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Category: Erotica/Multicultural-Interracial Erotica/Romance
Description: Tired of the usual dating scene, Savannah Lisander, part-human, part-dragon, is skeptical that she'll ever find her souler. Then she meets a set of triplets who blow her mind and her heart. She's dated a fireman like Eli Cattaneo before, fiery in bed with a gentle soul; no biggie, she can easily handle his type. Or a high-roller investment banker like Zach, who knows every sexy trick known to mankind to make a woman swoon in ecstasy. Or even a Dominant who doesn't take no for answer, like Diego, owner of a sex club in Soho. But to have the three at the same time? Savannah fears she's bitten off more than even she can chew. The three panther shifters from New York are ready for a weekend trekking around shifter-friendly Utopia Bay, but when they meet Savannah, they're more interested in playing with her than in playing Tarzan. Managing a foursome has never been this tricky. Or so wickedly fun.
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2010 2010
eBookwise Release Date: April 2010

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [78 KB]
Words: 15888
Reading time: 45-63 min.

"Three totally sexy men, each unique and oh so hot." -- Margo Arthur, The Romance Studio

Panther shifters and Italian. Savannah Lisander couldn't think of anything more dangerous than a combination of the two. She saw three of them unloading their luggage from their boat. They were triplets to be exact. At six feet five, they were fine male specimens, perfectly well built bodies, broad chests, tanned complexions, raven hair and ruggedly handsome faces, the brothers were every woman's dirty fantasy. Any one of them would make a perfect souler. On his own. But there were three of them. She smelled trouble already. Big time.

A cool breeze surged past her, teasing her long hair that she'd tied into a ponytail. The weather was a perfect seventy degrees, though feeling a little bit cool as she climbed down from her Hummer and out to the deck. Only the one boat carrying the triplets from St. Croix was docked today in Utopia Bay's marina.

She caught the gaze of one of them and immediately felt the air thin around her. Her heartbeat started to accelerate and her pussy clenched. The man fixed his stare on her. Hypnotic. Possessive. Predator eyes. A true hunter. He possessed a pair of hazel eyes that burned like molten bronze. His silky black hair draped over his shoulders, and his intricate tribal tattoo peeked under his short-sleeved tee. A wicked smile curled at the corners of his lips when Savannah approached him.

She cleared her throat. "Are you guys the Cattaneos?"

"That would be correct, pretty lady," he answered. His voice was seductively throaty, a signature macho male voice that you heard on commercials. "And you are?"

"Savannah Lisander. I'll be your guide on your hike tomorrow. Welcome to Utopia Bay." She stuck out her hand and he shook it with delight.

He didn't release her hand. His eyes fixed on her, feasting from her head to her toes as if he couldn't decide what he would do with her first. It didn't take a genius to figure it out; Savannah knew he was imagining dirty things about her. She tried to pull her hand away politely, but he wouldn't let her go. His grip was firm.

"My name's Diego. It's very nice to meet you, Savvie. May I call you Savvie?" He looked over his shoulder and called his brothers. "Eli. Zach. Come meet our guide."

One of the other triplets looked at her and dropped what he was doing, a naughty grin plastered across his face. His eyes were glued on her as he stalked to where she was standing. Like Diego, he also had a pair of luminous hazel eyes that could freeze the air around her. But he wasn't a hunter type. Beneath his lush lashes, his eyes told her he was a seducer. Savannah knew his type all too well. She had dated a few of his type in the past. "Well, well." He dusted the dirt off his hands before seizing Savannah's from Diego and shaking it. "This is our guide?" he asked his brother, without tearing his gaze from her.

Diego winked. "The sweet Savannah Lisander. Savvie, this is my brother Zachary."

"Perfect," Zach declared. "I can already tell we're going to have an interesting weekend. Are you married?"

"Excuse me?"

"Engaged?"

"I don't see if that is any of your --"

"Boyfriend?"

"Zach!" Diego chastised his brother. "Be nice." He turned to her. "Girlfriend?"

Savannah yanked her hand from Zach's grip. "Yes. And she's three months pregnant with our baby."

The grin on Zach's face vanished in an instant. Savannah wanted to laugh but she was able to keep her face straight. Diego didn't believe her. He looked straight into her eyes as if he could tell she was fibbing.

