Extra Cream: Zader's Menagerie by J Hali Steele

Extra Cream: Zader's Menagerie

by J. Hali Steele Cover art: Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-626-3

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Vampires, Shapeshifters

Series: Extra Cream

Length: Novella

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Blurb:

Zader Montana is Sovereign Kind, a mountain lion infected with vampyre blood. He refuses to embrace his undead half, the part of him that prowls the night looking for the she-wolf he desires. His problem -- she's mated to the alpha of the wolf pack sharing his mountaintop.
Skye wants a taste of the cat who trails her every night. Convincing her mate to let her have a bite won't be a big deal. The wolves are infected with the blood curse too, and they're not finicky. Skye's willing to be shared by both leaders as long as she gets what she wants.
Excerpt:

Zader's Menagerie


J. Hali Steele

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Copyright ©2011 J. Hali Steele



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Zader had seen Skye naked many times, but never had she been so beautiful. Her skin glowed with the aftermath of sex, and surprisingly, the dog's scent didn't repulse him as he followed her, but he was glad she chose to wash Leaf's smell away.



He'd changed into his man's body and waited for his mate. His heart lurched at the thought of his cat never finding release. The cougar pawed at his insides, naturally angry at the odor of wolf lingering in the air. How in hell were the three of them going to live with this? How long before their animals would try to tear each other apart, then what would become of Skye?



"Zader, I will sleep with Leaf. We are the same and I need him in a way you'll never understand." She'd sat on a grassy spot, her forehead touching her knees. The sadness in her voice tore at him, something he hadn't thought would happen so soon.



"I haven't asked for anything yet." Looking at her, breathing her scent, there was no way he could deny wanting her. "The animal in me doesn't understand, and damn if I do. One thing is for sure, part of you belongs to me and I want you so bad, I'll howl at the moon if it'll make you mine."



"You must know this... this will be impossible."



"I didn't pick you, but it is what it is." He railed silently at the hand Fate had dealt them. "I'll never let Leaf touch me, my cat won't allow it."



"There is the vampyre lust, maybe..." She peered up at him through slanted, golden eyes wet with tears.



"The idea of being with another man doesn't appeal to me, Skye. It'll never happen." Zader moved to where she sat, reached down and pulled her up into his arms. "Fate, God, they've given you to me." He lifted her chin and looked into her golden eyes. "I intend to not only taste every bit of you, but I'll make you feel like you've never felt before. Every chance I get, I'll push the wolf from your mind."



His cat would eventually want release. Right now it had settled down inside, waiting for Zader to take Skye. Through the man, the animal would find some solace. "I won't let you go." Grasping her long, chestnut hair, he tugged until their mouths met, and he covered her lips in a slow, tender kiss.



Zader couldn't begin to imagine how she felt, how hard this would be for her. Skye was a wolf. They mated for life and the beast in her would reject a connection to anyone aside from Leaf. All he could do was show her how much he wanted her, how much he, too, would care for her, protect her from everything but the hurt their unnatural bonding would certainly bring. Taking her blood was out of the question, not unless he planned to share his.



He stroked his free hand down her back, and thrilled at her reaction. She pushed her pelvis into his, causing his already full cock to swell even more. Squeezing her ass, he drew her closer, pressed tight against her.



Skye was tall, with thin, taut muscles, nothing like the fuller body of a cat. She melded into him as though it was where she belonged. Zader lifted her with ease, and she wrapped her long legs around his waist.



"Damn, I want you so bad." His breath was ragged as he pressed his lips against her neck. He walked until he rested her back against a nearby tree, not sure he could keep his knees from buckling. "Tell me you don't want this, and I'll stop."



"I've wanted this every time you followed me."



This time his kiss wasn't gentle. He shoved his tongue in her mouth, searched and tasted every corner. She kissed him back with just as much desire. Her arms hung over his shoulders, fingertips played across his back until his muscles jumped out of control. "I don't want to hurt you."



Pulling her away from the tree, he knelt on the ground and laid her on the grass. She kept her legs wrapped around his waist, and Zader ground into her wanting to enter her moist canal, but wanting so much more first. "I will taste every inch of you."



Resting on his forearms, he lowered his head and took one pink nipple into his mouth. He sucked, licked and teased it with his teeth. The bud grew tight, hard, and was so, so sweet. Letting it go, he moved to its twin and suckled there for what seemed like forever.



Having his fill, Zader ran his tongue between her breasts, followed the path to her belly button and below. Skye's mound was covered in soft, dark hair, and the scent of her cunt flooded his nostrils, making him suck at the air loudly as he planted wet kisses and bit at her skin.



The needy sound of his name on her lips undid him...


