Wednesday, July 5, 2017

•٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠• Review For The Vulfan's Dark Desires (Starcrossed Dating Agency Book 3) By Georgette St. Clair •٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠•

The Vulfan's Dark Desires

 (Starcrossed Dating Agency Book 3)


Kindle Edition, 156 pages

Published  June 10th 2017

Also on Kindle Unlimited


Alien wolf shifter Treffon Thorolf has given up on finding his
 True Mate after all, hes only been searching for a 
century. Before the Darkness can consume him, hell go out
 his own way in glorious battle against the cyborgs. That is
 the plan right up to the moment when curvy, clumsy Violet 
Dufresne literally stumbles into his life and spills a drink down
 his pants. 

The awkward little Earth woman stirs strange feelings in him
but unfortunately, shes got a price on her head, and no
 idea why. So what if shes not his True Mate? Hell fight
 off the entire Galactic Federation to protect Violet from the 
dark forces that pursue her. Hed give his life for her too
 bad he cant offer his heart.

Oh my gods what a book! I truly love this new series by
 Georgette St. Clair. They are so well-written and such a joy
 to read.

This book is about Violet and Treffon. She has a problem 
someone is trying to kill her. Out of desperateness she signs 
up for starcrossed dating agency. What better place to hide 
but another planet. I love how the meet neither of them 
knowing who the other is. And hear what she says to him it 
was just so funny. But there is still someone after her but she
 brought Dorkus her aunt with her and I love this old girl. She
 is a spitfire. And the cute little Epp's love those cue and 
brave things. And omg when you find out who is after her 
I was floored. Just hope Treffon is able to save her in time.

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

Thorolf muscled his way through the crowd, towards the bar.

As he moved, somebody stumbled into him and spelled their drink on his crotch.

A flash of fierce joy burned through him. Finally! A reason to start a fight!

Then he looked down and saw who’d spilled the drink on him.

A human. A curvy, sexy human female who was gaping up at him. Her soft, pillowy lips formed a perfect “O” of dismay. Her face was adorably round, and her thick, curly brown hair hung loose, rippling down to her shoulders. She smelled delicious, her own sweet aroma mingling with the scent of some kind of exotic Earth flower.

Not only that, but she’d stumbled up against him and – wonder of wonders – he didn’t feel the usual crawling of the flesh that plagued him whenever a female touched him these days. In fact, she sent blood rushing to his crotch, and a hot rush of arousal flared deep inside him. Thorolf resisted the urge to step closer, to lower his head to her throat, press his lips against her pulse point, and inhale her scent. He shook his head to clear it, but held on to the fragile bubble of excitement in his chest.

She might not be his true mate, but even finding a woman he could bed would be an absolute miracle.

“Oh, my God,” the human female said to him. “I can’t believe I just did that. Actually, yes, I can – I do that kind of thing all the time. I was born with two left feet.”

Two left feet? What a terrible deformity; how difficult her life must be. He glanced down, feeling sympathetic.

No, they looked normal. Two adorable little feet in strappy brown low-heeled shoes that the humans called sandals. He found himself with the urge to run his fingers lightly along her instep, to see whether it would make her squirm and curl her toes. He’d heard that human females were ticklish.

She saw where he was looking and laughed. “No, no, that’s an Earth expression! It just means I’m clumsy. Hey…can I buy you a drink?”

“You want to buy me a drink?” Treffon was amused.

She nodded vigorously, her curls bouncing. “Absolutely. As an apology.”

He looped his arm around her shoulders and steered her over to the bar. Her skin was warm and alive and silky-soft under his fingers.

My flesh is touching a woman’s flesh, and I have no desire to hurl her away from me at all. In fact, I desire to touch more of it. To touch her all over. To taste her…

His dark mood lifted somewhat. “I will buy you a drink,” he said firmly. “To replace the one I spilled when I accidentally bumped into you.”

“Oh, that’s very nice of you, thanks.” She flopped onto a chair, and he sat next to her and waved at the bartender.

The bartender paused in its multi-limbed service, stopping with several bottles of brightly colored, sticky-looking liquid suspended in mid-air. Some were ruinously expensive off-world liquors for the more discerning denizens of the Donnelle underworld, some were little more than bathtub gin – which brought new terrors when you knew about the bathing habits of some alien species – and at least one would kill seventy-five percent of the bar’s customers. The other customers shouted and waved empty glasses, but the bartender ignored them. Treffon tended to have that effect on people.

