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  He thrust slowly, enjoying the snail-like pace. He’d never made love before. It’d always been sex. Hard, fast, forgettable. Never with the woman he loved. Never with a full heart, feeling so complete.

  Coco hooked an arm behind his neck and dotted kisses across his face. She was still sleepy. He could tell by the way her eyelids blinked and how she kept refocusing her gaze. Smiling, he kissed her lips and closed a palm over her left breast. Home at last. If only he’d listened to his heart that day in the forest. “We should have done this a long time ago,” Grayson murmured.

  “Mmm… Yes. We should have.” She kissed him harder, tongue thrusting against his. “There’s always tomorrow.”

  “And tomorrow night,” he agreed.

  “And the day after that,” she whispered against his lips. “You know. If you have the stamina for it.”

  He laughed against her lips. “I think I’m up for it, vamp. Tomorrow and every day after.”

  ***

  Dear Reader,

  First of all, thank you for reading Coco and Grayson’s story and congrats on making it to the end!

  So many readers ask me how I come up with story ideas. The spark that started Fangs, Fur & Mistletoe was the idea of these two characters meeting on the battlefield and succumbing to love at first sight. That initial attraction stuck with them over the years, never allowing either of them to seriously commit to anyone else.

  Luckily, they find their way back to each other. And as for the rest of the ladies in the coven, you’ll just have to wait to find out.

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  Happy Reading,

  Selena

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  Keep reading for an excerpt from The Cajun’s Captive, the first book in Selena Blake’s bestselling Stormy Weather series.

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  The blonde peering into his bedroom window never heard him approach.

  “Can I help you?” he asked mildly when he was within pouncing distance. Shrieking, she whirled to face him, backing up at the same time. Her hands came up to balance herself, but it was too late. He made no move to rescue her even though he could have. Her momentum toppled her over the railing and into the soggy grass below. She landed flat on her back.

  From the edge of the porch, he stared down at her not feeling the least bit sorry for startling her. What did a man have to do to get privacy?

  Her wheat colored hair covered her face and the rain slowly soaked her clothes. She seemed too startled to move. Finally, she eased up on her elbows. Her breasts heaved and fell as if she might start crying. The last thing he wanted was a crying woman. Or a lawsuit.

  “You all right?”

  With a perfectly polished hand, she flicked her hair out of her face and glared up at him. The blue eyes that locked with his couldn't have surprised him more if there'd been eight of them.

  Amanda St. James. Alive and in his yard.

  Couldn't be. He narrowed his gaze and took in her features. Same cute pixie nose. Same rosy, heart-shaped mouth he'd longed to kiss. Same delicious curves that his hands itched to caress.

  Suddenly he was transported a decade ago when they'd all been hanging out on a hot summer day. It had been August. Suffocatingly humid. Then Amanda had grabbed the hose and proceeded to drench him and his brothers to the bone. Her kissable mouth had laughed and smiled as they'd chased her. When they'd finally caught her, turning the hose on her, the water had plastered her clothes to her sweet young body.

  It had taken all his willpower not to carry her off that very afternoon. To kiss her all over—from that adorable nose, to those delicious berry pink lips, to her hot pink toenails.

  The clap of thunder brought him back to the present. His eyes didn't fool him. He sniffed the air and her scent filled his lungs. She smelled so sweet, so familiar, and so wonderful that he almost closed his eyes to savor it. Instead, he took in her pitiful form. She looked like a drowned cat. He watched as the rain molded her shirt to her breasts. Either from cold or, heaven help him, desire, her nipples beaded beneath the fabric and stood out like pebbles.

  He clenched his fists. Long dormant need surged upward startling him with its intensity. Its rawness. He hadn't seen or heard from her in nine long years but he’d never stopped wanting her. It was the reason he dated a long stream of women, never settling down. He’d never felt this kind of urgency with anyone else. Although he'd tried to wipe away her memory, none of them could compare to Manda. His Manda.

  But her presence now reminded him of how she'd fled all those years ago. She'd gone off to Yankee country for school. Then she'd gone on to work for one of the biggest broadcast companies in the country. Never looked back. Never called. Simply fled. Ran from him.

  His inner beast had been too proud to let him chase. Had been sure she'd come back in a week or two. Weeks had turned into years and now almost a decade. Now the beast growled deep inside, for the years he'd lost, for making him want her so, making him wait. It lay coiled, anxious and ready to spring to life and take what it wanted.

  He crossed his arms over his chest, trying to keep the dangerous animal inside on a tight leash.

  “Well, well, well. If it isn't Amanda St. James.” He couldn't keep the disdain from his voice. He hoped to hell she couldn't hear the hurt, the yearning... “Did the Yanks kick you out? Get too cold for ya up north?”

  “What a mean thing to say.” For a moment, she looked genuinely wounded. But he told himself that was part of her game. The network probably sent her. How he didn’t want that to be true…

  “Then what are ya doin’ here?” Probably snooping for a story, he thought. Figured she'd use her looks, her connections, to get it. Like hell, she was going to get her story.

  Her tongue slipped between her glossy pink lips to lick a raindrop. That simple movement reminded him of all the times she'd licked her lips, stuck out her tongue at him—reminded him of everything he really wanted in life.

  And just how much he wanted to kiss her.

  Once again, he took in her sad wet form and saw everything he'd wanted for hundreds of years. Everything he'd been denied and had denied himself.

  Sebastian knew he couldn't be angry; she was worth the wait. He couldn't let her get away again. This was a sign from the Gods. She was meant to be his. He'd known it all those years ago when he'd watched her blossom in front of his eyes. While he'd waited for her to grow up. Waited for her to come to him.

  He still knew it. Nothing had changed, he reasoned. Except that he wanted her more now than he had nine years ago.

  And she was well over eighteen now. He would finally make her his.

  With the effortless grace his kind was known for, he leapt over the railing and landed at her feet. Oblivious to the rain, he glared down at her.

  “Get up,” he ordered. She started to crab crawl backwards but she couldn't get away fast enough. In a lightning fast move, he hoisted her over his shoulder. She b
arely weighed more than a sack or two of sugar.

  “What are you doing?” she cried.

  “Taking what's mine.”

  Author Bio

  An action movie buff with a penchant for all things supernatural and sexy, Selena Blake combines her love for adventure, travel and romance into steamy paranormal romance. Selena’s books have been called “a steamy escape” and have appeared on bestseller lists, been nominated for awards, and won contests. When she’s not writing you can find her by the pool soaking up some sun, day dreaming about new characters, and watching the cabana boy (aka her muse), Derek. Fan mail keeps her going when the diet soda wears off so write to her at mailto:[email protected]

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  Other Books by Selena Blake

  Series: Stormy Weather

  The Cajun’s Captive (erotic paranormal romance novella)

  Bitten in the Bayou (paranormal romance novella, ménage)

  Seduced by a Cajun Werewolf (previously titled Bound & Determined, erotic paranormal romance, long novella)

  Mated to a Cajun Werewolf (erotic paranormal romance, long novella)

  Stranded with a Cajun Werewolf (erotic paranormal romance novel)

  A Cajun Werewolf Christmas (paranormal romance short story)

  Anthologies

  Stormy Weather anthology (5-in-1)

  Stormy Weather Collector’s Edition (5-in-1, plus interviews, deleted scenes and more)

  Double The Pleasure (2-in-1, ménage edition)

  Ready & Willing (erotic paranormal romance novel)

  Surprising Darcy (short contemporary erotica ménage)

  Just a Little Taste (short contemporary erotica)