Happy Monday, peeps, Doris here.
As the title says, this is a shameless Hey, look at me, I’ve got a new release post.
Well, Her Panther Protector is up for Pre-order anyway. You can actually meet Sasha on August 4th.
Who is this Sasha, I hear you ask. Weeelll….. let me share my visual inspiration for the bad boy Panther of The Protectors.
Still with me? 😉
Those of you familiar with my Protectors series, will of course have met Sasha in the previous books. Like I said he’s the bad boy of the bunch, who doesn’t really want to get his hands dirty, and comes across as somewhat of an obnoxious so and so.
You know how it goes, though, especially for those bad boy shifters…. when they fall, they do so hard and fast, and never is that truer than in Sasha’s case. When his sordid past catches up with him in the form of his son, and his son’s aunt….
Things get interesting!
You can read the story and erotic excerpt here, but I thought I would share the moment Sasha comes face to face with his mate for the first time. As you will see Macey is no push over 😉
He switched his engine off outside the cottage, frowned anew at the open gate, and then snarled when the unmistakable sounds of sex reached his ears. So, that’s why that sorry excuse for a mother didn’t know their son was wandering about the place. At least he assumed that was his son’s mother in there. His boy’s scent was all over this place, clearly signaling this was where he lived.
He crossed the distance to the front door in seconds, and the steady growl of his panther got louder. Jesus, one swift kick and that would come down. His stomach churned at the thought of his boy being out here, completely defenseless, and he gulped in air to calm down his beast. Already, he could feel himself growing taller. His muscles bunched and it took every ounce of willpower he possessed to stop the shift. It would be so easy to simply go for the kill and claim his son. Only the knowledge of his own pain, when his mother died, stopped him.
Sasha couldn’t take his boy away from her—not yet, anyway. Every child loved their mother, regardless of whether that mother was nothing more than a whore, so he swallowed his murderous impulses and put his son down on the garden hammock to the side of the cottage. The little fellow moaned and then curled up on his side. Wrapped up as he was in Sasha’s leather jacket, only his head could be seen, and one little foot. Sasha bent down and tucked that, too, from view.
His chest tightened with the rush of emotion he felt for this little guy. He might not have wanted a child, and sure as fuck couldn’t envisage himself as a father, but now that he’d held his son, he knew he couldn’t just walk away. For better or worse, this little boy needed him, and he’d do his damn best to make sure he was looked after, starting with giving his mother a lesson in taking care of him.
Just as predicted, one swift kick with his booted foot was all it took for the front door to give way. The hinges broke and the thing crashed against the wall, and then hung there precariously. That noise, at least, got through to the pair entangled in a sweaty heap of entwined limbs on the settee, and, head down, nostrils flaring, he approached them, and stopped short when the woman screamed. She pushed the boy she had been consorting with off her, and made a grab for her clothes.
“Who the fuck are you?” she screeched, and, eyes wide in fright, jumped to her feet and retreated behind the settee. Her useless boyfriend hastily yanked his jeans up his legs and tried to make a run for it, but Sasha stopped him with just a look.
He knew this fucker. Jack Simpson was one of the lads that hung out at the youth center, Leon volunteered at. His panther fed off the combined waves of fear that came off the two teenagers in front of him, and Sasha smirked.
“I could ask you the same question,” he growled, and Jack Simpson went so pale Sasha thought he was going to pass out. The female recovered her equilibrium much faster, and he had to laugh when she made a lunge for the telephone on the side board. He was on her in seconds and screaming blue murder she tried to kick him in the balls and, when that didn’t work, made a swipe at his head with the phone.
Thanks to his shifter reflexes, Sasha ducked those moves easily enough and, once he had her wrists pinned up high above her head, used his bodyweight to hold her against the wall. Normally, he would have enjoyed the way this female’s curves molded against him, but he was here for answers, and besides, this girl was far too young for him. A careful sniff of her confirmed what he already knew. This wasn’t his boy’s mother, but clearly the babysitter. Nonetheless, he would still teach her a lesson for not looking after his son, and his panther growled low in his throat.
“Jesus, let go of her, man. We didn’t mean no harm.” Jack’s voice had risen to an effeminate squeak in his agitation, and Sasha threw his hand off his shoulder with just one shrug. Jack swallowed hard and took a step back, hands up in the air in a defensive gesture when Sasha glared at him. No doubt his panther was showing in his eyes, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about that right now.
“Really?” he asked, and his voice held the distinctive growl of his beast. “Then tell me why I found the boy your little playmate here is supposed to look after, wandering naked and dirty along the main road.”
“No, he can’t have.” The girl’s terrified whisper brought his attention back to her, and she shook her head at him. “He’s asleep upstairs. I mean, I would have heard him…oh, shit.”
Tears sprang into her eyes, and she looked so utterly miserable and worried that some of Sasha’s anger evaporated. Searching her face, he could see nothing but genuine remorse in this youngster’s expression, and he released her wrists and stepped away from her slowly. She hurried to put the rest of her clothes on as headlights filled the front room. A car door opened and slammed shut and the most delicious scent rooted Sasha to the spot. Before he could react at all, that scent grew stronger. A young woman in a nurse’s uniform burst through the ruined front door, and Sasha stared down the barrel of her drawn handgun.
