Sexy Excerpt: Cougar’s Courage

Cougar’s Courage (Duals and Donovans: the Different, Book 3) is a paranormal romance, with a sexy cougar shapeshifter hero and a shaman-in-training heroine. Both the magic and the hero’s animal side show up in the excerpt below. The book’s out in print on 10/7/14, so I thought I’d share a little hot shapeshifter sex.

Blurb: Toronto cop Cara Many-Winters Mackenzie is still reeling from her fiancé’s murder when her orderly life takes a turn toward the weird, complete with voices in her head and phantom bleeding wounds.

This violent awakening is the rise of her Different gift—a chaotic, Bugs-Bunny-on-crack magic that she must learn to control before it destroys her. There’s only one place to get help: her mother’s ancestral village, and a mentor who seems to have stepped straight out of the smoke of her erotic dreams.

Cougar Dual Jack Long-Claw reluctantly agrees to take Cara under his wing, though he’d much rather take the beautiful city girl into his bed. As he guides her through a crash course in shamanic magic, sparks fly—some sexy, some snarky. But when an ancient enemy attacks the village, they must work together to hone a magical weapon against certain destruction.

Common sense tells them it’s a terrible time to fall in love. Their spirit guides have other ideas. And shamans who don’t listen to their spirit guides are dead shamans…

Warning: Hot shape-shifting feline hero. Strong but shell-shocked heroine. Snarky, meddling spirit guides. And lots and lots of sex: angry sex, crazy sex, magical sex, and just plain sexy sex.

Jack kissed her again, savagely, one hand grasping the back of her neck and the other her ass as if he feared she’d escape. Her back arched as he tried to press more of her against him and she did her best to oblige.

The strain added to the heightened sensations pouring through her.

Phil always touched her like she was fragile and might break, even though they were the same height and she could bench-press more than he could.

Jack could probably bench-press two of her. He was several inches taller than she was and solid as a big cat. Yet he seemed to take it for granted that she could handle anything he dished out, from love-bites to a bruising grip.

It made her want to give back as good as she got.

If she was gasoline, Jack was a match.

He kissed and nipped his way down her body, bringing her nipples to life with his lips and tongue and questing, pinching fingers. Forceful, riding the line between perfect and too much, and right now, that was exactly where she wanted to be.

The wind howled outside, or maybe it was her blood.

Her jeans were already gone when she woke. Damp from collapsing in the snow, she assumed, and Jack had gotten her out of them while she was unconscious, leaving her thermals in place. He cupped her through the thermals, stroking her throbbing sex. Pushing, pushing. The lamps flared alarmingly, their flames rainbow-striped.

Jack interrupted what he was doing just long enough to glare at the lamps and growl, sternly, “No.” They returned to normal.

Then he slipped his hand inside the elastic waist of her thermals. His fingers burned on her belly as they worked their way down.

Jack raised his eyebrows and smiled appreciatively as he stroked the soft, sleek curls on her mound. Then he discovered her clit and went to work.

Her body tensed. She saw a meteor shower on a snowy night as the roof of the cabin opened, heard distant laughter that she swore emanated from somewhere in that impossible sky.

She came hard, bucking and shuddering, tears welling in her eyes from the painful intensity of the pleasure. She’d had plenty of good sex in her life, but this was ridiculous in its speed and intensity.

The craziest thing was that it didn’t take the edge off her desire, but pushed it higher.

Cara had never been so glad she’d indulged in the ridiculously adorable leopard-print thermals, or so glad to get out of them as he helped her wiggle free. They’d need to be washed anyway; they smelled like twofer Tuesday at a whorehouse.

She grabbed the ragged edges of his shirt and yanked. The remaining fabric yielded with a satisfying ripping sound, and a few buttons popped onto the floor.

His body was as beautiful as she’d dreamed, and she couldn’t seem to stop touching it. Lean, strong, not bulked up like a guy who spent time working out in a gym, but all muscle. His skin looked smooth and felt like sueded silk under her hands. Living silk, warm and supple and so delicious.

His jeans wouldn’t rip away. She had to unzip. He had to wriggle. Conscious thought was definitely involved. But most of the thought was simply, Naked. Need naked.

She said the only words she’d managed to get out since the first kiss. “My God, your cock is gorgeous.” Not the kind of thing she usually thought, let alone blurted out, but his was so big and thick and delicious that she couldn’t help herself.

Jack threw his head back and laughed. “Thanks, but I know the truth. Even the best cock’s funny looking.” Then his voice dropped into smoky intensity. “It’s what you do with them that makes them beautiful.”

“Show me, then. Now.”

Buy links for the ebook:

Amazon/Kobo/Samhain /B&N

Buy links for the paperback:

Amazon /B&N /Samhain

 

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