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The Billionaire Shifters Club Series by Diana Seere
The Billionaire Shifters Club Series
Author: Diana Seere
Genre: Paranormal Romance
The Billionaire Shifters Club is a 6-book
series by Diana Seere, the paranormal pen name for two New York Times and USA Today
bestselling romantic comedy authors. All six books (standalones *within* a
series) are now exclusively available in Amazon’s Kindle Unlimited program.
Series Blurb
Welcome to
the most exclusive club in the world. The Novo Club. Novo is Latin for “change.”
Our members prefer the word “shift” though.
It’s the
hottest club in town.
The price
of membership is your heart and your secrecy.
All you
need to do to join is to be loved beyond your wildest imagination by someone
powerful with an…alpha side so primal it’s in their blood.
Are you
ready?
Good. Then
let’s begin.
The
Billionaire Shifters Club is a series featuring the five Stanton siblings, four
brothers and one sister who are all part of an ancient shifter family living in
modern America. The subterranean club-within-a-club beneath the streets of
Boston, Massachusetts holds secrets only the Stantons and their fellow shifters
know.
Title: The Billionaire Shifter's Curvy Match
Series: Billionaire Shifters Club #1
Author: Diana Seere
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: September 13, 2016
Blurb
When Lilah Murphy started serving drinks at the exclusive Platinum Club,
she never expected she would be on the menu.
Biotech billionaire Gavin Stanton had one taste of the new, curvy server
and his craving could never be satisfied until he had her fully. Completely.
Eternally.
Fate brought them together, but a centuries-old secret could tear them
apart, for the Stanton family holds a shifter legacy that no human has ever
threatened.
Until now.
Gavin Stanton is the billionaire CEO of a Boston biotech firm. He’s also
a werewolf, the son of a large, ancient family with roots in the British
aristocracy. His work is his life. But then he feels the Beat—an irresistible
urge to mate with Lilah, a beautiful human who inflames his passions like no
other—and he abandons everything he thought he knew in his need to claim her.
Lilah Murphy is broke and desperate. All she wants is a job to support
herself, her sister, and her ailing mother. The last thing she needs is to get
involved with a rich, powerful guy who would discard her after a few hot nights
together and get her fired at her new, high-paying job. But she, too, feels the
Beat. She hears him in her mind, feels him in her soul, and the urge to answer
the ancient call is undeniable. Is she strong enough to embrace his secrets—and
her own?
The Billionaire Shifter’s Curvy Match is the first in an all-new series
of hot (did we mention *hot*?) romances about the billionaire shifters and the
women they’re fated to love.
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Excerpt
The sound
of screeching rubber on asphalt drowned out the rest of her words. They both
paused, expecting to hear cars colliding. Instead, there was eerie silence—and
then the plaintive cry of a wounded animal.
A dog.
They both
ran to the window. Outside, the usual neighborhood lowlifes loitered on their
grubby street, where the most vibrant business was a check-cashing place. And a
bar. Actually, a lot of bars.
And was
that a limo? What the hell was one of those doing here?
The dog’s
cries continued.
“Smoky!”
Lilah gasped, turning away from the window, her heart pounding. “That bastard
hit Smoky!”
Smoky was
the neighborhood stray. He should’ve been ill-tempered, given his bad luck to
live on the streets, but his was the friendliest face on the block, looking
happy to see you, always eager for a pat, his tail wagging.
The limo
might’ve killed the poor little guy. Taking three stairs at a time, Lilah flew
down the stairwell to the stained security door and out the rusty gate to the
sidewalk.
The usual
drug dealer was standing on the corner, interrupted from talking to whoever was
inside a parked silver Chevy. Under that car, only a few feet from him and
still whimpering, was a huddled mass of pale fur.
Smoky.
Jess was right
on her heels. “Oh, no.”
“We have to
help him.” Lilah glanced up and down the street, preparing to cross, her long
hair flying as she whipped her head back and forth to make sure it was safe.
