Thursday, October 25, 2012

Masquerade Giveaway Hop!!!!

Welcome to my stop on this great hop!!  A big thank you to My Secret Romance and Day Dreaming.  So what is my secret love?  Well besides a yummy demon that!! I LOVE big muscled, tattooed, animalistic males!  And who writes them really well?  Danica Avet of course!!!  So what am I offering?  One lucky winner will get the choice of One of the two yummies from Danica Avet.  Let's take a look:
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Fashion designer and bear shifter Kitty Chambers thought fifteen years was enough time to get over her first love, Monk Badeaux, but when she sees the sexy cougar again, her mating instincts return and it’s all she can do to keep her paws off him. Despite her wariness, Monk unearths a part of her sexuality she’d never known existed, using it ruthlessly to win her back. Monk is hazardous to her well-being and her heart, but Kitty isn’t sure she stands a chance against all this heat.

If you love something, set it free. Monk Badeaux did that and suffered the consequences. When Kitty comes home, he falls head over heels in love with the independent, no-panty-wearing woman his childhood sweetheart has become. And she hates him. Luck is on his side when he discovers his mate has a streak of exhibitionism he’s more than happy to exploit if it’ll bring them closer. Alleys, school gyms, cars…no location is sacred when a cougar is out to win his mate.
Sexy Snippet: 

“What are you doing here?” she asked as she dropped her smartphone on the sewing table she was supposed to be working at. “Where’s Tante Claudette?”

“You mean the poor bear sow so desperate to see her daughter’s dress she’d risk a grizzly bear’s displeasure? She went to work, which you probably would have known if you hadn’t been playing a game on your phone.” He leaned farther in the window, craning his neck to see the screen of her phone. “Angry Birds, Kitty? I’m well and truly shocked. You wouldn’t have shirked work for a game when we were kids. And I ought to know since I tried getting you to do just that on more than one occasion.”

She folded her arms over her chest to hide the way her nipples had tightened in interest as his scent wafted into the room. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t smelled him a mile away, but the stress from being home, making Daisy’s dress and the memories that tried to crush her every time she went to town made her brain fuzzy. She hadn’t slept well since the night of the assembly.

It wasn’t just the memories though, oh no. If only that were her only problem. It was the fucking dreams she wanted to avoid that left her staring at the ceiling until she passed out from exhaustion. Hot, sticky, dangerous dreams that involved her and Monk and a variety of positions she’d never even known were possible. She only thanked God that Daisy’s old bedroom was on the opposite end of her aunt’s house, otherwise her relatives would smell her arousal or hear her when she came. Because her dreams always ended with her hand buried between her legs, her pussy clamping on nothing.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded in an ugly tone that she hoped would discourage him.

Her body and her subconscious mind might have forgotten what he’d said to her two weeks ago, but her brain hadn’t. Neither had her bear and it set her to seething. She’d tried to think of other, more important things, like the gown she needed to make for her cousin, but the echo of Monk’s words haunted her, made her feel cheap and dirty, something she’d worked very hard to get over once before.

His grin faltered and his eyes darkened. “I wanted to apologize for what I said.”

Kitty went cold, hot, then cold again. “Which time?” She couldn’t resist baiting him and faked a grimace. “Well, I suppose I should say this time since the last time you never actually said anything to me, did you?”

She shouldn’t have gotten such sadistic pleasure in the tide of color that flooded his face, but she did. Kitty mentally licked her finger and gave this round to herself.

Monk cleared his throat. “God, Kitty, I’m so fucking sorry for all of it.”

“That’s nice,” she said without much interest.

She forced her eyes away from him, turning to look down on the gown she was designing for Daisy. It was the kind of dress Kitty would have made for herself back in the day. Well, not exactly the same. Back then she’d been nothing but raw talent and dreams. She hadn’t refined her craft, something she wouldn’t have cared about anyway. All that would have mattered was the male she met at the end of the aisle. The same male who’d stolen that dream of happily-ever-after from her. Kitty and her bear wanted blood.