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Cougar By the Tail by J Hali Steele

Cougar by the Tail

by J. Hali Steele cover art by Bryan Keller

ISBN: 978-1-60521-389-7

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Vampires, Shapeshifters

Series: Extra Cream

Length: Novella

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Blurb:
Trent Dallion was screwed. Much older than him, the wily little cougar had him by the balls -- and he couldn't get loose. She'd thanked him for killing her brother. Did she mean it? Or was she playing a game of cat and mouse, waiting for revenge.
Peri Montana tasted her destiny in the blood of the jaguar who took her diseased brother's life. Mountain born and bred, she wanted nothing to do with the desert cat that possessed more vampyre abilities than she was comfortable with. Could she return to the hot desert nights without literally losing her tail?
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He heard Jag's roar of pain lift into the air. Pebbles slid down the cliff side, and limbs of the pine trees brushed angrily against each other. An eerie silence followed.

Barbara.

Rushing to the clearing below, Trent saw Jag on the ground with his mate's bloodied body nestled against his chest.

Leron spoke calmly. "She will die if you don't change her."

Tears flowed from the warrior's eyes. "Oh God, she wanted me to take her out for a picnic."

Trent had exchanged blood with Leron and Jag in battle and their pain washed over him. His beast still clawed at his insides. It recognized the distress of one of his own, and it felt Barbara's pain. Her chest heaved with each ragged breath she hitched in.

Leron said, "You should have let the bastard die slowly. Come here."

Trent's wound had soaked his fur, turning it red. Barely able to stand the agony any longer, he made it to his trainer's side.

"Change. You need sustenance to heal yourself."

He didn't have the strength to fabricate clothing so he lay naked on the ground. Leron sat beside him and offered his wrist. Trent's fangs lengthened and sank into the flesh of the stronger warrior.

These two he called friends had taken blood often from humans. They'd gained abilities that wouldn't come to most of his kind until they grew much older. They were now closer to their vampyre cousins. And so was Trent.

Why won't he change her? She'll die. He spoke to Leron using their mental bond. Trent drank his fill from his partner. The shoulder wound began to heal immediately, and strength returned to his limbs.

He's respecting her wish to remain human.

Trent watched Jag rock his mate back and forth. Her breathing grew more labored. She was near death. It wouldn't be long now.

Rocks fell over the ledge where he'd left the dead cougar. He felt Leron move but Trent said, "No, you stay with Jag and Barbara. I'm strong enough." He stood, allowing the fur to climb up his legs and cover his arms. Folding his body, he let his beast take over. Whiskers sprouted on his elongated snout and twitched in the air. Trent climbed the same path he'd used to chase the transgressor.

Before he crested the hill, he smelled her. A small, tan head lifted at his appearance and looked at him warily. She growled low in her throat, not a threatening sound, but sad. The dead animal had remnants of her scent. Relative or mate?

His wound, not completely healed, had seeped a new thin line of blood down his shoulder. After circling the female a few times, he approached her. Green eyes pierced him before she nudged him with her cold nose and licked his fur. She continued to clean his wound, and his beast purred. He prowled around the little cougar. The beast in him was hungry and wanted to taste the frisky female.

Trent waited until she fell to the ground in deference to his bigger cat. Declaring him master, the cougar lay there, waiting. He straddled her, bent his large head to her neck and bit.

Her blood laced through his veins, calling to something in him he didn't know existed -- it slammed into his soul with a force only nature could wield. She belonged to him. Trent was snared in her web.

Catching him unawares, the tiny beast rose up and flipped him from her back. He growled low in his throat, warning her to obey and remain still. Growling loudly, she glanced at him, turned tail and ran into the trees.

He wanted nothing more than to follow her scent and would have if Leron's excited voice hadn't echoed loudly in his head. Trent, down here, now!

Reaching the foot of the cliff, the first thing he noticed was that Barbara's breathing had relaxed. He changed to his human form, clothed himself, and impatiently eyed Leron, who glared back at him with a funny look.

Jag had given in and changed Barbara. Shit.

You know Barbara -- there will be hell to pay. Trent peered back up the side of the rocky embankment he'd descended. The wily cougar stood there in regal display and glared defiantly, her aroma filling the air. She'd tasted his blood and he felt her stir in his mind. Slipping with ease into her thoughts, Trent saw it was her brother he'd killed.

Thank you for releasing him. Her sadness settled over him like a black cloud.

Feeling Leron's eyes on him, Trent turned to see the warrior grinning like the Cheshire cat before he nodded to the brim of the hill. "Looks like Jag's not the only one in big trouble. You're fucked, buddy." Jag, Barbara, and Leron vanished and left him standing alone in the clearing. Trent heard his partner laughing in his mind. Take your time, man. I'll cover for you.

"Go to hell, Leron," Trent said out loud. The snarling high-pitched roar only a cougar or mountain lion could make split the air. "God damn it."

Leron was right, Trent was screwed.
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