Author Laila Raimes Interview

Laila Raimes grew up in the Bronx and moved to upstate NY for her last year of high school-according to her: It sucked!! She now lives in upstate NY with her 11 year old son.

Laila is an indie author–except for the Alt World Series–who writes about strong heroines who have lived through or experienced something horrible from abuse whether physical, sexual, or emotional, to depression, but fight, struggle and conquer it all, in a paranormal erotica/romance setting.

Some of her works are deep or considered controversial–the Alt World Series–as they delve in detail into abuse, whereas others are meant to be lighthearted and just fun. She also has a series that is in-between.

She’s sarcastic funny & her family thinks she’s crazy for several reasons, but most recently because she told them the best chip to use as a weapon when ninja stars are unavailable are Lays potato chips–original of course. According to her, “They’re as thin as razors.” Who can argue with that logic?

Her favorite phrases are “Oh snap & Word,” and her favorite hair color is blue/black.

She hopes you enjoy her works and sincerely appreciates the time you take to leave a review. (More so if you enjoyed her work than if you didn’t 😉

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Females Rising

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author laila raimes bannerWhat inspired you to write your first book?  It was a dream I had.  I was being chased upon a motorcycle by a slew of thugs and I jumped upon a bridge cable and continued my high-speed getaway while balancing on that cable…

How much real life do you put into or influences your books? Possibly too much. Each of my books has a lot of me in there.  Someone asked whether I made up the situations the heroines I write about have to overcome or whether it’s from experience, I answered truthfully.  It’s all from experience.

What is the hardest part of writing for you? Finding the time. I’m a single mom of a nearly 12 year-old boy so I work 40+ hours a week.  He comes first so I find myself getting up at the ass-crack of dawn every morning to try and fit in some writing.

What are your current projects? Finishing up the final book to the Shifter Fates series entitled Elle’s Justice. I’m about done editing the sequel to Tiny Tragedies – The Sundry Files.  I started writing the sequel to Mate-Staken Identity (A Micah Everheart Novel), and started the first book in my new series entitled Governed Mates.

How do you go about choosing the title for your book(s)? They usually have something to do with the story so most times it’s pretty easy for me.

What is your favorite genre to write? At the moment I only write paranormal erotica/romance, but I do have two NAs floating in my head.

Generally, how long does it take you to complete a book from idea to handing it over to your publisher? The only book that is traditionally published is Tiny Tragedies. That one took me 2.5 weeks to write as it was like nagging me to get it out of my head.  The others depend again on how busy my life is or on the level of depression/anxiety I’m suffering through, which I’ve made no qualms about expressing.

Do you ever use someone in your life as a sounding board for ideas or do you prefer to work alone? I’ve mentioned my idea for Tiny Tragedies to my family as we’ve all been intrigued by the idea of multiple personalities. The other books I’ve kept to myself.

Do your travel to research for your book(s)? What a dream that is for me. No, can’t afford to travel except in my mind.  Therefore the internet is my go-to place for anything I need to know.  However, my books are paranormal so I get to make up whatever I can imagine and don’t need much as far as realism except when it comes to the shifters I decide to use.  I do try to put their characteristic traits in the books I write.

Did you learn anything while writing your book(s)? More knowledge about animal traits and habitats. But I’ve also found that looking up resources or concentrating on human behavior has helped me learn how a person may react to a situation.  Again, these reactions are tweaked due to the traits my characters have but still it has made me more observant in life when speaking to others.

Have you ever had an idea for a book but never written it and what is it? So far that would be the two New Adult books I’m hoping to start writing in the upcoming year.

When writing, do you have a process? I consider myself a free-flow or wing-writer because I do not use an outline. I see the story I want to write, I see the big scenes, the characters and who they are and then I let them take me there.  So sometimes something will pop up and I’m like, “ooooh that’s good!”

Do you have any advice for new authors looking to make their own literary statement? There’s always someone out there who will read it and understand. If you feel the need to write, to get that thought out of your head and into others, don’t let anything stop you.  I may not be well-known but I’m ok with that.  I love writing, I love meeting new friends who love the stories I’ve written.  The entire experience has been great as a whole.

How many books have you written? Do you have a particular favorite?  So far five books have been published, but I’ve written seven.  My favorite is Tiny Tragedies because Sundry’s story is going to take her up, down, sideways, you name it, and she’ll experience it.  And in the end, what/who she turns out to be isn’t what she expects at all.

