A Sheep in Wolf's Clothing Excerpt

A Sheep in Wolf's Clothing is available now for Kindle, Nook and other e-reader formats. This is book 2 of the Welsh Wolves series.  Reese gets his chance at love and you'll find out what it truly means to be a Welsh Wolf! 

A Sheep in Wolf's Clothing

 by Tielle St. Clare

Coming to his feet, he scanned the room. It was empty of living creatures except for two weak signatures in the corner. He processed the glow and realized they were dogs, one of them just a puppy. The animals stood up when he did and began barking, the sounds meant to warn the wolf away. Even in human form, they sensed his other side.

Pulling back his lips, he growled in the general direction of the sounds and was satisfied to hear the barks turn to whines.

He ran his hands along the smooth table. Exam table. His stomach clenched and he was glad he hadn’t eaten anything tonight. The memories of that lab stayed with him as he slowly explored the room. The only thing that kept him calm was the fact that there were no other werewolf scents.

Everything he touched and sensed confirmed his first conclusion that he was at a vet’s office. But where the hell was he? And how was he going to get home?

He needed a phone, a real phone. He reached out and ran his fingers across the wall, hoping the vet had a landline.

A soft sound in another part of the building caught his attention and Reese froze. Heavy footsteps padded across the floor, growing louder as they got closer.

Knowing he couldn’t explain his human presence, Reese called on his wolf, taking a breath and making the change. He crushed the human groan that threatened as the pain flooded his skin. Within seconds he was on the floor, once again in full wolf form.

The moon’s pull had weakened in the last few hours giving Reese more control over the animal. He kept a tight grip on his wolf, restraining the animal. The wolf’s natural instinct would be to defend and attack the human threat.

The door opened and a brilliant aura entered the room. Reese blinked, his human mind enough in control to process the beautiful mix of colors emanating from the man. Bright reds and blues, the colors blurring into a vivid purple. Passion and kindness reverberated from the large body.

Reese licked his lips, wishing he could actually see the man. The brilliant colors revealed the man’s spirit, but Reese wanted to see his body.

“Hey, little wolf...”

The deep voice called out gently. Reese crouched in the corner, watching the vet walk across the room 

toward the kennel.

“Are you—? Oh, shit.” The man’s colors changed, glowing with the bright yellow of fear. He froze and slowly turned.

Reese again clamped down on the wolf, not wanting to scare the pretty human any more than he had.

“There you are,” the man said, his voice still low and gentle, but fear made the words tremble.

The wolf sniffed the air, capturing the delicious scent of the human. Mate.

The word rang through Reese’s head like a stun gun. He froze. His chest tightened. His heart pounded. What? No, I can’t have a mate. The momentary hesitation gave the wolf the opening it needed. The animal shook off Reese’s control. He leapt forward, straight toward the man, landing hard against the man’s chest, tail wagging, tongue hanging out.

From the corner of the wolf’s mind, Reese moaned. The damn animal was acting like a puppy getting his first belly rub.

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Excerpt from Scarlet

Scarlet is available today. Click on the cover to be taken to the EC web site. 

Heather has put on a cursed dress that will only come off when she meets her true love...or so the legend goes.

Just as she was getting ready to leave, her phone rang. Knowing it might be Tasha or her mother with an answer, Heather grabbed the vibrating and chiming box out of her purse. Tasha. Good.

“Hey there.”

“Hey.”

“How’s it going?”

“Fine.”

Heather sighed and waited. Tasha was a great friend but she had a tendency to lean toward avoidance. Heather was more of a “face it head on” kind of girl.

“Well, did you get ahold of your mother?”

“No. Not really. I mean, I sent her an email. I’ve texted. I’ve left voicemail messages. She pretty much told me she and Nick were going off the grid for a month, and not to worry.”

“What if someone died? Or you got hurt?”

“Don’t be silly. I have ways to contact her in an emergency.”

Heather glared at her phone. “You don’t think this is an emergency?”

“No. It’s your own fault.”

Heather growled. “I get it. I’m being punished by fate. I apologize but I have to get out of this dress. I can’t run my business. I can’t live my life.”

Tasha sighed and Heather knew from the sound that her aunt was rolling her eyes. “Stop being so dramatic. You wanted to prove us wrong and now you’re paying the price. I had nothing to do with it so apologizing to me gets you nowhere, except now I’ll take all your shoes out of the bags I was donating to Goodwill and return them to your closet.”

A strangled garble came out of Heather’s throat and she fought to breathe. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“You’ll just have to see when you get home, won’t you? When are you coming home by the way?”

“I’m here for a week.”

“How is life as a Vegas bride?”

“Kinda sucks. But—I found a guy last night who makes the dress fall off.”

“Then why are you asking about my mother?”

“Because the dress didn’t actually fall off, which was good because I was in the middle of a casino at the time, but the point is, a guy who was in this hotel made the dress fall off.”

