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Authors: Eve Langlais
Jungle Freakn' Bride (37 page)
“He is not alone. I love you too, datura,” Chaob added, hugging her body from behind, sandwiching he
r
between them.
“You are our reason for smiling. Our reason for living. Our world.
With you, we are complete.”
“I love you too
.
”
She sniffled. “I think I’m going to cry.
Damned hormones.
”
But a teary bride was not a bad thing in the scheme of things, not when her reason for crying was happiness.
Because of Carlie, Acat found the love he’d so admired in movies.
He now l
ived the love he’d always yearned for
,
b
asked in a love that would last his lifetime
,
and live on in the legacy of his children.
With his best friend and jungle bride at his side, Acat would have his happily ever after
–
until his daughters became women. Then, he’d have to sleep with one eye open lest some warrior dare think to steal them.
Dowry, tradition
,
or not, h
e’d kill them first.
The End
Hello and thanks for taking the time to read something I wrote. I do hope I managed to entertain you – and make you giggle a time or two. Since you’re actually
checking out
this note, I guess
it means you’re curious about me, so here’s the scoop.
I am a mom of three,
who is just
shy of forty. I
a
m married (over thirteen years now) to a man whom I adore
– when he’s not driving me
insane.
A true
romantic
, I totally
believe in love at first sight.
But then again,
I also think there is life ‘out’ there
–
hopefully as sexy as the aliens I’ve created in my mind. Lol.
I am Canadian,
but being a military brat
, I’ve
been
coast to coast
.
Right now, I’m living
in the
Ottawa
area
– hockey, poutine and beavertails, yay –
and enjoying
the chaos of
f
amily life.
When I’m not driving kids around
,
or cheering them on at their sport of choice,
I'm writing romance the way I like it—hot with a touch of humor and spice.
B
ecause I think all romances start with a tingle in our tummies
, you’ll notice a repeating trend of sexual tension in my stories
.
Mmm, gotta love that initial, heart pounding, blood boiling lust that you feel when you meet the right person. That rush of emotion and adrenaline when they come into a room or you
inadvertently
touch. The…
Oops, got sidetracked.
Back to my writing, a
lpha heroes are my males of choice, but that said, I’ve been known to delve occasionally on the geeky side.
Human, shapeshifter, alien and even cyborg, I love all kinds of flavors when it comes to heroes.
As for my heroines, they range in temperament and shape. Heck, some of them aren’t even on the side of good
, but
what can I say?
L
ove is love no matter
how bitchy or evil you are
.
So you’re either rolling your eyes or snickering at me right about now which means it’s time for me to stop talking.
Just i
n case you still want to know more
,
then I guess I should mention
you can v
isit me at
Covers, excerpts, my blog
,
and
other items that might interest you
,
await.
Be sure to sign up for my new release mailing list if you’d like to know when my next story
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Until we meet in the pages of a book again, w
ishing you tons of great reading and smiles,
Eve
Published by Amira Press:
Alien Mate
,
Alien Mate 2
,
Alien Mate 3
Pack Series:
Defying Pack Law
,
Betraying The Pack
,
Seeking Pack Redemption
The Hunter
(Realm series)
Published by Liquid Silver Books:
Princess of Hell series:
Lucifer’s Daughter
,
Snowballs In Hell
,
Hell’s Revenge
Published by Eve Langlais
Furry United Coalition:
Bunny And The Bear
,
Swan And The Bear
, Croc And The Fox
Freakn’ Shifters:
Delicate Freakn’ Flower
,
Jealous And Freakn’
,
Already Freakn’ Mated
,
Human and Freakn’
, Jungle Freakn’ Bride
Alien Abduction:
Accidental Abduction
,
Intentional Abduction
,
Dual Abduction
Cyborgs: More Than Machines:
C791
,
F814
Welcome To Hell:
A Demon And His Witch
,
A Demon And His Psycho
Bunny And The Bear - F.U.C #1
Talk about hypnotic—and cock hardening. The bouncing little ass, which he almost bumped into—at just the right height—bobbed from side to side right outside his apartment door. The owner of the delectable bottom, bent over out of sight, hummed as she gyrated. Indecent shorts covered her creamy globes, but barely. Her apparel appeared at least a size too small given the amount of cheek peeking from the ragged hems. Hell, in her current position, he could even tell she shaved, a fact his dick approved of, which of course irritated him to no end.
Chase didn’t know whether he should slap the round buttocks to get the female’s attention, or growl at her to get out of the way. Curbing his third urge, which involved grinding himself against the inviting bottom— preferably naked—he cleared his throat. “Ahem.”
Silky platinum, almost white hair flew up to slap him in the face as the woman straightened. The skein of hair caught on the bristles of his jaw and he shook his head with a grumble as he spat out the strand that got in his mouth. A whiff of her shampoo, an intoxicating raspberry flavor, made his tummy rumble, but not in hunger, unless carnal counted.