The Billionaire Shifter's True Alpha by Diana Seere
Title: The Billionaire Shifter’s True Alpha
Series: Billionaire Shifters #5
Author: Diana Seere
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: October 24, 2017
Blurb
Sophia
Stanton is a confident billionaire bear shifter who enjoys the finer things in
life -- especially fine men. Unlike her twin brother, Derry, she has no plans
to settle down with just one mate. Why limit yourself to a single taste when
you can have a little lick of everything?
Stanton is a confident billionaire bear shifter who enjoys the finer things in
life -- especially fine men. Unlike her twin brother, Derry, she has no plans
to settle down with just one mate. Why limit yourself to a single taste when
you can have a little lick of everything?
She's rich.
Powerful. Well-educated. A statuesque, sexually liberated woman who towers over
most men and who turns into one of the most fearsome beasts in North America.
Powerful. Well-educated. A statuesque, sexually liberated woman who towers over
most men and who turns into one of the most fearsome beasts in North America.
What man --
or shifter -- could give her what she truly needs?
or shifter -- could give her what she truly needs?
Zach Hayden
was an ordinary guy until an accident in Sophia’s brother’s research lab left
him howling at the moon. Turned into a werewolf by the same serum he helped to
create, biochemist Zach is now seven inches taller, has seventy pounds of new
muscle, and, well -- everything got bigger.
was an ordinary guy until an accident in Sophia’s brother’s research lab left
him howling at the moon. Turned into a werewolf by the same serum he helped to
create, biochemist Zach is now seven inches taller, has seventy pounds of new
muscle, and, well -- everything got bigger.
Unconvinced
he’s adjusted to his transformation, the Stantons confine Zach at their family
compound in Montana, where Sophia offers to teach him how to manage his new
powers—and libido. But when they both hear The Beat, an old shifter legend that
guarantees they are made for each other, is falling in love their fate -- or is
it just wishful thinking?
he’s adjusted to his transformation, the Stantons confine Zach at their family
compound in Montana, where Sophia offers to teach him how to manage his new
powers—and libido. But when they both hear The Beat, an old shifter legend that
guarantees they are made for each other, is falling in love their fate -- or is
it just wishful thinking?
When her
powerful family questions his motives and powers, can Zach rise to the
occasion—
powerful family questions his motives and powers, can Zach rise to the
occasion—
And become
Sophia’s true alpha?
Sophia’s true alpha?
The world
was a heartbeat.
was a heartbeat.
And Zach
was its heart.
was its heart.
As he
watched the elevators close, he felt like four chambers of red, pounding flesh,
beating in sync to pump himself into the world, taking it over, king of it all.
Sophia’s fear bubbled off her like hot water on a griddle, bouncing and
tingling until it evaporated into nothing but the memory of the ripple. She was
pure beauty in pulsing form, every single cell of her deliciously large frame
filled with nothing but attention to him.
watched the elevators close, he felt like four chambers of red, pounding flesh,
beating in sync to pump himself into the world, taking it over, king of it all.
Sophia’s fear bubbled off her like hot water on a griddle, bouncing and
tingling until it evaporated into nothing but the memory of the ripple. She was
pure beauty in pulsing form, every single cell of her deliciously large frame
filled with nothing but attention to him.
Just as
nature intended.
nature intended.
Power
coursed through him like a drug, making his head light with an irrepressible
urge to smile, to laugh, to take in the wonder of his connection to, well,
everything.
coursed through him like a drug, making his head light with an irrepressible
urge to smile, to laugh, to take in the wonder of his connection to, well,
everything.
Everything
but her.
but her.
Time to fix
that. Now.
that. Now.
Drawn to
Sophia, he reached for her shoulders, finding resistance that only spurred him
on, his body moving as if choreographed, her hot, sweet mouth against his
before he knew it. She was tall, impossibly so, but even more outrageous was
the fact that he was taller. Last year she’d towered over him.
