Excerpt 1: (202 word count)
Shooting Chloe an irritated glance for stopping her soon to be almost as great as Sherlock Holmes moment, Elena snapped. “WHAT?”
Chloe’s mouth spread into an evil grin right before she said, “There’s a giant spider on the wall behind you.”
Elena spun around and immediately spotted a real spider and her body shuddered in disgust. The bastard was huge and she swore he was staring right at her with all of those creepy googly eyes of his from where he sat high up on the wall. With the lightning fast speed of a ninja, Elena shrieked a war cry and flung herself at the wall with her hammer aimed above her head at the spider’s location.
Hitting the wall fast and hard, her hammer buried itself deep in the sheetrock with Elena’s lean body was left hanging from it, her feet about an inch off the floor. She tried to pull her hammer out of the dusty rubble to see if she’d squashed the disgusting bug, but her hammer was stuck. With an annoyed grunt she let go, turned to her sisters and barked out, “Did I kill it?”
Chloe smiled at Lulu. “Told you she was a freak.”
Excerpt 2: (453 word count)
Zane squeezed his arms around her waist, and she looked down at him. He was staring up at her with those big puppy-eyes, and she almost melted at their sad, pleading expression. Almost, but not quite.
“What’s up, kid?”
Zane’s stomach rumbled loud enough that everyone in the passenger area of the plane could hear it, and the poor kid blushed at the sound.
“Let me guess, you’re hungry?”
Zane shyly nodded.
Looking over at the group, she found both Alec and Gage staring at her intently, which was seriously unnerving. Refusing to let them see her discomfort with their probing stares, she asked, “You got any MREs in this place?”
Alec started gagging at the word MRE. “You can’t feed the boy that!” More cat gagging, which was the worst sound in the known universe in Elena’s opinion. “MREs…” Gag. “…are like eating cardboard.” Gag again.
Annoyed to be chastised for trying to help the kid out, Elena snapped, “Cough up the damn hairball already and stop that racket. It’s making my hand itchy for the baseball bat that I promised to beat you with.”
“Here,” Tyson’s voice rang out. “Catch.”
Elena held her hands up just in time to catch the MRE that came sailing her way. Looking at the package, she read the contents. “Beef ravioli. That doesn’t sound so bad, eh, kid?”
His eyes got wide at the sight of the package and his stomach rumbled loudly again. She opened the package and took out the main course. Ripping off the top of the plastic packet with the ravioli in it, she handed it and a spoon to Zane, who immediately started shoveling food into his mouth like he hadn’t eaten in days. Of course, he probably hadn’t, yet Elena had never watched a kid eat before, and with this situation, he kind of reminded her of a vacuum. He was sucking that shit in so fast that he was barely chewing it at all.
In fact, Elena was pretty sure he didn’t even taste it for the first several bites he was consuming it so fast, and her theory was promptly proven a couple of minutes later when Zane scrunched his face up, his lips twisted in distaste, and he might have even turned a little green. Then his internal vacuum of a stomach hit the reverse button and everything he’d eaten moments before projectiled out of his mouth in the most impressive display of regurgitation that Elena had ever seen. She couldn’t help sitting there in shock as she eyed the kid’s vomit sliding down the opposite wall of the plane.
“And THAT is why I call those God awful things ‘Meals Ready to Eject’,” Alec crowed.
Excerpt Option 1 (235 words):
Gage Ivanov was in no mood to be fucked with by the woman looking blankly back at him from the other side of the desk that separated them. One would think he’d be in a better mood. He’d finally caught up on some desperately needed sleep after being awake forty-eight hours for a mission. This was not the case. If anything, he felt as if he was approximately three point two seconds from flipping his shit, which would involve tearing the door off the Fort Bragg Military Police’s inner sanctum, stalking past the annoying female with a tantalizing scent that was starting to drive him insane and then collecting his Heckler & Koch MK 23 his damn self from the evidence room. Screw the harpy for saying he couldn’t have his issued side arm back.
Taking a deep breath to try to battle his building anger, he blew it out slowly and decided to give the feeble human another chance before he did something drastic, like pin her to a wall and kiss the ever living shit out of her.
Gage rubbed his forehead and wondered where the hell that crazy thought had come from. That idea was flat out ridiculous. He must be loopy still from lack of sleep. He’d probably meant that he’d pin her to the wall and scare the shit out of her, not kiss her. Yeah, that sounded better.
