First, Renee with THE ALPHA'S PROMISE
Title: The Alpha’s Promise by Renee Rose (Book 2 in The Alpha’s Heat Series)
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance
A DOMINANT ALPHA. A TEMPTING HUMAN. AN IMPOSSIBLE ATTRACTION.
After one loser boyfriend too many, Melissa Bell swore she was done with bad boys, but when her ex puts her life in danger it is a buff, tattooed, dirty-talking alpha shifter who shows up to save her. More disturbing still, her rescuer makes it clear that he regards Melissa's safety as his personal responsibly, and defying his instructions soon earns her an embarrassing spanking. Though she should be furious, her body's reaction to the tough, handsome wolf's stern dominance demands more.
It doesn't take long for Cody to wish he'd never made an alpha's promise to protect Melissa, yet for some reason he can barely control himself around her. His inner wolf craves the beautiful human in spite of her snobbish attitude and constant sass, and when she is writhing over his knee, it is all he can do not to mark her and mate her right then and there.
Each moment he spends with the alluring, feisty girl only increases his hunger for her, but Cody promised himself long ago that he would never take a human as his mate. Will his pride push Melissa away forever, just when he realizes he can't live without her?
Publisher's Note: The Alpha's Promise is a stand-alone sequel to The Alpha's Hunger. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
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“Hey, wolves establish dominance physically. I don’t know the shifter you’re with, but try to be respectful and obedient.”
She snorted, looking over at Cody, who had crossed his arms over his massive chest, watching her with those assessing grey eyes.
Respectful and obedient?
For that ill-mannered asshole? Fat chance.
“I’m serious, Mel. He promised Ben to keep you safe. If you interfere with his efforts, he’s probably going to punish you. Physically.”
Her pussy clenched again. But that wasn’t right. It was Ashley who was into the authority figure type, not her. She just did bad boys. Or used to. Now she was doing suits and ties. Business owners or CPA’s. Or maybe a nice lawyer. A dentist, even.
Still, curiosity compelled her to ask, “How, exactly?”
Ashley sounded slightly embarrassed. “Like a spanking. Or whipping. Hopefully nothing worse. But…I’m pretty sure Ben just sanctioned that in the name of keeping you safe, so just keep your head down and do what he says until this blows over, okay?”
Like hell she would. And who did Ben think he was sanctioning her corporal punishment? She couldn’t stop herself from looking over at Cody again. Her pussy felt hot and wet under her skirt. An image of that scary tattooed man pushing her over the seat of his motorcycle and spanking her ass cherry red flashed before her mind and she flushed and turned away.
His nostrils flared and he shot her a surprised look. The edges of his lips curled.
Holy hell. Did he read minds?
I’ve gotten a few questions about this so let me clarify—we do not raise turkeys at the lodge. A smelly loud poultry pen would not add much to the holiday experience of our guests.
However, we do purchase farm raised turkeys from our neighbors. Here’s the thing—a turkey not raised in a tiny pen will have a very different flavor than a battery bird. It will. And there is something to be said for that rich and wild flavor. BUT—and it's a big one, a wild turkey will be less predictable in terms of tenderness. AND the flavor we all know and love in our holiday feast is the mild, white breast of a turkey of Mae West proportions. In short, I don't think your November feast is the place to try something new. I am here to assure you, my foodie friends, that a supermarket turkey is perfectly acceptable. Perfectly. If you want to order a heritage turkey from your local butcher—do so. You may love it and certainly it gives you foodie
bragging rights. But you don't need to mortgage the children to have a notable turkey feast. Let the grousing begin (see what I did there?)
Much has been written about how to prepare a turkey and most of it is best ignored. The days of baking a turkey for eight hours and constantly basting it are over—thank heavens. The
little pop up thermometer that comes in your supermarket turkey—pull it out. It's near the thigh and the breasts will be sad echoes of their juicily luscious selves by the time it activates. For
years I brined our turkeys and it works, although it's a bit onerous—scouring out the cooler, making the brine, submerging the turkey in water that sort of starts to look like bodily fluids that
you shouldn't ever come into contact with. Last year I began dry brining our birds and I am a convert. Total convert—you might find me in the airport giving away flowers with a tag that says
“dry brining is the way.” It’s not entirely without effort—you will need to clear a large space in your fridge. The beer may need to go on the back porch. Sorry, fellas, we all have to make
sacrifices for the holidays.