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Heart of a Rocky:
Tor Omar James, King of the North African pride, needs one woman if he has any hope of
keeping his sanity – Anise, his Soul’s Mate. There’s only one problem: she’s pregnant by Derrick,
Tor of the United States pride. Anise is caught between the love that every Lycan covets and the
motherly devotion to the son she would sacrifice so much for. Can Omar survive the takeover of
the US pride and convince Anise that he is more man than lion?
Asim Tyson, the Defender of the Hafiz, is fighting off the insanity of his longing after losing his
Soul’s Mate in battle. Unfortunately, his self-centered existence results in the gross neglect of his
people when they need him the most. When Harmony appears in his life, he is forced to make a
choice. Should he resist the lure of Harmony’s caustic melody or embrace his weakness in order
to keep her safe?
ANISE TURNED HER GAZE from Ronan to see her mate enter the room. Butterfly
stitches held the wound closed that had recently been pouring his precious life-blood
down his face. Though most of the blood had been cleaned from his face and he appeared
calm, she couldn’t help the protective instinct that rose in the pit of her stomach. She’d
gone through too much to allow harm to come to her son.
There were some Alesers who embraced the tendencies of their lion cousins by killing
off the newborn Alesers of other males who’d impregnated their Soul’s Mates. And like
their lioness cousins, Aleser females would enter their Rut, the Lycan fertile period, in
order to bear their mate’s child.
Anise had been witness to the screaming pain of a mother whose child had been taken
from her soon after birth and the silenced wails of a child too young to understand the
way of an Aleser married too closely to his inner beast. She’d never looked at her brother
the same way and she would never understand how his mate never killed him in his sleep
for the pain he’d willingly inflicted on her.
She wouldn’t delude herself with a lie. If she was forced to kill her mate, a part of her
would die, but the female she’d become if she sat by and let him kill her son wasn’t any
TYSON STARED DOWN THE HALL where his office was to the door of his
bedroom. It had been more than half an hour, and Isis still hadn’t exited the room. He
took two steps before he became aware that someone else was in his house.
“You’re a dumbass.”
He turned to his left to see the last god he wanted occupying his personal space leaning
against the bathroom door.
“Meaning?” he asked the God of Destruction. He didn’t really
care about the answer, because Lykil would likely say something meant to piss him
“Who the hell declines sex?”
“Admit it, you’re scared.”
“What exactly am I scared of?”
“Intimacy. Poor you. Lost your Soul’s Mate, and now you can’t deal. Boo-fucking-
hoo. Life is terrible if you let it be.”
Tyson watched Lykil for a few moments before he simply nodded. He walked down
the hallway to his living room where he relaxed on the sofa. He hoped by turning on his
TV he’d find a distraction and discourage the god from hanging around.
“Ignored by a mortal. Lykil, that’s a new one.”
Tyson turned to the sound of Ronan’s voice. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Forced compliance,” Ronan answered with a shrug.
Tyson froze, hoping Ronan wasn’t implying they would soon be joined by more
Ronan—an observant fucker from growing up surrounded by females—didn’t miss
his facial twitch.
“Yeah, you’re readable as shit when you’re irritated,” Lykil said, obviously reading his
thoughts. “And calm down. The Rockys aren’t here. They don’t really like you too much
right now, remember? You have the benefit of Ronan and a contingent of the Blue Ridge
fighters on call if the need arises. Omar also has some local Alesers from Zareb Joey’s
pride ready when we say the word.”
“Five Lycans showed up here looking for her. I killed them. I’m waiting until her Rut
is over until I hunt down the ones who took her in the first place. Why in the hell would I
need so many Lycans to help me do a one-person job?”
Lykil sat next to Tyson on the sofa, making him uncomfortably aware how much
space an eternal being could occupy.
“I can make you more uncomfortable. We could cuddle and watch one of Ronan’s
movies. There’s a lot of moaning and bodily fluids.”
Ronan and Tyson answered in unison. “I don’t watch porn, asshole.”
Lykil shrugged. “Your loss. That goes for both of you. I can cuddle like no one else,
and porn is amazing. The things people do to get off inspires the worst parts of me.”
“There’s something worse than this conversation?” Tyson asked, shifting away from
Kelsey Jordan is the author of The Lycan Hunter, the first book in her Gardinian World series. Though she has a preference for all things paranormal and romantic, Kelsey admits she just writes what her muse demands of her. It’s less painful that way. When she isn’t enjoying the momentary benefits of playing god to the many characters that live in her head, she can usually be found curled up with a book, killing something in a video game, or spending time with her family. At some point in the day she is probably drinking more than her recommended dose of coffee, but don’t tell her that. She doesn’t care about recommended servings.
As a Texas native and self-described Air Force brat, Kelsey now lives in Georgia with her husband and their tutu-wearing minion.
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