“It’s funny, but I tell people I’m sorry when I bump into them by accident, or when I interrupt someone’s conversation.” She looked up at him and pinned him in place with her gaze. “I don’t tell people I’m sorry when I try to ruin their lives. I don’t apologize because I’m such a sick, miserable fuck that I get off hurting other people. Do you know why, Monk? Because until now, I never wanted to hurt anyone. Until you.” Her heart slammed against her ribs, adrenaline coursing through her body at finally telling the bastard what she thought of him. “Now, if you’d like to keep all of your parts intact, I suggest you get the fuck out of the window.”

The hurt that flashed in his eyes didn’t give her the satisfaction she thought it would, but she couldn’t back down. “You think I don’t know how inadequate sorry is, Kitty? Fuck, I’ve lived with what I did to you for years and then when I see you again, instead of begging for forgiveness, I lecture you.” He sounded disgusted with himself.

But her mind snagged on the most important part of what he’d said. “You’ve lived with it for years?” she asked as she leapt to her feet, anger scouring her veins. “You’ve lived with it? You son of a bitch!” Storming up to him, she poked him hard in the chest. “I was humiliated. For the first time in my entire life, I felt cheap and dirty and it didn’t help to have all of my ‘friends’ give me the cold shoulder, or ask me if I was available for a quick fuck.” Tears burned her eyes. Those same people fawned over her now, as if it had never happened.

She poked his shoulder, her claws itching to spring out of her skin and shred him to pieces. “I was counting the days to leave this town, to leave my family, all because of you. It took me a long time to realize not all males were dipshit assholes who only think about themselves. Years, Monk, before I could trust anyone with my body, all because of you. And you have the fucking nerve to act like you’re the one who suffered?”

With a move too quick for her to register in her furious state, Monk’s hands went to either side of her head. In a swift, gentle motion, he pulled her forward and kissed her. The move was so unexpected and so reminiscent of the times he would calm her with a gentle press of the lips, Kitty stood frozen for a moment.

He didn’t give her brain a chance to catch up. Between soft, nibbling kisses that didn’t press for more, he whispered against her mouth, “I’m sorry.” He brushed his lips against hers. “Forgive me.” He pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. “I’m so sorry, Kitty-Cat.” His tongue lapped at her bottom lip. “So damn sorry.”

He really is sorry.

Her greatest fears since returning to Maison Rouge came to life. He was touching her, kissing her, apologizing in the sweetest way, and her body was melting. Her bear threw her headlong into that kiss. The bear didn’t care that the woman wanted to punch this male in the nose. The bear recognized her mate’s scent, recognized his taste, and she wanted more.

 My Review:

Deputy Daisy Picou is not impressed when Ram Reinhardt prowls into town all rock star swagger and big cat ego. She’s been burned by a lion before and has no intention of playing the fool twice. But with one scorching glance the mating frenzy ignites and passion trumps reason. An intense first encounter levels Daisy’s reservations—and most of her living room. And she’s not so sure she minds.

Ram Reinhardt has burned through and brushed aside just about every adrenaline-inducing thrill life’s thrown at him. But Daisy sets the gold standard for a premium rush. Her combative personality should turn him off, but every time they fight they end up in bed, or on the floor, or against a wall—and the sex is always more combustible than the time before. And he’s not about to give that up. Ever.
Sexy Snippet:

Something banged on the front porch of the house, rousing her from her self-pity. It wasn’t a stealthy sound, but more like someone was trying to figure out how to get inside and didn’t care if anyone heard them.

Daisy pulled her service pistol out of the belt she’d left coiled on her nightstand. Some women kept lotions and sleeping masks or even books on their nightstands. Daisy left her gun and enough ammo to start a small war.

She climbed out of bed and toyed with the idea of getting dressed before she went to check on the noise, but another scraping sound prodded her into moving. She did throw a robe over her naked body and loosely tied it, not wanting to wave her girl parts at a potential burglar. Slipping through her house on silent feet, she wondered if one of the strangers in town had decided to try their luck at burglarizing a few houses. It was rare, but it did happen.

Adrenaline and a tinge of fear washed through her as she made her way in the direction of the sound. Those were definitely scraping, scratching sounds, as if someone was using a lock pick to open the door. Heart pounding in her chest, she eased to the window beside the front door and peeked out. And blinked.