“What would you like?” Treffon asked the human woman.

“Oh shoot. Good question.” She squinted up at the holographic menu that floated above the bar and giggled, a musical sound. “I don’t recognize any of those drink names. I like drinks that are sweet and fruity and…um…do you have any ideas?”

Treffon ordered her a Leeflemar, and ordered himself a Keera, a dark bitter draught that was fermented from the Keera tree. Her drink came in a spiral flute, its color starting out as a luscious syrupy purple at the bottom, then fading up the coils of glass to an effervescent pink at the top.

She took a sip, and her face brightened. “Oh, that is very tasty. Excellent choice.” She took a bigger gulp.

He offered her a sip of his drink.

She gave him a suspicious look. “It smells like asphalt.”

“I assure you that it is not toxic to humans. Go on, it’s a local favorite.”

She took a sip, then coughed and spluttered. “Whoo!” She laughed. “Doesn’t that melt your insides when you drink it?”

He smiled at her. “Not so far.”

“You have guts of steel.” She tapped his abdomen, and he felt a hot rush of arousal. “Oh my, you really do. You must work out all the time. I’m sorry, was that too forward?”

His smile stretched wider. “No, I believe it was just forward enough.”

A drinks tray floated past them and landed on a table full of alien traders, who were throwing dice and watching each other suspiciously. A metallic humanoid robot glided inches above the ground, taking drinks orders. Several insectoid TiVarkeevas sat nearby, inserting their pale green proboscises into flower-shaped cups and sucking up a fermented nectar.

She looked around the bar, eyes wide with amazement. “This is still so incredible. I can’t believe I’m here.”

“You’re human, so you must be here for Starcrossed.”

“Yes!” She brightened. Then her face fell. “But I’m not having great luck with it so far. I mean, I’ve only been here a few days, but… I have a friend who came here a few months ago, and she met her guy on the first night. And they’re so in love, it’s amazing. She’s already expecting! And they can’t keep their hands off each other.” She gave a sigh of envy and took another sip of her drink.

“If you have not been claimed yet, then you have been meeting fools.” He meant it sincerely. Who wouldn’t want a sweet, curvaceous woman like this? One who looked at the new world around her with a somehow fearless sense of wonder? Who made even clumsiness seem charming and artless? One who had his heart thumping painfully in his chest as she reached out and squeezed his forearm in thanks. The pressure of her little fingers lingered.

She smiled up at him. “Thank you. Some of the men have asked me out, but I wasn’t interested. I’ve been to four of their mixers already and I just…I didn’t meet anyone I clicked with. They were nice, and all, but…” She leaned in and said in a low, confiding voice, “Promise you won’t laugh?”

“I vow I will not.”

“I’m waiting for the one.”

Treffon barked out a bitter laugh. “Me too. But she’s not coming. Ever.”

She looked at him, puzzled. “Why not? How could you know that?”

He sighed. “It’s a Vulfan thing. At Starcrossed, they must have explained to you about true mates – how we can instantly sense when we meet ours.”

“But just because you haven’t met her yet…”

“I never will. I know this.”

He took a long pull of Keera and set his drink down. She took a few more sips of her drink, and he watched as her little pink tongue darted out to lick a drop from her lips.

He felt physical attraction pulsing through his body. He wanted to slide his tongue against hers. Kiss her until he drew sounds of wanting from her. Pull her hard against him so he could feel every soft curve of her body against his; feel her heart racing. Would it be wrong to have sex with her – if she was willing? Would it be wrong to offer her some kind of alliance of the type that Zura had suggested?

Where did that thought come from?

He’d met the woman only minutes ago, and he had not felt the true mate connection. The way every Vulfan he’d spoken to had described it, there was an instant sense of familiarity. There was an openness, an immediate willingness to bare all to the true mate, an instant sense of trust and belonging.

There was also the Var-hool, that haze of lust that descended on true mates. He certainly felt very, very physically attracted – his half-hard cock kicked in his pants as he dragged his gaze away from her mouth, the ache leaving him almost breathless – but there was no sense of openness or trust or belonging. He felt his usual wariness; even with this gorgeous creature by his side, he was completely aware of his surroundings and prepared for attacks and assassination attempts at any time.