Why did you choose to use a publisher instead of self-publishing? For my first book Tiny Tragedies which was technically accepted and in the process of being published before Shifter Fates – Elle’s Claim was self-published, it was because I honestly didn’t have any information on self-publishing. Live and learn.

Where do your ideas come from? Most have come from watching or reading books that have made me think of my own stories.

How many books do you currently have published? Five books.

Are you working on anything right now? ? Finishing up the final book to the Shifter Fates series entitled Elle’s Justice.  I’m about done editing the sequel to Tiny Tragedies – The Sundry Files.  I started writing the sequel to Mate-Staken Identity (A Micah Everheart Novel), and started the first book in my new series entitled Governed Mates.

Do you have a favorite Hero or Heroine from any of your books and why? Sundry because she is an enigma.

Do you have anything you would like to say to your current readers or to those that haven’t yet read your work(s)? To my current readers I say, thank you for taking the time and giving me a chance. I put my heart, sweat and sometimes tears into my writing and I hope you enjoy it.  To those that haven’t read my works, I’d say take a chance.  The first book in the Shifter Fates Series Elle’s Claim is free on Smashwords, Kobo, iBook’s and B&N, what do you have to lose?

More About You ~ The Fun and the Naughty

Share one thing about yourself that would surprise people who know you. I write erotica. I’m usually a very introverted person.  Depression and anxiety keeps me from putting myself out there unless you get to know me, then you’ll probably find yourself laughing at my sarcasm, a bit nervous about the threats I love to spew, but thankful that I’m in your corner.

Doggy style, cow girl or missionary? Doggy style, though I’ve been known to reverse the cow girl now and again.

What secret sinful pleasure do you keep hidden in your cupboards? I’m a single mom, not sure I have a secret sinful pleasure in my cupboards…

Are you a wine or beer kinda gal? Both. Love dry red wine, and dark beers/IPAs.

If you could go anywhere at all on your next vacation where would you go? Hmm. So many options.  I will say I’d love to go to Hawaii, I’ve heard it’s beautiful there.

If you could choose any hot famous guy to take with you who would it be and why? You know I don’t really do celebrity crushes, just not my style because I’m too much of a realist (long story) but if I had to choose I’d go with Tyler Hoechlin just because well, he’s frickin hot.

Thong, Bikinis, Granny Panties, or Boy shorts? Boy shorts.

Are you a dress up in heels or a jeans and flats woman?

Homebody or Party all the time girl? More of a homebody.

Tall, Dark and Deadly or Smart and Sexy or Athletic and Funny? Definitely Tall, dark and deadly.

Significant other or Tearing up the town free and clear? LOL, free and clear.

Favorite social network and why? FB mostly because it’s the only one I somewhat know how to use, but also because I can connect Twitter to it so I don’t have to use multiple platforms.

What was your “dream” job as a child?  I wanted to be a computer engineer.  Hey, it was what I was surrounded by.

What was the worst job you ever had while working towards being a published author? Does current job count? It’s funny my real life jobs have all been customer service jobs and I hate dealing with angry people on a daily basis.  But for whatever reason, it’s what I’m good at.

What would be your next best choice if not writing as a career? Anything where I could work from home.

About Your Latest Release

Introduce us to the main characters:  Ealera AKA Elle is the fierce heroine and her mates are Cole, Jaxon, and Declan.

 How do these two meet?  Elle, Jaxon, and Cole met at the Gathering of the Unmated.  Elle met Declan after she joined the former on their pack territory.

How would you characterize their relationship in one word answers, start, middle and end?  Unsure, developing, chaotic.

 What three words would you use to describe this story?  Fun, sexy, adventurous.

Blurb:

Though the war has begun, Jaxon and Cole have more to deal with than that.  Elle’s been taken by a parasite living in Declan and they have no idea where she is, or how she or the five pups are faring.   Supposed allies are actually enemies, and supposed enemies are actually allies.  They don’t know who to trust or how to fight a force stronger than the entire Alpha and Omega pack combined.

Meanwhile Elle struggles with the fierce need she feels for Mercurial/Declan as well as how to get him to return her to her realm.  Visions help Elle come to terms with the fact that Mercurial and Declan must unite in order for Declan to survive.  Instinct pushes her to make that theory a reality.