Excerpt Option 2 (472 words):
Never mind how good she looked, or that she smelled like sex on a stick, he was going to bend this arrogant young woman over his lap and paddle her ass for talking to a higher ranking soldier like that. For talking to him like that. His tiger was going nuts underneath his skin. The need to exert his dominance over her, to show her just who the fuck was in charge here, was riding him hard—harder than ever before—which bothered him. Combine that with the insane urge to show her who the bigger predator was and it caused a niggling suspicion that there was more going on here than good, old fashioned annoyance or the need to lose himself in a warm, willing body.
Sucking on his teeth in extreme agitation, he opted for denial. There was absolutely no way that this woman could be a possible mate. Surely fate wouldn’t be so cruel as to try and pair him off with a fragile human that could be easily killed. He wasn’t entirely sure, but the signs of compatibility were there—the natural pheromones to attract one mate to the other. His Tiger was going wild inside of him.
He was going to choose to think that those pesky coincidences didn’t mean shit. Even better, he was going to ignore those signals in the name of self-preservation. He’d never wanted a human for a mate in the past, and that wasn’t changing over an intoxicating scent, a pair of unusually pretty eyes, and the need to fuck a better attitude into her. Nope, he’d rather be mate-less, or settle for a mate that both his human and beast’s side didn’t crave with a dangerous intensity. He would rather find a mate they could grow to care for, and who would be something much sturdier than this very breakable human.
Since he wasn’t paying attention to her at the moment, he only distantly heard her say, “Helllllloo… Master Sergeant Ivanov? Are you sure you want to stick to that story about getting some sleep because you don’t seem to be all there upstairs to me?” Delicate fingers snapped in front of his face a couple of times, bringing his attention back to the object of his thoughts.
As he looked at her impatient face he made a silent vow to himself; whether there was a possibility or not of her being his mate, if the disagreeable woman didn’t stop antagonizing him, he was going to break every unspoken rule in the supernatural Other community and unleash his claws on her backside.
As his eyes zeroed in on the unconscious, nervous movement of the tip of her pink tongue swiping over her bottom lip, Gage thought, Claws and a good pop on the ass ought to scare some respect into her.
Sexy Excerpt Option 3 (578 words):
After watching Ivanov sit there and stare at her for what felt like a century, he finally moved. Slowly leaning in towards her, their faces were only inches apart. So close she could feel his short, rapid breathing through his nose as it brushed her face. For the first time since the man walked into her building, all of the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
That scary focus of his amazing, green-gold eyes lasered right in on her own eyes, when his voice rumbled, “You’ve got it all wrong.”
“I do?” Elena murmured, suddenly shaky. Her inner alarms were blaring. Danger. Danger. Danger. It took everything she had not to slowly slide her hand back and put it on the butt of her own weapon that was holstered on her hip.
“Yes, you do. You see, I’d much rather be here with you.”
Did he just purr that?
“And why would you rather be here with me?”
A louder rumble seemed to come from the vicinity of his chest. What the hell was that noise?
“I’d rather be here with you because I don’t do spoiled, whiny, superficial, bleached-out teenagers. What I do like are mature brunettes who think they know it all. And I like them,” he paused for a second and another loud rumble sounded, “because after I break them in with a well-deserved spanking, make them see that they’re not as big and bad as they think they are, they end up knowing that they’ll never meet anyone like me ever again. Because unlike all the men they may have had before me, I do—in fact—know what to do with a woman’s body. And anyone they have after me will pale in comparison to what I gave them. I like knowing that I took a woman who isn’t a naive, little virgin to bed and debauched her to such a ridiculous degree that she’ll know she’s now just a bit dirty, but in such a delicious way. I like to ruin grown women, you see. They’re more of a challenge. Would you like a demonstration?”
Elena was damn near panting after that. Man, that voice of his was practically a purr that seemed to resonate all the way through her body until it was buzzing through her girly parts. It was such an amazing feeling that she was considering giving him a new nickname. The Talking Vibrator.
Her own breath was coming in small, rapid pants, and suddenly, she realized that she’d not been this turned on for a long, long time.
What in the hell was it about this man that was pushing all her buttons? WAIT. It didn’t matter what it was about him that sent her libido into a frenzy. She couldn’t have him. He was forbidden fruit for a couple of different reasons.
First of all, she was investigating him on behalf of the Major General. Second of all… well, the first reason was all she needed.
Just as Elena was about to open her mouth and tell him no, she didn’t want a demonstration, she wanted a confession, he did something that shocked the shit out of her.
He took in a long, exaggerated inhale, nostrils flaring much like that lion she likened him to earlier, and then his tongue came out to lick his lips like he was savoring something extravagantly tasty.
