Heart’s
Protector
Westmore
Wolves
Book
Two
Erzabet
Bishop
Genre: Paranormal Menage romance
,
Gargoyles, MM, MFM
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Date of Publication: May 1, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-943576-80-7
Word Count: 27k
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
Two gargoyles and a woman who
needs them…
Medina Argos is a woman on the
run from her present and her past. One of three sisters in an international art
theft ring, she flees when a routine art heist goes too far. But this curvy
girl is about to learn that some hearts beat to a different drum and the road
to love is sometimes the less traveled one, even for a woman with secrets.
Thomas Sauveterre is a renowned
art restoration specialist. Nothing is more important to him than his daughter,
Gabrielle. When he takes on the largest
project of his career, he also gains a security officer in the bargain. But
love can be hiding in the most surprising places if he can only open his heart
to find it.
Grayson Maberry is a man on the
brink. Charged with protecting property and guarding the family he’s currently
assigned, he is torn by duty and a love that may never be. But a true guardian
will wait forever and this gargoyle may have just met his match. Twice.
can
be read as a standalone
Excerpt:
“Oh my God. Will
you just shut up?” Medina Argos growled under her breath as the snakes beneath
her skin hissed and whispered. It was the same word, over and over again and
she was about to lose her damned mind.
Pretties…
Yes. Pretties.
She needed to find a new pretty or her sisters were going to have her head on a
spit—and that was before breakfast. She massaged her temples and willed the
pounding in her head to freaking stop. The print of the newspaper spread across
the table swam like ants in front of her eyes.
She lowered her lids, blocking out the bright daylight streaming in
through the blinds. Her snakes loved the light but she on the other hand wished
it would cloud up and rain like hell. Then at least the migraine would stop.
Just another thing for them to disagree about.
The gallery
exhibits laid out in the entertainment section tugged at her consciousness but
nothing really rang true. Maybe it was the headache.
Pretties…
“Ugh.” She
reached for her coffee and took a large gulp.
The full moon
was right around the corner and her snakes were at it hard today. Their voices were a snarl of murmurs that
were ever so slowly driving her insane. And they really needed another thing to
focus on. Like maybe where she could go to find a good brownie. Or some chocolate
chip pancakes. But all they wanted to whisper about was the one thing she
couldn’t get them to agree on—their next mark.
“Would you hurry
up, already?” She mumbled, poking her stylus into her hair. They hadn’t popped
out for a visit yet today, but if this headache kept up, goddess only knew.
Temperamental at best, her girls were moody man-hating bitches most days and
that was saying something.
So she talked to
her hair. Most shifters she knew had the same dual natured problems she did,
only they weren’t stuck having snakes for hair and an ass that turned into a
giant snake rear end. Well, to be fair, her legs sort of turned into the back
end of a giant snake, but it was all semantics. On most people’s scale of sexy,
snakes weren’t high up on the list. Hell, they probably weren’t even on the
list, but when you’re smote by a goddess, it isn’t like you have much say in
the matter.
Other people
she’d come across in her travels had at least been wolf shifters or even cats.
She, on the other hand, was afflicted with a mythological curse that left her
hissing at the moon instead of howling at it. One of the snakes wiggled in her
hair and she absentmindedly poked at it with her stylus.
“Not yet. Go
back to sleep.”
There went the
coolness thing again.
The snakes
hissed at her in censure and she sighed. She reached for her cup of coffee and
took another sip. The hot black liquid slid over her tongue, cinnamon and
earthy. The morning had come too soon. Nightmares woke her in the middle of the
night, shaking and sweating, just like clockwork. Her throat closed up like it did when the
bastard in her nightmare closed his hand around her neck, cutting off her air,
his eyes narrowed into slits filled with rage filled spite.
Favored by the
goddess…You’ll be crawling by the time I’m done with you.
And she had
been.
About
the Author:
Erzabet Bishop is the award
winning author of Sigil Fire, Written on Skin, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts
interactive erotic romances, Holiday Cruise, Gingerbread Dreams, Pomegranate,
Crave, A Red Dress for Christmas, Holidays in Hell, Lipstick, The Science of
Lust, Club Beam, Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop Collection and multiple
books in the Erotic Pagan Series. She is a contributing author to Club Rook,
Taboo II, Hungry for More, A Christmas to Remember, Forbidden Fruit, Sci
Spanks, Spank or Treat, Sweat, When the Clock Strikes Thirteen, Bossy, Cougars,
Can’t Get Enough, Slave Girls, The Big Book of Submission, Anything She Wants,
Bondage Bites, Coming Together: Girl on Girl, Coming Together: For the Holidays
and more. She was a finalist for the GCLS awards in 2014 and 2015. She lives in
Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local
bookstores.
For more information on books by
Erzabet, visit her website:
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