New Release from USA Today Bestselling Author Erzabet Bishop
Title: Kitten
Around (Shifting Hearts Dating Agency #3)
Publisher: NNP
Release date: 1/18/18
Genre: Paranormal
romance
Blurb:
All work and no mate makes Paige a dull girl.
Paige is having a marvelous time playing at Ventures. After
all, what girl doesn’t love a nice spanking now and again? On her own terms
that is. A welcome reprieve from her work as co-owner of the Shifting Hearts
Dating Agency, play is exactly what she’s looking for. In between dodging calls
from her uber douchelord ex, avoiding conversations with her hormone ridden
inner kitty about a super-hottastic dark eyed dominant, fixing up Bat girl, and
getting ready for the charity auction at the club, she has her hands full. And,
damn it, why won’t it stop raining?
His beast called to hers.
A storm is brewing in town but that’s nothing compared to
the one in Tyler’s own life. Being surrogate father to his strong-willed niece,
and running his own woodworking and restoration business, keeps him more than
busy. When a charity auction at Ventures provides the opportunity to spend time
tied up with the submissive both he and his cat have been lusting after, he
can’t resist the call to do good and possess her at the same time. When
unforeseen circumstances and a family crisis strike in the midst of a dangerous
storm, Tyler has to come to terms with his inner cat and the mate that could be
torn from his arms forever. Some things are worth fighting for, and fur is
about to fly.
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#shifter #storm #witch #magic #family #mate #BDSM #club
#catshifter #familiar #hurricane #flooding #weatherwitch #fatedmate #charity
#auction #dogood #beingbad #spanking #shibari
Excerpt:
Tyler
Ten years earlier
“Johnson is down. Request immediate assistance.” Tyler
scanned the desolate landscape, grimacing as the coppery scent of blood reached
his nostrils.
Hot and sweaty, he ducked down against Afghanistan’s
crumbling mountain terrain, the scrubby plants doing little to offer camouflage
against the enemy. Marc, his best friend and brother in law, hunkered behind a
boulder, his eyes focused on the small military outpost on the hillside below,
his rifle perched carefully on the rock formation.
He apparently hadn’t moved while Tyler had been gone. His
stack of targets was right where he left it. Not that the other man needed
visual reminders. He had photographic memory and more kills than anyone in the
unit.
They had been following orders to blow the insurgent
bastards to kingdom come and find out whatever information they could about
their next move. Marc was a sniper where Tyler’s specialty was covert
operations. The others in the highly specialized shifter unit were skilled in
bomb diffusion and other tactical duties, often leaving Marc and Tyler paired
together.
Trenton and Greg were a few clicks away on the other side of
the ridge and Dimitris flew in hawk form, filming what he could for their
superiors. Only one more day and they were shipping out and Tyler couldn’t be
more relieved.
Between the spiders and the uneven terrain, he was ready for
this mission to be over. Or at least he had been until he’d read the last
letter from Jenny. They’d been together three years but for the last few months
their relationship had been strained. Now he knew why.
I’m sorry, Tyler. I’ve met someone else. I wanted to write
you before but it just never seemed like the right time.
Right.
I put your things in storage.
Even better. So now he’d have to find a place when he got
back, too. The shit was just getting better and better. He trudged forward, a
low growl edging up his throat.
Tyler had met Marc in boot camp and when the other man
didn’t have a destination on one of his leaves, he brought him home to meet the
family. He promptly fell for Tyler’s sister, Sheree, and the rest was history.
The happy couple were expecting their first baby and the whole family couldn’t
be more excited.
But for now they were here, stuck in the fifth circle of
what had to be Hell and he was jealous as fuck that Marc’s tour was coming up
soon. His wasn’t too much longer, but then again, his brother-in-law landed
into combat first, with him following a month later when things began to heat
up. Cat shifters could get into places a normal soldier couldn’t and they took
a beating better, too. All they had to do was never get caught and never give
the enemy the gift of their bite.
He didn’t plan on kissing any of them either.
“Hey man. Any action?”
“Not much,” Marc replied, swiveling his head in Tyler’s
direction. His eyes appeared tired from the strain of the fourteen hour shift.
“One truck. That’s it.”
“Damn.” Tyler shook his head. “I forgot to ask earlier. You
hear anything from Sheree?”
His sister sent him letters and so did his mother but no one
got letters like Marc did.
“Yup.” The exhaustion in his eyes evaporated in an instant.
“The baby’s doing great.” He slid a letter out from his pocket and handed
something over to Tyler.
“What? I don’t get to read your letter?” Tyler waggled his
eyebrow, further smart ass remarks brewing on his lips when he glanced down at
the picture in his hand.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
The tiny form of a premature baby in utero met his eyes and
all words evaporated. The only thing he felt was wonder and a whole lot of awe.
He could even see the details of the infant’s face.
“It’s the baby. She’s growing so big.”
Marc’s comments brought him out of himself and Tyler
blinked. His sister and his best buddy had made this little person. And he was
going to be an uncle.
An uncle…
Wow.
“Wait. It’s going to be a girl?”
“Yup.”
“Oh my God, man. You have to be so proud.” Tyler stared at
the small form, noting the outline of the tiny hands, arms, and legs. It was a
miracle.
“She’s due in a few weeks. Perfect timing for when I get out
of this shit box.”
Tyler handed him back the picture, but the image of his
niece was burned into his brain. She was perfect. Every part of her.
“Have you guys picked a name yet?”
Marc grimaced. “I think Sheree wants to name her Pepper.
Been watching too many Ironman movies again.”
Tyler snorted. “She always did have a thing for that Robert
Downey Junior guy.”
“I’ll say.” Marc cocked his head, his attention jolting back
to his post, his expression slipping from happy father-to-be into a stone cold
killer.
“What is it?”
“Thought I heard something.” Marc aimed the rifle, scanning
the base below. “Nothing.”
A scent of something drifted past his nose but before he
could react, the scrabble of feet on stone brought Tyler on red alert. He
snarled, spinning on his heel, the cat inside of him trying to find a bead on
where the intruder was coming in from.
He scented the air but he couldn’t discern anything
identifiable. Aggravated, Tyler pressed the comlink in his ear. Someone was out
there and it seemed as if they were masking their scent.
“Trenton. Dimitris. Greg. Positions.”
“Status quo.” Two responded simultaneously. Dimitris was
still airborne and couldn’t speak.
“We have company here.”
At that moment, a grenade launched over the rock formation,
hitting the ground with an audible clink.
“Fuck.” Marc tossed the rifle to the dirt, scooped up the
offending object and hurled it back into open air.
Tyler hoped Dimitris had gotten the fuck out of the way.
Then again, the hawk was a wily one.
“Come on.” Tyler’s cat growled low in his throat, the hair
on the back of his neck rising to attention. His intuition was never wrong, and
right now it was going off like a tornado drill. Something wasn’t right and
without even realizing it, they had lost their upper hand.
About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is a USA Today bestselling author who writes
paranormal and erotic romance. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry
children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake,
make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.
Follow her on Twitter @erzabetbishop.
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