses.
He stared at her, then took a long breath. His eyes widened. 
“Ah, hell, Daniella.”

The simple act of him saying her name pushed her blood 
pressure up a notch. She licked her lips and took an 
involuntary step toward him before stopping herself in her tracks.

“What is wrong with me?” She ground out every word.
“It’s not my place to say.” He shut the door behind him, turning his back to her.
She laughed, but the sound held no amusement. She was
 about ready to either jump out of her skin, or shove this man
 who she didn’t even care for to the ground so she could 
screw him seven ways from Sunday, and he was keeping 

“Tell me!”

“It’s—you’re special. There’s something that your adoptive 
parents never prepared you for, didn’t know to prepare you 
for. But I’m only here to keep you safe. I can’t go into any 
more detail.” His eyes met hers, more amber than brown, 
and just his gaze sent a jolt of lust through her body.

“Fuck your secrets.” Her sex ached so badly that it hurt. And 
he smelled good, so damn good. Like a twisted mix of man 
and cinnamon. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to sleep with 
him or eat him. She pressed her thighs together, but the 
pressure only served to make her sensitive skin more inflamed.

His eyes narrowed in understanding. 
“Dammit. You’re in full heat. Come with me.”
He led her to a couch and had her sit. But she couldn’t
 sit—pressure seemed to only make it worse. So she lay 
down instead. The world was surreal, and Owen’s scent 
seemed to inundate the couch—a deep, masculine scent that
 teased her desire. A murmured voice caressed her ears and 
 she realized he was on the phone.

What had he said—full heat? She had no clue what that 
could be. Was he calling an ambulance? She might be ill. 
She certainly didn’t feel right, although she didn’t feel sick, 
either. Could she have been poisoned? The pipes in the 
apartment building had to be old as dirt, probably filled with 
lead. Maybe she’d been drugged. But she hadn’t left her 
apartment all day, so how was that possible? Time-released
 Ecstasy wasn’t a thing, as far as she knew. It felt as though 
something—something outside of herself, outside of her 
control—was assaulting her.

“I’m going to try to help you,” Owen said, his voice strained.
Daniella opened her eyes and blinked against the brightness. She hadn’t noticed him approaching.
“Need you,” she managed.

“I know, kitten. I can’t give you that. But I can help you. 
Maybe make it not hurt so much. But to do that I have to 
touch you.” His voice deepened and her sex throbbed in 
response. “Do you want me to help you?”

Tiffany Allee (aka Andie Devaux) writes sensual romance 
stories. When she’s not writing (or reading!), she can usually
 be found daydreaming, hiking, or attempting a new recipe. 
She thinks that life should require happily ever afters. And 
since she doesn’t make the rules of life, she instead applies 
this philosophy to the worlds she can control – the ones in 
her books.