“Ooh, so you could come home with your true love.”

Heather laughed though it was more of a sad sound than joyful. Tasha was such a romantic. She actually believed this dress revealed your one true love. Tasha had been storing the dress for years waiting for the right moment to use it.

“I doubt I’ll come home with anyone but myself but if I can find the guy, I can get out of this damn dress and that’s all that matters.”

Crimson Contest!

On Friday, April 27, Crimson, book 1 of the “Red Panty Diaries,” comes out.  The stories center around a bridal gown that once you put it on, you can’t take it off until you meet your true love.  Once you meet your true love, the dress just kind of strips itself off, leaving you standing there...in nothing but your panties.

The friends in these stories all have a taste for pretty underwear and in this case...different shades of red.

For my first three stories I chose: Crimson, Scarlet and Candy-Apple.

There are over two-dozen shades of red.  What’s your favorite shade?

To make it more interesting, I’ll be giving away a gift card to Victoria’s Secret so you can start your own “Red Panty” adventures.

All you have to do is leave a comment telling me your favorite shade of red.

Here’s the link to Wikipedia’s “Red” page to help you out!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Shades_of_red

Collective Memory Excerpt (Adult)

Scene Set Up: Cayl is an alien come to earth hunting a killer. He's never experienced "senses" before. Mace is more than willing to help him out. Collective Memory is available in e-book and print from Ellora's Cave, Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

The sounds of shuffling dragged Mace out of his bed and down the hall to his guestroom. He stopped by the door. Footsteps padded across creaking floorboards and back again. Cayl was obviously having a hard time sleeping. Unable to resist, Mace pressed his ear up against he door. Step, step, grunt, and what? A whimper? What the hell was going on?

Mace tapped on the door, opening it as he poked his head inside. Cayl stood in the middle of the room, moonlight streaming across the floor, his hands propped on his hips, his jeans hanging low. His shirt was gone, thrown on the floor like he’d ripped it off in a fit of irritation.

“You okay, man?”

“I do not understand how you do it.”

“Do what?”

“How do humans shut off these senses long enough to find rest?”

Mace hid his grin. So the guy was going to continue his “I’m an alien” routine. That was okay. He could play like that.

Cayl spun around and glared at him. “If I could possibly get used to the scent of the bedclothes, there is the constant hum of your food storage unit and the tree brushing against the roof.” He paused. “And if I could ignore all of that, my shaft has remained hard since we left that club making it impossible for me to sleep.”

Mace let his gaze drop to Cayl’s crotch and sure enough, there was a distinctive bulge that indicated the poor man was in some discomfort. Oh yeah. I can definitely play with that.

“How am I to correct this?” Cayl demanded.

“Correct it?”

“It’s obviously defective. I was given to understand a male’s shaft got hard when the human was preparing for intercourse. I am alone and quite obviously not preparing to have intercourse, so why is it hard?”

“You were hard at the club,” Mace pointed out.

“But Agent Denning, who is female, was present and rubbing against me.” Agent Denning? Mace had to ask Devin about that. “That was a logical explanation. The body believed it might have some chance at penetration.”

The edge of Mace’s mouth kicked up. He could almost believe this guy didn’t understand fucking. But the way he’d kissed Devin and sucked her tits…fuck, that had been hot.

Cayl’s mouth crinkled into an irritated line. “I don’t know what to do when one is alone.”

“Okay, um, you…” Hmm, how did he explain this? “You rub it. You know, put your hand on it.”

Cayl shook his head and sighed. “I tried that. Touching it only makes it worse.”

Mace’s smiled broadened into a full-blown grin.

“You have to kind of do it for a bit. It gets worse before it gets better.”

“You’ve done this?”

“Many times.”

Cayl pulled open the button fly and shoved them down, his cock popping out as it was freed and stretching long, hard and thick.

“Please show me this technique. I cannot tolerate this sensation much longer.”

Show him? Come on. You can do it. Give a hand job to the hot guy in your spare room who thinks he’s an alien.

There were all sorts of reasons why he shouldn’t do this—first and foremost being this guy might be insane—but the thick cock pushed aside the concerns. He walked across the room to where Cayl stood. Cayl’s broad chest tapered down into a ripped stomach. Hmm. Nice. Hard and firm. Thick. He shook his head when he realized he’d moved past describing his chest and returned his attention to Cayl’s cock.

Cayl tipped his head to the side as if to urge Mace to hurry. Demanding little shit. Except he wasn’t little. Not where it counted. Not anywhere.

“Well, you just…” What the hell, just do it. He reached out and curled his fingers around the base of the shaft. Cayl’s sharp inhale warned Mace it wouldn’t take much. The guy was on the edge. “You just stroke it.” He slid his hand up, tightening his grip, letting his fingers tease the round head. A garbled cry erupted from Cayl’s throat.

