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Authors: Nikki Winter
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When Nikki wrote her first story in the tenth grade with the help of a pen, three packs of correction tape and a small, completely non-creepy obsession with cowboys, she knew she was destined for greatness. Now if she could just convince everyone else...
Her days were spent guarding her notebooks with her life, and her nights were spent continuing a love affair with insomnia. Eventually, just a bit disgusted with the traditional love story, she took a dive into the deep waters of romance with a not-so-gentle or subtle push by a beloved mentor.
These days she's taken the time to polish what she refers to as her "writing superiority." She hopes that the tales she creates will grab the reader's attention, and make them devoted slaves to her will...er, fans.
If you want to let her know just how absolutely, positively awesome she is, you can always e-mail her at [email protected], friend her on Facebook at
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, check out her works in progress at
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weywardthoughts.com
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Nikki’s Other Works!
Titles can be found at Are, Amazon and Barnes and Noble:
Mocha Memoirs Press
One Shot Too Many
Talking Dirty
Under The Christmas tree
Shara
Azod
LLC
Working It Out
Flaws and All
The Beauty and the Brawler
Beauty and the Barracuda
A SEAL’s Heart (Hero’s Crossing)
The Viking’s Pursuit
Vexed
Change of Heart
SEALed With a Kiss
Body of Art
Words Never Said
Signed, SEALed, and Delivered
Self-Published Works
Kiss and Tell
Kiss and Burn
Sweet Series Anthology (To be released)
Beastly Desires
Burn for Me
The Sweetest Thing (To be released)
Beastly Urges (To be released)
Check out a pre-view of the first installment of “The Wild Side” series “What a Bear Wants” featuring a certain cranky she-wolf and her beloved bear…
T
he look he gave her made her incredibly uncomfortable, like
my pussy requests permission to borrow your face for a moment
uncomfortable. Then he answered, quite simply, “You, Fallon. I want
you.”
With one hand he reached out and ran his thumb over her bottom lip and that simple touch alone caused her lids to slide close. “From the moment I saw this mouth all I wanted was you.”
She shook her head, trying to get the haze of lust to fade as her logic began to fog. “You want me?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
His silence made her open her eyes. “Because it would be fun to fuck the frigid bitch?” She snarled.
His brows drew downwards as she moved out of reach. “Because you think I’m so desperate for a cock that I’ll bounce on yours then be grateful enough that you looked my way to hand you the one thing that means the world to me?” Fallon’s heart sped up as her anger—the anger that she’d learned to control over the years—came roaring up inside of her; her wolf moving restlessly just beneath the surface of her skin. “Do I look desperate to you, Ransom?” He was the one backing up now. “Do I seem so pathetic that I’d take whatever you throw my way? You think a few gifts and a compliment is going to make me heel like a fucking whelp?”
When the grizzly remained silent, Fallon roared, “Well?!”
He smirked at her.
Smirked!
Like she wasn’t a few seconds away from ripping out his intestines and playing jump rope with them! “Oh, are you done now?”
Her fists clenched at her sides and when her claws dug into her palms she realized how much control she’d lost. “Am I
done?”
Ransom gave her an indulgent smile. “Sometimes you have to let a pup chase their tail before they realize how stupid what they’re doing is.”
“You motherfu—”
When he caught her by the t-shirt and jerked her towards his body, leaning over her until she bent backwards a bit, Fallon brought up her left hand, intent on giving him a few more paw marks...on his face but he caught it and simply pinned it behind her back.
“Oh woe is me,” Ransom mocked in a high-pitched voice that sounded absolutely nothing like her! “Allow me to sing you a tune to the wailing sounds of my violin about how cold hearted I am and how no one is attracted to me because I scowl. A sad, sad tune about my clear trust issues and my inability to see that I am fucking desirable. A song about how I can’t recognize what’s staring me right in the face.”
She tried to pull away from him then but he just held tighter.
“Listen to how miserable I am because I won’t open my mouth and say what I really want—which is a nice
long, pleasant
fuck.”
“You son of a bitch!” Fallon fought to get out of his grasp.
“I am Fallon,” he continued. “Hear me roar my obvious discomfort about not being able to control something for once—my desire to have a man who won’t try to make me submit but will show me how goddamn wonderful it can be if I so choose.”
“Stop it, Ransom.”
“Watch me get good and pissed off when I realize my pussy is
soaked
just from standing next to a man who not only challenges my ideas on the male and female dynamic but challenges me
period.
Without fear, without hesitation and without giving a fuck about what rationality truly is.” He let her shirt and arm go just to grab her by the shoulders and press his forehead to her own, ignoring the fact that she was panting now. “Listen to me and realize that I can’t express how I really feel without being vulnerable so instead I’m going to project and lash out until you do something no one else has done before.” One huge hand came up and ran through her hair before pulling her head back with a firm hold. “Until you take control...”
Then his mouth was there, on hers, causing her breath to seize in her lungs as his lips roughly demanded that she yield to him. And there was nothing that she could do
but
that very thing. His tongue speared into her mouth and touched her own, rubbing up against it in such a way that her legs began to shake. It wasn’t soft, it wasn’t sweet, it demanded complete and total acquiescence and that’s what she gave.
Fallon melted against him as his coarse palms found their way beneath the back of her t-shirt, sliding up her spine until she growled. He growled back and her nipples hardened painfully, her pussy now clenching on air, begging to be filled as Ransom pulled her closer, his erection pressing into her belly. He locked his arms around her and stood fully, bringing Fallon off the ground by at least a foot then he began to walk them up the stairs of her cabin. Everything inside her pleaded for this man’s hands, his tongue, his dick. Every inch of her skin simply wanted the opportunity to find itself enveloped in his scent.
She wanted Ransom. She wanted him so bad that tears pricked the backs of her eyes and her wolf began to whimper. So when he placed her on her feet outside of her door and separated his body from her own, Fallon really did yip.
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