There was a lion on her porch. A huge friggin’ beast with a thick, dark mane and the kind of fangs that belonged on the Discovery Channel. He had one paw on her front door and she watched in stunned disbelief as he tried picking her lock with one carefully extended claw.

The only lion shifter she was aware of in the area was the musician, but it made no sense for him to be here. What was he planning to do? Break in her house and sing at her? She bit back a snort. She wasn’t afraid of any big cat. Being a bear had its benefits, mainly that she outweighed most males in her animal form, but her bear wasn’t even fazed by this unexpected visit. In fact, it wanted to come out right now, not to attack, but to play. It thought the idea of a lion trying to break into their territory a great way to end the evening. Daisy sniffed deeply, drawing the scent of cat through the door and knew it was the musician. Beneath that wild, musky cat scent was a hint of the same male she’d been trying not to think about since she left the fairgrounds.

Shit. What was he doing here? She breathed deep again, trying to figure out his frame of mind. Was he pissed that she left the performance? She almost snorted at the thought. That would take listener satisfaction a little too far. But he smelled hot and agitated. Her head swam as something else filtered through her senses, making her body feel sluggish again.

Her lower body throbbed with want, her nipples tightened into near-painful points. She was getting turned-on. Seriously turned-on because she could feel dampness on her thighs as her moisture seeped from her channel.

He growled. The low, deep rumble sent a bolt of excitement straight to her clit and she gasped.

She reached for the door, not sure if she planned to tell him to get away, or invite him in. She wanted more than she ever had before, but he wasn’t what she needed, right? Only an idiot would open the door to a male who would use her and leave her. Apparently her horniness dropped her IQ by several points because she undid the lock and turned the knob.

But she’d waited too long and the lion had gotten tired of trying to pick the lock. The instant Daisy swung open the door, two paws landed on her chest, taking her to the floor.

The gun bounced out of her hand, sliding across the tile where it bumped up against the leg of a table. Five hundred pounds of big cat was a lot and it took a few minutes for Daisy to get her wind back. She wanted to curse when she did. If he was a serial stalker or something, she’d just lost her weapon and given him the dominant position. She was a fucking genius.

Hot, panting breath that carried the unmistakable scent of alcohol wafted over her face. Squinting against the hurricane of air, she saw the lion staring down at her with serious, yet slightly unfocused amber eyes.

“Get off of me,” she said calmly, even if part of her wanted to demand he shift and fuck her. Now.

He didn’t go away. In fact, he put his big paws to either side of her shoulders, effectively caging her in between his limbs. Her heart thundered as he lowered his head. Just when she thought he was ready to shift and take care of the need burning through her, he licked from her chin to her forehead, his rough tongue abrading her skin.

“Ew! That’s disgusting!” This was not what her pussy had hoped for when she opened the door.

She tried to roll away from him, but he caught her shoulder with his paw and ran his velvety muzzle along her cheek. The rumbling purr that vibrated from his chest rattled her bones. The coarse hair of his mane tickled her face and neck as he continued rubbing against her like a giant kitten.

His tongue snuck out, lapping at the side of her neck. It was one of her sensitive spots and she jumped with a giggle. Shit. She was supposed to be some badass cop and she was letting some strange cat tickle her.

“Stop it,” she ordered in a quivery voice he paid no mind to.

With his scent surrounding her, Daisy’s body heated until it felt as if she’d burst into flames. Her heart thumped. Oh God, she’d just spent hours talking herself out of doing something stupid like throwing herself at him and now he was in her house licking her. She panted as he went for the hypersensitive spot behind her ear.

Instinct demanded she participate in this madness. She reached up to the warm body hovering over her. The instant she touched his velvety coat, his fur faded away leaving nothing but warm, golden skin behind. Paws became hands on either side of her and the mane disappeared, but the slightly rough texture of his tongue remained as he came down on top of her.

“Oh God,” Daisy gasped when he tested her skin with his teeth.


She shook her head as the light coating of hair on his chest abraded her nipples, sending electric shocks straight to her aching core. “Huh?” she mumbled when his tongue danced over her collarbone.

“My name is Ram.”

“Uh-huh, do that again.”

His hot breath washed over her skin as he repeated the little love bite at the base of her throat. “I’d like to know your name in return,” he whispered against her skin.