Sophia, he reached for her shoulders, finding resistance that only spurred him
on, his body moving as if choreographed, her hot, sweet mouth against his
before he knew it. She was tall, impossibly so, but even more outrageous was
the fact that he was taller. Last year she’d towered over him.
Last year
he’d ached to say yes to her offer of a one-night stand, but principle had left
him lonely that night. Her reputation preceded her: Sophia Stanton, the wildly
sex-positive billionaire heiress who bedded men the way most women shopped for
shoes.
he’d ached to say yes to her offer of a one-night stand, but principle had left
him lonely that night. Her reputation preceded her: Sophia Stanton, the wildly
sex-positive billionaire heiress who bedded men the way most women shopped for
shoes.
Now,
though, their mouths fit perfectly together, tongues tangled as his hands, big
and strong, plunged into her long hair, grasping close to her scalp with an
intensity that made her gasp—and made him grin. Power was intoxicating, a
thrill ride that made the kiss like a roller coaster, highs and lows a dizzying
race, stomach fluttering, body braced for impact.
though, their mouths fit perfectly together, tongues tangled as his hands, big
and strong, plunged into her long hair, grasping close to her scalp with an
intensity that made her gasp—and made him grin. Power was intoxicating, a
thrill ride that made the kiss like a roller coaster, highs and lows a dizzying
race, stomach fluttering, body braced for impact.
He knew
exactly where he wanted to impact her, too.
exactly where he wanted to impact her, too.
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Author Bio
Diana Seere was raised by wolves in the forests outside Boston and San Francisco. The only time she spends in packs these days is at romance writing conventions. In truth, Diana is two New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors who decided to write shifter romance and have more fun. You can find “her” on Facebook at Diana Seere’s Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/DianaSeere
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The Billionaire Shifter's Secret Baby by Diana Seere
Title: The Billionaire Shifter’s Secret Baby
Series: Howls Romance #4/Billionaire Shifters #4
Author: Diana Seere
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: April 4, 2017
Blurb
A masquerade ball in Malibu led to a single night of passion under the stars… and set the wheels of fate in motion.
Three years ago, waitress Kara Jablonski gave in to her wilder side with a fellow weretiger, the rock star billionaire Lars Jensen, a sun-kissed blond drummer with a viking's build. Six weeks later, the pregnancy test came back positive.
Knowing Lars' powerful, overbearing mother would be able to take the baby away, Kara did what she had to do.
She hid him.
Now chance has brought Lars back into her life, his touch making her pulse beat like the old legends. So strong, so loud, so bold.
So right.
But can she trust him to want more than another night under the stars? Can she trust him to claim his son as his heir... and Kara as his mate?
The Billionaire Shifter's Secret Baby is a novella that stars Lars Jensen, a member of a shifter family with viking blood featured in earlier books in the series, and is part of the Howls Romance series as well: http://howlsromance.com
Under normal circumstances, Kara Jablonski would’ve been happy to pause and admire the towering blond god as he strode across the elegant lobby below the Platinum Club. His expensive black suit was obviously custom-made, cut perfectly to his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and powerful thighs. Above the impressive physique, thick hair swept away from his forehead in loose waves, gleaming like gold in the sunlight pouring in through the Boston skyscraper’s high windows. His eyes were a piercing cobalt blue. And even more stunning than the rest of him, one perfect dimple indented his chin as if kissed by a naughty, slutty angel.
Right… there. She could almost feel it under her lips.
Under normal circumstances, she would’ve taken the time to drink in every inch of him, knowing he’d never notice a girl like her even if she were openly drooling like a starving stray cat.
Meow.
But this was not a normal circumstance.
Heart thudding against her ribs, Kara lifted her bag in front of her face and scurried behind a row of potted ficus trees. After a moment, she risked peeking through the leaves at the god.
No, not a god.
A weretiger.
