Mating
Call
by BA Tortuga
Date of
Publication: June 1st 2016
Publisher:
All Romance eBooks
Cover
Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill
Genre:
Menage Paranormal Romance
Some rules are meant to be bent.
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Mating
Call . . .
Steamy, sexy, short. Stephanie must do what is right for her. But would losing the two she cherish the most be in her best interest. Helping Jordan and Shaw should be as simple as casting a simple spell. Right? Wrong. Stephanie finds that she was that mate that her two males are looking for. She of course thinks things are wrong. There was fun watching the attempts made to convince Stephanie she was theirs. Jordan and Shaw are weres and dating or wooing was not a strong point for them.
Jordan and Shaw are a great balance to each other while Stephanie was the compliment to them both. She was unwilling to see that right away. Then between her dating and trying to set the boys up with someone more appropriate. Other things begin to happen. The ultimatum was issued for a reason. Why now?
Being the lifetime plaything of two hot males has its perks. Especially when they too are in a relationship with each other. Dare I say hot stuff indeed.
**This ARC was provided via Bewitching Book Tours in exchange for an honest review.**
BLURB
Some rules are meant to be bent.
Stephanie has three rules when it
comes to her relationship with werewolves Shaw and Jordan—keep their lusty
encounters casual, never invade each other’s space, and no biting. The boys
have always seemed perfectly fine with all that, leaving her plenty of time to
do her magick and keep her shop going.
When the local pack leader gives
Jordan and Shaw an ultimatum—find a mate or find another city to live in—she
finds she must rethink her rules or lose her lovers forever.
Jordan and Shaw hate having to ask
their best friend Stephanie to help them find a mate, especially because she’s
the hottest lover they’ve ever had, and they want her for themselves. The boys
will have their hands full convincing Steph that rules are made to be broken, before
it is too late.
The smell of burned
sage never got out of robes.
Never.
Stephanie shook the
heavy ceremonial robe, the fabric soft in her hands, and sighed. Maybe it was
time to take it to the dry cleaners. Obviously Woolite wasn’t doing it. She
hung it over the back of her grandmother’s rocking chair. Tomorrow she would
worry about the robe. Tonight the boys were coming over.
Tonight she’d be
coming, over and over, if she was lucky.
Jordan and Shaw were
worth shaving her legs for. They were worth all the fancy lotion she smeared on
her body. They were...well, they were a force of nature.
She grabbed her broom
and swept the floor, picking up the little bits of herb and candle wax and fur.
Pyewacket was already in her spot atop the big wardrobe in the dining room that
held Steph’s supplies, black tail hanging down.
A soft yowl sounded
as she came close and she reached up, tweaked Wacky’s tail. “I know, sweet
lady, but it’s almost the full moon, and Goddess knows I’m not getting any hot,
hunky loving outside of the two of them.”
Wacky’s yellow eyes
glowed in the dim light, seeming to tell her what an idiot she was. That cat
was expressive, almost magically so.
“Two years and I get
about four orgasms per full moon. That’s not bad for one night a month?” It was
close to perfect, really. She got her freedom to work, update the website,
create her spell kits and ship them out. The day before the full moon she saved
for her best boys.
They were horny then,
and they put aside their worries about the pack to come to her. They worried
about their pack a lot, apparently. She was like their mother confessor a
little.
Which, okay, whoa.
Not sexy, with the holster hips and the penguin-outfit thing.
No, today was tight
jeans and a tank top, a see-through shimmery top in the same color as her eyes,
deep and dark. Hrm…but they loved her in green, though she teased them about
dogs being color blind. Oh, the green sundress. She loved that and it was easy
access.
Wacky yowled again
and she chuckled, stroking the puffy tail on her way by. “I’m making them
steaks, of course. They’re bringing dessert. You, lady, are getting tuna so you
can hide in the library.”
Tuna for her cat, a
nice long shower for her, then sizzle the steaks on either side for her boys.
It was a good plan.
* * * *
“Do you think she’ll
help?”
Jordan stared at the
dessert case, trying to decide between spice cake and those eclair thingees. He
ignored Shaw’s question as best he could, not wanting to think about what they
were about to ask Steph to do.
“Are you listening to
me? Do you think she’ll do it?” Shaw was one hell of a puppy some days,
bouncing and moving constantly. Jordan wanted to snap at Shaw’s ear.
“I don’t know.
Eclairs?” They were going to ask their lover to find them a mate who wasn’t
her. Why would she help?
“I like eclairs. She
likes the ones with chocolate.” Shaw looked closer. “Can I have pecan pies?”
