Pack Mentality (Collection)
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by Julia Talbot
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Romance
Description: Pack Mentality: Alpha Bites Sasha, the dark-eyed Russian, or Liam, the red-headed Irishman -- Jenny just can't choose. They're both amazing lovers. They're also both strong alpha wolves. It's Sasha who finally decides the three of them will make a fine pack. Now all he has to do is convince them both... Pack Mentality: Myra's Mate Myra has had the worst luck with men. Even when Colin's pack mates Sasha and Liam assure him that Myra is the girl for him he's reluctant to say the least. He certainly doesn't expect to find her secrets so incredibly intriguing. Can these two turn a blind date into a lifetime mating? Pack Mentality: Big Bad Wolf Kamen loves the day-to-day business of running his pack, but he's lonely and bored, and Steve smells like the perfect mate. But when the two of them get together, the pack turns on Kamen, challenging his alpha status, and his love for Steve. Is Kamen enough of a big bad wolf to keep them safe? Pack Mentality: Natural Selection Ryan is happy working as a park ranger and living with his big bear of a lover, Loyal, but wolves are social creatures, and he misses having a pack of his own. The new pack in town has been burned before, and Kamen and the others are willing to live and let live, but when Loyal gets kidnapped, will the pack throw in with Ryan and help save him?
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2010 2010
eBookwise Release Date: May 2010
27 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [229 KB]
Reading time: 144-202 min.
Praise for Alpha Bites "The fast-paced storyline brought out the intense passion between Jenny, Liam and Sasha and the lightheartedness between Jenny and Myra. I quite enjoyed how Jenny, Liam and Sasha's relationship was not just physical but they love and trust each other." 4 Stars! -- Tallyn Porter, Just Erotic Romance Reviews "A hot and steamy encounter that leaves the reader reaching for something to cool down with. This novella leaves nothing to the imagination and makes you come alive, in more ways than one." 4.5 Stars! -- Sheryl, eCataRomance Reviews Praise for Myra's Mate "The characters are quirky and fun, the storyline is light and the book length a quick lunch hour read. Werewolf romance fans looking for a little something hot and fast to bite their teeth into will most likely enjoy this peek into Julia Talbot's Pack Mentality series." -- Tammy, Love Romances Myra's Mate is a great choice for a quick erotic read." "Multiple O's! -- Lori Ann, Romance Reviews Today Praise for Big Bad Wolf "With sizzling sex and excellent writing that makes the characters come alive... Big Bad Wolf is a great choice for werewolf lovers." -- Lori Ann, RRT Erotic "The plot flows beautifully, with orgasmic sex and pack affairs running side by side." 4 Stars! -- Marcy Arbitman, Just Erotic Romance Reviews "Ms. Talbot pens a fast moving werewolf tale where the building tension between characters will capture the reader's interest and keep them entertained through to the end. This delightful story can easily be read as a stand alone." -- Water Nymph, Literary Nymph Reviews Praise for Natural Selection "Ms. Talbot knows how to pack a punch in her short stories... Natural Selection is a fun, and easy read that will keep you interested through the end and will leave you wanting to read more stories about these fascinating shifters. There are plenty of male/male scenes, so if that is something you enjoy reading, then this is definitely the book for you." -- Jacquelyn R. Ward, The Romance Studio "Julia Talbot's characters are funny, sexy and very charming. This is a most enjoyable story." 4 Nymphs! -- Chocolate Minx, Literary Nymphs Read An Excerpt Customer Service: Email form or Phone: (304) 885-4993 Monday-Friday Noon-5PM EST Yahoo! Group The Changeling Bar & Grille The Changeling Insider - our weekly newsletter Are you missing out? Check out the latest issue and find out how to subscribe! A Cheeky Changeling - the official ezine of Changeling Press Free ezine from Changeling Press featuring articles, interviews, and more! Free Stories Free stories from Changeling Press! All content and artwork is copyright 2004-2010 Changeling Press, LLC and may not be reprinted without permission.
"I don't know, Myra," Jenny said, pacing back and forth, her arm waving wildly as she talked to her roommate on her cell phone. She was on her supper break and needed to vent. "I just can't decide which one I like better."
"Well, you're going to have to figure it out sooner or later," Myra replied.
In the background, Jenny could hear the whirr of a blender. Myra made her living off grinding up all sorts of things to make protein shakes, and she was always experimenting. "Sooner rather than later, I think. Liam doesn't seem to have a clue, but Sasha keeps... sniffing me. I think he suspects."
"He'd have to be an idiot not to." Myra chuckled, the sound merry, like the woman herself. "You can't double time guys like him. Tell them, Jen."
"I will, I will." Jenny bit her thumbnail, watching the clouds gather in the sky outside her veterinary clinic. Looked like rain. "Okay, I gotta go, My. I'll see you in a few days. After, you know."
"I do know. I'll say a prayer to the Moon Goddess for you," Myra said, like she always did. "Be safe."
"You too, honey," Jenny returned. "Later."
The phone flipped shut in her hand, just like that, and Jenny sighed, rolling her stiff neck and shoulders. Really, she needed to hire more help. Trying to make sure all of the animals she was keeping for observation would be safe was, well, trying. The problem wasn't the work. It was the fact that her clinic was so far out of town. No one wanted to commute out there. Hell, no one could really understand why she'd chosen the location except Myra, who knew her dirty little secret.
The small building with its food storage shed and attached dog run was hers though, and it sat on a clearing off the main highway, a patch of woods sloping up the hill behind it. Jenny went back in, smiling as the whines and barks from the dogs and meows from the cats doubled in volume.
