On my author blog, I ran a poll a few years ago about what species the readers would like to read in relationship. They chose a male shifter with a mermaid. I was surprised, to say the least. It took me some time to figure out a deserving story but it’s finally here.
Werewolves believe in soul mates. Sirens eat theirs.
Sirens, a mutation of mermaids, need sexual energy to survive. Marie Laframboise lost her only food source when her strip club burned down. Not wanting to kill any of her victims, she’d learned to glean the lust off her clients, and now she is starving. She can’t resist the temptation to invite herself to the singles shifter party held by local werewolf stud, Maxwell Cox, and feed.
Max doesn’t want a soul mate, but to his dismay, she shows up at his party. Just as Marie can’t resist the temptation to feed, Max can’t resist the instinctual urge to claim her. Marie has never wanted a relationship, but she can’t shake off Max’s pursuit. He offers her things she has only dreamed of, but she fears the hunger will turn those dreams into nightmares.
Her appetite is not one to mess with. Max thinks he’s found the perfect mate, but Marie may have found the perfect prey.
Graphic sexual content, hot shifters, and one scary-ass siren.
Max Cox picked at the food on his plate. Nothing interested him. He lifted his head and gazed around the party. Nothing there either. Shifters of every kind surrounded him, but no one caught his notice. This yearly party had become legendary among his local pack and grown to include others who shared their bodies with animal spirits.
What a bust. Hell, he didn’t even know most of these people. None of his friends attended anymore. All them were at home curled up with their soul mates. He snorted and crossed his arm over his bare chest. Not every shifter got subjugated to a mate, or as he thought of it, life in prison. The idea of being with only one woman never sat well in his stomach. Experience had taught him that most women couldn’t satisfy his needs, or at least, on their own they couldn’t. He grinned and checked out his prospects.
A pretty, young brunette stepped into his line of sight. She gave him a come-hither smile before untying her bathing suit top and letting it slip to the ground.
He leaned back into his chair and waited. She had a nice set of tits, if a little too big. Nice bounce to them, with perky nipples, but his cock didn’t even twitch. Been there, done that. He wanted someone with more–just more.
Most saw him as shallow or hedonistic. They were right. He took life by the balls and got what he wanted from it. Nobody offered him a free ride, he worked for his accomplishments. He didn’t have time for religion, family, or worse–love. Stuck in the mud, his life spun its wheels and was going nowhere fast lately.
He glanced into his empty whisky glass and swirled the ice around. Maybe he should quit while he was ahead. Setting it on the table, he rose from his chair and shook his head at the brunette. Nobody would notice if he turned in early.
She frowned, but he passed by before she could say anything.
“Hey, Max,” a familiar voice called him.
He twisted around to find Chad, his best friend’s oldest son, walking toward him with a girl on each arm. An empty pit grew in Max’s stomach.
Chad extended his hand. “Great party.”
Max took his hand and shook it. “Does your dad know you’re here?” He glanced over his shoulder, expecting the big alpha to loom over them and possibly pound them both to the ground. As soon as the question left his mouth, he regretted it.
The boy–well, man now–scowled at him. “Of course. You think I have a death wish?”
Damn, where did the time go? “Sorry, you surprised me.” Felt like last week he’d carried Chad on his back, giving him a piggyback ride.
Chad slapped him on the arm. “Don’t get all weird about it.” He grinned, wrapped his arms around the girls and winked while he led them away.
Proud of the young shifter, Max watched the threesome stroll to a darker, more secluded part of his property. There was a time he’d dominated those areas during his past parties. He chuckled. Guess he needed to pass the torch to a new generation.
A woman wearing a barely-there red bikini trailed behind the threesome. Her long blond hair reached her cute heart shaped ass. She twisted and glanced at Max.
Instinct raced through his body and stunned him as if struck by a cow prod. He blinked and watched her slip behind some trees. The beast who shared his body awoke and made him sniff the air. What the hell?
It happened. Damn. Damn. Damn.
His mate was here? Fuck, and on top of it, she had the nerve to turn her back on him and follow Chad.
The urge to pack his bags and run struggled with his DNA makeup to go claim her. His beast
growled inside when he stepped toward the house. He’d never get a moment’s peace now that the animal part of his soul knew she existed. Most shifters were one with their animal spirit. He did not see eye-to-eye with his wolf when it came to the soul mate policy.
She looked straight into our eyes and turned her back on us. Let her go. We’re better off alone. Always have been.
He took a step away from her direction and the beast lurched back toward her, causing all kinds of havoc with his muscles. Gasping, Max spun around to face the woods. Losing control and exploding into his werewolf form in the middle of his party could have disastrous effects. Too many in attendance were young and would follow suit instinctually.
Crap. He stormed to the woods to face his worst nightmare in the flesh.
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