Hello, and thanks for having me today! I’m delighted to be bringing you a sneak peek at the second in my Malkin Ridge Shifters series, LIONESS HUNTING. This picks up where WAKING THE LIONESS left off – with Lara, Zane, and Tate building a new life together in Malkin Ridge. But I don’t believe in giving my characters an easy life, so there’s a good dose of danger and mystery alongside the sex and romance!
I’m a series writer at heart, and it’s really hard for me to write a stand-alone story, so there’s going to be at least one more Malkin Ridge story in the future. I love revisiting characters and places, adding to the world, and seeing how it all develops. Hopefully you’ll enjoy seeing my werelion threesome take on their next challenge, and getting to explore some new parts of the Malkin Ridge world. I’ve got a teaser here to whet your appetite! 😉
Lara Carey is settling back into life in Malkin Ridge with her two passionate lovers, Zane and Tate, and she’s keen to prove that she belongs—both back in her old home and in her mates’ bed. When a chance encounter with a teen tiger-shifter reveals the presence of a dangerous predator in town, Lara and her mates are forced to take action. With an innocent life at stake, can they hunt down this monster in time? And when the dust settles, will the trio be stronger for the experience?
Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), public exhibition
back to her human shape and waited for him. Cool mountain air zipped
over her bare skin, caressing her nipples and sending pleasant
shivers through her. Past experience told her the rucksack on Zane’s
shoulders would have clothes for her in it, but she wouldn’t be
disappointed if he’d forgotten. It had been a very long time since
they’d had sex in the great outdoors. And here he was, already
half-naked, with not another soul for miles around.
he got closer, she could smell his arousal, see the feral gleam in
his eye. He jogged the last few yards to her and Lara went eagerly to
his arms. He crushed her to him in a hungry kiss, his hands traveling
down her back to squeeze her ass. He thrust his crotch against hers,
silently telling her how ready for her he was.
being with him again was showing no sign of wearing off, and his
possessive kiss told her he felt the same. She couldn’t let her
doubts rule her, not when the future held so much promise.
the kiss to murmur against his lips. “Good morning.”
along the crease of her ass, dipping deliciously close to her hidden
entrance. “It could be.”
hard against his chest. He cupped one obligingly, rubbing his thumb
idly over her already taut nipple. Her eyes fluttered closed and she
sighed softly, sinking into sensation.
asked. “I worried.”
disturb you guys.” She shrugged and slipped her hand down to
unzip his jeans. He wasn’t wearing any briefs, so his cock sprang
neatly into her hand. Zane groaned as she squeezed it gently. “Did
you track me down just to ask that?” she asked.
burning. “I kind of did,” he said, “but I didn’t count
on finding you up here all naked and fuckable.” He grabbed her
by the hips, and Lara let out a little squeal as he lifted her up.
“For some reason now, I’m finding it hard to focus.”
slung her up over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. He smacked her
ass as he walked her over to a sturdy pine tree, and the hot ripples
of pleasurable pain sent a gush of warmth straight to Lara’s pussy.
By the time he set her down again, she was aching to have him inside
her. She went for another kiss, but he turned her around and gave her
another firm smack.
ordered. “I want to see that gorgeous ass while I make you
placing her palms against the rough wood and positioning herself for
him, ass up, cunt ready. She closed her eyes as Zane ran his hands
gently over her cheeks. Without warning, he delivered two stinging
slaps to each, making her jump and gasp.
He slid one hand between her thighs, stroking at her wet pussy. Lara
didn’t bother to hide her moans. It was too early for anyone else to
be up here, and anyway, there was a rush in knowing they could be
seen. She knew Zane liked it too. Hell, sometimes she used to think
he wanted to be caught.
Amber is the secret identity of a writer who normally pens urban fantasy, but feels like stretching her wings. Amber loves darker romance, anti-heroes, good red wine, and expensive chocolate (sometimes all at once). She’s based in the UK and lives in an adorable cottage with her dream man, an adorable cat, and two stupid snakes.