Paige's Bossy Bear (A BBW Paranormal Romance) (A Blackwood Brothers' Book) (6 page)

“Oh, baby, you are so beautiful.” He tossed her on the bed with more urgency than finesse and she giggled
again as she bounced not once, but twice. Sometimes Quinn didn’t know his own strength. He’d never hurt her. She was as sure of that as she was that the sun was going to rise the next morning. And he brought her such feeling of joy.

Joy
wasn’t the only feeling he made her feel. Her pussy tingled as she looked up at him. He stood by the bed breathing hard. Lord, he was magnificent. He was rock hard, a solid mass of thick, corded muscle. Paige loved his good looks, she wasn’t a dummy. But she appreciated his sense of humor and intelligence. He was the whole package. And he was all hers.

On fire to touch
him she rose up on her knees. Her hands skimmed skin that felt like warm, supple leather. Entranced, she traced the expense of his chest. The ridges and slopes came alive under her fingertips, rippling at her touch. The sinews of his neck and shoulders were taut and straining beneath her fingers. She pressed her lips to his shoulder, marveling at its smooth shape. He tangled his hands in her hair and dragged her head backward.

“Mine.” His voice rumbled in his chest.
There was such fierce satisfaction in his voice that her pussy clenched in response.

“Yours.”

Quinn’s heated mouth roamed down her throat, biting at the soft skin. His teeth closed over the mate mark, pressing lightly against the still fresh mark of last night. His tongue drew lazy circles over the tender spot. The skin had healed, but it was still sensitive. It would be forever. She moaned a soft, breathy sound that whispered through his head and sent a jolt straight to his cock.

His hand slid lower, easing from the small of her back to the swell of her luscious ass.

“I love it when my woman gets that expression on her face.”

“What expression is that?” Paige
didn’t move. She continued to stay with her head thrown back, her eyes closed as she watched him touch her, taste her.

“That you want me.”

“Damn straight,” she said, cupping the back of his head with her hand and tugging it downward. She whispered in his ear, letting him know just how she wanted him.

Quinn’s knees almost buckled at the lust rolling off his mate. “
I knew there was a bad girl lurking in there somewhere.”

She bit at his mouth, trying to get him to kiss her again.
“Well, there is. Now what are you going to do about it?”

Damn
, Quinn thought, if she hadn’t just challenged the bear. He licked his lips in anticipation of the night ahead.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR…

Marie Mason has always known, somewhere deep in her soul, that being a writer was what she was born to be. Thanks to the new and exciting world of self-publishing, Marie was finally able to make her dream come true. Part two of the dream is to be a full-time writer, spending the wee hours of morning creating new and exciting characters for her readers. That part might take a little longer. If
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BLIND DATE WITH A BEAR

A
BBW PARANORMAL ROMANCE

When Quinn Blackwood thought it was time to go hunting for his mate, he
couldn’t believe fate handed her to him on his very first blind date. His family thought it was a hilarious turn of events since the big bear shifter had been looking forward to sowing a few more wild oats before settling down with his one true mate. No one was laughing when Paige got the wrong idea and believed Quinn was just looking for a good time.

Paige Matthews had finally given into the cajoling of her co-worker and agreed to a blind date with the woman’s brother. Paige admired the family of bear shifters and had nursed a secret crush on the oldest Blackwood brother, Quinn, since moving to town. Even though she’d known the odds were against it, she was terribly disappointed that she wasn’t his true mate. She did however, decide to take him up on his offer of a good time, cause this good-girl craved the bear’s sweet loving.

EXCERPT:

Quinn did more than give her a casual look. He turned on the padded barstool, giving her his full attention. He tried not to let his mouth hang open or show her his bear panting with need. She was cock-hardening tempting even if she was dressed ultra conservative in that white button-up blouse and black slacks. Nothing form fitting or eye-catching about her outfit. The only concession she’d made to dressing for a date were the earrings dangling from her shell-like earlobes. They were black and sparkled with each movement of her head and enticed him to look at the sweet curve where her neck and shoulder met. The place most shifters marked their mates. He wondered if she would taste as sweet and satisfying as he imagined.

Okay, slow down,
buddy
, he told himself. That was two overly possessive type thoughts he’d had about this woman in less than ten minutes. Yes, he’d felt the instant attraction, the instant awareness that this woman was his. His bear was closer to the surface than it had ever been in his life. Inside, he heard the animal whisper to the man.

Mine. Take. Mate.

He stood up and faced her. Like he said, his size intimidated most women. One good look might be enough to scare her away. His bear didn’t like the thought of that.

The man knew she might take one look and run. Yeah, he liked larger women—make that freaking loved women of size—and Paige fit the bill with big boobs and a big butt. Besides the attraction, though, he needed a woman who could go toe-to-toe with him, giving as
good as she got. While bears might appear laid back and easygoing, they could be, well, a bear to live with. He didn’t want a shy, mousy woman who’d let him run roughshod all over her. Dominate her—hell yeah.

What were his sisters and mother always telling him and the twins? There was a fine line between being dominating and domineering. Sometimes shifter males learned that difference the hard way.

Before he could say anything, he saw her head turn, her green eyes watching his every movement as he rose. Her gaze raked him from top to bottom and back up again before she spoke.

“You’re very big.”

Oh, baby,
he thought
, you don’t know the half of it.

SEASON OF THE WOLF

A BBW HOLIDAY ROMANCE

The curvy woman stepping off the red, two-engine plane
wasn't just a Christmas guest, she was his fated mate...