“Damn you smell good all pissed off and turned on.”
Excerpt Option 4 (387 words):
He heard Tyson talking in low tones to Demos, however he was still a little too out of it to understand what was being said. His sensitive hearing picked up the dial tone of a phone before the beeps of buttons being pushed to dial a number resonated as well. He didn’t bother to open his eyes and see what was going on, though. Tyson would take care of the situation as he’d said he would. The man had never failed to have his back in the hundred or so years that he’d known him; Gage didn’t really expect him to let him down at that moment, either.
With the surge of adrenaline running through his body as well as battling his tiger who was still fighting to break free of its human shell, Gage damn near felt buzzed in the head. He wasn’t sure how much time was passing as he stood there, getting his shit together, but eventually the sound of Demos’s raised voice cut through and penetrated his brain.
“Do you have any idea how much trouble you could have gotten him into? You Special Forces guys think you’re all so special and above everybody else, but I swear to God that if you ever pull some shit like this on my base again, I’ll throw you in the brig so fast your head will spin, right after I kick you in the nuts for all the trouble you’ve caused me. Here’s Ivanov’s gun. Take it and go. I don’t ever want to see your faces again.”
Gage finally opened his eyes to look at the pretty brunette as she glared at the bigger man in front of her like she wished she could take a frying pan to his head. It would have been hysterical to him if her last words hadn’t pissed him off for what should be no reason at all.
She didn’t want to see him ever again?
Good, because he didn’t need to take a chance with the disaster that she could become to him if he ever got her alone. He didn’t need to sink balls deep inside some human he couldn’t claim as his own without the fear of breaking her in the process. He was better off waiting for the next potential mate that came along.
Humorous Excerpt Option 5 (199 words):
Elena started bucking in his hold, trying to force him to drop her. Silly human. As if she could force him to do anything. When he tightened his grip on her to keep her secure against him and quickened his steps towards the hallway that led to his bedroom, her frustration gave way to an explosion of angry words.
“You mother fuckin’, ball lickin’, hairball coughin’, oversized alley cat, douche juicin’, bastard!”
“Douche juicin’? That doesn’t sound very appealing. I hear there are creams for that if you need them, babe.” Gage crossed the threshold to his bedroom and walked over to the corner where he had his large, king-sized bed against the wall. He set his wiggling woman on the edge of the bed and then turned her body so that she faced him.
Quick as lightening, Elena brought her knee up, trying her best to land a blow to his nuts. He was prepared for the move, though, so he blocked the strike and then used his body to pin hers to the bed.
Frustrated, Elena spat out between her teeth, “Do they have a cream to cure Asshatism? I could finally get rid of you then.”
Sexy Excerpt Option 6 (168 words):
“You are not allowed to talk about my va-jay-jay like that! And you definitely do not own it! Last time I was checked, I was the one who washed it, kept it from looking like an uncontrollable bush and made it feel good these days. Therefore, it belongs to me.”
Elena would have crossed her arms in a self-righteous fashion, yet since she couldn’t, she settled for a gigantic victory smile instead. She kept standing there with the smile until she watched as Gage’s eyes took on a wily look before he slowly moved them down her body until they settled on the very body part they had been speaking of.
She watched as he licked his lips as if he were munching on something delicious and then he groaned. “Don’t worry, mate; I’ll assume all of those responsibilities from now on. No need to make you wash my pretty pussy… or satisfy it anymore. In fact, let’s go wash it now. Would you like a tongue bath?”
Excerpt Option 7 (233 words):
Much to her horror, Elena felt tiny pinpricks in the corners of her eyes as they started to water up. “Why are you doing this, Gage? What do you want from me?”
He studied her a moment, watching her so intently that she felt naked from the inside out. “You.”
“Me?” she squeaked back.
“You,” he answered again with an unwavering gaze.
Trying to bolster her courage back up, Elena snapped, “I’m not an item you pick up at the store or a whore to be bought off the street. You can’t just go dragging me around where you want me, snarling ‘mine’ whenever you feel like! I’m a human being, Gage; you can’t own me!”
She expected the ornery tiger to get mad and snarl at her, instead he did something much worse. One side of his lips curled up in smug satisfaction, and the bastard smirked at her.
“I may no longer live in a time period where one person can actually own another person, but make no mistake, love, I do own you. Every little inch. Every breathy moan you give me when I’m playing with your pretty pussy. Every hungry kiss you give me when I’m buried deep inside you. Every beat of that stubborn heart that you swear doesn’t still love me, and every inch of that fierce soul of yours… They all belong to one person. Me.”