“Ahh!”

Cayl might be insane but he wasn’t faking the hunger. Mace gave another pump and felt a shudder run through Cayl’s body. Mace kept his eyes down and worked his hand over the thick cock, every stroke drawing a reaction from Cayl—a groan, a shiver. Fuck the guy is responsive. Strong fingers dug into his shoulder as Cayl punched his hips forward, driving his cock into Mace’s grip.

“Mace, please you must—”

Mace looked up. Cayl’s wide eyes stared back at him—a mix of panic and fear.

“Surely there is some resolution soon?”

Let Sleeping Wolves Lie Excerpt (Adult)

As promised, here is an excerpt to "Let Sleeping Wolves Lie." Available now from B&N (Nook) and coming soon to Amazon (Kindle).

Scene Set Up: Maddock has returned to an out of the way bar, strangely compelled by his attraction to another man. Poor Maddock. He's been having a rough week.

Enjoy!

Tielle

Let Sleeping Wolves Lie

He wasn't interested in Dex sexually. He was practically on the verge of maybe getting engaged to Monica. And he sure as hell wasn't interested in guys. A few exploratory encounters in college didn't count.

His foot tapped on the floor, expelling some of the energy surging through his veins. He took a deep breath and tried to stop the strange twitching. Damn, he felt like he’d been shot through with electricity.

He pulled out his phone and opened his email. He could sit here and work just as well as at the office. They didn't have wireless, but the cell service worked well enough.

The first email was from Monica, followed by another. He started flipping through the messages, typing a quick reply. His gaze tripped over to Dex, carrying a tray of drinks to a table of men. They looked like the same guys who'd been here the other day. Sort of made sense. It was about the same time.

These guys must be regulars.

Dex flashed the whole table a smile. The one closest to him raised his hand and patted Dex's hip, getting dangerously close to his ass.

Maddock's gums tingled and the muscles along his jaw clenched. The base of his throat tightened. Conflicting sensations crowded his brain. And he had the strangest urge to growl.

He ran his tongue over the rough edges of his teeth. The lightest touch sent shockwaves into his jaw. Fuck, when was the last time he’d been to the dentist?

Laughter he instantly recognized as Dex grabbed his attention. He watched as Dex spun away from the table and headed back to the bar.

The strange sensations in his teeth faded as Dex moved away from that table, but the strain at the base of his neck remained.

Maddock rolled his shoulders back but couldn’t release the tension. Forcing his eyes to focus, he stared at the half-typed message on his phone and realized he didn’t understand what he’d written. How the hell would anyone else? He re-read the original note, remembered his reply and jumped back in to tapping on the screen.

But the swish of a tight ass encased in black denim fluttered at the edge of his sight and he looked up. Dex was back at that table, handing out drinks, bending over to place a pitcher of beer in the center.

The guy with the wandering hands put his fingers on Dex's arm, drawing him down to whisper something in his ear. Dex bent down and listened.

He's probably just asking for directions to the bathroom.

Right.

The movements were subtle, keeping Dex close, the teasing glow in the guy’s eyes.

Dex leaned closer. He tipped his head to the side at something the guy said, then turned and looked over his shoulder, his gaze meeting Maddock's. The other guy looked as well.

Instinct controlled his body. Maddock spread his legs a little bit and draped one arm over the back of the booth, warning the guy that he was watching and letting him see Maddock was big enough to defend what belonged to him.

Not that Dex belonged to him.

Fuck, what was happening to his brain?

The twitch in his leg returned.

He looked at the time. Dex's break was another twenty minutes away, but he didn't think he was going to make it. He had to get the hell out of there.

He went back to his phone but barely saw the screen. Every movement in the bar caught his attention. His senses tracked Dex's path around the room, especially when he went near that table of men.

The volume level rose as another big group came in. Dex seemed to know where everyone was, when they needed refills. He moved quickly but never seemed to rush a customer. Maddock had to admire the way he worked the crowd, smiling, flirting, teasing.

It was all fine until Dex headed back to the first table of guys. He leaned forward placing another pitcher in the center of the table, showing off that tight ass. And the handsy bastard just couldn't keep from touching, once again patting Dex's hip like he had the right.

Maddock was out of his booth before he knew what was happening. Four strides carried him across the room.

He stared down at the construction worker and grabbed Dex's arm.

“Take your break now,” he growled.

Dex blinked and looked up at him. Those wide green eyes held a spark of fear, but the lust that flashed at him told him the shivers he sensed running through Dex's body weren't because he was afraid. Dex nodded.

Maddock glared a warning down at the man who'd dared touch Dex. The guy flinched and satisfaction surged through Maddock's chest. He was pretty sure the guy would keep his hands to himself from now on.