The breath seeped out of her, leaving her limp. How dare he look so good, so beautiful, so… unchanged?
Two years, almost three. But he hadn’t aged a day. Of course, shifters had exceptionally long lives, even shifters from the poor, forgotten branches of the breed—like her.
But she was certain she had aged a lifetime in the past two years, almost three. Everything had changed since that night.
Everything.
What was he doing here? If she’d ever thought he would show up in Boston, let alone this building, she never would’ve taken the waitressing job at the Platinum Club. So far as she knew, he wasn’t even an American. He was a globe-trotting playboy, he and his brothers loaded with as much old money as the Stantons, the powerful family of shifters who owned this building.
Well, she assumed they did. When Eva called her about working here, she’d implied as much. Eva, also a shifter of modest means, although not as modest as Kara’s, managed the Platinum Club. Eva was always looking for good waitstaff, she’d said, especially lately since there had been unusually high turnover.
He should be out in the world, enjoying his wealth, prestige, and gorgeousness—in both man and tiger form. He shouldn’t be parading around Boston when she was just figuring how to get through her life without him, not that she’d ever had her life with him, except for that one night. She and Nana had just moved into a two-bedroom apartment, and this job had an elite clientele with a salary to match. A salary they needed desperately.
Where’d he go? She peered through the branches again, an uncontrollable sigh drifting out of her.
He was out of sight and out of her life.
Again.
Another sigh.
Seeing him wasn’t only painful, but dangerous. However, as tempted as she was to turn and run out of the building and never look back—perhaps even shifting to speed her escape—she straightened her spine and held her ground.
She couldn’t leave. She needed this job. They all did. The days of only thinking of herself had passed.
After waiting another minute, she stepped out from behind the potted trees and walked to the elevator. Although the waitresses had a dressing room they could use before their shifts, Kara preferred to work as she’d arrived, in her favorite black dress and ballet flats. She liked how it made her invisible—or maybe she liked an excuse for why most people didn’t notice her, and even men she’d danced with, men she’d kissed, men she’d— Well, even they seemed capable of completely forgetting her. Easier to blame it on her boring clothes than on her face, body, or personality.
He’d walked within five feet of her and hadn’t even blinked. Neither one of his golden-lashed eyelids over his sapphire-blue irises had flickered a millimeter. She’d even gasped a little when he’d stepped in front of her. All morning, in fact, she’d been as jumpy as a cat at a pool party, sweating too much, breathing too fast—she’d thought it was nerves about starting the new job.
But it was nerves about him.
The father of her child.
Right… there. She could almost feel it under her lips.
Under normal circumstances, she would’ve taken the time to drink in every inch of him, knowing he’d never notice a girl like her even if she were openly drooling like a starving stray cat.
Meow.
But this was not a normal circumstance.
Heart thudding against her ribs, Kara lifted her bag in front of her face and scurried behind a row of potted ficus trees. After a moment, she risked peeking through the leaves at the god.
No, not a god.
A weretiger.
The breath seeped out of her, leaving her limp. How dare he look so good, so beautiful, so… unchanged?
Two years, almost three. But he hadn’t aged a day. Of course, shifters had exceptionally long lives, even shifters from the poor, forgotten branches of the breed—like her.
But she was certain she had aged a lifetime in the past two years, almost three. Everything had changed since that night.
Everything.
What was he doing here? If she’d ever thought he would show up in Boston, let alone this building, she never would’ve taken the waitressing job at the Platinum Club. So far as she knew, he wasn’t even an American. He was a globe-trotting playboy, he and his brothers loaded with as much old money as the Stantons, the powerful family of shifters who owned this building.
Well, she assumed they did. When Eva called her about working here, she’d implied as much. Eva, also a shifter of modest means, although not as modest as Kara’s, managed the Platinum Club. Eva was always looking for good waitstaff, she’d said, especially lately since there had been unusually high turnover.
