Two Is Never Enough, #2
by B.A. Tortuga
Date of
Publication: September 1st
2016
Publisher: All
Romance eBooks
Cover Artist: Erin
Dameron Hill
Genre: Gay Shifter Romance
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Claiming
Their Mate (Two Is Never Enough, #2) . . .
Hot. Hot. Hot. Not just one sexy,
hot, delicious male but three of them. Okay so they are not centered around me
but the heat and attraction was there nonetheless. Chemistry raw and powerful
brought the three to the point that clothing and inhibitions just flew away. The
heat index was decimated by the intensity of the hotness between them.
Two hotties, Samson and Dane, are
already a unit. Then they come across their chosen, Ryan. That makes them three
if they can convince/seduce the other into the lure of all they have to offer
and what they could all become. There was not much drama if any, but the unions
between them were erotic pleasure for the mind.
The second book of the series and
not reading the first did not affect the read for me. I was able to navigate
just fine.
Two Is Never Enough
series:
Needing to Breathe – Two Is Never Enough, #1
Claiming Their Mate – Two Is Never Enough, #2
BLURB
He’s here on
vacation. They’re here for him.
Samson and Dane are werewolves who act as
guardians of their pack. They're also lovers, but they both long for the third
person they know will make their home whole. Their Chosen.
Ryan has no idea he's even a werewolf. He's
visiting rural New Mexico and Colorado to write horror novels, not get it on
with the two hottest men he's ever met. So why can't he keep his hands off
them, and why is biting suddenly so hot? Can Samson and Dane convince Ryan that
he's like them, and that he needs to leave his city life behind?
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The pup slipped out of bed late in the
night. They’d all slept like they’d been on a hunt, which he guessed lots of
Mexican food and sex could simulate. In fact, Dane slept on, not even snuffling
when the pressure of Ryan’s body left the mattress.
Samson, now, he wasn’t a deep sleeper,
and he knew when someone was trying to make like coyote ugly and not wake him
so they could slip away.
That simply didn’t work for him.
He reached out and wrapped one hand
around a lean hip. “Where you going?” Samson murmured.
Ryan jumped like he’d been popped with
a rubber band in the balls. “I missed my real estate appointment.”
“Well, it’s not like you can call your
agent at this time of night, honey.”
“No. No, I guess not.” Ryan stood
there, pale in the streetlight filtering in from outside.
Samson loved how Ryan was different,
like a marble statue, but warm, alive. He had to wonder if the wolf was pale,
too, thin.
“How do you look in your other life?”
he asked.
“Like a writer, I guess? I just have a
place in Dallas. I’m blocked, so I came out here.”
“Blocked how?” Was it too cold out
there on the porch for a guy from Dallas? Samson grabbed an extra blanket and
took Ryan outside with him, the pup following easily when he tugged.
“Like writer’s block? I’d been working
on a series and I’ve written myself into a hole. I don’t even want to write
zombies anymore. It’s silly nonsense, really, but I thought if I came out to
the boonies and learned all I could about something new the plot would come to
me. I mean, I told my agent I was writing martians, but really, I need to
finish the series.”
“Zombies.” Samson blinked, then
chuckled, pulling Ryan down with him on the big swing dealie and wrapping them
in the blanket. It felt natural as breathing, just like touching Dane always
did. Poor Dane. Two orgasms and the guy was out like the proverbial light.
“Yeah. They’re in right now.” Ryan’s
nostrils flared and he knew the pup was scenting him, learning him. Exceptional
instincts. Samson approved.
“Hmm. I think you ought to add in
werewolves.” What would Ryan say to that? Could be really be completely unaware
of what was inside him? Samson knew the wolf was in there.
Their alpha, Bruce, was going to give
them no end of shit, both sets of his guardians ending up with dormant Omegas.
What were the chances?
“Werewolves? They’re almost as done as
vampires. Shame, though. I love the trappings of the genre, really.”
“What’s your favorite part?” This was
fascinating. It was like seeing himself through someone else’s eyes for the
first time. Seeing a werewolf movie with someone who didn’t watch horror…
“The whole animalistic versus human
situation. It’s a turn on, just like the whole biting thing in the vampire
world.”
“I like biting. So does Dane.” Samson
nibbled at the nape of Ryan’s neck.
“Uhn.” Ryan shuddered for him, the
entire motion pure sex. “Does he?”
“Mmmhmm. Oh, he’ll tell you he’d
rather do the biting and scold for being bitten, but he catches and pitches, if
you get me.” Dane could fight like a stone cold motherfucker, but he could
bottom like a hot little slut, too.
It all worked for him.
“How long have you two been together?”
Samson pondered that. “Well, we’ve
known each other since infancy, I guess.”
“Oh, wow. No shit? That’s cool, huh?”
“Yeah. Sometimes it’s annoying as
hell.” Samson chuffed out a laugh. “I adore the fucker, though.”
“Well, good. You two pick up strangers
a lot?”
“No.” He tilted back Ryan’s head so he
could look into those pretty eyes. “No, we don’t.”
“No?” The blue in Ryan’s eyes were a
perfect match for the streaks in the mussed hair, and the combination of looks
served to make Ryan looked so young.
“No. You were different right away. We
knew you were there before we ever stepped inside.”
Ryan chuckled softly, shook his head.
“That’s impossible.”
“No it’s not, honey.” He stroked that
flat belly, tugging the heavy ring that pierced Ryan’s cock and Ryan moaned,
ass pushing back against him.
“That’s it. Feel it. We’re connected.
All of us.”
“God, that...that feels like magic.”
“I love your skin. So smooth.”
“I wax, remember?”
He blinked. Seriously? Ow. Potential
for a guy that didn’t mind a little sting, but… Ow. His balls tried to crawl up
in his body.
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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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