Allyson Young joins me today with her latest book, Undone by Destiny
Blurb:
Desiree lost her heart to Tahl before he moved away, pursuing a
redheaded shifter. Devastated, she somehow managed to hope he got what he
needed. Except, being part Fae, she now believes she’s cursed him. Tahl has
returned, unmated, refusing to share what transpired.
When Tahl pursues her, realizing what she has always meant to him,
Desi desperately avoids, her guilt—and refusal to be second choice—a deterrent
to her heart. Her twenty-fifth birthday approaches, and hot from the chase,
Tahl corners her. He triggers her heat and she must allow him to assuage it,
however outraged and resentful she might be.
The redhead follows Tahl, refusing to accept his mating—he can’t be
bonded should his mate die... The males fail to thwart the nefarious plan, and
the true nature of both females is revealed. Only one bitch can win and keep
Tahl’s heart, and Desi won’t lose.
Excerpt:
Now that he was here, he was stalling, and he grimaced. Nothing much
scared him, but the female presumably inside the cabin… He forced his feet to
carry up the short set of stairs and opened the front door with a confidence he
didn’t feel. Until he saw her.
Huddled on the couch, facing him, was his future mate, the most
beautiful thing he’d ever seen—or scented. Cheeks flushed, hair now streaming
in wild abandon and clothing awry, she glared at him, her rage muted by the
trembling need radiating from her tense body.
“Baby. I got here as soon as I could. I—” His attempt at an apology
was overridden as Desi lurched to her feet.
“It’s not fucking fair that I have no recourse in this, Tahl. It’s a
done deal because you decided. You.
And now I’m stuck with you. I have to submit to your … physical attentions so I
can function.” She laughed, a harsh mimicry of her usual, musical burst of sound.
The one he hadn’t heard in his vicinity for a very long time but had never
forgotten. The dichotomy scalded his senses.
She stood, her body shaking, the hormonal flux pouring off of her,
and he balled his fists to keep his hands to himself. A vastly angry Desiree
was an incredibly beautiful and appealing female and his wolf seethed with
impatience against her siren call. Tahl shoved his animal back and cudgeled his brain for something that would
soothe her. Some sense of self-preservation kept him from offering his heart.
It was quite likely she’d carve it out of his chest and eat it with a spoon.
His breath stuttered as with awkward, jerky movements, she yanked at
the front of her silky shirt, the fine fabric rending beneath her impatient
hands. She threw the remnants in the general direction of the couch before
working at the zipper on her little skirt. The garment slid over her thighs to
pool around her ankles, his avid stare tracking it as the black lace of her
matching panties was revealed as well as the long length of her legs. She
stepped out, nearly losing her balance, and kicked the material away.
This was so not how he imagined it. Throat dry, he closed the
distance. “Desiree. Easy, baby. Let me—”
“You’ve done enough, Tahl,” she coughed out between shuddering
breaths. “Now do what nature intended.” Her pretty bra popped open and her
breasts were displayed. Sitting high on her narrow torso, they were in perfect
proportion to the rest of her, though visibly swollen with need, the dark
nipples beaded tightly.
Everything in him screamed to take her right fucking now, his cock
so hard it hurt, his wolf groveling. Groveling.
With inner strength he somehow drew from somewhere, perhaps his conscience,
maybe his aching heart, he wrestled his libido into submission and hugged her
instead. Trying to offer her comfort. His eyes closed against the intense draw
of her soft, silky skin, the heat of her radiating intensely to the very marrow
of his bones.
Desiree wrestled free, wild-eyed and flushed. Surely no other male
would have been so fucking stupid as to trigger his future mate’s heat on the
side of a goddamn highway and then leave her unfulfilled? He cursed himself
again.
She scrabbled at the fine stuff of her underwear and it met the same
fate as her shirt. Tahl drank in his first sight of the female who was his, all
creamy skin and smooth curves, the soft dark hair at her apex neatly trimmed.
But she was shaking harder, out of control, the scent of her arousal
overwhelming him, and instinct took over.
With economic movements, he stripped off his own clothing. Desiree
swayed, her eyes tightly shut as she panted through the tiny whimpers falling
from her lips. He spoke her name even as he gathered her up and bore her down
on the wide, soft couch, but she wouldn’t—or couldn’t—open her eyes.
There was no time, or need, or foreplay. He’d left her too long.
Testing her preparedness with one finger, he grunted his satisfaction. Soaked.
Her thighs opened wide for him as he maneuvered between them, her arms splayed and
her head thrown back. She writhed, her wolf clearly right at the surface, and
her whimpers escalated both in volume and quantity.
Recognizing the time for fucking couldn’t be put off by
conversation, however necessary, he fit the weeping crown of his cock against
her opening. Wet, sultry heat engulfed him as he surged inside on a desperate
thrust. And froze at her muffled yelp.
“Fuck me, baby. Fuck. Me.” He wrapped her up, working his arms
beneath her shoulders to tuck her as tightly against him as he could manage
while holding his cock steady, giving her time to adjust. It was his turn to
screw his own eyes shut in order to concentrate on not moving one fucking iota.
He’d just taken her virginity, and
even his wolf paused in its desperation to claim her.
Buy Links:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MUBECAJ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1484592034&sr=8-1&keywords=undone+by+destiny+allyson+young
Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/undone-by-destiny-mf
Author Bio:
Allyson Young lives in
cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband and numerous pets. She
worked in the human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst
of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short
stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her
work appeared in her high school yearbooks too! After reading an erotic
romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica.
Allyson will write until
whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes man up and all
the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson
favours the darker side of romance.
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