Product Description

Her sister’s vicious murder tore Kamari from the small town of Hartsland sending her seeking solace in a new town. However, the sleepy town of Snowbury was anything but simple. Within its borders, heat flares between Kamari and Mica, a sexy bouncer.

An affair with the hot little waitress-bartender is exactly what Mica’s coyote yearns for, but the fire that sparks hot and burns bright could lead to betrayal of her pack when a brutal murder at Coyote Closet threatens to send its owners to jail.

As the deadly mystery and conspiracy unfolds, Kamari realizes she’s in a dance for her life with her sister’s killer, and she’ll stop at nothing to ensure animal law is enacted. Will the price for justice be her mate’s life or her own?

Be Warned: f/f sex, BDSM, sex toys, anal sex



Excerpt:

Mica Clawer’s gaze slid slowly around the room from the stage where one of the popular dancers was shaking her moneymaker in the crowded lounge where customers were enjoying the show.

A few dancers circulated along with a couple of waitresses dressed in little to nothing. One of them was the new waitress-bartender who’d blown into town two and a half weeks ago looking for work.

She had an interesting resume of popular strip clubs in four states as a dancer and bartender and it was easy to see why. The cappuccino-brown-skinned beauty wore a short skirt that barely covered her ass, and a cami that bared her shoulders and arms which were covered in blue and silver body glitter that formed a wolf head on the back of her shoulder.

She moved with grace, her inky black hair put up in a couple of Bantu knots tonight. More than one patron was checking her out, but no woman had a right to touch unless the girls invited and desired it.

Kamari Sang gave a little shake of her hips and the three women at the table all tucked bills into the waistband of her skirt before she gave them an engaging smile and moved on. The damned girl was too sexy for her own good and the way she worked it, she could be up on that stage stealing the show.

Their eyes met across the room, and Kamari caught the beat of the music and did a slow roll of her hips and shimmy of her perfect breasts before running the fingers of one hand down her throat, to glide between the valley of her breasts. Her hand flattened on her stomach, and she winked before meeting a customer’s gaze.

The woman tucked a bill into the band of Kamari’s skirt and Mica growled, the coyote inside her enraged at the patron’s presumption. Her hands clenched into fists and her claws tried to slide free.

The animal side of her wanted to challenge the wolf shifters at the table where Kamari was stopped. That’s when Mica tore her gaze away, realizing she was as riveted as ever and in much danger of losing her focus and her head.

She turned her full attention back to the dancers on the floor as she wrestled her coyote back under control.

“That was the always coy, Baby Love,” the husky female voice announced from just behind the stage. “Welcome the sexy Ms. Subline.”

Cheers broke out and music started anew, but Mica barely gave the blonde a glance as her eyes followed the two dancers now on the floor.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Kamari said in a low tone.

Despite the music, Mica heard her fine, but that was one of the first things all dancers and bartenders were taught. Never shout at the security. What the human women who came to work here didn’t know was that that a great deal of Coyote Closet’s patrons and staff were shifters and the club was owned and run by coyote shifters.

Their senses were superior to human ones, allowing them to see with clarity in the dimly lit room and hear even a whisper.

Mica didn’t look away from the room, but she didn’t have to. The soft scent of orchid-rose drifted to her announcing Kamari’s presence. She’d caught that interesting perfume even over the alcohol, sweat, and lust roaming around the club.

The coyote half of her was curious and wanted to track that scent and kiss every part of Kamari’s body the perfume scented. Then Mica wanted to kiss, to lick, and bite each part until Kamari moaned her name.

It all started, strangely enough, with a children’s movie.

This past spring my kids had a week off from school. In most of the US, this would have been considered spring break. But in Maine, on the very north-eastern tip of the United States, it’s more like “mud season break.” It was a dreary, rainy stretch with temperatures hovering just above freezing.

So we watched a lot of movies.

One of the favorites from mud season break was the Irish animated film Song of the Sea, which is a beautiful fairy tale drawing on all sorts of traditional Irish folklore, including selkies, the magical beings that can transform from seals to humans and back again. Sometime during the sixth or seventh viewing of the movie, I started reading up on selkie mythology.

Selkies appear in Irish, Scottish, and Icelandic folklore. They are shape-shifters who can switch between human form and seal form, and they can be either male or female; the females usually end up as captives to their husbands, who hide their seal skins so they can’t return to the ocean. Male selkies, on the other hand, are described as quite handsome with great seductive powers.

Naturally, handsome and seductive caught my imagination. I started wondering what a male selkie would be like today, and what sort of a woman would catch his attentions.

The result of all our mud season movie viewing is that my children are now obsessed with Irish folklore, and my short story On Selkie Beach, featured in the Sinful Pleasures anthology, tells the story of a modern male selkie and his seductive powers…


Excerpt from On Selkie Beach:
I took his hand and stepped down. Muir pulled me to his chest, crushing us together. I gasped and his lips were on mine, fierce and hungry, tasting like the wild, smoky scotch we’d shared. My body responded before my mind could register what was happening, my mouth opening for him, my arms wrapping around his broad shoulders. He kissed me for a long time, our tongues embracing, dancing. When he let me go, my heartbeat thundered through my body and every nerve was on edge.

“Bridget,” he rasped, his voice thick.

My body trembled, hungry for his touch. Desperate for another kiss.

“Follow me,” he said, turning toward the vast darkness of the ocean.

I followed.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have, but I did.




Blurb

Sinful Press welcomes you to lose yourself in Sinful Pleasures.

Join us as we weave our way from mainstream erotic romance to surreal sex-filled dreamscapes and everything in between, created by some of the best new and established voices in the erotica genre.

Janine Ashbless, Ella Scandal, Sonni de Soto, Jo Henny Wolf, Lily Harlem, Lady Divine, Gail Williams, Samantha MacLeod, Tony Fyler, Ellie Barker, Lisa McCarthy


Samantha MacLeod Bio:

Samantha’s work has been described as, “breathtakingly lyrical stories that breathe new and unexpected life into the old gods and the mortals who cross their paths.”

Born and raised in Colorado, Samantha MacLeod has lived in every time zone in the US, and London. She has a bachelor’s degree from Colby College and an M.A. from the University of Chicago; yes, the U. of C. really is where fun comes to die.

Samantha lives with her husband and two small children in the woods of southern Maine. When she’s not shoveling snow or writing steamy sex scenes, Samantha can be found teaching college composition and philosophy to undergraduates who have no idea she leads a double life as an erotica author.

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