"Gotta get you guys bedded down for the night, huh? I promise, I'll get you locked in good and I'll leave you alone." Jenny petted this nose and that tail as she got the food storage containers out and started laying in dry food for the night. She'd be back to herself in the morning, and could come in and do it all over again.
Jonas the Rottie whined at her and Jenny went to check his sore paw, automatically glancing at the clock as she went. "Poor baby," she said, "still hurting, huh? Don't you worry. It'll heal up in no time."
Contrary to popular belief, animals weren't afraid of her. Now Sasha had caused the cats to sort of hiss and spit a little, but really, that could have been all that testosterone the man exuded as a human and had nothing to do with the other. He was all man.
So was Liam. That was the problem. They both had a lot to recommend them. Sasha had dark hair and kinda golden eyes and this deep, vaguely Russian voice. Liam had deep red hair and green eyes and the Irish lilt and... yeah, well. It was no wonder she was torn.
A shiver wracked her and Jenny hurried through the rest of the chores, soothing yelps and wags, trying to get outside before the sun went down. Just a few more minutes.
Was that her hand shimmering?
She made it out the door, locking it behind her just in time. All of the dogs inside the shelter answered her when she let out her first howl.
Sasha checked his watch, leaning on the hood of his Mustang while he waited. Damn, but Jenny worked late hours. She always seemed to work harder after the full moon. Like she felt she'd left all those animals alone for three nights and had to make up for it.
He was... horny. Hard. Ready. He always was after the change, and he'd been saving it for Jenny. Leaning through the open window, Sasha tapped the horn, his ears pricking up a little when he heard barking and whining inside.
Jenny came out, her lush body wrapped in tight jeans and an old t-shirt, a flannel jack-shirt over top and Sasha's body perked up even more. Yeah. That was more like it. She locked the door and came over to the car, frowning at him.
Pushing her dark brown hair behind her ears, Jenny whapped his chest. "You know I hate that stupid horn. It makes them crazy and they'd just settled down."
"Oh, bullshit." Sasha slid his sunglasses into place, opening the passenger door for her. "They don't settle until you leave and you know it. Italian or Greek?"
"Greek, I think," Jenny said. Instead of stepping gracefully into the car, Jenny grabbed the keys where they dangled from his belt loop and went around, hopping in the driver's side, daring him with a slanting glance of her blue eyes to say a word.
That was one of the things he loved about her. She defied him at every turn. She dared him and confounded him. She was a good match, a real alpha female. Now if he could just get her to commit.
"So when are you going to marry me?" he asked as Jenny pushed the Mustang into gear and peeled out on the highway, heading back into town.
She gave him a look, taking a curve on two wheels. "We need to talk about that," she said. "But not now. Let's have some lamb first. Maybe some baklava?"
They were going to talk. Oh, rah. Sasha put his hand on Jenny's right thigh, letting it ride up a little, listening to her breath speed up. Much better. Less talking, more heat. "What is there to talk about?" Sasha asked, grinning as he smelled the distinct odor of female arousal. "You like me, you like my car, we fuck like a dream..."
"The romance is dead," Jenny said in return, moving his hand off her leg.
The outskirts of Colorado Springs came into view, Jenny steering deftly toward Jake and Telly's Greek place, the home of the best keftethes and lamb kivetzi. The guys greeted them warmly when they came in, and Sasha wondered idly if the chefs would be so nice if they knew his ancestors' used to eat their ancestors' sheep.
Nudging Jenny's leg under the table always got her hot and bothered. Sasha played footsie while they ate, smiling as her cheeks heated and she finally kicked him, hard. They got dessert to go. They would go to his place. He liked her there, sort of natural and woodsy among all his fancy assed shit, her flannel contrasting with his chrome furniture and silk sheets. Besides, there was no Myra at his place.
Back at his apartment, Sasha grabbed Jenny around the waist after she put the leftovers in the fridge, pulling her to him for a kiss, bending her back over his arm to really make it a good one.
"You still want to talk?" he asked, grinning when they came up for air.
She blinked at him, licking her lips, one hand coming up to shove her hair out of her face. Her eyes had gone the color of the Colorado sky before a snowstorm, all grayish blue and still. "I should," Jenny said, her voice thick with desire. "I have reasons, you know."
"Reasons for what? Putting me off?" He worked at getting her flannel shirt off, one button at a time, exposing a lacy pink bra. Something about the feminine touch under the rough, manly fabric made him growl, made him rub against her.
"Yeah. For not... for not getting," she trailed off, gasping. "Oh, there. Hitched."
"There" was her nipple, and Sasha pinched it through lace and satin. It rose for him. It was so pretty, dark enough that he could see it through the cloth, the outline clear. He bent her back again, farther, leaning to close his lips around it, his teeth worrying the bit of flesh and fabric. He knew her reason for not getting hitched. He could smell Liam on her, and he approved. It made him all that much hotter. Now, if he could just get them to come to him together...
"More," she said, starting to pant, her chest flushed above the bra.
"We done talking?" he asked, chuckling.
"Talking? What is this talking you speak of?" She pounced on him, pushing him back this time, both of them toppling to the hardwood floor. The edge of his fancy designer area rug dug into his back. She straddled him, reaching back to unhook her bra before ripping at his shirt.
Damn, he loved it when she was all tooth and nail.
She ran her fingers down his chest when she bared it, her breasts squeezing up as she braced her hands on him and rubbed back with her round, little ass, which made his cock jump.
Damn. Yeah. Talking was overrated.