He should be out in the world, enjoying his wealth, prestige, and gorgeousness—in both man and tiger form. He shouldn’t be parading around Boston when she was just figuring how to get through her life without him, not that she’d ever had her life with him, except for that one night. She and Nana had just moved into a two-bedroom apartment, and this job had an elite clientele with a salary to match. A salary they needed desperately.
Where’d he go? She peered through the branches again, an uncontrollable sigh drifting out of her.
He was out of sight and out of her life.
Again.
Another sigh.
Seeing him wasn’t only painful, but dangerous. However, as tempted as she was to turn and run out of the building and never look back—perhaps even shifting to speed her escape—she straightened her spine and held her ground.
She couldn’t leave. She needed this job. They all did. The days of only thinking of herself had passed.
After waiting another minute, she stepped out from behind the potted trees and walked to the elevator. Although the waitresses had a dressing room they could use before their shifts, Kara preferred to work as she’d arrived, in her favorite black dress and ballet flats. She liked how it made her invisible—or maybe she liked an excuse for why most people didn’t notice her, and even men she’d danced with, men she’d kissed, men she’d— Well, even they seemed capable of completely forgetting her. Easier to blame it on her boring clothes than on her face, body, or personality.
He’d walked within five feet of her and hadn’t even blinked. Neither one of his golden-lashed eyelids over his sapphire-blue irises had flickered a millimeter. She’d even gasped a little when he’d stepped in front of her. All morning, in fact, she’d been as jumpy as a cat at a pool party, sweating too much, breathing too fast—she’d thought it was nerves about starting the new job.
But it was nerves about him.
The father of her child.
And he didn’t even know her name.
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Diana Seere was raised by wolves in the forests outside Boston and San Francisco. The only time she spends in packs these days is at romance writing conventions. In truth, Diana is two New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors who decided to write shifter romance and have more fun. You can find “her” on Facebook at Diana Seere’s Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/DianaSeere
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The Billionaire's Shifters Club by Diana Seere
Title: The Billionaire Shifter's Curvy Match
Series: Billionaire Shifters #1
Author: Diana Seere
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: September 13, 2016
Blurb
Welcome to the most exclusive club in the world. The Novo Club. Novo is Latin for “change.” Our members prefer the word “shift” though.
It’s the hottest club in town.
The price of membership is your heart and your secrecy.
All you need to do to join is to be loved beyond your wildest imagination by someone powerful with an…alpha side so primal it’s in their blood.
Are you ready?
Good. Then let’s begin.
The Billionaire Shifters Club is a new series featuring the five Stanton siblings, four brothers and one sister who are all part of an ancient shifter family living in modern America. The subterranean club-within-a-club beneath the streets of Boston, Massachusetts holds secrets only the Stantons and their fellow shifters know.
When Lilah Murphy started serving drinks at the exclusive Platinum Club, she never expected she would be on the menu.
Biotech billionaire Gavin Stanton had one taste of the new, curvy server and his craving could never be satisfied until he had her fully. Completely.
Eternally.
Fate brought them together, but a centuries-old secret could tear them apart, for the Stanton family holds a shifter legacy that no human has ever threatened.
Until now.
Gavin Stanton is the billionaire CEO of a Boston biotech firm. He’s also a werewolf, the son of a large, ancient family with roots in the British aristocracy. His work is his life. But then he feels the Beat—an irresistible urge to mate with Lilah, a beautiful human who inflames his passions like no other—and he abandons everything he thought he knew in his need to claim her.
Lilah Murphy is broke and desperate. All she wants is a job to support herself, her sister, and her ailing mother. The last thing she needs is to get involved with a rich, powerful guy who would discard her after a few hot nights together and get her fired at her new, high-paying job. But she, too, feels the Beat. She hears him in her mind, feels him in her soul, and the urge to answer the ancient call is undeniable. Is she strong enough to embrace his secrets—and her own?