The other triplet came by. He was dressed in a white tee with dark chinos and steel-toed boots. His hair was cropped close and his skin was slightly more tanned than his brothers. The muscle bulging under his tee showed that he took care of himself well. He might be into body building too. "Hello." He nodded at her. "I'm Elijah. It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Lisander. I believe we've talked on the phone before? When I made the reservation?"

Savannah remembered. "I believe we have." Eli was polite and cultured, just as she recalled on the phone. Back then, she suspected he was a geek, considering he and his brothers were from New York and the majority of her clients were some bored yuppies. She didn't expect the Cattaneos would be so... yummy. She craned her neck, looking at their luggage that was piled on the marina's deck. "Is that all your bags?"

"I have a couple more items in the boat," Eli replied. "I haven't finished unloading."

"We have plenty of time, don't worry." Savannah peeked at her watch. "We'll hike out tomorrow morning at six sharp. As soon as you load your luggage into my car, I'll drive you guys to your motel. And perhaps..." she turned to Eli, "you could come with me to my office to finish up the registration? I need you to sign some papers."

"I'll do that," Zach answered eagerly. Eli shot him a look. "He didn't want me to pay for the trip," Zach whispered. "Is that your Hummer?"

"Yes."

"Wonderful."

After Savannah dropped Diego and Eli at the Cherry Creek Motel, she drove Zach to her office, about two miles from the marina, to wrap up their paperwork. Zach watched her while she was driving. "Yes?" she finally asked.

"Do you really have a pregnant girlfriend?" Zach was curious.

"What do you think?"

"I don't think you swing that way. You love cock. I can tell."

Her cheeks burned from his brazen statement. She chose not to answer. Her guts were right. The Cattaneos were trouble. Especially Zach.

"How long have you been a guide here?" He finally tore his eyes from her, scanning the road.

"About three years."

"Before that?"

"I was from Chicago."

"Why did you move?"

"Too cold for my liking." Savannah entered her parking lot and turned off the car. "We just need to sign some waivers and take down your payment. I know you're tired from your trip so I'll be brief."

"Oh, I'm not tired."

"Really," she retorted flatly. Somehow, she wasn't surprised.

Zach gave her a look as if he were a cat that had been given a bowl of cream. His smile was crooked. Savannah had to admit he had sensual lips for a man. Too sensual, in fact. She wondered how many women had fallen into his seduction. Plus, everything about Zach screamed money, from the designer shirt he wore to his gold Rolex watch. He had said earlier that he was an investment banker, working for one of the biggest economic entities in the world. Great. She sighed. One of her clients was a millionaire Casanova. She was experiencing deja vu already.

Zach studied her desk and office after he paid the registration fee. "I don't see any photos of your girlfriend." Savannah rolled her eyes. He was relentless. "So?" he peppered her.

"So, what?"

"I think you're lying."

"So?" She shrugged in a nonchalant manner.

His eyes brightened, looking triumphant. "I knew it."

"I think we're all set. I'll drive you back to your motel."

"Are you hungry?"

"No."

"Too bad. I want to take you out to dinner."

"I'm busy."

"Maybe a drink or two? I won't bite. I promise."

"When was the last time you got laid, Zach?"

He flinched, looking surprised from her straight shot. "Why do you ask?"

"I'll let you borrow my lotion if you need to relieve yourself." Savannah rummaged in her top drawer and fished out a bottle of Nivea.

The look on his face was priceless. "Very funny, Savvie. Can't blame a guy who tries to put a move on a pretty woman, can you?"

"Well." Savannah put the lotion bottle on her desk. "I'm currently not interested in romantic interludes." It was a half-truth. In reality, she was just burned out from the dating scene. After she'd found out her ex-fiance, the man she thought would be her souler, was cheating on her, she moved from Chicago to lay low for a while in Utopia Bay. She'd rebounded fast, but it quickly became passe. Most nice guys were either taken or gay, leaving her with players, jerks and Mr. No-Personality. She was tired of all of them.

Zach looked intrigued. "How come?"

"Men are all assholes."

"You haven't met the right man."

"And you're the right man?"

His smile widened. "You'll never know until you open your heart, darling. Love is a wonderful thing."

"Right." Savannah brushed past him. Her breath stalled in her throat when Zach snagged her waist and pulled her into his arms. "Hey!"

He lowered his head until their lips were only a hairsbreadth away. "I can make you come in under five minutes."

"What? This is not appropri --" She blinked, turning curious. "No way."