Thursday, 20 February 2014
Nathanael and Justin Cooper want Siyandra Taylor, but they’ve held back from getting to know her better because they’ve seen how she looks at Roderick Cooper, CEO of Cooper’s Farm and Alpha of the Cooper’s Farm Werewolf Pack. But her time to choose is almost up, and they can’t wait any longer.
Roderick won’t look at the woman he loves because, as Alpha, he believes he has to provide brides for his men before picking one himself. Siyandra has almost run out of time to fulfill her contract and choose a pair of bachelors to marry. She really likes Nathanael and Justin, but she’s attracted to Roderick as well.
Meanwhile everyone is on edge as the werewolves move to buy the BDSM club and put in good managers. But before the sale is complete, they really need to find out who is introducing the evil things there.
“Siyandra, do you still want to see us run as wolves?” asked Justin.
“Oh, yes, please. I’d love that.”
“Cooper, would you like to run with us tonight? It won’t be a long run, just enough for us to stretch our legs properly.”
It’d been a hell of a long time since he’d run in his wolf form. Offhand, he couldn’t even remember when it was. But months ago, definitely. Suddenly his wolf craved to be let out. To run free.
“Thank you, Justin, I’d like that. It’s been too long since last I ran. But how will this work with Siyandra?”
“Esther taught me how to ride the quad bikes. I’ll go on a bike while you three run.”
He smiled at her. She was smart as well as beautiful. But he already knew that from her interview. “All right. Let’s go to the barn then.”
They went back outside and in the barn, Siyandra took the keys and started one of the big red quad bikes, while the three men undressed. Roderick was conscious of being older and less fit than Nathanael and Justin, but at least he didn’t have a bulging belly yet. Although if he continued to spend a hundred hours a week sitting a desk he’d get one all too soon. He really needed to delegate more, but he’d already hired Keisha to help in the office so she could do some of Okapi’s work and Okapi could take over some of his chores. But there still never seemed to be enough hours in the day to do everything.
Oh well, he was going for a run now and really looking forward to it. His cock stood up and bounced as he looked at Siyandra sitting on the quad bike. Damn she was stunning. So very lovely. He wished she was sitting astride him not the fucking bike though.
The men were looking to him to lead them, so he said, “Siyandra, do you know the way down to the river then up to Lookout Hill?”
“Yes. I’ve been there several times.”
“Right, that’s what we’ll do then.”
He led the way down to the river, aware he was running just a little faster than he would if he was by himself. But damn it, he was the Alpha here and he wasn’t going to look old and incapable in front of his men. Or in front of Siyandra. But he’d have to slow down before they started going up the hill. If he got a stitch in his side, he’d look truly pathetic. He ran easily to the river and they stopped there and jumped in and out of the water, and around and over fallen trees. Justin rolled in the sand then shook himself spraying it everywhere, making Siyandra move out of his way, laughing.
He sniffed the water then lapped up a drink, standing with all four paws in the flowing stream. The sand here filtered the water and it was always pure and fresh. Wolves loved playing in water and this was a popular spot for the community both in human and in wolf form.
After a while they were all ready to move on again and he took them over a few dunes, which he expected Siyandra would enjoy going down as much as the wolves did. Then it was back onto the track to Lookout Hill. This, too, was a favorite place for the community to visit. In the day time there was an amazing view out over Cooper’s Farm—the crops, the fields, the wooded area. Even now, after midnight, it was beautiful with stars overhead and the fields lighter and darker shades of gray on black.
Siyandra turned the quad bike’s engine off, and climbed down, petting and stroking each of the wolves. She rubbed their ears and held their muzzles staring into their eyes. When it was his turn Roderick was certain she’d know each of them again if she saw them in wolf form. She was memorizing them so she could recognize them in the pack.
Finally she sat on the grass as if waiting for them to play some more, but the only game Roderick wanted to play involved her naked and his cock deep inside her. Such a damn shame he couldn’t take her. She belonged to Nathanael and Justin now, and it was more than he should expect they’d even let him share this brief time with her.
He changed into human form and sat a few feet away from her, facing her. “So what did you think of our wolves, Siyandra?”
“I saw Gowan on the airplane and I’ve seen some of you in the distance, but it was good to be able to share this time with you. I’ll know you again if I see you. Really, you’re all quite different. Not just in the color of your fur and your eyes, but in the way you stand and walk.”
“How do you mean?” asked Justin joining them.
“You’re a lot more playful. Mr. Cooper is very serious and focused. Nathanael likes to be first.”
Roderick stared at her. She’d summed up their characters in a few words and she was pretty damn accurate. “Call me Roderick,” he said.
“Roderick? Not Rod, or Rick, or Ricky?” she asked.