The Billionaire Shifter’s Curvy Match is the first in an all-new series of hot (did we mention *hot*?) romances about the billionaire shifters and the women they’re fated to love.
It’s the hottest club in town.
The price of membership is your heart and your secrecy.
All you need to do to join is to be loved beyond your wildest imagination by someone powerful with an…alpha side so primal it’s in their blood.
Are you ready?
Good. Then let’s begin.
The Billionaire Shifters Club is a new series featuring the five Stanton siblings, four brothers and one sister who are all part of an ancient shifter family living in modern America. The subterranean club-within-a-club beneath the streets of Boston, Massachusetts holds secrets only the Stantons and their fellow shifters know.
When Lilah Murphy started serving drinks at the exclusive Platinum Club, she never expected she would be on the menu.
Biotech billionaire Gavin Stanton had one taste of the new, curvy server and his craving could never be satisfied until he had her fully. Completely.
Eternally.
Fate brought them together, but a centuries-old secret could tear them apart, for the Stanton family holds a shifter legacy that no human has ever threatened.
Until now.
Gavin Stanton is the billionaire CEO of a Boston biotech firm. He’s also a werewolf, the son of a large, ancient family with roots in the British aristocracy. His work is his life. But then he feels the Beat—an irresistible urge to mate with Lilah, a beautiful human who inflames his passions like no other—and he abandons everything he thought he knew in his need to claim her.
Lilah Murphy is broke and desperate. All she wants is a job to support herself, her sister, and her ailing mother. The last thing she needs is to get involved with a rich, powerful guy who would discard her after a few hot nights together and get her fired at her new, high-paying job. But she, too, feels the Beat. She hears him in her mind, feels him in her soul, and the urge to answer the ancient call is undeniable. Is she strong enough to embrace his secrets—and her own?
The Billionaire Shifter’s Curvy Match is the first in an all-new series of hot (did we mention *hot*?) romances about the billionaire shifters and the women they’re fated to love.
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Excerpt
The sound of screeching rubber on asphalt drowned out the rest of her words. They both paused, expecting to hear cars colliding. Instead, there was eerie silence—and then the plaintive cry of a wounded animal.
A dog.
They both ran to the window. Outside, the usual neighborhood lowlifes loitered on their grubby street, where the most vibrant business was a check-cashing place. And a bar. Actually, a lot of bars.
And was that a limo? What the hell was one of those doing here?
The dog’s cries continued.
“Smoky!” Lilah gasped, turning away from the window, her heart pounding. “That bastard hit Smoky!”
Smoky was the neighborhood stray. He should’ve been ill-tempered, given his bad luck to live on the streets, but his was the friendliest face on the block, looking happy to see you, always eager for a pat, his tail wagging.
The limo might’ve killed the poor little guy. Taking three stairs at a time, Lilah flew down the stairwell to the stained security door and out the rusty gate to the sidewalk.
The usual drug dealer was standing on the corner, interrupted from talking to whoever was inside a parked silver Chevy. Under that car, only a few feet from him and still whimpering, was a huddled mass of pale fur.
Smoky.
Jess was right on her heels. “Oh, no.”
“We have to help him.” Lilah glanced up and down the street, preparing to cross, her long hair flying as she whipped her head back and forth to make sure it was safe.
Jess grabbed her arm. “You can’t! That’s the dealer who stabbed somebody last year, isn’t it?”
“Different guy,” Lilah said, although it wasn’t. She strode into the street just as the driver of the limo was getting out. She couldn’t leave Smoky to die in the street with those scumbags.
Then she saw the limo driver pull his arms back, hands on hips, revealing a barely-concealed gun on a holster around his chest. The window in the back of the limo remained up, and why shouldn’t it? Why would some rich dude want to get dirty? Why would he care if he’d run over some poor homeless dog?