The Earthly realm is in utter chaos.  But is that what Tiel was truly after?  Or did he have a loftier place in mind?  When the truth comes out, Elle realizes the term ‘in over your head,’ has never been more certain.  It will take more than a demi-god/female Alpha-wolf hybrid to fight this battle.  In fact, it just might take the joint forces of heaven and hell to save them all.

Excerpt(s):  Jaxon

We didn’t have a moment to get upset, not a moment to even take in the fact that Elle was gone. Gone from us. Gone from this realm. The instant the flames dissipated…they were on us. A slew of them.

And still I had Rabbit to protect.

“Hang on,” my voice wasn’t my own. It was that of my war-form; more beast than man. More hate and fight than sense. It was all I could do before I lost myself to blood and rage.

Blood rage.

What a feeling.

My body grew six-and-a-half feet and tightened, becoming nothing but pure muscled-steel with scraps of stringy white hair at the base of my neck, some at my back, my elbows, my knees. The exposed skin would feel like weathered leather, but was calloused almost like a shield—I felt nothing when Rabbit partially shifted, her small but still knife-like claws embedding themselves three inches into my calloused skin to keep her steady as she clung to my back. Razor-like claws replaced my nails the size a long dagger as four inch fangs extended and ended in needle-like points. Thin? Extremely. Fragile? No fucking way.

Rage and despair fueled me as I became a blur attacking the Shades that dared to disrupt our home. Dared to kill our pups, our pack-mates, our family. Cole was right there with me. Charging, flipping, lunging. Destroying anything in his path. Thank fuck there were no innocents in the path. There would’ve been no discerning between the two.

He’d lost it. Just as he’d lost it when Elle first disappeared. It didn’t matter that it was his brother who’d done the taking. Well, partly his brother? I wasn’t sure yet. But again, I had my hands full. Of blood, bones, skin and brain matter. It was nearly cathartic. The feel of sliding into their bodies and pulling out their lives. I didn’t see them as anything other than what they were at that moment. Not what they may have been before being possessed, not who they may have loved or those they left. Because here they were making those we loved leave others behind.

They attacked us like senseless beasts. No intelligence in their strikes. Just pure power and muscle. If that sounds like a plan to you, then you’ve never been in a fight. Just as in life it takes the use of brains to strategize the win. To study the opponent, foresee their next strike and how to counteract it. Yes. This I learned since moving into the A & O pack and training with Godric and our pups. I’m not ashamed to admit it. I learned from watching and fighting our pups. And still, I had more to learn.

But that’s neither here nor there. The point to what I was saying is this: attack after attack was the same. There was no change in angle, no shift in aim, no planning what-so-ever. You know that saying from Forest Gump: “Stupid is as stupid does.” I finally got it at that moment. They weren’t bred to think. Technically they weren’t even bred to kill. Killers, assassins—like Elle—had to use their intellect. These Shades didn’t have any. They were soldiers and one definition of a soldier is: to continue or persist, despite adversity or difficulty. For them that meant: attack, attack, attack.

It seemed as if Cole and I had the same epiphany at the exact same time. We stepped out of the way of the next wave of attacks and then our gifts took over. My chest began to tingle, warm, and glow as my birthmark came alive.

I felt a shift in Cole’s composure and my mind drifted back to the day I removed ‘prince’ Caleb’s Shade from his body. But as with Declan’s fire I will temper it. I will make it so they have a natural fear of man and will only seek out fair game. It will be imprinted on their minds, even in their animal state. That was Elle. And Elle was no longer with us.

Still we continued, we had no choice. Not if we wanted to save what mattered—lives. So on we went.

And with a thought of ours, on and on, and on our gifts went. Attacking the Shades around us. Beastly roars harmonized with humanely screams as one was separated from the other. The men instantly passed out from the physical and mental stress of this change; the beasts confused, angry, and homicidal. If it wasn’t for the fact that there was no full moon and Cole’s ‘charges’ reverted back to their male forms, we may have been in a bit of a pickle. But thankfully it wasn’t and we were able to focus our attention on the beasts that were black and oily-foaming at the mouth with us in their sights.

