"4 Hearts!...A very exciting tale...The tension and suspense does not lessen until the very end of the story. Between the action scenes and Petra’s love scenes with Carson, I never did get a chance to catch my breath. I liked the setting and the residents of Vampyre Falls...Ms. Dane has created a world of paranormals that the reader will want to visit again and again, I know I do. Suspense, danger, paranormals, and scorching love scenes are very hard to resist."--Maura Frankman, The Romance Studio
"...Romance filled with angst, remorse, guilt and true love...builds to a great climax for readers to savor...sizzling sexual situations, several interwoven plots and good characterization...very entertaining and definitely difficult to put down."--Lisa, Joyfully Reviewed
...Petra’s mind was a mass of emotion and confusion. Filled with animal lust. She couldn’t get her bearings. But none of it mattered because her body was burning. The man…no, the shifter…holding her down was streaked in blood—the black wolf’s blood. Somehow she had recognized Carson’s unique scent. And through the whole confrontation, something inside her screamed for this man to win because she was his mate. And she knew inside her that he would fight to the death to protect her and claim her for himself.
It didn’t make sense, but making sense wasn’t important. She had to be with him. She needed to feel him inside her. Her body reacted to the scent of the man, steamy arousal that she could not find the strength to deny. She spread her legs wider and lifted her hips, pressing his shaft deeper into her vagina, eager to be possessed by him. There was no reasoning to what she did or her response to the man who was a perfect stranger. And her captor. But the heat flared and consumed her entire body, the ache to be claimed by him was too strong to resist. She had to mate with him; there was simply no other choice. If she didn’t, she would die.
“Now,” she said in a low voice that she didn’t even recognize as her own. “Mate me now.” And she thrust her pelvis against him again.
He pressed her back to the ground, the streaks of crimson making him look more pagan primitive than civilized human. He dropped closer and her aching nipples rubbed against his muscular chest. He licked around her areola, and she couldn’t halt the whimper that escaped from between her lips and the pleasure his mouth aroused. He tugged the sensitive nipple with his teeth. She gasped at the sensation as he drove his cock into her and yanked on her nipple in a seamless, primal act that urged her into a frenzy of pleasure. She screamed as her body rocked with ecstasy. His prick plunged into her hot core like a searing stake being driven through the heart of her soul. She arched her body against him, trying to mold herself closer and closer, merging them as one.
“More,” she cried.
He pulled back and slammed into her again. His mouth turned to her other breast. She felt his teeth, marking her, twisting her nipple, his cock pistoning hard and fast, forcing her higher and higher, raking a trail of fire across her flesh.
His hips ground powerfully against her, locking her to him. She felt him pulse deep inside her cunt, like lightning pouring into her womb. She plummeted over the edge into her own climax. Shattering, she thought she would die from the rapture. She dropped back onto the earth, her eyelids fluttered closed, her lips trembling.
He lifted her, flipped her over, and dropped her to her hands and knees. Her eyelids snapped open. Pressing a firm hand between her shoulder blades, he forced her upper torso to the ground, back bowed, hips raised. He spread her legs wider, and the cold night air feathered across her overheated pussy. Once again, she felt the broad head of his cock at her entrance, separating her engorged lips. His hands clamped onto her hips and he sank his cock into her slick pussy, burying himself to the root, making her howl as he pressed against her cervix, wedging himself deeper inside her.
Petra couldn’t catch her breath. Emotion swept her away on the tides of primal possession. She yielded to her mate’s dominance, accepting his fierce possession, reveling in her submission. He must have sensed her acceptance. He began to move inside her, faster and faster, powerful thrusts that stroked her sheath like fire scorching her, cleansing her, and reshaping her. He yanked her upward, wrapped his strong arms around her, welding her to his chest. Then she felt him plunge to her soul, an ache that pierced right through her. She screamed as she came. It was animalistic, it was primal, and he claimed her so completely, linking them together in ways that could never be severed.
His hands cupped her throbbing breasts, fingers kneading her nipples. Hands that smeared droplets of blood over her engorged breasts. Baptizing her with the blood of his victory.
“My mate,” he growled in her ear. “Mine...”