The whole situation would have been comical, were it not for the fact that her finger twitched on the trigger as she screamed at him.
“Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing in my house?”
Macey’s hand shook so much she had to grab her wrist to steady it. What in all that was holy was going on? Her heart had near stopped, seeing Kenny asleep on the hammock outside and wrapped inside the leather jacket of one of the thugs that rode around the countryside on their bikes. The gleaming Harley parked in front of her garage had done nothing to help her overactive imagination, let alone seeing her front door half hanging off its hinges.
Jesus, she had come to Cumbria to escape the violence of inner-city life, not to find herself having to draw her handgun on…she blanched when a deep, animalistic rumble rose from the massive chest she was pointing her gun at. The vibrations of that growl shook the floorboards, and she took a deep breath in to steady her nerves.
The intruder to her house shook his head, inhaling sharply, and when he ran a hand through his shock of black, unkempt hair, Macey couldn’t help but notice the way his inked biceps flexed and his chest muscles rippled under the tight black T-shirt he wore. Really, this person…no, this criminal who’d invaded her home should look like a walking cliché of a bad-boy biker, but somehow he made that whole look work.
Her long forgotten libido had to choose now to notice the way his faded jeans clung to his tree-trunk thighs and hugged the impressive bulge in his groin, and the man had an ass to die for. After all, that had been her first view of him, together with his massive shoulders, before he’d swung round with a grace and speed belying his large, heavy frame, and she found herself caught in the hypnotic stare of his crystal-blue-eyed gaze. It had to be the dim lighting in this room that made it look as though his eyes started to glow and change from the deepest cornflower blue to glowing yellow.
His scent increased, alluring, dark, spicy, with a hint of earth and danger that sent shivers down her spine, not of fear, which would have been the sensible reaction, but excitement, and the decidedly odd notion that she knew this man. Macey was fairly sure she’d have remembered ever having met this dangerous hunk before, but there was something so familiar about the way his full lips kicked up into a sinful smirk.
“Careful there now, darling. You don’t want to injure yourself with that gun.” His deep drawl wrapped itself around her senses and threatened to pull her further under his spell until the actual words registered.
How fucking dare he?
The walking advert for chauvinistic male took a step toward her, and Macey lowered her gun until it was in line with his cock.
“One more step, and you’ll lose the ability to pee, never mind any other activity.” Macey was quite proud of herself for getting those words out with only the slightest wobble in her voice. When the infuriating man laughed and took another step, she aimed at his feet and let go of the trigger. The bullet slammed into the floorboards between his legs, and Monika’s scream echoed in her ears.
Macey threw her babysitter a disgusted look and, narrowing her eyes, brought the gun back in line with Mr. Chauvinist’s groin. To his credit, he didn’t even flinch, just regarded her thoughtfully, and she could have sworn a brief flash of admiration crossed over his strong features before he schooled his expression into a mask of indifference.
“Next time, you’ll bleed, got that?” she asked, and he nodded. “Now, again, tell me what the hell you’re doing in my house.” She swung her gaze back to the useless babysitter she’d been forced to employ, and took in the wide-eyed male teen, who looked about ready to lose control of his bodily functions.
Hands up in the air, he took several steps away from her, until he was half hidden behind Monika. Macey inwardly rolled her eyes, and her temper rose when she took in their semi-naked state. She hadn’t noticed that at first in her agitation of getting through the door, unsure of what or who she would find in her house. Judging by the rumpled sheet on the settee and the used condom on the floor, the teens had been having sex on her time.
Macey drew another shaky breath into her lungs as the puzzle pieces clicked into place. No doubt Kenny had had another one of his sleepwalking episodes and, too busy getting laid by her boyfriend, Monika hadn’t noticed Kenny leave the house.
That still didn’t explain the biker’s presence, mind you, unless…
“I’d have thought that was obvious, darling.” His mocking words brought her attention back to him, and the fine hair on her neck rose at the waves of anger that came off this man now.
“I’m not your darling, and if it was obvious, I wouldn’t be asking you, would I?”
A grim smile lit up the man’s dark features, and the even set of teeth he sported were a startling contrast to the black beard that graced his jaw. Really, he was all dark and brooding like some sort of avenging angel.
“And I’m not exactly in the mood to answer your questions while you’re pointing that gun at my dick.” His grin deepened when Monika made a strangled sound at the back of her throat, and then, much to Macey’s surprise, his whole posture changed.
“Hey, there, little fellow. Did we wake you up?”
[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Romance, shape-shifters, bondage, spanking, flogging, sex toys, HEA]
A son and a mate in one fell swoop—he’ll never live this down.
Panther shifter Sasha Draven might be a Protector, but that doesn’t mean he’s is in a hurry to get his ass kicked protecting clueless humans. This bad boy doesn’t do commitment, but when he comes face to face with his past in the form of his son, every protective instinct he never knew he had kicks in. He will protect what’s his at all costs.
Macey Laine thought she’d escaped the inner city violence threatening her nephew when she left Glasgow behind. The last thing she expects is to come face to face with her sister’s past in her own home. There’s no denying this bad boy biker is Kenny’s father. If only she could deny the instant connection she feels to this stranger, as easily.
Nothing good will come of this, especially when the threat to Kenny tracks them down…
Available for pre-order now at Bookstrand.
That’s it from me today. Do stay naughty, folks,