The tiny scar above Lilah’s left eyebrow began to throb. It jolted her, making the scene before her look shimmery. Unreal. She pressed her fingertips into the tiny divot and hoped the throbbing would go away. The last thing she needed now was a three-day blinding headache.
And she’d run out of her meds. No money.
“What’s wrong, Lilah?” Jess grabbed her elbow and pulled her out of the middle of the street. She’d just frozen there, staring at the back windows of the limo.
Lilah could hear Smoky’s whimpering and the city traffic, but it all came as background noise through the throbbing in her head. It wasn’t quite pain. The pulsing felt like it pierced her brain, a second heartbeat she couldn’t quite follow.
Her vision was fine, and that meant it wasn’t a migraine. Then what was this?
And why did it worsen when her eyes flickered toward the back windows of the limo?
“Let’s get Smoky,” Lilah said, though her mouth felt like it was filled with cotton.
Jess had an arm around her. “I’ll get him. You’re about to faint.”
“I’m fine.” Lilah forced herself to move, shooting an icy glance at the neighborhood felon before she squatted down to the car’s rear bumper.
“Lilah, you look really pale,” Jess insisted, frowning. She looked so much like their mom when she did that.
“Here, puppy,” Lilah cooed, reaching out a hand. She knew the biggest danger was if Smoky ran away again and hid where nobody could help him, so she grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and pulled him as gently as she could out from under the car. Luckily, Smoky was a small thing, barely fifteen pounds, and she got him bundled up in her arms without having to drag him far.
He relaxed in her arms, his shivering more from fear than any injury. Thank goodness.
But as soon as she stood, the throbbing, pulsing pain returned. Her gaze was pulled to the back window of the limo, now open. To the man sitting in the shadows.
Him. Her head felt like someone had dropped a brick on it, her body filling with heat and lava.
It’s him.
What was the matter with her? She had to get Smoky inside. She didn’t know anyone who rode around in a limo, so why did she feel like she did?
Him.
It didn’t matter. She had to get closer. She had to see him.
Holding Smoky in her arms, Lilah took a step toward the limo, then another.
Jess snagged her elbow. “Lilah, no! You can’t! That driver has a gun—”
Lilah was beyond reason, the pounding turning into a word, a word that had no sound, no form, no sense.
Him.
Him.
Him.
That voice. It pounded like a hammer forging steel. She continued to advance on the shining black limo, barely noticing when the driver climbed inside and slammed the door. She was fearless in her uncontrollable need to see that face, to know he was real.
You’re real.
Jess was at her heels. “Lilah, please—”
The limo peeled out, its tires screeching as it drove past her only an arm’s-length away. Two bright blue eyes, glittering with otherworldly sharpness, met hers through the open window. Gold highlights tickled his hair, a honey brown that curved up at the neck, a little too long to be all business, with waves she wanted to sink her fingers into. A strong jaw, set firmly, and those wild, seductive eyes... oh.
Oh my.
And then the voice changed in an instant.
Mine.
Mine.
A dog.
They both ran to the window. Outside, the usual neighborhood lowlifes loitered on their grubby street, where the most vibrant business was a check-cashing place. And a bar. Actually, a lot of bars.
And was that a limo? What the hell was one of those doing here?
The dog’s cries continued.
“Smoky!” Lilah gasped, turning away from the window, her heart pounding. “That bastard hit Smoky!”
Smoky was the neighborhood stray. He should’ve been ill-tempered, given his bad luck to live on the streets, but his was the friendliest face on the block, looking happy to see you, always eager for a pat, his tail wagging.
The limo might’ve killed the poor little guy. Taking three stairs at a time, Lilah flew down the stairwell to the stained security door and out the rusty gate to the sidewalk.
The usual drug dealer was standing on the corner, interrupted from talking to whoever was inside a parked silver Chevy. Under that car, only a few feet from him and still whimpering, was a huddled mass of pale fur.
Smoky.
Jess was right on her heels. “Oh, no.”