“I’m going to the dance tomorrow night,” she said. “I made friends with this great girl named Zura. Her dad, this guy named Madok, works at Starcrossed. She and her dad are tricking her cousin Treffon into going to the dance. Do you know him? Boss of the Thorolf pack. She wants to fix me up with him, she said she had a feeling about me, but…no way.”

So Zura was still trying to fix him up. Well, she had some nerve scheming behind his back and— Wait a minute! Why wouldn’t this human agree to being matched with him?

“Why wouldn’t you want to meet this Treffon fellow?” he asked.

A look of distaste puckered her face. “My friend Allison warned me about him. She’s mated to someone from his pack. Apparently, this guy Treffon is a real jerk. Temperamental, bully, punishes people all the time for no reason, takes out his bad moods on everyone. I guess he wasn’t always this bad, but the past few years he’s become just unbearable.”

Treffon felt a sharp sting of annoyance. “Well, that is one human’s opinion.”

“Nope.” She waved her hand in dismissal and took another sip from her drink. “Lots of people chimed in and agreed with her. People from his pack. He’s a jerk. Whoo, this drink is strong. I’m light-headed.” She pushed it away. “I should take a break.”

“I am sure that anyone who has problems with his style of leadership could leave his pack.” He struggled to tamp down his indignation.

She frowned in thought. “Don’t they have to leave their families behind if they do that? And I’ve been told that the Thorolfs were at war with the other major pack on this planet up until recently, and relations are still dicey between the two packs, so they don’t really have anywhere else to go.”

“They could always leave the planet,” Treffon muttered into his drink. “I could help arrange that.”

She gave a resigned shrug. “I guess I’ll go to the dance tomorrow night, but I don’t hold out a lot of hope. What are the odds that I’d meet the one here?”

He took an enormous swig of his drink and drained it completely, rattled by what she’d told him. “How would you know they were the one?”

She considered this. “Well, there would be an instant attraction. I’d feel comfortable with them. I usually feel awkward around guys, like I’m going to spill something or say something dumb or laugh too loudly, and they’ll judge me for it.” She leaned in again, saying in that confiding tone, “I’m really clumsy. I’ve never made it through a date without spilling something.”

He wanted her to stay close to him, because her scent was so delicious, but she straightened back up again and very carefully took a sip of her drink. “I did not spill a single drop,” she announced proudly. “That time, anyway.”

“You don’t seem awkward to me.”

“That’s because I felt comfortable with you right away. “ She looked at him, as if considering something. “But you would know if you’d met your true mate, right? And it’s a mutual thing? So anything I’m feeling for you right now can’t be that – it must just be purely physical attraction because you’re so incredibly… Wait, was that my out loud voice? Whoops, that must be the alcohol talking.” Her cheeks colored red, which was what happened to humans when they were embarrassed. “See? Awkward,” she mumbled, and quickly drained the rest of her drink.

“Anything you’re feeling for me? Like what?” He really wanted to know, he realized.

“I feel… I feel…woozy,” she said, pressing her hand to her forehead.

She slumped and started to faint. He caught her in his arms and pulled her up against him, holding her upright. Concern for her was his overriding emotion, but even that couldn’t dampen his reaction to the sweet weight of her in his arms. His arm around her waist drew her close against his body, and his breath stuttered as her hip brushed him intimately. His other hand cradled the back of her head. He leaned close to her, noting with relief that she was breathing evenly – she must just have been affected by the drink – and felt that tug in his solar plexus again as he caught her scent. Her breath was soft against his lips and the temptation to press his mouth against hers was almost unbearable.

Just then, he heard shouting from off to his right – two men were shoving each other. Soon, the whole bar would be at each other’s throats.

Treffon quickly maneuvered the human woman to safety, sitting her down in a booth. She jerked awake, staring around her in alarm.

“Stay here!” he shouted.

He shoved his way into the fray, fighting off anyone who tried to go near the booth.

Shouting with fury, he concentrated hard and sent waves of power radiating outwards, blasting at the brawlers. They cried out in pain and scrambled to get away, tripping over each other in their haste.

When the fight finally died down, he hurried back…but her seat was empty. He looked around wildly – she was gone.

Frantically, he started searching for her. Finally he found a bouncer who told him that the little human had hurried out the front door and gotten into a hovercab.

The disappointment that surged through him was surprisingly strong. He wanted her back. She made him smile. She took his mind off of his worries.

She’s gone.

But he knew where she’d be tomorrow night.

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