Shivering from his erotic bite, Daisy whimpered her name. If he didn’t get this show on the road, she’d come without him and then she’d do as bears did and hibernate the rest of the night.

A big, hair-roughened knee slid between her thighs. Thighs that parted without any hesitation, making Daisy’s face burn with embarrassment. Was she so easy she’d just let some strange cat fuck her in the entryway of her home?
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Chrystina said...

Shifters, used to be into vampires, but I've been converted :)

Brandi Slater said...

My perfect alpha are shifters, especially wolf and lion shifters. Ram in Primal Song sounds like my perfect alpha :) Thanks for the giveaway!

A Passion For Reading said...

My favorite is werewolves.

Elizabeth H. said...

My secret alphas are shifters!

Heather said...

Shifters would win for me! :-)

JeanMP said...

Oh definitely shifters!
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Kassandra said...

Demons have held my interest lately ;)


Warrior Woman Winmill said...

I love the shifters they are so much fun.

Michelle Bledsoe said...

My secret alpha love are dragons. I love Dragos from Thea Harrison's Elder Race Series.

koonie2888 at yahoo dot com

Lorraine Beaumont said...

Gargoyles-Love them all, perfectly tortured, perfectly wicked.

andieleah said...

Love me some vamps and dragon shifters

Booklover Sue said...

My secret alphas are vampires and doms!!

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Joanne said...

My secret alpha love are wolf, dragon, and large cat shifters.


Nay Nay said...

Shifters! Especially dragon shifters. Thanks for being part of the hop and for the chance to win. <^_^>

Anne said...

Used to be vamps, but warm and cuddly shifters are tops now.

erin said...

thanks for a great post and giveaway! I'd have to say shifters of any kind :)

Carin said...

I <3 Big cat shifters! thanks Carin
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SdyLion said...

JZB from KMM Fever series. sdylion(at)gmail(dot)com

Sebrina said...

Alpha loves....some tall, tattooed secret government type of man! *laughs* The one in my head is a bada$$ for sure. Then my other favorite is the Wolf Shifter. Everything about them, I love! Take Adam from Patricia Briggs Mercy Thompson series. *fans self* that man is so hot!
Thanks sweetie for the chance,
Sebrina_Cassity at yahoo dot com

books4me said...

I used to be a vamp girl...for a VERY long time but now I'm leaning more towards shifters! Sigh...yum!

Beckey said...

A little of both Vampires and Shifters ...
Great questions


Lisa Cox said...

Vampires still do it for me.
I like shifters, but I'd choose the vamp over the animal

Tore923 said...

Vampires. I love vampires.

wanda f said...

Shifters !!!

vadeluna07 said...

My secret alpha love are definitely shifters and if they're wolf shifters, even better.

Unknown said...

Shifters!!! Werebears, love them! thanks for the hop!

Brenda A said...

Shifters, wolves or from the cat family. xstitchdiva at att dot net

DANIELA said...


Kayla Prada said...

Shifters and vampires!

felinewyvern said...

Has to be Shifters for me, preferably a nice loyal wolf :D

felinewyvern at googlemail dot com

nurmawati djuhawan said...

i love wereshifter...adam from mercy thompson's novel....

Filia Oktarina said...

My secret alphas are shifters!
Prefer wolf and leopard.

Kaylyn D said...

I love shifters, any kind! Thanks for the giveaway.

Holly Letson said...

I like for the characters to suit the storyline. So, it varies.

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BLHmistress said...

I have to say either Wolves or Bears

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Vanessa N. said...

My perfect alphas are definitely shifters.

Jyl22075 said...

Shifters! They are my absolute favorites.

Mary Preston said...

Angels & Demons. WOW!!

Unknown said...

I love shifters, esp. big cats.

Megan@Riverina Romantics said...

I'm a vampire lover first and formost.

Unknown said...

Vamps or shifters for sure!

Linda said...

I love both Vamps and Shifters, but Shifters do Alpha a bit better, i think it´s the animal in them =D
Love the giveaway,
best wishes, Linda

Cassandra said...

At the moment it's Bones from Jeaniene Frost's Night Huntress series :)

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