Monday, January 4, 2016

Primitive Craving

a Primitive Series novel 
By Alicia Sparks
a Paranormal Romance
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Ten years ago when Willow Maddux lost her soul mate, she lost her reason to stay loyal to the Maddux clan, a family of shape shifting tigers who live in a strong hold in the Atchafalaya Basin. However, she broke their sacred code when she dressed in tiger body paint and transformed in front of a live audience. Now she has to face the wrath of the Maddux Tribunal and the man who has sworn to bring her in—Timbre Canis.

Timbre knows a lot about broken codes. At the young age of eighteen, he joined the military and became part of a secret experiment, one that changed him from human to something more. When the wolf took over his body, he broke an unspoken law, one that changed the dynamic of his connection to his brothers. The only way to absolution is to track down renegade shifters and bring them in. But Willow is unlike anyone he’s ever met, and he’s afraid once he touches her, he’ll never be able to let her go. She awakens a Primitive Craving he’s never felt before.


"Safe for work" Excerpt

Hitching his backpack up onto his shoulder, he stilled, hearing an unfamiliar sound just a few yards away, a sound filled with warning. When it finally registered what was happening, he hit the ground just in time. The bullet whizzed past him and sank into the tire of a nearby car. He spun around to see the man approaching and knew he had been found by one of the guys who worked for Himani. He could smell the woman’s chemicals on the guy’s skin even from across the parking lot. Rolling onto the ground and moving behind the car, he reached into his bag and pulled out his Glock, never taking his eyes off the man. He was steadily approaching, his gun raised, with his eyes locked onto Timbre.

With his gun trained on the man, Timbre prepared to fire a second before the scream pierced the air. Both the scream and the scent hit him at one. She was here and she was in danger. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye and felt her as she ran past him. Another shot rang out and he felt his stomach clench into a knot. He saw red, his vision blurred by the anger and panic that seized him. If she was hurt because of him…

He cut off the thought, unwilling to finish it.

Timbre couldn’t see her, but he could feel her panic as if it were tangible and wrapping around him. Crawling forward, he saw she had ducked behind a nearby car and was clinging to the tire, all the color drained from her face. She looked back at him with a panicked expression.

“Stay down,” he mouthed, giving her a hand signal in case she couldn’t understand him. She nodded frantically.

Peeking around the car, he looked for the man, but he had disappeared, probably hiding behind one of the vehicles in the crowded parking lot. He had to make his way to the girl and show her everything was going to be okay. He had to get her out of here.

Gauging the distance to her, he looked around one more time before making a crouching run to her. Another shot rang out, this time damned near deafening him with its proximity.

“Fuck!” He rolled onto his back and then rolled over again, this time landing right next to her.

“What is going on?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Someone’s shooting at you. Don’t you want to call the cops?” She pulled out a cell phone, but he noticed how her hand shook.

“It’s okay. My car’s over there.” He covered her hand with his and gave her a squeeze. “Black SUV. Two rows over.”

“Okay.” She twisted her head to the side, locating the car, which was as dark and mysterious as the man crouched next to her.

“Here’s my keys. You take the lead. I’ve got your back.” He noticed she had a backpack hitched up onto her shoulder and realized she was probably about to leave the hotel when the shots rang out.

She took the keys. “Okay, but there’s no way I can drive right now.”

“Come on.” He took her hand in his and pulled her away from the car, all the while watching for the gunman. “I want you to stay down. I’m going to open the door and I want you to slide in to the front seat and keep your head down. I’ll climb in behind you, okay?”

She nodded.

“On three.”

She nodded again.

Without taking too much time to think about it, he pulled her to him and gave her a quick kiss, barely pressing his lips against hers. Then they backed away from the car where they had taken cover and made their way to his vehicle. He slowly opened the door and turned to her.

“Stay down,” he reminded her. She nodded.

Climbing in after her, he raised himself up enough to make sure he wasn’t going to back into anything, then he started the vehicle. Two more shots were fired before he got out of the parking lot, bouncing off the dark glass.

She let out a scream then a curse. “The fuck? Bullet proof glass? Who are you?”

“Are you okay?” He glanced over to make sure she hadn’t been hit.

“Yes. Just go!”

