xmlns:og='http://ogp.me/ns#' Kryssie Fortune: Forget 50 Shades of Gray. Enjoy Three Shades of Gorgeous.

Saturday, 21 February 2015

Forget 50 Shades of Gray. Enjoy Three Shades of Gorgeous.

Leonidas, King of the Fae, strode across the great hall to greet me. Dark haired, tall and broad chested, he’s definitely not the Tinkerbell type. He raised my hand to his lips. Charmed to meet you.” 

His smile said he could hear my heart racing.

There’s no formality in this castle. Caleb the Cold, the Lykae King prowled closer. Daymn, whoever named him ‘the Cold’ wants shooting. That man is hot. “Ignore Leo’s attempts to flirt. He can’t help himself. ”

Leonidas’ eyes narrowed. “At least I don’t have to kidnap a woman to get her into my bed".

Caleb’s fingernails extended into claws. “While you locked yourself in a tower, turned feral, and let your chamberlain pimp for you.

Leonidas’ voice came from his boots, rumbled around his chest, then rolled like thunder through the great hall. “I could say the same about you and my half sister, especially since she rescued you from the People’s Defense League.”

These two argue all the time, but I’m pretty sure it’s good humoured. At least I hope so. 
 “Are you ready for your interview, gentlemen?”

They turned such heart-melting smiles on me that I swear I felt faint.

The door opened, letting in a blast of cold air as Joel Blackheart, Grand Marshall of the Lykae Forces, came inside.

 Good grief, does every Lykae come in shades of gorgeous?

Joel smirked toward the Fae king. “That war dragon of yours caused chaos when he tried to force his way into the kitchen. The chef had hysterics.”

Leonidas chuckled—a sound so sexy breath caught in my throat. His eyes twinkled, and he got a soppy, I-love-my-true mate look on his face. “Meena will sort it.”

Joel grinned, and if there’s been a thermometer close by, mercury would have burst out the glass. “She already did. Now your dragon’s laid with his head’s on his paws, a tail curled around his body, and a mournful, nobody-ever-feeds-me expression on his face.”

Joel sensed the heightened testosterone levels and moved to Caleb’s side.

Leonidas turned haughty. “I’m just pointing out my half sister has a bad case of Stockholm syndrome.

Caleb growled and bared his fangs. As fur grew on his arms, two women strolled in, arm in arm. King Caleb’s swept the petite blonde into his arms. Their kiss went on so long I’d thought they’d go into oxygen debt. Just watching brought me out in an envious sweat.

The one with the rainbow curls rushed into Leonidas’ arms. He swung her round, then buried one hand in her hair, and tugged her lips to his. She ran her foot up and down the back of his calf. Finally, she lifted her head. “Leo, I heard what you said. Play nice.”

Joel Blackheart stared out the window, then up at the ceiling. I half expected him to put his hands in his pockets and whistle. Everything about him dripped disdain. “What is it with true mates? That’s too much public pawing for me.”

Leonidas and Caleb united against Joel. Caleb went first. “Just wait until you find your true mate.

“I won’t let any woman wind me around her little finger,” Joel shot back.

Leonidas looked down at his queen, his heart in his eyes. “I hope your true mate makes you crazy.”

Joel shook his head. “I’m immune to your true mate nonsense. I’ve agreed to marry a woman from the Desert Marauders. It’ll strengthen their links with my Tundra Tough pack. I’m heading home to take over as alpha, then I’ll meet my fiancée.”

The two women exchanged amused glances. The blonde one grinned. “I hope those words don’t come back to haunt you.”

Both kings swept their women in their arms and retired. I’m guessing there’ll be no interview today. Maybe I can pump Joel Blackheart for some facts.  

You can read his story in To Mate a Werewolf.


The scars on Ellie Padget’s cheek are a constant reminder of the times she tried to escape from sexual slavery. Two years ago, Joel—alpha in waiting of the Tundra-Tough pack—led the rescue party that freed her. She’s loved him ever since.

Their relationship finally explodes into steaming sex, but he offers to pay her off. She walks away with her head high and her heart shattered. When she learns of a plot to destroy Joel and his pack, her only option is return to his side and warn him.

Joel has to fight to retain the pack that should be his by right, and no one can leave until the pack has a new alpha. He’s horrified when Ellie turns up on the night he’s to meet the woman he’s agreed to marry but never met. She’s stuck there until he claims his birthright. Finally, he realizes Ellie’s his true mate. Now he has to choose between his arranged marriage, and the one woman he truly loves. Will he choose with his head or his heart?

To Mate a Werewolf is a stand alone story within the Scattered Siblings series.

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Adult Excerpt

She was going to have sex—not the soul-shaming, force-you kind. This would be sex tinged with respect and kindness, something she’d never experienced before. Deep down she longed for soul-shattering sex, the sort that melded two people into one, but it couldn’t be. Not when he didn’t love her. 

She’d always been able to pretend things were the way she wanted, not the way they were. For now, she’d pretend they were together forever, and accept anything Joel offered. Mated? Me and a Lykae alpha. So not happening but… 

“Dreaming,” her mother had called it between mouthfuls of gin. 

Joel sniffed the air, tilted his head, and listened. Seagulls screeched, and way at the bottom of the cliff, fishermen joked as they landed their catch. Ellie could barely hear them, but she’d lay odds Joel could distinguish every word. Once he decided the area was secure, he laid her on a mossy bank. She watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as his hungry gaze swept over her. 

Come on, Joel. Fuck me, please. 

She lay, leg bent at the knee, hair mussed, and lips swollen from his kiss. Her nipples beaded as Joel’s tongue made slow, sensual strokes against hers. Everything inside her cried out for him to lick her breasts, or better still, her pussy. 

He stared at her the way a starving gourmet would salivate over his best ever feast. She’d kill to have him look at her that way every day. 

See? Dreaming again. 

Joel rolled each of her nipples in turn between his thumb and forefinger. Nothing had ever felt this good, or left her so desperate for more. She squirmed beneath him, her panties already damp with her desire. 

He lowered his head to her breasts, and between long, leisurely licks that made her thighs quiver, he asked, “Are you sure about this? I’ll stop if you want.” 

“Want you inside me.” She panted and unfastened her waistband. When she lifted her hips, he pulled her Lykae military-issue trousers over her thighs. Somehow her panties came with them. Tricksy, adorable wolf. Her hand shook as she fumbled at the leather thong holding up his pants. 

Joel grinned, pulled off his military shirt, and kicked off his pants. Once they were both naked, he bent closer and took possession of her lips. Their kiss was endless, their passion igniting. 

Sweet sensation consumed her. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation, and her throat dried. Her fingers curled until her nails dug into her palms. Nervous but excited, she relaxed her hand and reached for his cock. It felt hot and hard, and her fingers didn’t quite close around it. 

He growled and thrust into her fist. 

Her feelings consumed her. This ardor was too much, her need too great. She took quick, shallow breaths as she stared at his high cheekbones and kissable lips. When she looked into his eyes, she thought she’d drown. 

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