“We have to help him.” Lilah glanced up and down the street, preparing to cross, her long hair flying as she whipped her head back and forth to make sure it was safe.
Jess grabbed her arm. “You can’t! That’s the dealer who stabbed somebody last year, isn’t it?”
“Different guy,” Lilah said, although it wasn’t. She strode into the street just as the driver of the limo was getting out. She couldn’t leave Smoky to die in the street with those scumbags.
Then she saw the limo driver pull his arms back, hands on hips, revealing a barely-concealed gun on a holster around his chest. The window in the back of the limo remained up, and why shouldn’t it? Why would some rich dude want to get dirty? Why would he care if he’d run over some poor homeless dog?
The tiny scar above Lilah’s left eyebrow began to throb. It jolted her, making the scene before her look shimmery. Unreal. She pressed her fingertips into the tiny divot and hoped the throbbing would go away. The last thing she needed now was a three-day blinding headache.
And she’d run out of her meds. No money.
“What’s wrong, Lilah?” Jess grabbed her elbow and pulled her out of the middle of the street. She’d just frozen there, staring at the back windows of the limo.
Lilah could hear Smoky’s whimpering and the city traffic, but it all came as background noise through the throbbing in her head. It wasn’t quite pain. The pulsing felt like it pierced her brain, a second heartbeat she couldn’t quite follow.
Her vision was fine, and that meant it wasn’t a migraine. Then what was this?
And why did it worsen when her eyes flickered toward the back windows of the limo?
“Let’s get Smoky,” Lilah said, though her mouth felt like it was filled with cotton.
Jess had an arm around her. “I’ll get him. You’re about to faint.”
“I’m fine.” Lilah forced herself to move, shooting an icy glance at the neighborhood felon before she squatted down to the car’s rear bumper.
“Lilah, you look really pale,” Jess insisted, frowning. She looked so much like their mom when she did that.
“Here, puppy,” Lilah cooed, reaching out a hand. She knew the biggest danger was if Smoky ran away again and hid where nobody could help him, so she grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and pulled him as gently as she could out from under the car. Luckily, Smoky was a small thing, barely fifteen pounds, and she got him bundled up in her arms without having to drag him far.
He relaxed in her arms, his shivering more from fear than any injury. Thank goodness.
But as soon as she stood, the throbbing, pulsing pain returned. Her gaze was pulled to the back window of the limo, now open. To the man sitting in the shadows.
Him. Her head felt like someone had dropped a brick on it, her body filling with heat and lava.
It’s him.
What was the matter with her? She had to get Smoky inside. She didn’t know anyone who rode around in a limo, so why did she feel like she did?
Him.
It didn’t matter. She had to get closer. She had to see him.
Holding Smoky in her arms, Lilah took a step toward the limo, then another.
Jess snagged her elbow. “Lilah, no! You can’t! That driver has a gun—”
Lilah was beyond reason, the pounding turning into a word, a word that had no sound, no form, no sense.
Him.
Him.
Him.
That voice. It pounded like a hammer forging steel. She continued to advance on the shining black limo, barely noticing when the driver climbed inside and slammed the door. She was fearless in her uncontrollable need to see that face, to know he was real.
You’re real.
Jess was at her heels. “Lilah, please—”
The limo peeled out, its tires screeching as it drove past her only an arm’s-length away. Two bright blue eyes, glittering with otherworldly sharpness, met hers through the open window. Gold highlights tickled his hair, a honey brown that curved up at the neck, a little too long to be all business, with waves she wanted to sink her fingers into. A strong jaw, set firmly, and those wild, seductive eyes... oh.
Oh my.
And then the voice changed in an instant.
Mine.
Mine.
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Diana Seere was raised by wolves in the forests outside Boston and San Francisco. The only time she spends in packs these days is at romance writing conventions. In truth, Diana is two New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors who decided to write shifter romance and have more fun. You can find “her” on Facebook at Diana Seere’s Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/DianaSeere
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