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The Return

Series: Pride Law , Book 2.0
By: Loribelle Hunt | Other books by Loribelle Hunt
Published By: Etopia Press
Published: Feb 01, 2013
ISBN # 9781939194640
Word Count: 25,507
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Categories: Romance>Werewolves/Shifter Romance>Erotic Romance


The Return (Pride Law) by Loribelle Hunt - Romance>Werewolves/Shifter eBook

Two men. One woman. Sex that sets their worlds ablaze.

Jaz Nolan has problems and she knows it. As one of a handful of rare female shifters, her favors are in demand, and she already knows who her two mates are—Asa and Fisher, a werewolf and a werelion. But after escaping captivity and torture, she’s spent weeks battling her fears, and she’s still feeling a bit suspicious. Skittish. Nervous. After working with her therapist, she’s ready to move on and put all that behind her. Now it’s time to take care of business.

Item one: Claim Asa for her own, the werewolf and mate who came to her rescue. The wolf who makes her imagine a future untainted by the past.

Item two: Deal with Fisher, her second mate, the werelion who betrayed her and Asa in ways she’s not sure she can forgive.

Item three: Find the monster who kidnapped her and make him pay…

Reader discretion: Contains ménage and light BDSM
**Previously published 2010
Reader Rating:   4.0 starstarstarstar (1 Ratings)
Sensuality Rating:   liplipliplip
He went in through the kitchen door and took the stairs up two at time, ripping his shirt over his head as he went. He should have known he wouldn’t get off so easily. Or at all. Jaz stepped into the hall before he reached his room, and he skidded to a halt a couple feet from her.

She was dressed in deference to the heat, but all he saw was an invitation to sin. Her shorts were cut off at a barely legal length, and there was no bra under her tight tank top. There was nothing left of the half-starved, scrawny cat they’d rescued anymore. Instead, she was a female designed to drive a male to the brink of madness—petite and all dangerous, lethal curves. Her almost-red, almost-blonde hair was in a high ponytail, and he had to fist his hands to prevent himself from reaching forward to free it, letting his claws almost pierce his skin as a reminder to restrain himself.

She didn’t even notice he was on the edge of control.

Her eyes widened as she looked at him, moving over his chest, down to his cock, and lingering there. She licked her bottom lip, and his body screamed, oh hell yeah! For the first time, that was not fear on her face.

“What is it, baby?” He eased forward slowly, terrified of scaring her off.

“Um.” Her gaze finally lifted to his face, as if he’d broken a spell. He was so close, close enough to touch her, to pull her forward. “I wanted to apologize for disappearing earlier.” Her smile was wry. “I’m not a very good hostess.”

“You were scared. It’s okay.”

She nodded. “But I’m trying not to be.”

“It’ll take time. I understand that.”

Her gaze slid down his body again and seemed to get caught on his cock. She lifted her hand but let it fall to her side before coming into contact with his skin. It took all his control not to step forward aggressively, not to press into her and fulfill the need raging through him. But this was not about him or his needs.


She met his gaze again.

“You can touch me if you like.” God, please, touch me. “I won’t take more than you offer.”

She hesitated so long he thought she’d refuse, but finally her hand rose again and came to rest on his pec. She slid it down, fingers splayed and feather soft as she traced his nipple. It hardened at the contact, and he couldn’t help the low growl that rose in his chest. A human woman wouldn’t have heard it, but she wasn’t human, and she reacted by jerking away. His hands fisted at his sides. He was 0 for 2 today.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Don’t apologize,” he snapped. She winced. “And don’t do that either. “

She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at the floor. Her body language was sad and dejected. She quaked, and his heart ached for her.

“Look at me, baby,” he coaxed. Reluctantly, she lifted her head. He spread his arms. “Come here. Let me hold you. That’s it, just hold you.”

It might kill him, but he could offer her this comfort. He could do it without running his hands over her body, without sneaking under her shirt to find out if her skin was as soft and smooth as he suspected. He could offer her the comfort of his body, the comfort it was a mate’s duty to provide, without taking her. Without claiming her. Without tasting her and feeding the fire he knew was burning in her too. He could give her what he knew she needed right now. Succor, safe haven. But, damn, it might kill him.

Reader Reviews (1)
Submitted By: sarahd123 on Jan 9, 2014
This author is a genius. I love this book. Can't wait to read more about the sexy shifters.

The Return

By: Loribelle Hunt