Willow couldn’t breathe with him pressing against her like that, pushing her back against the wall, holding her arms over her head, and she didn’t want to breathe. She just wanted him to sink into her, to take away every sensation except the one of his body above her, around her, inside her. This was crazy, but she claimed to want crazy. One night while on the road. No strings attached. Nothing but the kind of pleasure two bodies could bring one another.

He hadn’t kissed her yet. Instead, his lips hovered just inches away from hers, his breath blowing across her skin, lighting a fire inside her. She had a feeling that as soon as he kissed her, all bets would be off.

“I want you on the bed.” His voice was strained, husky.

He reached to turn the light on, and she stopped him. “Keep it dark. More mysterious that way.”

“I usually like to see what I’m eating, but I’ll make an exception for you.”

God, he was sexy. He pushed off his leather jacket and it fell to the floor with a thud. His boots were next. She backed onto the bed, sitting on the edge with her feet on the floor.

“Lean back, sweetheart.”

She obeyed and he moved to stand in front of her, his hands on either side of her thighs. Biting into her bottom lip, she braced herself when he ran a hand down her stomach then settled it over the button on her jeans. She heard a sharp inhale of breath as he unfastened the button then slid down her zipper. Her hands fisted into the bed sheets when he tugged her jeans to the floor, pulling her shoes with them. The lacy panties she wore were no match for his big hands as he shoved them to the side, revealing her sex, which quivered with longing.

God, if he touched her, she would explode into a million pieces, but that was exactly what he was going to do—shatter her. His hot breath blew across her skin just seconds before his mouth closed over her, taking her mound between his lips, running his tongue along her clit. She wanted to weep, the sensation was so erotic, but this was a one night stand, not an emotional encounter, so she swallowed the feelings and let herself go, arching against him as he held her still with one hand on her stomach.

Teeth grazed against her nub, his tongue parting her lips to delve inside, lapping at her as if he had been her lover before, as if he knew her inner depths and how much this turned her on. She swore she heard a growl rip from his throat and pass over her flesh in the second before she came, but there was no way of knowing if the growl truly came from him or if it was her tiger nature being unleashed in the heat of passion.

Her world spun then finally settled, the sensations lessening a little as he rose above her. With his hands reaching for her then raising her up to remove her shirt and bra. He wasn’t taking his time with her and getting to know her body. Instead, he was mastering it as if it were already his, as if every touch had been practiced and known before.

When his mouth took hers, she could still taste herself on his lips, the salty, cinnamon taste of woman mixed up with the taste of his sweat. His scent was maddening, a mixture of a thousand different things that turned her on, leather and grass and danger. There was no doubt he was danger, and if the way her body was responding to him was any indication, he was the worst kind.

“How long has it been for you, sweetheart?” he muttered against her ear, repeating his earlier words. “Because I’m going to make you forget everyone else you’ve ever been with.”

She had no doubt about that as he slipped out of his jeans, tossing them somewhere onto the floor. His shirt came next and even though she couldn’t see him clearly in the dark, she could make out the outline of his body, his massive shoulders, and the way his hips went down into that V that tended to drive women crazy. He turned to the side and she could see the shadow of his cock, large and ready for her. God, she wanted to take him into her mouth, to drop to her knees and worship him, but she wanted him inside her too. Too bad one night stands didn’t accommodate every fantasy. There was only so much that could be accomplished in a couple hours.

He stood over her again and looked down at her then slid his hand under her back and lifted her up, moving her to the top of the bed in one swift motion before lying on top of her. His weight felt good. He was sturdy with muscles that went on for days and a cock that was firmly pressed into her stomach.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart.”

She did and he covered it with his, slipping his tongue into her, tasting her again. The hand at her back made its way up to her hair and fisted into it, arching her neck so her mouth was captured, unable to move, not that she would want to. The other hand covered one of her breasts, gently kneading the flesh there, causing her nipples to pucker and her cream to spill even more. She wanted him inside her now.

He was killing her with his slow, deliberate movements.

”I can’t decide how I want you. If I want slow and sweet or hard and fast. What do you think? What are you in the mood for?”

It had been so long, she just wanted him inside her. She’d never needed slow and easy and sweet was never part of her repertoire. “Fuck me like you’re never gonna see me again.”


About the Author

Alicia Sparks is a Southern girl with a flair for all things a little naughty. From writing about sensual ice cream to sexy tigers, her stories all contain a high level of heat, which she blames on her Southern surroundings and her smoking hot husband.

She has been writing for ten years and shows no signs of stopping any time soon!

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