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Next up a sexy Loup-Garou just for you!!!

Name: Aubert Marston (pronounced “Ah-bear”)

Age: 27 (born August 14 1807)

Race: Scottish-French Lycan.

Height/Weight: 6’2” 185 lbs

Eye Color/Hair Color: Hazel eyes. Dark hair with a single streak of silver that appeared overnight.

The Sexy Lowdown: Aubert is a wealthy orphan who’s been alone in life too long. Until the final day of his transformation he has no idea he is of Lycan lineage or Old World “Loup-Garou” (Loo-Garoo) and feels tortured by his heightened senses and the many changes taking place in him.

He’s also a moral, hard-working man who is used to putting the needs of his plantation first. He treats everyone on the plantation with respect and views them as extended family, so it’s absolutely horrifying to him when he begins to change and becomes a possible threat to the only people he knows. All at once he finds himself facing a ton of harrowing problems, but the most difficult part of his mysterious transformation is the increasingly insatiable sexual desires, which he fears will lead to him harming someone.

Breakdown of the sexy lowdown:  

Aubert is tall for a man of his time, powerfully built and fills out his tight riding birches quite nicely. He’s a gentleman with a quick smile, warm hazel eyes and a rakish dimple chin inherited from his Scottish father. He wears his dark shoulder-length hair brushed away from his face and tied back with a satin ribbon, which is used against him in a very erotic scene. By nature he’s a bit territorial and tends to take full possession of what’s his and hangs on tight. This includes the woman who ignites his desire. Once Aubert becomes aware of Corrine, no other can tempt him. He’s lonelier than he cares to admit and when the dire necessity to take a wife is presented to him, he fights for it.

Bayou Country, 1834. Aubert Marston awakens on the eve of his twenty-seventh birthday to discover he’s undergone some disturbing physical changes. His body is bigger, stronger and hairier than it’s ever been, and burns with the lust of a beast. To make matters worse, a hundred guests are about to arrive for the plantation’s annual ball.

A mysterious young woman named Corrine appears in his home, temping Aubert to unleash the inner lycan, and family secrets from a medieval past surface. Corrine lures Aubert to a bayou camp of Cajun Loup-Garous—werewolves, But Aubert’s wealth and good looks are no advantage here. He must surrender to his feral nature and fight tooth and claw against another male pack member to claim Corrine as his own.

Inside Scoop:  This story contains mild bondage, southern hospitality, consensual sexual torment, f/f, m/m, anal play, cage fighting and unfettered animal lust. Enjoy!

A Romantica® historical paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Excerpt: (In this excerpt from chapter two, Aubert is corned by a long-time family associate Mister Aldridge and given some bad news.)

…Aubert’s heart hammered in his throat as he forced himself to stop and turn. He was confronted by the cold gray gaze of Mister Aldridge, the family’s solicitor-trustee. Mister Aldridge was the sort of man who could incite vexation with a glance. The last thing Aubert needed today was more provocation. Corrine had fled the ballroom and he was no longer free to pursue her. He hated Mister Aldridge for it and fought a rising snarl. “Our obligatory annual meeting is tomorrow, Mister Aldridge. You’re a day early. Why?”

“Tomorrow might be too late, lad.” Mister Aldridge stared down the bridge of his hatchet-sharp nose. He stood in the doorway of the drawing room, slender and straight, attired in an elegant charcoal riding coat paired with a somewhat wild head of platinum hair. “I’m here a day early to enforce the conditions of the Marston family will and head off possible disasters before they occur.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Aubert padded toward the drawing room. He drew his broad shoulders back and stood at his full height, which was taller than anyone else on the plantation by a considerable margin. “I’m not a lad, Mister Aldridge, so stop treating me like one. I’m the master of this plantation and it’s never been more profitable. I’m not afraid to work hard and make my own decisions. I’m a grown man. I’m twenty-seven. I shouldn’t have to endure these annual meetings with you or the added insult of being called a lad.”

Mister Aldridge frowned. “Correction—you’re twenty-six. You won’t be twenty- seven until midnight and your stubborn refusal to take my advice is what makes you a lad.”

Aubert passed close and gave Mister Aldridge’s shoulder a deliberate nudge as he entered the drawing room and headed toward a sideboard set with breakfast. He picked up a teapot and poured a cup of strong black tea.

“It’s cooled.” Mister Aldridge frowned with disapproval. “But drink some anyway. It might clear your head.”

Aubert sipped the tepid tea. “I’ll admit I don’t look forward to our yearly meetings. May I be so bold as to ask when they will end?”

Mister Aldridge smiled. “Do as I say, Aubert, and this meeting can be our last.” He walked to the far side of the massive mahogany desk and placed a chunky, age- weathered wooden box in the center.

Aubert eyed the box with dread. He hated Mister Aldridge’s unending annual surprises.

Mister Aldridge drew a deep breath. “As you know, when I was a young man I was apprenticed to your grandfather, the senior Aubert Marston. He possessed a commanding spirit I respected. I learned a lot from him. I was honored to be in his service and swore to carry out my duties with the highest integrity.”

Mister Aldridge turned toward the far wall and pointed at an imposing oil portrait of a handsome young man with a dimpled chin. “Your father Graham and I were raised as if we were brothers. The night you were born, in this house, I was present and promised Graham I would always look after you until you were ready to look after yourself. What you don’t understand is that our families—yours and mine—share a common ancestor and a bond thicker than blood. You treat these annual meetings since your dear parents’ unfortunate deaths as a great inconvenience, but I see them as a soul- honored necessity. I also have it in writing from your late father that they must take place.

“I am here to enforce your late father’s wishes and act in Graham’s stead. If you don’t like it that’s too bad. I do this out of loyalty to Graham. You see, there are no more male Marstons in the world—you are the last in your branch of the family—and I will not allow the noble Marston line to flicker out in disgrace.”

Aubert balked. “I’ve done nothing disgraceful.”

Mister Aldridge huffed under his breath. “Not yet.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” An odd chill raced through him. The fleeting thought occurred that Mister Aldridge had heard rumors of, or even sensed, his inner turmoil and strange metamorphoses. He didn’t want anyone to know about his personal troubles, and cringed.

“Aubert, why didn’t you follow my advice from last year’s meeting?” Mister Aldridge’s bony fingertip tapped the tabletop. “You had an entire year to act. I handpicked several eligible, wealthy young women from the ancient Marston bloodline and you didn’t bother to contact any of them.”

“What the hell, Aldridge? An arranged marriage from the old country? In case you didn’t notice, we don’t live in a feudal society.”

“Really?” Mister Aldridge’s gaze swept across the elegant plantation drawing room, built on the labor of slaves. “You don’t see the irony, do you?” He reached toward the weathered wooden box. “Do you have any idea how much this pains me, to arrive today and confront you this way? Today should be a day of celebration, not incarceration…”

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