It was also the moment that a nine-foot plus, had to be a faer…er, semi-god male walked into the midst of the carnage. The look on his face was pure unadulterated disgust causing me to instantly peg him as the infamous betrayer…Tiel. Though he was pure semi-god and not a shifter, the snarl he released could’ve given us a run for the money.

He advanced suddenly and for a brief moment I felt fear of death. Not for me, but for Rabbit who was still holding her own, or my flesh, rather. Then a spray of leaves and wind encompassed us. When it was gone, so was Rabbit. If it wasn’t for Zail’s comforting words in our minds, “She will remain safe, Alphas,” I would’ve freaked out. Then again, I wasn’t sure if I should still be freaking out as we were still there and an obviously pissed-the-fuck-off semi-god was as well.

that moment. Not what they may have been before being possessed, not who they may have loved or those they left. Because here they were making those we loved leave others behind.

They attacked us like senseless beasts. No intelligence in their strikes. Just pure power and muscle. If that sounds like a plan to you, then you’ve never been in a fight. Just as in life it takes the use of brains to strategize the win. To study the opponent, foresee their next strike and how to counteract it. Yes. This I learned since moving into the A & O pack and training with Godric and our pups. I’m not ashamed to admit it. I learned from watching and fighting our pups. And still, I had more to learn.

But that’s neither here nor there. The point to what I was saying is this: attack after attack was the same. There was no change in angle, no shift in aim, no planning what-so-ever. You know that saying from Forest Gump: “Stupid is as stupid does.” I finally got it at that moment. They weren’t bred to think. Technically they weren’t even bred to kill. Killers, assassins—like Elle—had to use their intellect. These Shades didn’t have any. They were soldiers and one definition of a soldier is: to continue or persist, despite adversity or difficulty. For them that meant: attack, attack, attack.

It seemed as if Cole and I had the same epiphany at the exact same time. We stepped out of the way of the next wave of attacks and then our gifts took over. My chest began to tingle, warm, and glow as my birthmark came alive.

I felt a shift in Cole’s composure and my mind drifted back to the day I removed ‘prince’ Caleb’s Shade from his body. But as with Declan’s fire I will temper it. I will make it so they have a natural fear of man and will only seek out fair game. It will be imprinted on their minds, even in their animal state. That was Elle. And Elle was no longer with us.

Still we continued, we had no choice. Not if we wanted to save what mattered—lives. So on we went.

And with a thought of ours, on and on, and on our gifts went. Attacking the Shades around us. Beastly roars harmonized with humanely screams as one was separated from the other. The men instantly passed out from the physical and mental stress of this change; the beasts confused, angry, and homicidal. If it wasn’t for the fact that there was no full moon and Cole’s ‘charges’ reverted back to their male forms, we may have been in a bit of a pickle. But thankfully it wasn’t and we were able to focus our attention on the beasts that were black and oily-foaming at the mouth with us in their sights.

It was also the moment that a nine-foot plus, had to be a faer…er, semi-god male walked into the midst of the carnage. The look on his face was pure unadulterated disgust causing me to instantly peg him as the infamous betrayer…Tiel. Though he was pure semi-god and not a shifter, the snarl he released could’ve given us a run for the money.

He advanced suddenly and for a brief moment I felt fear of death. Not for me, but for Rabbit who was still holding her own, or my flesh, rather. Then a spray of leaves and wind encompassed us. When it was gone, so was Rabbit. If it wasn’t for Zail’s comforting words in our minds, “She will remain safe, Alphas,” I would’ve freaked out. Then again, I wasn’t sure if I should still be freaking out as we were still there and an obviously pissed-the-fuck-off semi-god was as well.

He was also heading directly toward us with a sneer on his face.

That was OK, though. Because that was when the tables turned in our favor, yet again.

The closer Tiel came, the faster my heart beat. Then began the feel of my skin prickling. Which morphed into the searing feeling of heated needles scraping of skin by the layers. The look of shock then disdain on Tiel’s face informed me that it was meant to be worse. A lot worse. His sneer turned into a smirk as he raised his arms out on either side. His body became nearly translucent with a reddish ember glow within that seemed to be leaning toward us until the most fearsome, commanding roar shook me to my core so much so that I fell to my knees in…submission. My head bent forward and everything!

