Monday, August 29, 2016

#AmazonReviewTour - The Golden Pack Alphas by Laurel Cremant

Title: The Golden Pack Alphas
Author: Laurel Cremant
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy
Published: July 21, 2016
Were hybrid, Georgia Walker, has spent months avoiding Marcus, the wolf shifter otherwise known as the pain-in-her-ass. The brooding and stalkerish enforcer makes her lips curl in a snarl, but her skin tighten with need—a combination of reactions that has Georgia tense and less than her usual, affable self. She’s spent her entire life struggling to fit in with her pack. She doesn’t need Marcus around tempting her to flex her control and limits.

Marcus Legrand loves a good chase, and Georgia stirs more than his love of a good hunt. Despite how well Georgia tries to hide behind her snarky sarcasm, he sees more than he knows she’s comfortable with. Her scowls can’t hide the flare of heat that sparks between them each time they meet. He’s tired of Georgia running from him at every turn, but the too-smart-for-her-own-good she-wolf excels at pushing his buttons.

When Georgia's father, current alpha to the Golden Pack announces his successor, it tilts Georgia's world on its axis. With unknown forces endangering the pack, Marcus and Georgia are forced to put aside their differences and work together, even as fate and attraction pulls them closer together.

Taking a deep breath, she reached her arms overhead, arched her back, and inhaled the balmy salted air.
She could almost hear her muscles sigh, but despite the relaxation attempting to spread through her limbs, her body tingled with a tension settled too deep.
Her heat cycle was starting—nothing she could do to relieve the discomfort.
Well, almost nothing.
Dropping her hands back down to her sides, she swept her gaze across the small beach. It wasn’t crowded but had a fair number of sunbathers and Zen cravers. And most importantly, it had men looking for the same thing she was—a little fun, forgetfulness, and zero strings.
Although heat pooled to her center, her stomach rolled in apprehension.
In the past, she’d had no problems finding a willing male to sleep with when she was in heat. She enjoyed sex, and although each year, her parents hoped she would choose a permanent mate, no man in or outside of her pack inspired much feeling or devotion. At least, not enough for her to be shackled to for life.
But since last year, because of The-Wolf-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, no one appealed to her.
Instead of rolling around for several hours with a well-endowed chosen playmate, she’d remained locked in her home for days with her vibrator and a healthy supply of batteries.
She had no intentions of repeating the experience. This week, she planned on proving to both her body and wolf that Marcus wasn’t the only man capable of making her hot.
Her gaze combed the area, looking for a good candidate.
One particular man caught her eye.
He’d been swimming for the last hour, his caramel arms cutting through the water in languid strokes. But now, he rose out of the surf resembling a naughty sea nymph, his strong legs leading up to deep blue board shorts. Dry, she guessed the swimming trunks were perfectly modest—but wet, they molded to his thick, muscled thighs and cupped his cock in a way that left very little to the imagination. And since Georgia’s imagination was better than the average wolf’s, she bit back a groan and clenched her thighs tight.
Pushing her sunglasses up to her hair, she licked her lips as her gaze traced the diamond-bright droplets of water running along his hard chest. They sluiced down his body, aided by the tight ridges of muscles along his abdomen, tunneling down to what looked like one hell of a stocking stuffer.
Merry Christmas to me.
Yes, an island getaway was proving to be the perfect holiday treat.
Her gaze meandered back up his chest and after taking a brief note of thick smooth lips and tempting dimples, she made eye contact with her merman come to life.
His eyes gleamed with interest and her lips turned up in her best come-hither smile. He took a step forward and then froze, his gaze focusing on something just over her left shoulder. Shaking his head, he turned and continued walking down the beach.
What the hell!
She frowned at his retreating back. Admittedly, she was no supermodel, but she’d never had a problem with luring men her way.
A long shadow fell over her.
Her turn to freeze. Despite him blocking out the sun, a heated scorch rippled down her torso and limbs as the approaching shade crept down her body. Her nipples pebbled to thick points, her pussy clenched, and a slow growl worked its way up her throat.
Only one thing made her body react this way, and she’d deliberately left it back in Golden Valley.

“Hello, Gigi. Miss me?”

Laurel Cremant is a multi-published author who enjoys writing steamy, diverse and seductive romance: paranormal, urban fantasy, contemporary, multicultural and erotic. She is a self-proclaimed, out of the closet nerd, and admits that she can't seem to avoid adding a bit of "nerdology" or "geek-dom" to all of her stories. She's a PAN member of the RWA and bestselling author in several sub-genres of romance.


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