He nudged Dex to move and Dex headed toward the back of the bar. Maddock didn't let go as he followed, almost pushing Dex, urging him to get them somewhere private so he could…

Fuck, he didn't know what he was going to do, but he needed Dex alone. Needed to get a few things straight.

Let Sleeping Wolves Lie

My new book "Let Sleeping Wolves Lie" will be available soon at Amazon and B&N. Let me tell you a bit more...

Let Sleeping Wolves Lie
When something tall, dark and yummy crosses Dex's threshold, his inner Omega wolf goes on full alert. Instinct tells Dex he's met his mate but the man seems less than thrilled at the prospect. And has totally suppressed his inner wolf.

Maddock has no intention of getting involved with any man, especially a little hottie who's a little nuts. The guy actually thinks he's a werewolf and that Maddock is one as well.

But resisting temptation is harder than he imagined. The full moon is on the rise and instinct can't be denied forever.

Let Sleeping Wolves Lie is a m/m werewolf story.

Collective Memory Excerpt (Adult)

Set Up: Cayl is an alien come to Earth chasing an evil alien. In Cayl's world, they don't have physical forms so he's never experienced having "senses". In this scene, Devin, Mace and Cayl enter a notorious sex club searching for the bad guy.

Collective Memory
By Tielle St. Clare
Available June 1 from Ellora's Cave

Fuck. Devin crushed the curse in her throat. She’d gotten herself into this, taunting Mace. Now she couldn’t brush it off, not without breaking their cover. And it had been her command that they blend.

“Bend over, hands on the table.” Mace’s low, penetrating voice filled her core and made her pussy clench.

She swallowed but it made no difference to the lump in her throat. A quick glance toward Cayl did nothing to calm her. He stood a few feet away, observing, his clever mind obviously recording everything. God, please don’t let him ask questions.

Taking a breath, she leaned forward and placed her palms on the table. She lifted her head and met Mace’s stare. The challenge in his eyes shot through her body. She could handle this. It was just a simple spanking. Or at least that’s what she thought he had in mind. Vanessa hummed softly, the sound mocking. Whether it was directed at Mace or Devin, she didn’t know. Didn’t matter. She wasn’t going to let some Elvira wannabe laugh at her or Mace.

Devin took the noise inside her and used it to power her resolve. She pushed her ass out and lowered her eyes.

“Please, Sir.”

“Very good.” Mace accompanied the words with a slow caress to her ass, his fingers measuring the curve. “Nice,” he said, his voice low, intimate. “I’m just going to warm your ass a bit, then finish when we get home. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Her fingers curled against the wood despite the fact that she couldn’t grip the smooth surface. She wasn’t afraid of being physically hurt. She didn’t think Mace would actually beat her and her skirt would protect her from the sting but still the thought of being spanked, in public, made her heart race.

She waited, the anticipation almost too much before she felt the first strike. As she’d expected, the material of her skirt muted the sensation. She could do this. He’d smack her ass a couple of times and then they’d move on.

“Mace, Sir…” Cayl’s voice broke through Devin’s calm. “If I understand physical punishment, there should be some discomfort. Would it not be better to strike her bare skin?”

Her gasp resonated against the wood desk.

“Why, Cayl, I believe you’re right.”

No, no, no. He couldn’t be serious.

“Help me pull her skirt up.” Two sets of hands tugged on the hem of her skirt. Cool air rushed across her skin as they pulled the material high, forcing her to shift to draw it up to her waist. She did a mental flip through her morning and tried to remember what underwear she’d put on. Please don’t let it be the cotton granny panties. Not the granny panties. She remembered having them in her hand but couldn’t remember if she’d actually put them on or—

“Ooh, our slut is showing off for us today.”

Damn, the fluorescent-pink bikinis.

She shivered as warmth slid across her skin, Mace’s large hand cupping her butt cheek. He gave it a little squeeze. The heat in his hand sank into her pussy and it was all she could do not to press back against him. No, this wasn’t good. She had to—a faint hum, high, like a question, filtered through the air. And another hand settled on her ass, covering her other cheek, testing, following the curve.

“Nice.” Mace asked, giving her backside another squeeze.

“Yes.” Cayl mirrored the action. “Again, strangely compelling. Similar physical reaction to the sight of her bare breasts.”

His hand slid down, fingers dipping between her legs. Devin crushed a yelp. His fingertips traced the line of her panties, a breath away from her pussy. Her mind raced with the fact that she was wet, really wet and if he touched her he would know. And he would probably announce it to the world.

“Not so fast, slick.” Mace’s voice halted Cayl’s fingers. “We want to make sure her pussy is nice and eager before we give her any relief.”

“Hmm.” That masculine, assessing hum told her Cayl had put the concept into his memory. From what she’d read of his world, he wasn’t likely to forget. Cayl’s fingers slipped away. “Now you will punish her?”

“Yes.”