25th February 2011 - Friends Friday - 6 Comments

Friends Friday – Amber Kell!

Today please welcome Amber Kell and send some sympathy her way, she’s not feeling so terribly well, poor thing.

How Stories Start!.
With my story Baiting Ben I started with the idea of what if you were fated to be with two people instead of one? Most of use can barely handle the one person we’ve got (or maybe I’m just thinking of me). How would they interact with each other? Would one get preferential treatment over the other? What could they do to stay a solid bond.

bbBaiting BenBenjamin Sallen entered the club with wide eyes and a hopeful heart.

It was a toss up what was more fascinating, the flashing lights, the flow of dancing bodies writhing half naked across the floor, or the scantily clad waiters sashaying around with trays of food.

After filling out innumerable forms to validate he was werekin, he was finally allowed through the club doors.

Coming out February 26th with Silver Publishing.

And now, a taster:

His enhanced werewolf senses absorbed the smells of sweat, lust, and sex. Never had he gotten so hard, so fast, but the pheromones filling the room would make anyone want to have sex. Ben had come to find a mate, but at that moment he would take hot, sweaty sex with a total stranger if it would take off the edge. As it was, his dick was trying to burst through the zipper of his favorite jeans. He wondered if this was the type of club that had room in the back for the convenience of its members.

Ben jumped back as a wereleopard slammed his partner against the wall and started dry humping him. Maybe they didn’t need a private area. Shaking his head, he walked through the dance floor, towards the bar. His throat was dry and he didn’t have to work tomorrow. His job as an independent CPA let him set his own hours and prevented him from having to answer embarrassing questions about why he couldn’t work on days close to a full moon.

After months of settling into his new environment and living without a pack, he yearned for the touch of another werekin. Even the brief brush of flesh from the shifters on the dance floor helped soothe the lonely animal beneath his skin. Despite leaving his Alaskan pack only six months ago, he was desperate for the company of others like him. Hunting under a full moon wasn’t the same without a pack, it lacked the joyous luster, and the prey he could catch was more of the rabbit variety, than a fully-grown deer.

Purchasing the club membership was his chance at a new life. If he met and mated with a local werekin he could get accepted into the pack. Even if he hooked up with another lone wolf at least they could become a pack of two, in werekin culture anything was better than one. Lone creatures didn’t survive long in the big bad world, especially small ones. At five feet nine inches, Ben was on the short side for a wolf shifter. He blamed that on his human mother. If he was full blooded he would easily have topped six feet. At least he could shift. He’d heard of half-blooded werekin who were unable to shift but still felt the call of the moon. Ben decided they must be in a special type of hell, one he was lucky enough not to be a part of.

Using his smaller size to slip through the crowds, he made his way to the long wooden bar that covered most of the back wall. The bartender moved with a fluidity that screamed cat shifter.
“What can I get you?” The bartender batted his long sable lashes over a pair of piercing sea green eyes. “Besides me.”
Ben chuckled. “A rum and coke, please.”
“Oooh a polite one.” The bartender’s hands moved so fast the motion blurred. In seconds he was presenting Ben’s drink with a flourish. “Anything else.”
After giving the cute cat a tip in the glass jar beside him, Ben flashed a grin of his own. “Not right now, but I’ll let you know if that changes.”

It wouldn’t. He was looking for one of his own kind. In his wilder days the cat would’ve been a prime hookup, but he was looking for something more permanent. Ben wanted a mate. He wouldn’t get it where he came from. At the Great Claiming none of the weres had stepped forward to choose him. Maybe if Dillon had been home things would’ve been different.

pridMy second release coming out February 28th is called A Prideless Mate and is part of my Supernatural Mates Series.

What happens when a man with kids falls in love with a shifter who has no experience in being a father?

I thought about this. When two people are fated to be together what happens if there are other people involved. That is the case with Kevin when he falls in love with a werepanther.

Excerpt:

Kevin looked out the window at the pride of lions sunning on the porch, and released the sigh building in his chest. Leaning against the window frame he thought over his life. As much as he loved the ladies, the addition of Adrian, the alpha’s mate, brought back feelings he’d long suppressed. The craving for the touch of another man burned through him each time he saw Talon stroke Adrian’s skin.

Kevin didn’t want Adrian for himself—he wasn’t suicidal—but the looks exchanged between the mated pair reminded Kevin how good it could be with another man.

Equal.

As much as he loved the lush feel of a woman’s body, he’d always known it was the hard form of a man he preferred. Now that he had two cubs of his own, it was time to find his mate.

“Thinking about leaving us?” Tia, the mother of his little boys, wrapped her arms around his waist, settling her chin on his shoulder.

Kevin knew she was asking, more for curiosity, than that she cared if he left the pride. Tia was more than capable of raising their boys, but she was his friend and cared for him in her own offhand lion way.

Kevin sighed again. “Not really.” He nodded towards the couch where Adrian was curled up beside Talon. For a lone wolf, the smaller man was a cuddler. “Just wishing for a mate of my own, I want what they have.”

Tia tilted her head. “Extremely loud sex?”

Kevin threw back his head, laughing. “No. Well, I wouldn’t object to that either, but I meant a relationship with a guy.”
“Pickings are a little lean on the mountain, big guy,” Tia said, releasing him and giving him an affectionate pat on his back. “Maybe you should ask Adrian if he knows anyone.”

Shaking his head, Kevin looked at the pair. “I don’t think I could go for a wolf. Don’t get me wrong,” he held up his hands to ward off a blow, “there’s nothing wrong with Adrian. I just have a feeling my mate will be feline.” He took a careful step away from Tia in case she decided to attack anyway. The females were psychotically attached to Adrian, mostly because he made them chocolate treats. They all purred whenever he stepped foot into the kitchen. Kevin suspected Adrian laced his brownies with catnip, but he’d yet been able to catch the wolf at it.

Tia frowned. “There aren’t any other prides nearby. Oh!” Her face lit up. “What about that new dating service.”
Kevin let his expression show his opinion of that idea. “I’m not signing up with Werekin Wanted. I don’t care if they guarantee a match or your money back.”

“Hah!” Tia pointed an accusatory finger at him. “You looked into them.”

Kevin blushed. He hated to admit it. He had considered the site. Shit, he was getting desperate, but as Tia said there weren’t a lot of choices up on the mountain.

“I might have looked at the site, but I don’t think I can go through with it. I mean how pathetic is a guy who finds someone through an online dating service?”

“About as pathetic as a guy who’s afraid to try because he might fail,” Tia said. She nudged him with her shoulder. “The boys are old enough that you don’t need to be here all the time. They aren’t babies.”

“I know.” How could he explain that he had an unnatural affection for his children? Most lions would’ve moved on after his babies were born, but Kevin adored his five and seven-year-old and couldn’t bear to leave them.

For more info on the lovely Amber Kell check out her Blog!

6 responses to “Friends Friday – Amber Kell!”

  1. Stormy Glenn says:

    Hey Amber, great blog. And I loved your work. Waiting impatiently till the 28th for Kevin’s story.

    Stormy

  2. Ryssa Edwards says:

    Amber,
    Hope you’re feeling better soon.

    Because then you’ll be working on part two of Jaynell’s Wolf, right? Right?

    Kidding. . . sort of.

  3. Pender Mackie says:

    Hey Amber, sorry you’re feeling lousy. Hope you you feel better soon. I really like the premise for Baiting Ben. I’m going to add it to my TBR list.

    • Amber Kell says:

      Thanks Pender. You might want to read attracting anthony first. You don’t have to in order to understand baiting ben (they are each stand alone) but it gives you insight into the other characters.

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