“Only if you don’t
pass out after we all fuck and leave me to talk to her alone.” Such. A. Pup.
“I won’t!”
The little girl
behind the counter gasped, turned bright red, and Shaw’s head ducked.
“Sorry, honey.”
Jordan smiled a little, not wanting to bare his teeth. “We need two eclairs, a
spice cake and two of the pecan pies.”
“Sure. Do you want
any cookies? We have snickerdoodles.”
Snickerdoodles. Wow.
“No. No more sugar
for this one.” He jerked his thumb at Shaw.
“Hey!” Bright green
eyes flashed up at him from under the unruly shock of big red hair.
“I’m getting you
pies.” He popped Shaw’s ass, loving that squeak.
They got another
wide-eyed look from the little girl behind the counter. Wow. Wow. He had to
watch his damn mouth. He was just so fucking horny, this time of the month. He
could just toss Shaw down and fuck him raw. Thing was, that wouldn’t sate him.
He needed Steph, too.
There was something
about the pair of them—her sweet body, wrapped around his cock while Shaw took
her mouth. Or Shaw’s ass working him while he watched his lover lick Steph’s
creamy...
He groaned, and Shaw
stared at him, sporting an amazing hard-on and a look of pure lust. Damn it.
They were never going
to manage to just talk to her. Never. They needed her help, though.
“We need to go.”
Shaw’s voice was pure rumble, very little human.
“Get it together,
baby.” It was just stress. The moon coming. That shit.
“Here you go.” The
girl handed over the bag with the pastry, pulling her hand back as though they
might bite her.
He didn’t even bother
handing her the cash, leaving it on the counter to give the poor girl space.
“Keep the change, honey.”
“Thanks.” Jordan
grabbed Shaw and dragged him out.
“Teasing asshole.
Fuck, I smell you.”
“Hush.” They needed
to stop revving up, at least until they got in the truck. They were going to
embarrass themselves.
“Uh-huh.” Shaw bounced
a little bit, the shithead. Jordan had to wonder whether Nyla had given him
espresso this morning.
“I mean it, Shaw.
I’ll tie you up when we get to Steph’s.” That made his pup crazy, being forced
to be still.
“You won’t.” Shaw
groaned, almost rubbed against him.
“I will, baby. I’ll
make you scream.”
As crazy making as
Shaw was, his sweet mate could make his mouth dry, make him ache for it. He
loved that boy to distraction. He reached over and touched Shaw’s thigh.
The lean muscles
jerked and jumped, shifted under his fingers, even the cloth of Shaw’s jeans
not hiding the movement. Shaw’s cock pressed hard against the zipper, and
Jordan had to fight the urge to open those jeans and take that hardness into
his hand.
“I hope she’s ready
for us.” Shaw panted, licked his lips. “I want you.”
“I want you, baby. I
want both of you. I can’t wait to strip you down and do you while you lick
her.” He wanted to just grab Shaw by the hair and fuck that pretty mouth.
Christ, his hands were shaking.
“I could suck you,
now, before we get there. I so could.”
“No.” No, they had to
wait. It was important not to dilute the sex magick. Steph had taught them
that. They would need every drop, so to speak.
“Asshole.” Shaw gave
him a low, pouty growl.
“You want this to
work, baby?” He finally handed the bag of pastry to Shaw and got the truck
going.
“I don’t know...”
Shaw sighed, fastened his seat belt, eyes facing out the window, watching the
Rockies. “I don’t want to lose her. I like Steph.”
“I know, baby.” He didn’t
want to end their friendship with Steph, either, but the pack was breathing
down their neck. They were supposed to be good little wolves and settle down.
“If we find her, our
mate I mean, it’ll be good, right? We won’t care that we’re losing Steph?”
Well, Steph had
always made it clear that this was just fun and games, hadn’t she? Three buds
hanging out, drinking beer, sharing orgasms? They even watched football
together. Besides, she knew what they were, knew they couldn’t mate with
someone for life who wasn’t one of them.
He smacked Shaw’s
shoulder, just a little too hard. “It’ll be cool. We’ll be stupid in love and
wanting to make puppies.”
Right?
Right.
Author
Info
B.A. Tortuga Texan to the bone and an
unrepentant Daddy's Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds,
getting tattooed, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When she's not
doing that, she's writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting,
and surfing Pinterest in the name of research. BA's personal saviors include
her wife, Julia Talbot, her best friend, Sean Michael, and coffee. Lots of
coffee. Really good coffee.
Having written everything from
fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her
damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast
Texas, but has heard the call of the high desert and lives in the Sandias. With
books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery menages, to the most
traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the
voices in her head.
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