I didn’t dare look up to find out where that dominating bellow stemmed from. Tiel apparently had no such qualms. In fact, before he even turned, his body stiffened and he squared his shoulders. A rebellious stance if I ever saw one. He turned extremely slowly. Another tell. This one being lack of respect. He must’ve known who that demanding yowl came from. And he didn’t give a F.U.C.K.

Still I didn’t lift my head. My body wouldn’t have cooperated even if my brain gave it the command. But I didn’t need to in order to know what happened when his eyes met the personification of Alpha.

“No,” his voice was strained, and seemed to go on in a low growl which also mimed the tremors of the ground beneath my knees. Yes, my knees.

The Alpha said nothing. His full-bodied growl a warning, threat, and a promise all in one to the point that even Tiel took it as it was meant to be and Sifted or whatever you call what a contaminated semi-god does to disappear. Either way, heat licked my skin—singeing my scraggly hairs—as a swirl of dead leaves of different shapes blew around us leaving The Alpha near us as the war waged on.

My insides shivered, my stomach quivered and still I didn’t dare move. That sense you hear people speaking about, the one when they say he has such a presence…well, fuck, he had the presence. I was beginning to form sweat on my brow when that presence was snuffed out and a brief moment later there was a loud thud and a small quake as he hit the ground.

Suddenly I was able to move again. Shit. I was able to breathe again. And I took a lungful in thankful that I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath, and also feeling as I had just been given CPR to get my lungs working. It was that heavy.

We didn’t have time to enjoy that moment—yeah, if I was frozen in place, so was Cole—because the angry, separated daemon wolves were still coming our way. As I was about to engage, Cole yelled, “Cover him!” I turned to where The Alpha laid unconscious and saw a few daring wolves charging at him, ready to rip him to shreds. Before they got the chance an enormous white polar bear came barreling toward them. Just as the bear was in attacking distance, it stood on its hind legs, crossed his arms, then slashed out at them with eight inch claws instantly severing their heads. Then he scooped up The Alpha, tossed him over his back and went barreling toward the medical ward leaving me, Cole and any other brave souls to take down the remaining daemon-wolves.

Elle

As quickly as that twinge of fear came, it left, and was replaced by nothing short of utter rage. I didn’t bother getting to my feet. I Sifted. Remaining invisible I shoved the fiery body that was Mercurial/Declan, or who-the-fuck-ever and yelled, “Who the fuck do you think you are?” But it wasn’t my voice that came out of my mouth. At least, not a voice I’d ever heard before. Everything shook and rumbled. Even the air seemed to jitter. But Mercurial didn’t budge. His nine foot four flaming body remained stagnant. The strength I put behind the shove meant nothing to him. He just stood there. Looking at me.

Looking. At. Me.

He could still see me even though I was supposed to be invisible. A surge of rage thrummed through my body, my muscles tightened, my hands fisted, and I released a roar so primal that it startled even me. There was no distinct single animal in it. It wasn’t just wolf. It was as if every single beast that had lived expressed their anger through me.

There was no point in remaining visibly invisible so I showed myself. I was breathing heavy, every muscle taut, my claws digging into my palms in an effort to keep from losing my mind and unleashing the fury I felt within my blood on… I looked around. Where the fuck am I?

I heard the crackling of flames die down. When I faced my newest nemesis I was no longer looking at a flaming body, but a male. An oh so very sexy, hot, desirable male.

A flutter tickled in my lower belly. Heat spread from my core outward. My breath caught. I took a few steps back. I did not want to have these feelings for this daemon-god. How long my minds sense would remain with me remained to be seen. I was pretty sure it wouldn’t be long. For each step I took back, he took one forward until he must’ve decided he had enough of this cat and mouse game and I hit a wall.

An invisible wall.

Then he caged me in. His massive hands on the wall on either side of my face, his enormous body acting like a door. It was clear. I wouldn’t be exiting this situation anytime soon.

I kept my eyes on his lower chest refusing to look into his extremely perfect face or eyes. If I did I knew I would’ve crawled up his massive body, freed his equally massive cock and had my wicked, deliriously, pleasurable way with him.

But he wasn’t having any of that. A thick, long, very sexy hand cupped my chin and gently lifted my face until I met his eyes.

I whimpered. “No, no, no,” I whispered.

