|Tall Dark and Apocalyptic|
As the rabid sales of romances with strong alpha males show, women LOVE a strong and sexy alpha hero. But what about the alpha’s woman, doesn’t she have to be special too? I believe she does! Not necessarily in the way you might be thinking. An alpha’s mate doesn’t have to be the most beautiful woman in the world, but she’s beautiful to him. She’s not always model slim, without blemish, stronger or smarter than every other woman he knows, but the traits she does have speak directly to him. I think that’s what makes reading about alpha males so much fun! We can easily put ourselves in the role of the lucky alpha mate, imagining that our alpha would find us the sexiest, most tantalizing, and most deliciously infuriating woman he knows.
So, what kind of woman draws an Alpha male? I’m sure the answer to this question is as varied as the men who pursue them. But for the purposes of a great romance novel, there have to be certain parameters. I submit that the following list would suffice:
First of all, she has to be smart enough to find ways around his bossy, dominant personality. This means she has to be a pro at making him think it was his idea to do whatever it was she fully intended to do in the first place--even when it’s the exact opposite of what he actually wanted her to do.
Secondly, she has to be able to take care of herself during all those times she ignores him and goes off to take care of business by herself.
Thirdly, she needs to be willing to do whatever it takes to keep her man safe, because he’s gonna go marching off to sacrifice himself at the drop of a hat if he thinks it will save her...or some elderly person somewhere...or a child...or a puppy...a kitten... You get the drift.
And last, but definitely not least, she needs to have a healthy sexual appetite to keep her man happy. Because we all know the alpha male is hotter than a wood-burning stove in the desert and harder than the wood it burns. He has all that sexual energy that needs to be spent somewhere. (queue wildly waggling eyebrows)
Okay, that last thing isn’t really too difficult. I mean, who wouldn’t be ready to hit the mattresses if an alpha male crooked a finger in her direction? Which reminds me of one more, kind of important, trait a potential alpha mate needs to have. She can’t be too stupid to live.
Because if she does say no when he crooks his finger. She’s definitely TSTL.
A grand passion in an apocalyptic world. A love beyond reason and without boundaries.
He’s a warrior, a bounty hunter in a world turned upside down. She’s a target, a creature of dark magic. His job is simple. Kill the target. Her goal is more complex. She must stay alive until she finds and destroys the source of death magic staining the twenty worlds. But the passion burning within them may be their undoing. It’s going to take an apocalyptic will to overcome the distraction their bodies are creating...and not lose themselves in the process.
About the Book
Title Tall, Dark, and Apocalyptic
Genre Paranormal Romance
Author Sam Cheever
Book heat level (based on movie ratings): R
The man was impossible! Yeira fought to hold her emotions in check as his lips and tongue performed a delicious invasion, teasing an unsettling amount of heat and responsiveness from her. She longed to step away...to run away...from the things he was doing to her body. Not just the building passion of the kiss they shared, but the warmth and tightness his touch was creating between her legs...the knot of need twisting inside her belly.
Worse, even as her mind told her she should get away from him, her traitorous body moved closer. Her breasts pressed against the broad planes of his chest, her nipples tender against the fabric of her shirt.
Her sexual core clenched under the building heat, her magic-entrapped hands fought to reach him. Not to push him away, but to drag him closer. Suddenly the energy binding her arms loosened and she fell forward, her hands twining in the cool lapels of his leather coat, twisting there to pull him near.
Their kiss deepened, hunger raging as tongues lashed and teeth clashed. A low sound of lust throbbed at the base of Yeira’s throat. She was horrified by the sound but unable to stop it from escaping in a deep moan.
The hunter responded by spreading his hand over her buttocks, pressing her closer, until she couldn’t ignore the huge, hard ridge beneath his leather battle pants. His heated breath fanned her face, his taste pure ambrosia on her tongue. She inhaled his addictive scent--a mix of clean sweat and leather--and her pussy pulsed with exquisite expectation.
She wanted him.
She’d denied it to herself from the very beginning--ignored the way his presence pulled at her and the way his sexy gaze raked her with fire. They were enemies, opponents in an epic war, but when they shared the same space lust exploded between them, an impossible-to-resist attraction wrapping her in a fiery embrace.
Slowly, as his hands found the bottom of her shirt and slipped underneath, skimming gently calloused heat over her nerve-drenched skin, Yeira felt the first stirrings of fear.
They couldn’t do what they were doing! She couldn’t do it. Their path was ugly, the war they were about to engage in dangerous and difficult. If they had feelings for each other--
Yeira shoved against his chest, pushing him back just enough to break the kiss and not much more.
He held her lower half against a solid erection, his big hands a warm wall against her back, and frowned down at her. “What is it, Yeira?”
She dragged a hand over her swollen lips. Her breath heaved in and out of her chest. The place between her legs where she wanted him most throbbed with desire. She shook her head, pushing backward.
He finally released her but the inferno of his dark blue gaze held her, like a moth to flame, compelling her to answer.
“I can’t do this. We...can’t do this.”
The hunter scrubbed a hand over his jaw, looking angry. She wasn’t sure if he was mad at her or himself. “You’re right. I apologize. It won’t happen again.” He turned away and stalked toward the distant line of hills.
Yeira stood rooted to the spot, watching him go. Regret was a sour taste in her mouth. She’d done the right thing. She knew she had.
But that didn’t make the loss of his addictive touch any easier to take.
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