She had a lighter note in her voice and he wondered if she was teasing him.
“My mother never shortened my name, but at school I occasionally got Dick and didn’t like it. Rod or Rick would be okay in private I guess.” Then he realized he and she would never be alone in private. She belonged to Justin and Nathanael. Fuck it. Why can’t I get it into my head she’s not mine?
“I like Rick for you. Nathanael, do you ever get called Nate?” she asked.
“Yes, I do, and I don’t mind it. Are you going to call Justin, Juzzy?”
“Justin’s only two syllables. I can cope with that.”
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Friday, 7 February 2014
"Matched to the Wolves" (MFM) "Werewolf Brides" book 4
Shakina Brown is one of the nine mail-order brides brought to Cooper’s Farm to marry a pair of bachelors. She’s determined to open her own beauty parlor. Yaro Cooper and Zoan Cooper are equally determined that she’s their mate. All they have to do is keep her safe from whatever evil is happening in town and get her to agree with them.
Somehow it’s not easy. Shakina can’t see any danger and is focused on making her dream come true. The two werewolf shape-shifters are happy to help her fulfill her dream as long as she’ll fulfill theirs by mating them.
But a trip to the BDSM club highlights to Zoan and Yaro that something really bad is happening there, and it might be about to spread through the town. How can they keep her safe when she’s so far away from them all day long and no one knows who’s behind all the evil in Coopersville?
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“Get back in the car. You can’t open a beauty parlor here. It’s not a nice neighborhood.” Yaro Cooper urged Shakina Brown to return to the car.
“Who says it’s not a nice neighborhood? This little shopping strip is perfect. The stores here are exactly right to bring clients into my salon. It’s perfect. Absolutely perfect. These are the kind of people who’ll want their hair and nails done.”
Yaro grabbed her arms and tried to push her back into the car. Shakina dug all her weight onto her heels and resisted him. She liked Yaro and Zoan. Liked them a lot. In fact, she would very likely date them if they asked her out. But not until her own life was organized first. The CEO of Cooper’s Farm had agreed to act as guarantor so she could set up her own business and that was her first priority. She’d spent hours trying to find the right place to open her store and this was it.
Zoan Cooper stood in front of her, right in her personal space, so close she could have kissed his nose. If she’d wanted to, that is. But right now she was feeling more inclined to slap the two men upside the head for trying to stop her achieving her dream.
“This is where those two men tried to capture Okapi. Right here in this parking lot,” said Zoan.
“So what? They drugged him at the Sheraton Hotel. Are you trying to say the Sheraton Hotel isn’t in a nice neighborhood either?”
“Don’t be obtuse, Shakina. This is where the men acted. They must have known they could safely attack him here without fear of reprisals. Get in the car, now,” ordered Yaro.
“Oh, fuck off, you two. They attacked Okapi here because it was nighttime and dark. Not for any other reason. It’s now day time and you’re making a spectacle of yourselves trying to boss me around. Here comes the realtor now. You two can fuck off back to the farm. I’ll catch a taxi home when I’m done here.” Shakina stepped away from them and marched over to the door of the vacant store.
She’d wanted to be a beautician for as long as she could remember. Even as a tiny little girl she’d sit for hours braiding the neighborhood kids’ hair, and inventing various hairstyles. She’d even hoped to manage her own store one day, had picked out a name for it and everything, but there was way too much unemployment and crime in her own hometown. She’d thought of moving to California. All those movie stars and up-and-coming starlets had to get their hair done every day so there was sure to be plenty of work.
Shakina had pondered for a very long time before replying to the advertisement for the mail-order brides. It pretty much meant being a wife instead of a businesswoman. But she would be accepted and appreciated. Her life would have purpose and hope. Finally she’d sent off the application and left the response in the hands of the gods. If she got the job, good. If she didn’t, she’d catch a bus toward California. When her money ran out she’d take any work she could get until she could finish her journey and once there, she should have no trouble finding a job.
She looked down at the sidewalk and hid a grin. Yaro and Zoan were standing right behind her, not touching her. But she could feel their body heat and their annoyance at her actions. However, they hadn’t done what they easily could have, which was to pick her up and physically put her back in the car. She was five foot six and average build, but they were both solid, muscular, and over six foot. Manhandling her would have been dead easy for them. So that proved they did care about her. They’d tried to make her change her mind, but they’d stopped short of forcing her. Which meant they truly cared about her. Yeah, that was interesting.
“Ms. Brown? I’m Gracie.”
“Hi, Gracie. I’m Shakina.”
The woman didn’t look a day over eighteen to Shakina. Maybe it was just that, at twenty-four herself, she was starting to get older. It was definitely time to get a move on and open her beauty parlor anyway.
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