Happy anniversary to me,
Happy anniversary to me,
Happy anniversary to meeeeeeee,
Happy anniversary to me!
Apparently, the traditional gift for five year anniversary’s is WOOD! Ha! How apropos! Five years ago, a little unknown named Jade published a little tale about furry alien catmen and their love for a very special human woman. Now look at me! Bet some of you are regretting buying the Felidae 1: Laithe’s Pride now! I’m like the energizer bunny and I’m not going away ;)
Changeling Press has been awesome enough to give away a little present for my anniversary so I’m going to share it with you! It won’t start for a few days but I’ll remind everyone again next weekend ;) From 2012-01-25 thru 2012-02-02 input code Felidae at www.changelingpress.com to receive 10% off one order, anything you can stick in the cart, with the purchase of any Felidae Series title.
And to celebrate, I’m posting a little tidbit from Laithe’s Pride that is sure to include some form of wood *snicker* and for your viewing pleasure… here’s a freaking fantastic representation of Laithe, Fahd and Rowan that PL Nunn drew up for me. Enjoy!
The Felidae 1: Laithe’s Pride Excerpt:
Rowan blinked up at the man leaning over her. He was big. Almost as big as Laithe, but where Laithe was all golden god, this cat had the look of the devil. Sleek, black, short hair covered his face and what she could see of his body. When the light hit his fur, it had a shine. She could make out darker spots on his skin, little rosettes a shade deeper than the rest of his black fur. His whiskers twitched when he leaned down closer to her.
“Laithe never did tell us your name,” he whispered from above her.
“Mine,” growled the man behind her, tightening his arm around her waist.
Somehow they’d shifted while they slept, and Laithe now spooned her from behind.
The man above her smiled, his eyes sparkling at the threat that sounded in that one word.
“Ah, I see,” he said. “Is that your name or your title?”
Laithe growled again, a low rumbling, reverberating through Rowan’s body as he pressed her back further into his chest.
“Don’t push me on this, Fahd,” Laithe snarled.
The man — Fahd — only laughed, bending down to sniff at her face.
“Mmmm, you smell good. Like sweet flowers and Laithe, all rolled into one.”
Leaning over her, Fahd pressed his dark body down onto hers, pushing his face closer to Laithe’s. Rowan shifted to her side to watch them both. Who was this guy? And what the hell was wrong with her that she found him just as irresistibly sexy as Laithe. She seriously needed to get out more when she got home. It was insane that she was attracted to two men who were covered in fur.
“Mmmm, and you smell even better. Like the little one here.” He inhaled deeply, holding his breath, a look of ecstasy passing over his face. “It smells like you rolled around in each other.”
Rowan watched the look slip over his face, fascinated by the two men pressing nearer, their faces mere inches from her own.
“I wonder if your taste will be as sweet as your smell,” Fahd mused.
Inching closer, Fahd deliberately lowered his head, pressing his body harder into Rowan and holding Laithe’s arm captive between their bodies. Their hard bodies compressed her on either side, and she squirmed at the feel of them surrounding her.
Lingeringly, so drawn-out she could hear each breath, she panted. Fahd bent down and melded his lips to Laithe’s. Someone moaned. Rowan was pretty sure it was coming from her as Laithe moved up and into the kiss briefly before pulling back. She was a little freaked out by how turned on she was when they kissed. First there was everything that had just happened with Laithe, and now Fahd clearly wanted in on the action.
“Mmm, just as I thought. You taste so sweet. I always thought you did, but this is even better with the addition of the little one here,” Fahd said huskily.
She whimpered, causing Laithe to swing his head toward her. He must have mistaken her shocked look for disgust because he immediately heaved Fahd off them, pushing the man backward hard. Fahd twisted mid-air, landing with agile feet at the end of the bed. Smirking at Laithe, he remained silent, obviously daring Laithe to contradict him.
Written by Jade Buchanan
Jade’s writing is as eclectic as her reading tastes, with over thirty erotic romance tales currently published. She’s also been known to accept writing challenges from friends and family just to see their reactions. She’s a firm believer that love and romance are universal concepts, no matter a person’s gender identity or sexual orientation. Originally from Northern Ontario, Jade has lived in British Columbia and the Sultanate of Oman in the Middle East. Jade currently lives in Calgary, Alberta, where she’s hard at work on her next story. Jade loves to hear from readers! Send her an email at email@example.com.
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