Wolf shifter, Jason Dupree had returned to his hometown of
Winter, Montana, to take the position as head enforcer of his pack and sheriff for the small mountain town. Snow was not his favorite thing. When his sister asks him to pick up her Christmas visitor while the white stuff is falling, he is not a happy wolf. The woman is working on her Ph.D., in of all things, the sexual habits of wolf shifters. In ordinary circumstances, Jason would have been delighted to help her with her research. But, he's suffered injuries that almost proved fatal, even for a wolf.

Priscilla Johnson had never had a satisfying sexual encounter and
didn't believe in the instant attraction wolf shifters purported to feel for their chosen mate. Ever since an unexplained encounter with a pack of wolves when she was younger, she'd felt drawn to the beautiful animal. When she discovered that shifters do exist, and that they, too, mated for life, she had the perfect subject for her doctoral thesis.

Caught in a snow
storm, Jason must use all his shifter strength to keep them both alive. While taking refuge in a small cabin, he must convince the disbelieving woman that fated mates do exist and that she now belongs to him-heart, body, and soul.

What better
way convince her than to let her experience the sexual appetite of a wolf shifter when he finds his true mate.

EXCERPT:

“Look, I’m sorry I got upset. This wasn’t how I was planning on spending my Friday night.” He wasn’t about to tell her the truth—that the thought of being snowed in with her was about to drive his wolf insane. He glanced at her, afraid to take his eyes off the road for very long. She sat very still, gripping the edges of her seat.

“I, umm.”

She licked her lips and he just about forgot everything. The snow. The treacherous road. His own damn name. His mind filled with the image of her on her knees, the tip of his cock nudging its way inside of her mouth.

“Are there really such things as wizards?”

“What?”

“Do wizards exist?”

Jason snorted. He didn’t want to get into an explanation of the supernatural world with his mate. He had a feeling the things he would soon be revealing would be mind-boggling enough. “I’ve never met one, so I can’t really say for sure.”

“That’s a very politically correct statement.”

His mind was racing with the options he had for getting her to safety. He knew the highway patrol was probably erring on the side of caution by closing the road. The road back to the airport would be getting as impassable as the one before him.
Plus he couldn’t see them spending a comfortable night in the rundown metal building. Or a couple of nights. Really, did he have any other choice but to ‘power through’ as she’d so innocently pointed out until he could go no further?

His eyes swept over the landscape, determining their exact location. The closest shelter, besides some abandoned caves, was a small cabin on the edge of pack land. If he could make it a
couple of more miles in the SUV, they should be able to reach it.

“We’re in trouble aren’t we?” The fear in her voice tore at him. It was a wolf’s number one objective to keep his mate safe, free of fear.

MATE OF THE ALPHA

A BBW LYCAN ROMANCE

Ethan Scott was reluctant to claim his mate, Lily Reynolds. He was afraid his carnal needs would be too much for the curvy innocent. His wolf was of another mind, pushing the man relentlessly to mate.
But Ethan knew once he had the brown-haired beauty there would no turning back. He’d claim her, mate her, and bred her. When she’s attacked by a group of rogue wolves, Ethan fears he has left his claiming too late and will lose his mate forever. When he comes to her rescue, he discovers the spirited Lily is more than ready to be the mate of an alpha.

Lily Reynolds has been crushing on her boss since she started work at Wolfe Enterprises six months ago. She knew the chances of attracting the wolf into a long-term
relationship were slim to none–slim being a state she hadn’t achieved since childhood. She loved her curves and knew there was someone out there who would love every soft, luscious inch of her voluptuous body. Heartbroken, she knew Ethan Scott wasn’t that man despite the hot and cold signals the wolf shifter had been given her for months.

EXCERPT

“Come in, Lily.”

“Do you have those contracts ready for me to finish, sir?” She stood by the door, her hands clasped in front of her.

While he had every intention of making her call him sir in the bedroom–mainly when he had her tied to his bed or spanking her luscious ass–he didn’t want her to do so in the office.

Oh, really?
If his wolf had had eyebrows, they would have risen in disbelief. They both knew one of the first things they planned to do after they claimed her was bend her over his desk and fuck her while she screamed,
harder, sir; faster sir
.

His cock, which had been half-hard since
she’d walked through the door, sprung to life so fast, he actually felt faint for a moment as all the blood in his body rushed south. His wolf snickered.

“Ethan,” he said with firm determination, wanting to hear his name on her lips. “I told you to call me Ethan.”

She drew in a deep breath, which lifted her breasts into prominence, and both the man and the wolf whimpered.

“Ethan.” Her voice was shy and breathless and he almost came in his pants.

He reached to the side of his desk and handed her a folder. “Here are the contracts. If you could have them done before you set up for the meeting, I’d appreciate it.”

A departmental lunch meeting
had been scheduled in the large conference room next to his office suite. What he really wanted to do was call the meeting off, claim Lily and take her again and again until they were both raw from fucking.

Then he wanted to do it all over again.

The only thing standing in his way? Lily Reynolds. In his mate, he sensed a reserve. There was a wariness within the depths of her pretty, brown eyes that spoke of something, he suspected, that had to do with a man. It made him angry to think anyone had ever hurt his mate. But knowing he’d have to overcome her natural resistance
and
some asshole’s past behavior was a challenge.

A challenge he was closer and closer to taking on.