Sunday, August 31, 2014

PICKING CANDY by Nena Duran

PICKING CANDY by Nena Duran

The Kataru-Book One

Candy Morales is a cosplayer by trade and a picker at heart. She has no problem digging through trash if it means finding a treasure. When a friend leaves her a box full of antique glass eyes in a garbage bin, she decides to dive right in.

Emmett Bradshaw is an alpha wolf shifter ex-Marine with a weakness for curvy females. After ten years of self-imposed exile, he’s come home to take over his pack. One thing he never expected was to find the woman of his dreams rummaging through garbage. Emmett did what any warm-blooded wolf would—slap her tempting, round backside.

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Excerpt

Blackrock had undergone a drastic transformation from blue collar town to a bustling hipster community. Gone were the boring gray buildings, replaced by vibrantly-painted storefronts. To say he was surprised was an understatement. Emmett drove down old Morrow Street when something odd caught his eye.

He parked his fully-loaded top-of-the-line sedan and then walked into the empty alley. Sticking out of big old rusty garbage bin was a pair of shapely legs. First thing on his agenda after dropping his gear at the big house was getting laid. Doyle would laugh his ass off if he ever learned how a pair of dummy legs had distracted Emmett. For a moment, they looked real enough. Unable to take the stench of the bins, he headed back to his car. A clanking noise stopped him in midstride.

“Where the fuck are those damn eyes?”

Emmett heard the voice, but couldn’t find its source. It was dammed sexy, husky enough to make his cock twitch. He glanced back in time to see the legs move. How’d he mistaken them for a mannequin? Curious to see the rest of the woman attached to them, he crossed back to the bin and pulled her up.

“Mind telling me what you’re doing head first in a garbage bin?” His balls tightened to a painful knot when her generous ass brushed over his face. It was big and round. Emmett couldn’t stop his hand from smacking it. Hello, sweet cheeks. Where have you been all my life? he thought, swallowing back drool. Today is my lucky day…OohRah!

“Ouch. What the fuck is wrong with you, jerk?” The woman squealed with outrage and tried to pull out of his grip.

He’d no idea why he’d done it. Just a glance at her butt and his hand acted on its own. His rod was so hard he could have drilled a hole through a concrete a wall. Emmett hoped she wasn’t too angry, because he had plans for her later that evening.

“I’m sorry. I thought you were slipping and I tried to grab you. Here, let me help you.” He plastered what he hoped was his charming smile on his face, lying to her without a second thought.

“Keep your hands to yourself, Slappy. I can get out without your help,” she yelled, tugging his arms to try to get free.

Fat chance. She was right where he wanted her. He tightened his grip around her waist, but she screamed bloody murder, bringing everyone within earshot. Now why had she gone and done that and ruined such a romantic moment?

In a town ran by a wolf pack it meant everybody. She squirmed against him, trying to break loose. She gasped before painfully digging her nails into his arms. His wolf growled a warning. I’ve scented my mate. If you hurt her, I’ll make you regret it for the rest of your life.

“Candy, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

Emmett recognized the voice as to belonging to Max Dietz. He remembered him as a little boy genius always trying to build or fix something. Max’s defiant stared told Emmett he wasn’t that little boy anymore. The protective stance he’d taken in front of the woman spoke volumes. His wolf snarled at him, trying to assert his ownership. To the boy’s credit, he flinched but didn’t move.

Emmett looked at his arms. She’d drawn blood. It pooled around her nails. Now that she was out of the bin her scent hit him like a pie on a clown’s face. Mother fucker, she smelled good, even among garbage. The more he tightened his hold, the harder she squirmed, rubbing that ass against his happy cock.

“Oh, hell, no. Are you growling at me? Is that your… Ewww, dude, stop poking me with your shit.”

Boy was she full of spirit, but he had to work on her language. “Stop rubbing your bubble butt against it. You’re making me horny,” he whispered into her ear. To make his point he ground his hips harder.

“You’re disgusting.” She gasped angrily, but Emmett wasn’t fooled. He could smell her. She wanted him.

“Your ass is sweet like your name,” Emmett whispered again, then gave Max a warning growl. The young pup reached for his woman. His? Where the hell had that came from? Startled, he pushed her into Max’s arms. What was wrong with him? He’d never reacted to a woman this way before. She’s human. I can’t get involved with one right now or ever.

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