His face was chiseled perfection. Sharp cheekbones, a granite jawline, a clefted chin, plush, soft looking lips. And his eyes. Oh gods, his eyes. They were close to a clear amber with molten gold flecks that seemed to shimmer and throb brighter every so often. His hair was past shoulder length, wavy, thick and a dark maroon with gold streaks sporadically placed within. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to run my hands through it. Help me. I wanted to yank his head back as I was fiercely riding him and bite that perfect jaw.

Oh no.

He smiled.

I groaned.

His eyes pulsed. The amber darkened. The molten gold brightened. And I knew I was lost to him. Because this here was not just Mercurial, but also Declan. I felt him in his touch. The soft way he cupped my chin. The soft look in his yearning eyes. My Declan was in there. I just had to find out how to bring him back to me.

“Please. Don’t,” I whimpered out as I tried to pry my face away from his hand. He shook his head—slowly—from side to side, giving me the only warning I would get. But of course me being me, had to find out the hard way.

I yanked my head to the side while pushing him with my powers. That did the trick. He flew backwards but maneuvered himself so that his feet stopped his momentum and he slid to a halt. He threw his head back and released a disappointed breath. When he lifted his head, it was to look at me with a scorching hot smoldering gaze.

I knew that gaze. Fuck. I may have been wearing the same one. I leaned farther into the invisible wall and spread my arms to my sides, reaching for an opening for me to slip through. But there was none.

It was my turn to shake my head. But all he did was give me a disarming smile and say, “Mine.”

Then he was on me. Silencing any protests with such a searing kiss I almost came on the spot. When he pulled away—leaving me a hot, needy, panting mess—he said, “Mine,” in a tone that was an affirmation.

But I was in love and one seriously hot daemon-god wasn’t enough to make me forget my mates. “And Jaxon’s, and Cole’s too,” I said.

“No. Mine.”

I ignored the smooth baritone voice of his and said, “I’m Declan’s, Cole’s, and Jaxons’s. You are a hitchhiker.” I crossed my arms.

“Why?”

“Because they’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” He nuzzled into the crook in my neck. I shivered.

“Declan is mine,” my voice was very breathy.

“I am Declan,” the huskiness of his voice was nearly my undoing.

“Are you?” I asked, ignoring the fact that my hands went to his hips. And trying to ignore the fact that his moan made my insides quiver.

“We are one.” His dipped his tongue out and tasted my skin.

I moaned.

“No you are both occupying the same space, but you are not yet one. Not quite,” it all came out as a whisper. He ran his nose and lips up my neck and I squeezed my thighs together trying to dull the ache. This is wrong. So wrong.

“Stop,” I whispered. “Please,” that one was a little louder, a little sturdier.

Mercurial pulled back slightly, his nose grazing mine and stared into my eyes.

It was weird. I saw Declan in there. I didn’t have to use my mind’s eye to look for him, he was there. And I needed him desperately.

“Declan, please,” I knew I didn’t have to say anything else. I wanted him, Mercurial, but it felt wrong. They weren’t fully one. The proof was that I could see Declan within Mercurials eyes. No matter how my soul and body told me he was meant to be mine, it felt…like I was cheating. So, no. I couldn’t go through with this. Not with him. Not with Mercurial.

Mercurial dipped his head and took my lips in an intense kiss that I was powerless to stop. Then he pulled back with an expression that was both pained and understanding. His eyes morphed into a dark amber with flecks of gold and I knew that he had slipped into the background allowing Declan to surface.

The instant I knew he was there I jumped up his taller body and hugged him fiercely. He reciprocated, his arms now comparable to the size of original Declan’s legs. Huge. But proportionate.

I whimpered my need to him and thankfully he didn’t judge me. I felt horrible as it was knowing he was in there, watching me.

“Don’t,” he said. I knew he had read my mind and while I was thankful that he didn’t blame me, I still blamed me. I nuzzled into his neck inhaling his scent, now stronger than ever before. I needed him so much. I couldn’t lose him. I had to find a way to either merge the two—imagine that…merging—or get rid of Mercurial so my Declan can return, fully. But I knew in my entire being that the latter was impossible. I wouldn’t be able to, I couldn’t disconnect the two. I had to face the facts. I just wasn’t strong enough.

A sharp nip to my neck tore me from my thoughts. Declan’s eyes were still with me though his body was new. And I desired him like nothing before. More so than when I was in heat, more so than when we mated.

Then I had a thought. And with that I attacked.

 

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