With a twirl, the flexing female faced him with a full-lipped smile that seemed much too cheerful this time of the morning. “Well, hello there, neighbor,” she chirped, her brightness so sweet he ached for his toothbrush. “Sorry I’m in the way. I was just warming up for my morning jog. I don’t think we’ve met. I just moved in to apartment nine C.” She thrust her hand out and twitched her nose at him as she continued to beam.
Chase scowled as he ignored her outstretched hand. One whiff and he could tell she didn’t belong to the human genome. Damned bunnies and their sunny natures. How could he properly rebuke her with her grinning like the world’s cutest simpleton? A guy bunny he could have cuffed upside the head, but a girl one… Somehow he didn’t think gagging her with his cock was the way to chastise her. “So you were the reason why I didn’t get to sleep in on Saturday? Could your moving guys have been any louder?”
Her vivid green eyes blinked, her lips lost their lilt, and he noticed a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. “But it was
eleven o’clock
in the morning. The landlord assured me it would be fine. Did you go to bed late?”
He fixed a glare on her and replied in a haughty tone, “I like at least a good sixteen hours on the weekend, eighteen even sometimes. Because of your ruckus, though, I only got a measly fourteen.” With winter only slowly losing its grip on the city, the urge to hibernate in his bed remained hard to shake.
“Hmm, last time I spent that long in bed, it wasn’t because I was sleeping,” she sassed with a wink.
The innuendo was impossible to miss, and while an insane urge to drag her back to his bedroom and test his bed’s springs did cross his mind, he instead feigned ignorance and frowned. “Then you should get a better mattress. Sleep should never be neglected.” He fixed her with a hard stare. “Or interrupted.”
A grin curled her lips and displayed gleaming white teeth. “Aww, aren’t you the most adorable grumpy bear,” she sassed with a wink. “Tell you what. I’ll make it up to you. Let me fix you some dinner.”
Hmm, naked wet bunny on a plate?
“No,” he growled.
“Freshly baked chocolate chip cookies?”
No, but he knew a sweet pastry he’d like to taste.
Damn.
His mind refused to get out of the gutter this morning. “No.”
Her nose twitched. “Massage?”
Greasy hands sliding all over his body and over his dick. Yeah that sounded like a plan.
Hunh, wait a second.
“No.” Chase needed to leave before the hard-on in his pants tore through the fabric and went after the little bunny’s pie, but she stood squarely in front of him, looking and smelling much too yummy.
Not at all perturbed by his negative replies, the luscious female rabbit tapped her chin with a finger as her eyes, narrowed in thought, held his gaze. He stared right back, trying to appear ferocious. She didn’t seem to notice. Cocking her head to the side, she eyed him up and down. Despite himself, he sucked his stomach in, bulking up his already massive chest. A bear did have his pride after all.
“I think I’ll just surprise you,” she said with a wink and a lick of her lips.
His cock jerked as Chase almost went cross-eyed at the thought of what she might do—naked. “Please don’t,” he grumbled. Too late. The bunny, whose name he’d never gotten, sprinted off, her silken hair bouncing down her back, drawing attention to the exposed round cheeks of ass, her slap-me, bite-me, plow-me, perfect ass.
A long-suffering sigh escaped him.
I must really need to get laid if even small, woodland creatures are turning me on.
Read the F.U.C story that began it all, Bunny and the Bear. Available at all major online stores.
Mason tried to fight it, he truly did, but bears ever did have one ultimate failing; curiosity. In his case, he also had impulse control issues. His poor mother often lamented the fact he acted before thinking as she paddled his bottom. Mason preferred to think of his antics as refreshing, spontaneous and fun. Needless to say, he’d gotten in trouble a lot as a cub, and still did as an adult.
Case in point, the dilemma before him. He knew he should walk away.
This is such a bad idea.
His inner conscience truly did try to warn him, but…
The temptation proved too hard to resist, especially with it wagging right in front of him. Encased in what looked like men’s cargo pants stretched taut around a full-bottomed behind, it begged for it. He could almost hear it screaming, “Do it!”
Mason wound up and smacked the bobbing ass. Unfortunately, the outcome wasn’t exactly how he pictured it. In his experience, when he complimented a butt, the female squealed, pretended affront, then came on to him with lashes batting in delight.
Not in this case.
The woman, hidden under the desk, reared up with a startled shriek, whacked her head, and let out a stream of curses that would have made most sailors blush. However, since Mason had used all the expressions at one time or another, he didn’t even blink. Although, he did take a step back when the owner of the slapped ass started detailing in vivid oral elegance what she would do to him when she got her hands on him.
Shuffling back while still hunched over, the object of his attention cleared the desk and stood, flipping as she did a silky mane of dark hair that tickled the skin of his face as it swept by. But he didn’t mind once he got a look at her.
